Employee of the Month

The air is dense, wet. It clung to my skin, crept into my lungs like a second breath.

Haruka shifted above me. Her heartbeat thrummed against my back, steady, unbothered. My own pulsed like a war drum, deafening my ears.

I am flying. I am underground.

My thighs trembled, my toes curled. The bed is too soft. The walls too far away. My body burned, my mind flew, and yet--

I can see everything. I can feel everything.

The heat pooling between my legs, the fingers digging into my waist, the soft, warm sensation of Haruka breathing against my ear--I felt it all.

Too much. Not enough.

A breath. A shift. A slow, creeping smile above me.

"Mm~ Baby, you're shaking."

She bucked down into me.

My mouth opened. No sound came out.

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Another night, another penny.

Approaching the main doors of the café, I spotted my boss, Haruka, mid-rant and screaming at someone just out of sight.

Red-faced, sweating, veins bulging, seems like just another day in the office for her.

"... shoving half of Colombia up your nose after every shift, and you still think you deserve more than a goddamn sweatshop worker?"

"Yeah, fuck you, too!"

"Hey, boss." I greeted her, trying to inject a sense of normalcy into the chaos.

She barely glanced at me before flashing a sharp, familiar grin. "Ah, there's a sight for sore eyes. Gimme a sec with this prick, yeah?"

Sauntering out from behind the counter, she briskly followed my coworker out back, still hurling profanity the whole way.

"Take your time." I muttered under my breath.

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"... hey. Hey."

"... mmph--wha, huh??"

I jolted awake, disoriented, still slouched over the counter, a pair of hands clapping in front of my face. I saw Haruka standing in front of me, a little disheveled, and her eyes gleaming with her signature crazy look.

"Enjoying your little nap, pipsqueak?"

"N-No, I'm sorry, I--"

"Yeah, figures," she cut me off, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. "I mean, hey, with all those night shifts you pull, what are we looking at? Twenty-three hours of sleep a week maybe?"

She took her time crossing the counter, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the sight of me squirming.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so."

"Three to five hours a night," she mused. "Keep that up, and they'll be scraping you off the pavement sooner or later."

Her voice oozed with the faux-concern that I knew too well. I rolled my eyes, already knowing exactly where this was headed.

"Right."

"It's a damn shame I don't pay you to sleep on the job, though." She leaned in, voice dropping to something almost sweet--daring me to say something.

"Twelve bucks an hour for a lazy ass who can't even make a decent macchiato? Hell of a bargain, ain't it?"

Just like that, her voice shifted--chipper to cold, teasing to a low, dangerous growl. She came to a stop beside me, her five-foot-eight frame looming overhead. Her scent then hit me next: booze and cigs, mixed with the sickly-sweet perfume that she always likes to wear.

"Maybe I should start docking your pay for every little fuck-up. Then, have you earn your salary back the fun way, if you catch my drift~ ♡"

"I'm... s-sorry," I whispered, my voice on the verge of breaking. "I haven't h-had a decent night's sleep... in a while."

Haruka's smile never wavered, but her eyes gleamed with something darker. "Mmmm, it's alright, sweetie, it's okay." she purred, her hand now softly combing my hair, the soft touch completely at odds with the harsh words that had just left her lips.

I stiffened at her touch, but she just smiled down at me, her voice now motherly and soothing.

Ah... not again.

"I just need you to stop being such a dullard of a cunt, you know?"

Keep it together, Molly. Just keep it together...

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

"That's a goooood girl~ I know you'll figure something out, you always do, don't you?" Her hands trailed up to my face this time, fingertips gliding over my skin in an almost playful manner. It was too personal, too intimate.

"Ooohh, I almost forgot," she purred. "Be a doll and take the night shift for tomorrow night, 'mkay?"

"W... What?"

Her smile never wavered, but I could feel her grip on my face tightening. Just enough to remind me exactly who was in control.

"See, your cocksucker of a coworker won't be coming back anytime soon. That leaves you in charge tomorrow night--until I can find a replacement."

"Why...? I-I mean, why isn't he coming back?" I asked, already dreading the answer.

"Why? Oh, I'll tell you why."

Her grip on my face stayed light--too light. Just enough to make me aware of her nails, pressing in like a threat waiting to be cashed in.

"He spends more time getting blitzed than he does making coffee. That's why."

A little tighter.

"I've caught that bastard stealing from my register. That's why."

Sharper.

"He gets into scuffles whenever he's tweaking his head off on that Bolivian marching powder. That's WHY."

Deeper.

Each 'why' hit like a slap. Louder, angrier, the pressure on my cheeks now starting to burn. Not that I had the luxury of pulling away.

"O-Oh."

"I don't like employing addicts in my establishment, as you can imagine. Fuckwads, every last one of them."

"Yeah, I-I can see that."

Her fingers gripped my face harder, enough to leave my lips puckered and my breath shallow. The way she held me felt suffocating, like an abusive mom who had just lost her marbles at her daughter.

"I'd very much appreciate it if you'd stop asking me all these stupid fuckin' questions, too. Just nod that little head off, say 'Yes, ma'am' like the good girl you're supposed to be, and do exactly as I tell you."

I fell silent, shivering as this unhinged woman, ever so calmly, curled her arms tighter around me. I could barely even process her words, her breath creeping into my ear as she leaned even closer.

"Am I clear, pip? ♡"

"Y-Yes... ma'am." I mumbled, my voice weak and defeated.

"Mmmmm, that's what I'm talkin' about," Haruka purred, her fingers ruffling my hair.

Then, out of nowhere, her lips were on my neck. Hot, needy, as if she was starved for something only I could give.

I gasped, my body tensing, my breath stalling.

"A-Auhh, Haruka... don't." My fingers curled into her hair, but it did nothing to stop. If anything, it only spurred her on. Her kisses deepened, slow and deliberate, dragging heat down my spine in lazy, sinful strokes.

"Someone m-might... mmh, see us..."

A useless protest.

I was bent over the counter before I even knew what was happening, her lips and tongue never leaving my neck.

"Mmm, m-mhh... nohh..." I whimpered, my body falling limp beneath her.

"Hang on, baby, just getting a little taste..." she murmured, her voice low and raspy. Her grip tightened, pinning my wrists behind my back--securing me.

"Mnm, Molly, you smell so sweet~ ♡"

The warm bite of her breath ghosted my skin, warm and achingly slow, each kiss sinking me deeper into helplessness.

The words, the heat, the sheer overwhelming intensity, all of it made my mind hazy.

"Auuh... ahhaa, f-fuck..."

"Can't wait to have you all by myself soon~" Haruka exhaled, her lips grazing the shell of my ear, her voice nothing but raw hunger.

It felt like an eternity before she finally pulled away, but she didn't let me go. She stayed wrapped around me, pressing me down on the counter.

Mounting me like a prize pony.

"Before 9 PM tomorrow. Don't be late~ ♡" Her whisper lingered in my ear, each word dripping with unspoken promise.

She then walked away, nonchalantly, leaving me still reeling from what just happened.

... The fuck have I just gotten myself into...?

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[8:41 P. M.]

Against my better judgment, I showed up the next day--err, night--anyway. I spent a solid seven minutes just standing in front of the doors, my hand frozen on the handle, contemplating whether or not I should go through with it.

In the end, I went inside. Haruka was already waiting.

"Heheheeeyy, look who it is!" She waved me over from the counter, grinning like she hadn't strong-armed me into this. "My favorite little wagie. Just when I needed ya too, come, come!"

I sighed, more out of frustration than anything, then briskly followed her behind the counter. I was led into the employees-only room, just behind the milk freezer, where she promptly handed me a maid uniform.

If you could even call it that.

It looked like it belonged in a stripper's drawer more than in a café waitress'.

"... the fuck am I holding?"

Haruka laughed, amused by my discomfort, before leaning in close. "A string microbikini, pip. Meido style~" She pointed to the tiny little apron stitched to the panties. "Try it on, I did my best to guess your sizes."

Being naked is more preferable than this horseshit.

"B-Boss, you seriously can't expect--"

"bOsS, yOu SeRiOuSlY cAn'T eXpEcT--ah-ah, no backsies for you, baby," she wagged a finger at me, grinning. "You know how much that two-piece cost? Definitely more than those plastic monster horsecocks you seem to love collecting."

I clenched my teeth, my frustration building.

She's fucking with me...

"Since when did you decide you were running a tittybar...?"

"Since like, oh I dunno, yesterday?" Her grin shifted, turning into something taunting. "Why do you think I asked you to take this shift?"

Of course. My coworker getting fired was just an excuse. I should've known.

I glared at her, not that I was surprised by what she said.

"C'mon, pip, just this night? I'll sweeten the deal if you go through with this~" She stepped in closer, voice dripping with promise.

"... Like what?"

"Like that long-overdue raise you've been pining for." She paused, the smile on her face fading just slightly, but then her tone turned sharp. "You have no idea how fucking annoying you've been asking for it every week."

For a second, she sounded lighthearted, almost playful. The next, she sounded like she was itching to sock someone on the nose.

She really is fucking with me.

"Uh-huh, a five-dollar increase for parading around like a whore." I rolled my eyes. "Might as well just go work at an actual brothel."

"How does fiftee--no, twenty bucks sound?"

"... Twenty?" I repeated, blinking in disbelief.

"Yeah, twenty. Definitely more than your scrawny ass will ever make getting fucked by men twice your age."

I looked down at the bikini in my hands, the flimsy strings barely enough to be considered clothing. I couldn't even tell which part was supposed to cover my bits--if any part of it even did. Haruka just stared at me, grinning, eagerly waiting for an answer.

"Do I... have to wear this every night, or just tonight?"

"Every night."

I froze.

"If you want to, that is~"

"Hah--" I gasped in relief. "A-Alright, just this night. Just once."

Haruka clicked her tongue, disappointed but not surprised.

"Mmm, bummer. Was hoping you'd say every night." She stretched, scratching her neck, that taunting smile creeping back onto her lips. "Oh well~ Have a nice shift, pip! And be sure to give any customers a real treat, 'mkay?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah, whatever..." I mumbled, barely holding it together.

I can handle this. It's just one night.

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[8:54 P. M.]

I got dressed in that set of fetish gear the second Haruka was out of sight.

A black microbikini with a tiny maid apron stitched onto the panties. In it, I felt cold, exposed and naked. The apron offered a false sense of modesty, like some cruel, tasteless joke. I was no stranger to doing undignified crap for money, but this? This was just crossing a line and a half.

"I've seen pasties that cover more than this..."

I took my time staring at myself in the mirror, its reflection a sarcastic mockery. My scrawny, pasty white frame, barely covered by the outfit. It was a sight that would've made even an exotic dancer blush.

Strangely enough, I wasn't as embarrassed as I thought I'd be. Rather, I felt a mild, quiet rush building up inside of me. Something I couldn't quite place, a mix of dread, anxiety, and... something else.

"Ahh... fuck it, here goes nothing." I whispered to myself, my voice hollow.

I stepped out onto the main floor, my legs shaking with anticipation and embarrassment.

At first, nothing happened. I expected gasps, leers, maybe even a few snickers here and there.

Instead, the waiting customers were... almost expectant. Their eyes didn't burn with the judgment I anticipated.

No, they were hungry eyes. Ones that watched me like I was a spectacle, something they were used to, something they expected.

"Hoooohh, that's my girl!" Haruka hollered from a nearby table, her voice filled with glee and satisfaction. "Let's go, pip. Give these boys a show~ ♡"

Her words hit me like a smack, a grim reminder of just what kind of game I was playing--or rather, was forced to play.

I swallowed hard, my breath becoming shallow, before glancing back at the room. Rows upon rows of men, of all ages, leering at my half-naked body, their eyes tracing every inch that was visible.

Not one female customer was in sight.

I crossed an arm over my chest, and pressed a hand between my thighs--but I knew it did nothing to save what little chastity I had left.

With the promise of that $32 an hour dangling over me, I clenched my jaw and began serving them.

I could feel every movement, every stare, every touch that wasn't there yet, but would be soon.

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[9:00 P. M.]

Three hours. I got this.

Catcalls, wandering hands, and stares that could've burned a hole straight through me. Nothing too bad--not yet.

Every now and then, I'd steal a glance at Haruka, still lounging at a table in the far corner of the café. Her eyes were still locked onto me, sharp and hungry, like a tiger patiently waiting for its dinner.

"She's a tad small for my taste, but eh, any port in a storm, amirite?" One customer chuckled, his hand gripping my ass as I tried to set their drinks down. Raucous laughter followed, loud and carefree, oblivious to how exposed I felt.

"Yeah, when Haruka told us about this, I expected a bombshell," one of them added, his voice oozing with derision. "Not a runt like you."

"Well, you get what you pay for, schmuck." I shot back, feeling the sting of my own words. He just smirked at me, unfazed.

Right then, I felt the sting of my thong getting yanked upward, the string digging into both my ass and my pussy. A sharp gasp left my throat as I shrieked, the cup of water slipping from my hand and splashing across the floor.

"You're right, we should just enjoy the show while we're at it!"

"Hooohh!! Ah, s-stop that!" I screamed, spinning around, heart pounding in my chest, but before I could even process what was happening, I froze.

Across the café, Haruka's disapproving throat-clear cut through the air, the sound of it icy and cold. I looked up to see gently shaking her head at me, glaring at me I was a misbehaving child.

I sighed, my stomach sinking, a familiar numbness creeping back into my limbs. I dropped to the floor to pick up the spilled cup, but the second I bent over, I felt it.

Their eyes. Their stares, burning into the bare curves of my ass. The thong rode up as I stretched down to grab the fallen cup. Their low chuckles, their whispers, the shift of bodies as they leaned in for a closer look--I heard all of it.

They're all watching me.

I swallowed hard. My shift was still far from over, and I can't afford to show weakness.

Not yet.

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[10:24 P. M.]

Pull yourself together... you can do this.

The harassment, the groping--none of it let up as my shift dragged on. Customers only grew bolder, more brazen, more cruel.

Every glance, every touch, all of it made it clear: I was merely another piece of meat for them to leer at.

To devour.

"Careful now, those cakes are expensive," a salaryman customer muttered, feigning concern as I set the plates down in front of him.

His hand casually fondled at my ass, groping, kneading it like it was raw dough. I whimpered and groaned, trying to steady my grip on the tableware.

"S-Stop, at least l-let me..."

"Mmm? Let you what?" His voice was all honey-sweet. His grin was anything but.

Before I could stammer out a response, his hand shot up, yanking my thong upwards with a sudden, vicious snap.

There was no pain this time. There was... something else.

Something humiliating.

My body betrayed me, clenching, shivering with unwanted delight through my groin as the fabric, wet and slick, dug even deeper into my inner folds. The thong strained with every tug, and for a split second, I feared it might actually snap under the pressure.

I almost hoped it would, too.

"Aaghh, n-nohh!"

"Petite, yet curvy. I know plenty of men who'd love to get their hands all over you, little lady," he murmured, his voice low and sensual. "Men who prefer their 'meals' a little younger. A good price for the right girl, of course."

Great, a fucking douchecanoe who thinks I'm a kid...

"H-Hard... hard pass..." I snapped, my voice trembling with equal defiance and dread.

"Why not? You're already doing this, aren't ya? Serving customers dressed up like a little whore. At least with my clients, you'd only need to service one man at a time."

"S-Still no... mmhhh!"

I stood on my toes as his arm lifted higher, the soaked fabric already starting to burn on my clit and pussy lips.

No, I'm gonna...

"N-Nhohho, fuck... l-let me go...!" I gasped, my voice ragged, already on the brink of something I didn't want. He obliged almost immediately, the pressure disappearing just as quickly as it disappeared.

I was left bent over his table, panting, breathless, and my heart pounding like a drum.

"Fine, but I'll leave you my offer." he said, sliding a business card across the table, his smirk widening. "Y'know, just in case you change your mind."

This can't go on.

That heat between my legs--it was starting to become unbearable.

"Hey, what the fuck, what's taking that bitch so long!?" I heard a customer yell from another table, the impatience evident from his voice.

"Y-Yes, coming!" I stammered, my voice unsteady as I forced myself upright, ignoring the dull throb between my legs. With jelly-like steps, I made my way to their table, balancing the tray in my hands.

My ass was then immediately met with a forceful slap.

"Nyahhh!!"

"Took you a while, babygirl." The customer growled, his voice thick with an accent. A heavyset man, foreign-looking, flanked by two others who looked just like him--twin hulks who appeared more like thugs than patrons.

Fuck me, they're all so huge...

"Careful man, poor thing might drop all of that." One of them sneered, eying me like I was prey.

"Well, if that happens, I'm sure she knows how to pay us back," the first man added, his hand suddenly gripping my nipple that had slipped free from my bikini.

He twisted it hard, squeezing a mewl out of me and forcing me to meet his gaze. "Ain't that right, baby?"

"S-Stop it... ahh!"

The others chuckled, watching me squirm as the man's fingers pinched my stiff nub. A jolt of unwanted euphoria shot through my body, but I forced myself to keep steady, managing just enough composure to finish setting the last of their order down.

"That's a good girl. We'll take it from here," the man said, finally letting me go.

"Damn shame we can't keep you. You'd make a fine pet for the boss."

"Auhhh..."

"Hey, hey--show some respect, man," the one who had just twisted my nipple cut in, his tone softer now, almost possessive. "Don't mind him, baby. He just ain't used to pretty redheads like you."

I could only muster a tired nod, not even bothering to fake a smile. They didn't try anything else once I was done, thank fuck. A quick rub on my midriff and they let me go without incident, cackling to themselves as I skedaddled away.

You can... you can do this, Molly, just keep your head up... don't let them see you break.

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[11:52 P. M.]

Just... a little... more...

"Y-You shouldn't be doing this..."

I found myself trapped between two flashy looking guys on their seat, with nowhere for me to move.

The one to my right had his arm draped around me, his breath hot against my ear.

The other had his hand squeezed between my thighs, his fingers exploring slow, deliberate strokes against my slit.

"Your Japanese is pretty decent, ojō-chan. You sure you don't want to come with us after this?"

His voice was soft, friendly--so... so fucking normal, but it didn't match what he was doing. His fingers slid deeper, doing a rhythmic and orgasmic motion, the sensation of which made my head spiral.

"A-Ahh, I c-can't, I just wanna go home..."

"You can come home with us~ ♡" the one on my right whispered, his fingers trailing along my chin before he tilted my head towards him. "What's your name?"

The question hung in the air like a pressure I couldn't avoid, and I hesitated. But my mouth moved on its own, spilling my name before I could even stop it.

"M-Molly..."

"Molly-chan, you've been worn thin enough already, what do you say you take us up on our offer?"

His voice was all silk, his gaze burning into me as if I were something he could own.

"C'mon, don't make us beg, we don't get to see much foreign girls around here~" His fingers then curled hard into my g-spot, and my body jolted.

"O-Oohh--!"

"Yeah, who knew this little unassuming cafe hid a pretty one right under our noses?"

These fucking playboys...

The one on my left then slipped an extra finger into my already stretched core. I jerked, squealing, my hands flying to his wrist.

He just chuckled, thrusting deeper into me, continuing to whisper sweetly into my ear.

"A-Aghh! Uwahh, wait...!"

"Hey man, you're gonna break her if you do that~" The other guy chuckled, caressing my hair in a twistedly affectionate way. "You gotta go slow and smooth, treat her like a princess."

Still reeling from the sudden intrusion, I could feel my heart pounding, my breath catching in my throat as I tried to pull away.

Alas, their hold on me was unyielding, keeping me pinned in their grasp.

"Come here." His fingers gripping my chin shifted, pulling me even closer to him. His lips then met mine with no hesitation--slow and savoring, the kind that is reserved only for lovers.

"Always going straight for the jugular, aren't you?" the one fingering me quipped.

The kisser just chuckled into my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny with unrelenting fervor.

I tried, tried to pull away from him, but even resist, I could not. My strength, my energy, all of it were sapped with every stroke Mr. Finger did to my g-spot.

"M-Mnnmghm, maahmm...!"

"Look at her squeeze, man," he whispered with satisfaction, pushing his fingers even deeper. "She's a lot tighter than most of our catches this week."

Mr. Kisser pulled back momentarily just to glance down at my crotch, only to come back hungrier than ever. His free hand went to my breasts, tweaking, pinching my nipples as hard as he kissed me.

Ah... what is even going on anymore...

My mind was a haze--foggy, drowning--consumed by the unrelenting pleasure coursing through my core. I couldn't stop moaning, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but writhe, squirm and tremble.

And Mr. Finger loved every bit of it. I felt it in the way his fingers drove deeper, pushing into my aching, dripping cunt with the hungry, reckless enthusiasm of a wild dog.

Rougher. Faster.

Like a predator set on tearing me apart from the inside.

I couldn't even clench my thighs anymore, couldn't fight their advances.

Completely at their mercy, I just sat there wide-legged, passively letting them do what they wanted with me.

One explored my mouth like he owned it.

The other dug into my core like he was digging for gold.

Each second that passed, the pleasure built up exponentially, growing deeper, growing warmer...

"Hohh hoh, she's twitching, look."

Until finally, I couldn't hold it any longer.

"Niiimmmghhhh!! ♡"

I shrieked, the sound muffled by Mr. Kisser's mouth as his tongue still tangled with mine. I didn't care who heard. Didn't care if there were still customers around--if they could see me like this.

Then--a rush.

A hot, unrestrained stream of liquid lust gushed from my pussy, splattering all over the empty dinnerware on their table.

Mr. Finger didn't stop. Not even as I came apart.

He milked me--mercilessly.

His fingers kept on stroking, rubbing, teasing every inch of my trembling, oversensitive flesh, drawing out every last squirt, every last wave, every last twitch--until my pussy finally relented, fluttering weakly around his fingers.

Only then did he pull his fingers out slowly, letting out a satisfied, sleazy sigh.

"Hahaaa, what a wild ride that was," he exclaimed, as enthusiastic as a kid on Christmas.

Mr. Kisser, still holding my tits in his hands, chuckled softly. "I know, right? Hey, why don't we just take her home right now? I don't think anyone'll notice."

I moaned weakly, too exhausted, too lost in the aftershocks to properly respond, and too drowsy to keep my eyes opened. "A-Auuhh... hhaa..."

"Yeah, I haven't seen the owner sinc--"

Before he could finish his sentence, I felt someone grab me by the wrist, dragging me off the seat with surprising force. Whoever it was, they didn't say anything.

The boys, curiously, didn't try pulling me back into their grasp.

They just watched, bemused, as I was dragged away.

Ah... another bold customer, huh? Guess they wanna play too...

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[12:01 A. M.]

"A-Auuhhaa... no, I-I just came..."

"Mmm? And yet, this greedy little pussy is still clenching around my fingers."

Employee's Room.

I'm pinned to the wall, with Haruka's body pressing me hard against the cold, polished concrete. Two of her fingers embarked on their own exploratory voyage inside my folds, and there was little else I could do but writhe helplessly under her touch.

"It's been enjoying itself... without my permission."

I whimpered. Her fingers were more slender, softer than those college guys' from earlier--yet just as relentless. My legs trembled as she pumped them slow and steady, curling them just enough to make me ache.

"Say my name, pip~"

"Haa, aahha... Haru... ka..."

"You loved it, didn't you?" The sickly sweet lilt of her voice made my pussy hum and my stomach twist.

Her fingers then curled harder, hitting my g-spot with pinpoint cruelty. I choked out a sob, my knees shaking under the pleasure. Her free hand shot to my waist, keeping me upright like I was just some pathetic little thing she had to hold together.

"Oghh, ohh mmmhh...!"

"Letting those manwhores put their hands all over this body."

"A-Ahhaa... I d-didn't--"

"Ah-ah," she cooed, her lips hovering over my ear.

"You did." A slow push, her fingers sinking deeper. "You even soaked their fingers, let them play with you, let them hear you scream."

The cold wall bit into my back, my body burning against it.

"I bet if I hadn't dragged you away, you would've gone home with them, no?"

A little prod.

"Become their little cumdump for the night."

A little stroke.

"Become their little white fuckdoll."

A little twist.

Any second now, any moment, my liquid shame will be all over the floor, pooling beneath me.

Proof of just how pathetic I am.

"Aghh, H-Haruka... Haruka...!!"

"Mm-mm, don't cum yet, baby," she warned, then stuffed a third digit into my already quivering folds. "Wait til I say so."

Already nearing my limit, my cunt dripped like I had just wet myself.

"You can do that, right?"

I wrapped my hands tightly around her wrist, not that it did anything to slow her down. "Ghahh, I c-can't... I ca... aahhha!"

"You can do it, Molly," she snapped, her voice now sharp. "Hold it in, you hear?"

I felt everything. Every little corner her fingers reached, every little movement they made, how they sapped my body of what little strength it had left.

My ears were filled with my own gasps and Haruka's breaths, all drowning beneath the wet, vulgar noises as she churned my aching core.

"Nnghh, ghuuh... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I gonna fhhh...!"

"Look at me, pip!" she yelled, her voice now blaring.

I forced my eyes open, locking onto hers through the blur of tears and haze of unbearable heat.

I can hold it,

I can hold it,

I can--

Haruka's fingers curled, assaulting my sweet-spot with unbridled cruelty. My legs jerked, my breath hitched, my muscles seized.

I knew right then that I was done for.

Right there, right there, RIGHT THERE--

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°

And then... she pulled them out.

Ripped them out.

The heat, the pressure, the overwhelming, excruciating build-up--all of it gone in an instant. Her fingers, once buried to her knuckles inside me, stirring my insides, were now outside, coated and dripping with my frustration.

A sob ripped from my throat as my pleasure quickly collapsed in on itself, cruelly snatched away from me at the very last second.

"Ueehh?? A-Ah, no no nonono, please, I was--"

"Aww, poor little pip. Were you close?" she mused, eerily grinning, drinking in my suffering like a sin she couldn't resist.

I whimpered, on the verge of tears. My thighs clenched and trembled, desperate for a release that was so close, yet so far. My hands flew to my drenched twitching folds, hoping--praying, to relieve the pressure that was nothing short of maddening.

She didn't let me.

She caught my wrists way before they were anywhere near my loins, pinning them above my head before I had the chance to fight.

"Ah-ah-aaah. I said, you don't get to cum just yet."

"Nmmaaa, it hurts...! It hurts so bad, Haruka...!" I pleaded to her, begged, groveled. She just leaned in close, her voice now dropping to something sickeningly sweet.

"No. Not until I say so~ ♡"

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"M-Mnhhmm.... mmhhpp!"

"Ohho, fuck baby, that's it...! ♡"

Haruka had me handcuffed to a bed that was in the corner of the room. The foam was stiff, sagging and threadbare, not unlike the mattress that used to sit in the attic of my parents' house when I was small.

Sweet little memories were made in that attic. Memories I might've reminisced on--if Haruka wasn't riding my face like her life depended on it.

"Nmn, don't struggle now~ ♡"

Nostalgia? Who needs it when you're drowning in pussy?

"Nmh, hhaaa... aghh, I c-can't brea--nmh!"

"Oh, but you can, baby," she purred, tightening her grip in my hair. "Wouldn't be eating this hard if you couldn't~ ♡"

I had no response, just the desperate flick of my tongue stroking her hot, slick walls as they clenched around it. The pervasive scent of my boss' mature cunt dominated every sense I had. Every breath, every whiff, it was thick with her aroma.

The intoxicating, overwhelming musk of a woman as ripe as her.

Agh, she smells so fucking good...

It crawled under my skin, pooling hot in my lower belly, feeding the dull, unrelenting pain between my legs that refused to die down. I needed friction, needed relief, but clenching my legs together only sent a fresh wave of frustration throughout my body.

"Ooohho, holy shit, that hit the spot...! ♡" she squealed.

Her grip tightened. A shudder rolled through her thighs, and suddenly, she was grinding against me--moving faster, harder, using me to chase her own pleasure.

She was taking everything. And in return, I got nothing.

My tongue struggled to keep up, but the way she mewled--so needy, so raw--sent a hot pulse straight to my core.

"Babyyyy, nmhhh! ♡"

Strangely, as angry as I was... I enjoyed seeing her like this.

Haruka...

The erotic smile on her face, the little shivers when my tongue brushed her clit, the breathy gasps she made as she rode that high...

I've never seen her more alive. What cou--

"MOLLYYYYY!! ♡♡♡"

"Mmmppphhh!!"

I didn't even see it coming.

One moment, I was lapping her up like starved dog.

The next, heat splashed me across the face.

Short, messy bursts, each one warmer and thicker than the last. The first shot hit me square in the eye, blinding me as more dripped and smeared down my face.

"Aghhh auuhh fuck, Molly, yesss! ♡"

Haruka shuddered, legs shaking, body jerking as the aftershocks took her. She didn't stop grinding on my face, instead riding out every last bit of euphoria and making sure I felt every drop of it on my skin.

I gasped, sputtering, barely able to see or even breathe. Haruka just grabbed me by the hair, holding my head still.

"Mnmm, pip, look at you~ ♡"

Her voice barely registered, thick with satisfaction--utterly spent, yet still dripping with something else.

"My bad, didn't think I'd let out this much~ ♡"

Amusement. She was laughing at me. Laughing because she got to cum. Because I didn't.

Because I couldn't.

"Oh please, don't give me that look," she said, lightly slapping me on the face. "You'll have your cake soon, just be patient~ ♡"

She reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out this massive Hitachi magic wand. The head looked bigger than my fist, though that could've been just my hazy mind talking.

"In the meantime, why don't we try something else? ♡"

Someone please help me...

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[12:23 A. M.]

"Nhoohh, bbmmphh!!"

"Fufuuu, steady yourself now, pip, you're wetting the bed!"

I squirmed helplessly as Haruka pressed the wand's vibrating head against my lower abdomen, stimulating my womb directly underneath the skin.

A sensation I didn't think was possible, that I didn't know if I should love or be disgusted by it.

Her cheshire-cat grin mocked me for all it was worth, taunting me, daring me to fight back. My wrists bruised as I struggled against the handcuffs, hoping for that sliver of chance that I might snap them off the bedframe.

"Ghhaa, stop... hohh...!!"

Haruka just hummed at me, amused.

"Always a treat to see you girls like this," she spoke as if I was a mere animal to her, grinding the wand, twisting it, pushing it deeper into my skin. "To see you lose your minds."

Ah... of course. I'm not the first...

The cuffs clanked violently against the metal frame as I struggled harder than ever. My womb, getting stimulated like this...

"Bhhaa, p-please, Harukaaa...!!"

It felt wrong. All of it felt wrong.

And yet, the buzzing reached places I didn't even know could feel pleasure. It rattled my core, sank into my bones, and ripped shaky, euphoric sobs out of my throat.

Sobs that I knew Haruka reveled in.

"Pip, don't struggle," she whispered, her voice thick with mocking sadism. "Make it easy on yourself~ ♡"

I shook my head, whining, my weak legs trembling trying to twist away.

And then, the vibration surged. The wand's intensity doubled.

"Bmmghaa, haahh Haruka I'm g-ghonna cummm...!!" I choked, my frail body locking up, shaking violently.

My vision was now a blurry haze. I was crying too much. I couldn't even see Haruka, only the cruel melody of her laughter cutting through my cries and the whirr of the wand.

"Already close, pip?" she asked. She knew, she knew. The writing was all over me, written--but she still asked. "Do you want to cum?"

I nodded--without thinking, without shame, without hesitation.

Anything.

Everything.

Just to relieve this pressure, this madness eating me alive. Haruka just smiled, then pressed the wand deeper into my belly.

Yes, yes, just like that--

The cuffs rattled as I tried to keep myself upright, legs twitching, body bowing into the touch. I watched--wide-eyed, breathless, dizzy with need--as the vibrating head of the wand sat buried halfway into my skin.

Ready to give me a taste of rapture.

"Mmph, hhaa hhohh, that's it...!" I chirped, staring feverishly at the white sex toy, watching it feed the pooling heat in my womb. "Ghohh, GIVE IT TO ME!!"

Haruka then lifted the wand off me.

"GIVE... huh?"

Silence.

The pleasure. The noise, the buzzing. The building release deep inside my belly. All of them.

Gone.

In the mere blink of an eye.

"W... What?"

I stared. Breath heaving. Thighs twitching. My body still clenching, still chasing what had been stolen.

I looked down. The empty crater on my stomach, a hollow, gaping absence. No wand. No buzzing.

Just a gaping indent where it used to be.

Where it used to be.

Where it should have given me my heaven.

A shadow loomed over me. The wand that Haruka held just above my skin, twirling it between her fingers--smiling.

"Oops!" she blurted out, voice dripping with mock innocence. "Were you using that, pip?"

"A... Ar..."

My jaw was shaking. It felt like someone was holding it shut.

"... ARE YOU F-F-FUCKING KIDDING ME?!"

I screamed at her, my voice cracking, the cuffs rattling violently as I jerked forward. The grin on Haruka's face didn't so much as waver.

"WHY??" I screeched. "WHY DO YOU KEEP--"

My voice broke. I sniffled.

"... doing this?"

The anger, the rage, the unbearable heat still boiling inside me, all of it collapsed. Crumbling into something weaker, something pathetic.

"Why... why won't you let m-me..."

My shoulders shook. My body hiccupped as I broke into ragged, pitiful sobs.

This night--start to finish--has been nothing but pure, unfiltered debasement. A cruel, wicked circus, with me at the center. The jester.

The fool.

Why? What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve any of this?

Haruka--the architect of my misery, just sat there carrying a fiendish grin. Through the blurry haze of tears, I saw nothing but a merciless, depraved sadist. One that fed on my humiliation.

Looming over me, her eyes full of malevolence.

"I just... hkkh, I just want... m-mmaa!"

"Oh, brother." Haruka sighed, exasperated, then leaned over to me, her hand cupping my tear-streaked face. "My poor Molly~"

Her words soaked into my ears, burning through me. My stomach clenched, and my sobs only grew worse. Sniffling, gasping, even coughing as drool backed up in my throat.

"H-Haru... kaaa!" I choked on her name. Her expression and her voice seemed to soften, oozing with pity for my pathetic state.

"Tch, seems like I went too far," she clicked her tongue, wiping a tear from my cheek. "Come here, little one..."

"M-Mmhpp!"

Haruka pulled me into a kiss, one that oozed with tenderness.

At first, my tears only flowed harder. I stiffened, torn between the instinct to recoil and melt into her warmth.

But slowly, oh so slowly, the warmth of her lips, the way she cradled my face--little by little, she soothed me.

Soothed away the pain and anguish that had been consuming me, devouring me. We kissed like lovers. Made out like our dear lives depended on it.

"Nmh, Molly... nmhhhp~ ♡" She sighed my name into my lips, savoring me, drinking me down like I was her perfect poison.

I love her.

I hate her.

In her eyes, I was her pet...

"H-Haru... mnnh...! ♡"

... and I welcomed her leash.

"Always a good girl, you were..." she cooed into my ear, her voice now dripping with comfort and praise. "Just needed a little push from yours truly~ ♡"

Her nails skimmed down my face, pressing just hard enough to make me flinch, to remind me just how easily she could tear through me. She traced lazy, delicate shapes into my flushed skin--like an artist in awe of her masterpiece.

Marveling at how easily I shattered underneath her touch. With a slow, sultry hum, she slid her thumb past my lips.

"I'm not a cruel woman, you know," she mused, her tone sweet and luscious. "Good girls deserve a treat every now and then."

Her thumb pressed against my tongue, stirring it, coaxing a reaction from me.

"But treats should be earned, don't you think?"

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[12:40 A. M.]

It was red.

A deep, bright crimson, strapped snugly around Haruka's waist. It stood proud, unyielding, gleaming under the dim ceiling light--coated in slick, syrupy mango-flavored lube that dripped from the tip.

"Ghpp, nmmghhpp~"

A taste so obscene.

"Mnnfuck, you're doing great, baby~ ♡"

Yet it filled every fiber of me with glee. Sticky-sweet mango flooded my mouth, coating my lips, my throat--every nook and cranny that the sex-toy could reach.

I hollowed out my cheeks, slurping every drop that reached my throat, sucking it down, chasing it like I could drink it straight from the source.

"Gnnghmm, pphhm!!"

My moans were filthy, wet, and depraved. A low gurgle hummed in my throat as I dragged my tongue along the shaft, savoring its slick, rubbery texture.

Soft, yet firm. Not flesh. Not real. But my body didn't care.

I didn't care.

This was mine to worship.

"Hohho, someone's real eager~ ♡"

Haruka chuckled above me, her fingers weaving into my hair as if to say 'good girl' in the only way she knows best. She watched me work, let me degrade myself on her rubbery cock like a starving little kitten.

"Like you'd die if I took it away~"

She was right.

"Hang on, though."

"Brrhhmpp--!" She yanked at my hair, pulling me away from the strap-on with a firm and sharp pull.

I whimpered at the loss, my lips still coated in what was left of the mango lube. Yet, before I could lament this absence, the toy was already back inside my throat, deeper than I even thought possible.

"Ghhhkhhh!!!"

"Nmmm, didn't think it'd reach that far~" she cooed, admiring me like I'm a pet showing off a party trick.

My mouth stretched wide, dribbling with saliva. I tried to breathe through my nose, but Haruka pinched it shut, leaving me gagging and heaving around the thick intrusion.

"Ghaa, gghhkhh~!!" I choked.

She didn't care. Her grip on me tightened, and in an instant, she began fucking my mouth relentlessly--driving the toy in, plunging it deeper, as if making sure it memorized every inch of my throat.

I held my left thumb firmly, desperate to keep myself from gagging. Even then, each thrust she made, each shove, I coughed and hacked, choking on both her strap-on cock and my own spit--some of which spilled down my chin in filthy strings.

The heat pooling between my legs was unbearable. I clenched my thighs hard, trying--and failing--to relieve this excruciating pressure.

It didn't work. I only grew needier. Every squeeze, every flex, my pussy burned like hellfire.

She'll punish me if I touch myself...

Haruka then grunted. "Humphh--"

Splash.

Thick, gooey heat flooded my throat before I could even react. My body lurched, muscles locking up as she yanked me closer, locking my head against her crotch in a vice-like hold.

I struggled, thrashed, but she didn't budge. Try as I might, I wasn't getting out of this.

I knelt there, gagging, coughing, choking. Ropes of thick, white slime spilled from my lips with every hack, dripping down my chin in filthy, sticky trails.

It tasted... sweet? A sharp tang of yogurt, with the thickness of condensed milk. I swallowed instinctively, feeling a tinge of heat go down my esophagus.

What the... is this semen??

My wide, watery eyes dart over to Haruka.

A devious, shit-eating grin stretched across her face, smug and delighted. Like she had just unwrapped a gift and was meaning to say--

"Surprise! ♡"

"Ghkk, khhaa-khh!! Bwwaa--haaaghh!!"

She pulled back after what felt like an eternity. My head sagged forward as I gasped, choked, retched, coughing up the last remnants of her thick, clinging faux-semen.

Augh fuck, it's stuck in my throat!

"Hey heyyy, pull yourself together, pip," she mused, her tone mocking and indulgent. One hand curled under my chin, forcing my head back up.

She then pressed her slick pseudo-cock against my lips, its tip still leaking that sweet, milky concoction.

"Don't you want the rest of it? ♡"

The sweet, creamy scent pervaded the air, dense and intoxicating, wrapping around us like a looming fog. My interest lay only in the real deal...

"Hhaa... ahhaa... ♥"

... yet this--this imitation of men's essence--it spoke to me. Whispered to me.

Slurp.

Beckoned to me.

It coated my tongue, dripped down my throat, leaving a lingering sweetness that made me shudder.

I want it.

I want it.

I want it.

"I want more... ♥"

"Mnnm, do you now?" Haruka leaned in, cupping my face with her hand, her thumb brushing slow, lazy circles into my cheeks.

Soft, affectionate, like she was soothing an eager, needy little pet. I nodded at her, leaning into her touch while whimpering and moaning blissfully.

"Get up," she purred, squeezing my face. "Let's finish this~"

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[12:50 A. M.]

"Ghhohh, ohh-hhhmmnhh!!"

My body slammed down on Haruka's glorious red pole, hips rolling with feverish, unrelenting vigor. The strap-on stretched me wide, twisting my innards the way my own toys would every night.

My muscles burned, my thighs ached. But I couldn't stop.

Wouldn't stop.

Haruka laid flat on her back, completely at ease, watching me lose myself. Both her hands lazily rested behind her head, enjoying the show with a lecherous smile.

"Mnnn, that's it, pip~" Haruka purred, occasionally thrusting her hips just to watch me gasp--to watch me struggle to keep up. "Make this one count~ ♡"

Her words to me were little more than echoes. My mind, my body--my soul, all focused on riding the faux-cock that she so generously allowed me, chasing that high I'd been starved of since this all began.

My little piece of heaven.

That she kept from me.

I will take it. Now--while I still have the chance. While she still lies there, lost in her own hubris.

My hips were burning, cramping from my relentless pursuit of rapture. The toy plunged deep, invading every inch, every sweet-spot that it could hit, stirring that boiling heat pooling deep within my stomach.

A geyser, ready to burst gloriously.

"Nhha... hha, Haruka!" I gasped her name, my breath ragged. She only raised an eyebrow at me, intrigued.

Then she reached for my waist.

"Mm-mm, slo--"

I didn't let her.

Mustering up what little strength was left in me, I slammed her wrists down, pinning them against the bed. My grip was iron, unyielding, my stare locking onto hers with something raw, something desperate.

"Let... me, fucking... f-finish!" My voice came out hoarse, rasping from the strain.

Her expression flickered. Smugness turned to hesitation. And that?

That brought me joy.

As fleeting as it was.

"Oi, oi, pump the br--"

"Gghhhrrmm!!" I gyrated my hips with greater ferocity than before, letting every drop of that sweet, building pleasure seep into my veins. Into my core.

Into my very being.

With each plunge, I drew closer to achieving ecstasy.

At the same time, my grip on Haruka tightened, fingers digging in with each passing second--holding her down, keeping her at bay.

Nothing was going to stop me.

Least of all, her.

"M-Molly, wait--" Through the forest of my gasps, Haruka's breathy, worried voice fought to reach me. I paid her no heed, feverishly continuing to chase my high.

"Hnhaaa, aahhha~!"

Haruka's eyes spoke of something indescribable. A rabid monster was on top of her, using her as its own pleasure stick. Or perhaps a slave whose brain she fried sometime ago, now left running on its last cylinder.

I couldn't care less, though.

"H-Haru... ka, I'm gonnha cummh!!"

I squealed, already feeling the inevitable rapidly creep in. Strangely, Haruka struggled less and less. Her arms slackened, her resistance fading--but I didn't care. I couldn't.

I shall ascend to my heaven, unswayed.

Unhindered.

"Ghhh fuughh, I'm g-gonnaaaa..."

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... The air looms like a cloud. Watching.

Breathing.

It spoke to me like a child. The fog tastes like candy.

Someone is calling my name. I do not know who they are.

But I know they love me.

I turned my head to them. I do not have a head, only the night sky.

Too dark. Not dark enough.

A house sits in front of me. Yellow doors, no walls. He reached for me, from a place that never was.

I take it.

Light spills in. Thick like mango, it tastes like the color blue.

It hums. I hum with it.

I was meant to be here. I was always here.

I am here.

I am...

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"... HHGGHAAAA~!! ♥♥♥"

I lurched forward, barely any strength left in me. Haruka's red cock flopped out of me, leaving behind a gaping feeling that felt as melancholic as it was ecstatic.

The world was a hazy blur. Fading, spiraling, my body's sensations consuming any coherent thoughts.

I twitched and writhed on top of her, the excruciating afterglow of my orgasm still biting my loins. My pussy burned with an unbelievable heat, the mere breeze sending light tremors rippling through me.

"A... Auughha... ♥" I groaned, feeling something shift from underneath.

I ignored it--too busy celebrating my victory.

My ascension.

To think that Haruka, in her infinite arrogance, would allow me a sliver of agency. Well, unluckily for her, that was all it took.

"Ehhe... hheh heh hehee... "

To take back what should've been mine long ago.

"H... How do you like them apples...?" I murmured with a shit-eating grin, my body still shuddering with hypersensitivity and the afterglow. I turned my head--slow, lazy, victorious.

Just to see the look on her face. And there, her expression...

Spoke of something simple.

Something sinister.

"Haru--KMMNHHH!!"

She skewered me.

No warning. No mercy.

In a flash, Haruka buried her strap-on back into my guts. I convulsed--back arching, muscles seizing, breath choking.

My cunt clamped down in panic, in pleasure, in something I couldn't even name.

Her hand wrapped over my mouth, smothering my screams before they could even rise.

"You naughty little imp~ ♡" she whispered, holding me down in a pronebone position. "It was at least fun watching you think you were in charge."

She bucked. I spasmed, my toes curling sharply.

"G-Gghmmphh!!"

"But I think it's time I give you a proper send-off~ ♡"

I shook my head frantically, trying to get her to reconsider. "M-Mmhhffhh, mmfhhh--!"

Alas, I was at her mercy.

She pounded into me with reckless abandon. Unrelenting. Vicious. Every thrust felt like lightning, white-hot and merciless.

My pussy screamed with an empty, unheard voice, begging to be freed from this torture of infinite ecstasy.

Underneath her, I thrashed, wrestled, struggled.

All to at least slow her down.

She didn't.

Her free hand pinned me harder, shoving me deeper into the mattress--no room to twist, no space to run.

No escape.

"Ghhaa, aahhhgghhaa!! ♥♥"

The pleasure--it devoured me. Second by second, inch by inch.

No longer was I simply moaning.

With Haruka's hand now gone, my voice let loose in ways it saw fit.

"Talk about going wild, it was like seeing a rabid dog get freed from its leash!"

I twisted. I fought. I flailed. Like a fish out of water, desperate to escape both her and this cruel, unbearable euphoria.

Yet, the more I jerked, the harder her arms bore down.

Pinning me. Taming me.

Holding me still, forcing me to drown in her.

The overstimulation, the wild thrusts into my cunt, the warm blood trickling from my nose, it all blurred together.

A haze. A frenzy. A fever dream.

One I needed to wake up from.

"Hold still, come on," she huffed, pinning me down by the neck. "Be a good little fleshlight for mommy~"

"Ghhppm, hggaaaa...!! ♥"

My ears rang. My nose bled. My tongued lolled. My words long gone, leaving nothing but guttural, breathless gasps.

Everything felt distant, yet unbearably close.

Her body pressed down on me, suffocating me in her scent.

Her grip on my throat--unyielding.

Her cock--too deep.

I convulsed with each thrust, my vision flickering, colors smearing together in my lust-drunk delirium.

My own voice sounded foreign. Lost in the rhythm of flesh meeting flesh.

I'm gonna die at this rate...

I'm drowning.

I'm sinking.

There's no escape. I can't breathe...

"Aughhaa, I'mh g-gunna... diiieeee!! ♥"

"No, you're not, babyyy," she cooed--then slammed her hips forward. A violent, wet smack as her cock battered my cervix.

"GGHHPP--!!"

"No. You're. Not~ ♡"

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My stomach... felt warm.

Haruka came to a standstill, her grip still tight on my throat--like I owed her money.

Something hot pooled deep inside me. Spurting. Flowing.

Like a cock filling me up.

"A-Ahha... what--mmphhh!"

"Nhaa, you feel that, pip? Hhumph~"

"Ghhkkh!! A... Aahaa, sto--ghhmmphh!!"

"Your little womb, getting filled with fake cockmilk!"

Each thrust sent another wave into me. Thick. Hot. Overwhelming.

She toyed with the pace. Slow--taunting--dragging every inch against my walls. Making sure I felt every twitch, every pulse, every spurt.

"Bet you wish it was a man doing this to you, no? Hnnh~"

"Ghhoohhho...!! ♥"

She toyed with the pace, dragging each thrust out slow--taunting. Making me feel every inch, every pulse, every drag against my walls.

"You'd already be pregnant just from the first spurt alone. Hnnmp~"

"M-Mmmpphrrhm! ♥ A-Ahhaa, p-please..."

And in the silence between words-- she paused.

"Hummphh!"

"Aaaaahhaa!! ♥♥"

Only to slam forward just when I thought I could breathe.

A cruel, calculated rhythm.

Her breath ghosted against my ear. "Be thankful it's just me, baby..." Her fingers pried my mouth open. "Those vile, evil men from earlier? They would've loved to breed you instead."

Her words lulled me.

Her thrusts shattered me.

And here I am--caught between them, being broken apart one word at a time.

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[1:07 A. M.]

Eons passed before Haruka finally pulled out.

I lay there--twitching, shivering--a slow, sticky trickle of her faux-cum flowing out of me like spilled milk.

Warm. Thick. It seeped from my overstretched hole.

Then, she glazed my ass, spurting out the last of her load.

It felt cold and sticky, and bit against my skin.

"Mmff, mmm... what a ride that was," she said, her voice oozing with pride. "Thank you for giving me company tonight, pip. I mean that, really~"

Her fingers slid back inside me, one last time, stirring the mess inside it.

"N-Nyooho... ♥" A shuddering whimper tore through my lips.

Haruka only chuckled, curling her fingers--relishing in my aftershocks.

"Seems like I broke you a bit~" A soft kiss grazed my temple, her thumb wiping the streak of blood from my nose. "No matter. Training you to be my pet will be in order now."

"Nhaaha..."

"Now, rest easy, sweetie," she kissed my cheek, then pulled me into her arms as she lied down.

Her lips softly brushed my ear, a final whisper sinking into my bones.

"You're mine now. Forever and always~ ♡"

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END

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The following is an alternate way of how Molly's shift could've turned out.

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[8:54 P. M.]

I got dressed in that set of fetish gear the second Haruka was out of sight.

A black microbikini with a tiny maid apron stitched onto the panties. In it, I felt cold, exposed and naked. The apron offered a false sense of modesty, like some cruel, tasteless joke. I was no stranger to doing undignified crap for money, but this?

This was just crossing a line and a half.

"I've seen pasties that cover more than this..."

I took my time staring at myself in the mirror, its reflection a sarcastic mockery. My scrawny, pasty white frame, barely covered by the outfit. It was a sight that would've made even an exotic dancer blush.

Strangely enough, I wasn't as embarrassed as I thought I'd be. Rather, I felt a mild, quiet rush building up inside of me. Something I couldn't quite place, a mix of dread, anxiety, and... something else.

"Ahh... fuck it, here goes nothing." I whispered to myself, my voice hollow.

I stepped out onto the main floor, my legs shaking with anticipation and embarrassment.

It only took half a second. Every pair of eyes in the building snapped to me, leering at me, the occasional gasp cutting through the flabbergasted crowd.

Their eyes burned with judgement, with confusion--with condemnation, just as I anticipated.

I WANNA FUCKING DIE--

I turned back toward the counter. From behind it, Haruka stood, a faint grin marking her face.

Then, with a single nod, she gestured towards the astonished customers. Her gaze flicked to them, then back to me--pointed.

Expectant.

"Go on, earn your raise."--I could almost hear her voice in my head.

I crossed an arm over my chest, and pressed a hand between my thighs--not that it did anything to salvage what little chastity I had left.

But $32 an hour was $32 an hour.

Jaw tight, I stepped forward and began serving. Every movement felt magnified. Every stare dragged over my skin.

And Haruka--she wasn't touching me yet, but I could already feel it. I knew it was coming.

She wouldn't pass this up for the world.

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[9:00 P. M.]

Three hours. I got this.

The men watching me, although ogling at every inch of exposed skin, stiffened the moment I actually approached them. Their voices shrank, they spoke little--sometimes in tongues--and avoided eye contact whenever they asked something from me.

Whether I should be offended or relieved, I wasn't sure.

Figures. Look, but don't touch.

I exhaled through my nose, settling into the strange rhythm of it--the uneasy comfort of knowing they wouldn't really try anything. Even though along with it came the vague irritation that their restraint almost felt like an insult.

Then I turned my head and caught sight of Haruka. She noticed me staring almost immediately and promptly flashed me a cheeky, almost taunting smile.

Words could not describe how much I wanted to bury her right then and there.

"U-Uhm, miss?" one of the customers near me stammered. I turned to him, already bracing for something. Maybe a wandering hand, or a sleazy comment, or perhaps just a bold stare.

Instead, he looked like he was about to piss himself.

"Yes?"

"Ah, m-my friend here, he said he wanted an extra macchiato," he muttered, voice barely above a squeak, pointing to the guy behind him. Said friend looked constipated, stiff as a board, his eyes darting anywhere but at me, like I was some eldritch horror instead of a half-naked waitress.

I stared, astounded. Seriously?

With a sigh, I grabbed the serving tray and turned on my heel.

So much for men being ruled by their dicks.

Most of the other tables were the same song and dance. Some tables managed a few words, some just pointed at the menu like crippled mutes. Even guys twice my size looked like they had a stick up their ass the moment I got too close.

Like I was a walking time bomb.

Relieving? Absolutely. I'd rather not have their greasy hands all over me.

Frustrating? Admittedly. If I was going to be paraded around in this getup, the least they could do was make it worth my damn while.

"Haruka, another macchiato," I called to her, setting the tray on the counter.

"Slow night, eh?" she purred, trailing a hand along my slightly damp face. "Cheer up, pip. Maybe if you'd worn a bunny suit, these boys would be a little more... accommodating~"

I swatted her hand away. She immediately put it back.

"Please don't make this night any harder for me..."

She smiled at me. "No guarantees, pip," she teased, sliding a fresh cup onto my tray. "Only promises."

My fingers tightened around the edge of the tray as I turned away.

Here's hoping my luck holds out.

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[10:24 P. M.]

The calm before the storm... I shouldn't have let my guard down.

"Sir, my eyes are up here."

"Ah, y-yes, uhm..." The salaryman in front of me stammered, trying his best to look anywhere but at me.

An hour and a half into my shift, and these guys still act like I have a grenade strapped to my forehead. Some ogled at me, barely touching their drinks. A few stared, licking their lips like hungry dogs. Most just sat there like smitten schoolboys, tripping their words while I stood over them.

Frankly, I'm pissed, and I shouldn't be.

"You ordering or what?"

And I sure as hell shouldn't be taking my frustration out on these poor bastards, either. The real evil--the one who engineered this whole situation--stood behind the counter.

Grinning. Smirking.

Watching her half-naked employee parade around for a bunch of men who, in all likelihood, talk to women maybe five times a month.

"I guess I'll have two mango cakes...?" he murmured, staring at me like I was some kind of eldritch puzzle he was too afraid to solve.

I didn't bother replying, just turned around and made my way to the counter, eager to escape yet another awkward exchange.

"Haruka, I'll have--"

"Ah-ah-ah, come over here, pip," she cut me off, wiggling her fingers in a come hither motion.

Something about that look in her eyes made my stomach drop.

"Look, I get it, being a waitress is hard work, never mind while dressed in an outfit that would make a stripper cry," her lips got uncomfortably close to my ear as she spoke those words, all while stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders.

"H-Hey..."

"But I kinda get the feeling that you're not even trying, pip. Know what I'm saying?" she paused, looking at me dead in the eye from the side waiting for my response.

I opened my mouth, but she began speaking again before any words could come out.

"Surely some guys are into a body like yours."

Her hands moved as she spoke, fingers gliding over my skin with a confidence that sent a shudder down my spine. There was no teasing, no prelude--just her laying claim on me.

Her fingers traced along my ribs before cupping my breast, pinching my nipple through the flimsy bikini fabric. She didn't even bother to slide the top aside, as if the tiny scrap of material wasn't even worth acknowledging.

Her other hand traveled lower.

A touch at my hip. A slow, lazy drag of her palm down the curve of my waist.

Then--a sharp yank.

Fingers hooked into my thong, pulling it upward without warning. The thin fabric bit into me, slicing right between my pussy lips, dragging against the slick heat already gathering there.

"Auuahaa, H-Haruka--"

A gasp tore from my throat, high and breathy.

I squirmed, pressing my thighs together, but all it did was make the pressure worse--make the material wedge itself even deeper between my folds.

Haruka smirked.

She didn't need words. That look said enough. She knew exactly how easy I was to toy with.

"K-Knnghh... ahah, they're gonna see us...!"

"Oh, but they already do, look!" Haruka's voice was all sugar and malice as she pointed at one of the customers. A guy all by himself, side-eying us while trying to eat his coffee cake.

"That guy doesn't know what he is missing~ ♡"

A strangled noise left my throat. My hands flew to my face in an instant, heat flooding my cheeks faster than I could process.

Too much. Too humiliating. For a moment, I almost forgot about the thong still digging into me, still wedged deep between my folds.

Almost.

"Ha... Haruka, no...!"

"Me? I know exactly what I want from you."

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"M-Mnnhh, please... I n-need to get back to..."

I barely even got the words out before she pinned me against the pantry shelves in the kitchen area, cutting me off with a deep, needy kiss on the lips. It smothered what feeble protest I thought I had, devouring my tongue with slow, sultry laps.

Her hand was already moving south, slithering under my thong and making contact with my drooling, aching slit.

"Those boys can wait, baby..." she hummed against my lips, her voice a velvet trap. "Right now, I'm in need of an appetizer~ ♡"

Then--one swift motion.

Two of her fingers slipped past my soaked entrance, pressing, curling, where they found my g-spot near instantly.

I jerked, squealed, my cry muffled against her lips.

"Hfhhmhhh! ♥"

She didn't stop, didn't even let me breathe. My whole body arched, a wild, breathless moan pouring straight into her mouth as she shoved her tongue down my throat.

A mewl here. A gasp there.

A broken little whimper.

Yet, her grip on me only tightened. Each thrust, each deliberate drive of her fingers, sapped both my resolve and my strength. I shook like a newborn fawn in her arms, and clutched at her for dear life.

"Ghhuhaa, H-Harukaaampphh... ♥"

Lest I collapsed and melted to the floor.

"... Hello?"

A male voice called out, likely from behind the counter.

Shit--

"Just, uhm, checking up on those cakes, if you don't mind."

Ah, the salaryman, guess he had grown impatient. I squirmed, wiggling my face free from Haruka's grip just long enough to choke out, "Y-Yes, ahh, just a little bit more!"

"Okay!" he replied most politely.

I exhaled sharply, hands pressing against Haruka's shoulders, desperate to push her off before she could get any more ideas.

"G-Get off me, I need to get back to them..." I grumbled, shifting my weight, but she barely even budged.

Haruka just stared at me for a moment, her tongue poking out slightly from her closed lips.

"Mmmmp, just when it was starting to get good, too," she lamented, finally stepping back with an almost lazy reluctance. Relief started to settle--but then, she added.

"You're not leaving 'empty-handed', though."

"Huh...?"

Palm up. Fingers slightly curled.

And there, sitting in her grasp, was a sizeable white love egg.

Buzzing.

Shaking.

My stomach couldn't have dropped harder than it did.

"Show me just how much you want that raise~ ♡"

Oh... oh no.

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"So like, what, pain medication doesn't work on you? Not even something like morphine?"

"That's what I'm saying. The only thing that really kills it is alcohol."

"Yeah, no alcohol for you tonight, dude. Let's get you a cappuccino."

"G-Good evening!" I greeted them, my voice slicing through their casual banter, more high-pitched than I intended. Two young men, likely younger than me, but not by much.

They eyes dragged over me, flabbergasted by the lecherous sight before them. They shifted uncomfortably in their seats, and I fought to keep my expression cool, praying they wouldn't notice one glaring little detail.

"Anything, ahn, I c-can get you tonight?"

That is, the merciless buzzing of Haruka's love egg, buried deep inside me.

You can... you can do this, Molly.

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[11:52 P. M.]

I can make it... past an hour and a half... of unending torment.

Torture beyond anything I could imagine--full-strength vibrations tearing through my core, the size of a chicken egg but hitting like a jackhammer.

My legs felt like jelly.

My head was becoming a fog.

My body ran on autopilot as my mind focused on keeping my shit together, trying not to just cum all over the main floor. So many confused looks from so many men, but so little fuck I gave.

"C'mon, you like older women, don't you? Why not try your luck with her?" A voice said.

"What, the owner of this cafe? Pretty sure she's married, dude." Another replied.

"Didn't stop you from taking that married cashier home the other night."

I turned my head to see where the banter was coming from. There, sitting at the far corner of the main floor were two guys. Pretty faces, flashy getups, dyed hair. A type I've seen far too often since coming to Japan.

The type who eat girls alive for breakfast.

"She was divorced, just in case you forgot."

"In the midst of a divorce, more like."

"Heyo, what c-can I get you tonight?" I forced my best customer-service smile, hoping they wouldn't notice the tremor in my voice. Their stares--and the silence--lingered more than I would've been comfortable with, but at this point I could no longer care any less.

"Yeah, two mocha cake slices, one for each of us," the one with the dyed hair said.

I jotted down their orders, silently thankful that I don't have to carry a shit-ton of things on the way back to their table. "Two... mocha cakes... alright. Is there anything else?"

"Mmm, that depends," the brunet hummed, resting his chin on his palm. "You on the menu, too?"

I blinked. "I-I'm sorry?"

Mr. Blonde just chuckled, lightly tapping his finger on the table. "Please excuse him, cute girls seem to be his kryptonite."

"Cute foreign girls, is what he meant," Mr. Brunet added. "Your Japanese is quite decent, ojou-chan. When you're off the clock, how about you come and play with us?"

"Play?" I echoed.

"Yeah," Mr. Blonde said, smiling like he's asking for something as innocent as a childhood game. "C'mon, just for one night? We don't really get to see many white girls around here~"

Sweat dripped from my forehead. My arms trembled slightly from fatigue. My crotch, damp with my arousal, burned with glory. A fire stoked actively by the love egg.

I've got enough shit on my plate so to speak, and here I have two sleazebags trying their best to hit on me.

Putting on a tired, half-assed smile, I shook my head at them. "I'll... I'll pass, I've got something else I need to do after thi--"

Mr. Brunet grabbed my wrist before I could even finish the thought.

"Awww, don't be shy~" he said, flashing a charming, yet sleazy smile. "Just a little fun, what's the harm? You worked hard, you deserve a break. We're good company, we promise~ ★"

GO FUCK YOURSELF, PLEASE--

"N-No, please, let me go, I-I need to--NNGGMM!"

I shuddered. I shook.

I clutched my other hand over my lower stomach, what little was left of my strength falling apart at the seams.

"Whoa hey, you alright?" Mr. Blonde asked with genuine concern.

I ignored him, then looked over my shoulder.

The devil herself from behind the counter, holding a small remote in her hand. She pressed a button, and I crumpled even harder. Barely able to keep my legs straight, the love egg whirred like mad between my pulsating walls.

Right against my g-spot too, as luck would have it.

"Ojou-chan, are you sure you're okay?" Mr. Brunet asked as he let go of my wrist. I didn't walk away.

I couldn't.

I leaned over their table, dripping with sweat, unable to hold still for even a split second.

"Don... don't worry about... ghhkk, m-me!"

Something wet dribbled down my inner thigh. Something warm, something sticky. I tried clenching my legs together, to suppress the building pressure inside my pussy.

It only pushed me further to my limit.

"M-Mmmfhh, g-give me... hhaa, a momen... ohhho!"

The two sleazebags looked at one another most concerningly, at a loss of what to make of the sight before them. They continued to ask questions, at one point even suggesting I go to the hospital.

Sadly, their voices were little more than faint hums to my ears.

The love egg purred like an engine, almost to a point where I could hear it. More of that warmth poured from between my legs, thoroughly soaking my thong and my thighs.

Trickling. Seeping.

A prelude to the surge that is abound.

"O-Ohh, mmfhh...!"

Fuckfuckfuckfuck I'm GONNA CUM--

I felt Mr. Brunet grab my hand again, holding it most tenderly. "Ojou-chan, seriously, we can get you--"

"Mmmmffhh!!" I grabbed his in return, fingers gripping harder than even I thought possible. My eyes locked onto his, and I could almost see the fear in him.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My chest felt tight, and the words came out in a broken stutter.

"I'm f-fine, ghuh, I'm... I'm p-perfectly..."

But then, just like that--thread snapped.

And I let loose.

"... fiiineee!!! ♥"

Leaning my head down, I felt rapture take my entire being, with my pussy as the epicenter. I jolted, writhed, shuddered, as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through my lower half. Try as I might, my voice came out, throaty and rough, in spite of me digging my teeth into my lower lip.

"Ghhuuhh... aauuhha!"

The two flashy guys could only stare at me confused, wondering if I had just shit myself or something.

I looked down between my legs. A puddle sat between my feet, still growing, still flowing. A string of wetness dripped down from my crotch, trickling like a spilled bottle of lube.

"A-Ahh... hhaa, I'm... I'm goo--"

"Hoooora, that was quite a show, wasn't it?"

Haruka piped up as she wrapped her arm around me. I nearly jumped from my skin. "Sadly though, her shift just ended five minutes ago. I'll have another waitress serve you two while she's gone, m'kay?"

She then yanked me away from the table, her fingers brushing against my waist in a way that made me swallow. I stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sudden movement, but Haruka's grip was steady, almost possessive.

"Come on now, darling. The night's still young," she said, her words light but laced with something darker beneath.

"And I've got something else in mind for you~ ♡♡"

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