Date: January 2, 2000
I’m in high school at a Buddhist middle school, and today is Buddha’s Birthday, so I don’t have to go to school.
I slept in until after nine o’clock. I didn’t have to go to school, but I still had to be back at school by 10:30 for the school celebration.
School was just down the street from my house, so there was still some time left, so I stayed in bed a little longer.
Or maybe I’ve gone into heat, lying around and actually thinking about kinky things.
I couldn’t help but reach into my robe and rub my pussy through my panties.
Soon, my bottom got wet and I felt more excited, I was about to have an orgasm—‘fontanel, get up, don’t fall asleep…’
My mom suddenly tapped on the door, then opened it and came in, urging me to get up.
It was like a headlong rush of cold water, and my sex drive vanished.
I had to reluctantly get out of bed and freshen up, then put on my school dress and head out to school.
While waiting for the elevator in the elevator lobby, it seemed like I heard some strange noises.
I saw that the door to a house opposite the elevator lobby was ajar.
And the sound was as if it came from this house, and I saw no one around, so I marched over quietly.
At the end of the hall was a large television, and as I settled in, I gasped as it was showing pornography.
Open the door to watch porn in broad daylight? What’s wrong with that? (Although there’s still an iron gate outside the gate.) I can’t help but curse in my mind.
I looked around the room and realized something that surprised me even more.
It turned out that the son of the head of the household was lying on the floor, watching TV and rubbing his meat stick at the same time.
The sight almost made me scream.
Geez!
I didn’t feel like looking at it again, so I turned around in a hurry and went back to the lobby and continued to wait for the elevator.
Although he was cursing that boy for being a pornographer, there was no denying that what had just been extinguished had been rekindled.
The dimly lit hall came to mind. The TV screen puts out light that shines on the boys’ rods, letting me see its size and the lapping motion of the hand.
I looked around again, still no one was there, so I had the audacity to reach into my panties and rub my pussy.
It would be a shame if people saw it.
But it’s the sneakiness that makes it all the more exciting.
If I watched pornography and masturbated at the same time, it would be even better… So I quietly walked to the door of the house again.
Only the TV was still on and the pornographer was nowhere to be found.
Probably just got done and is in the bathroom showering at the moment.
So my eyes went back to the TV screen. Of course I had a double take.
This pornographer came out of the shower at some point, so I kept an eye on the hall’s exit to the bathroom and the other room doorways as well. As soon as I saw any dark shadows flashing by, I didn’t care and ran to the stairwell to hide.
Once I was mentally prepared, I began to gaze at the screen.
I didn’t see it clearly earlier, but now that I’ve taken a closer look, I can’t help but curse the boys in this house again. Not only is it a pornographic maniac, it is simply a pervert, because the girl in the picture is tied up with ropes by a man with a lewd appearance, and then the wax is dripped on her body with candles, and her body is covered with wooden clamps, and she looks like she is in pain.
If I were to be humiliated like this, I’d really rather be dead.
The man, however, was overjoyed. Luckily this abuse was soon over. Next, the man inserted his rod into the woman’s lower body.
That’s the kind of episode I’d rather see. The guy’s certainly enjoying himself, while the girl is still in pain. I try not to think about the girl being abused part though.
I concentrated on the man’s pumping motions, fantasizing about giving my beloved boy a spanking while rubbing my pussy with my fingertips.
The pussy got wet all of a sudden, and once or twice it almost let a finger slide in, but luckily it didn’t go too deep.
Every time I pulled my finger back in time. It would be a real shame if I accidentally broke my hymen.
Then I saw the man take his rod out and let the white cum spray all over the girl’s body.
By this time, I was close to orgasm as well, so my fingers moved faster, fantasizing that the boy I was having sex with was also ejaculating white sticky fluid, which of course was shooting into me.
At the moment of orgasm, my body shook for a moment and then my body went a little weak (probably felt too exciting). I leaned lightly against the iron gate, closing my eyes and imagining the warmth of my vagina as it soaked with cum.
It felt wonderful, but it couldn’t stay long. Within two seconds, I rushed to turn around and leave.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand behind me.
I was startled and looked back, but the sex maniac boy was already standing in the doorway, and reached out from the iron gate and grabbed my right arm, not letting me leave.
What I hated most was his lewd look. And his hands… after touching his own dirty things, he came and grabbed my hands… the thought of it makes me feel…
”Miss… have you had enough…”
‘Get the hell off me! Damn pornographer!’ It happened so suddenly that I couldn’t really hear what he was saying for a moment, and my first reaction was to try to shake off his hand, but he just grabbed it and wouldn’t let go.
‘Why did you call me a pornographer!’
”You’re not just a pornographer, you’re a shameless pervert for opening your front door at home to watch that kind of porn–” He laughed dryly before I could finish my sentence, and we realized that we had said something we shouldn’t have said.
‘Speaking of shamelessness, who’s better than you, masturbating in front of someone’s house–‘
‘I… I… that…’ I felt my heart beating out of my chest. Although my mouth was still hard, I was actually completely deflated.
‘Heh heh… I was watching you from behind the door just now.’ Then he touched the fingers of my right hand with his other hand and said, ‘Look, your fingertips are still wet, it’s your lewd water.’
It turns out that all of them have been seen by others. I’m totally devastated. Will I ever be able to see anyone again?
I freaked out and swung my right hand wildly to get rid of the pornographer, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t succeed.
And he did something even more outrageous. He opened the iron gate and even grabbed my belt with his hand and tried to pull me inside.
‘Help… what are you trying to do…’
‘Don’t shout! Do you want everyone else to know about your scandal!’
I froze for a moment. I really couldn’t alert the neighbors, if they knew I was masturbating in public, would I be able to live here anymore?
The pornographer took advantage of the fact that I stayed for a moment and pulled me into the house.
Female intuition tells me that this man must be up to no good. The consequences of pulling him in like this must be unimaginable.
Never mind the face, I decided to yell. But now I could no longer shout. While I was being pulled inside, he grabbed a vantage point, flashed behind me, and put his hand over my mouth.
And the other hand took advantage of the situation to wrap around my neck, leaving me breathless.
I gradually lost my resistance.
He pulled me into the sleeping room and pinned me to the bed from behind, then turned my hands behind my back and bound my wrists with rope.
I struggled, but soon realized I couldn’t get the rope free, so I kicked back while I still had room to move my feet.
But not after two kicks, he even restrained both feet. He clamped my right foot with his thigh and restrained my left foot under my armpit.
With the one remaining hand, he probed inside my skirt.
All I could do was yell, but I didn’t have the breath to scream out anymore.
He ripped my panties with one hand, then used his hand to lift my left foot up so that I was lying on my side, but my right foot was instead pressed tightly against the bed, my feet were spread wide open, and with a single stroke of his waist, all I could feel was a tingling sensation coming from my lower body – I knew that I had been robbed of my virginity.
I was so sad I wanted to cry. Of course this kind of thing doesn’t end with a thrust. This erotic rod of flesh, still kept moving in and out of my lower body, with unclean talk on his lips to humiliate me.
‘Your pussy was still wet, so I went in with one thrust.’
No matter what he said, I just suffered in silence and hoped he would be done soon.
His rough movements made my brain feel numb with pain, and in a haze, I felt a hot stream of water pouring into my body, and then I fainted…
I don’t know how long it took, but a stabbing pain woke me up.
The tingling sensation kept coming from my chest and I looked down to see that my breasts were giving way to a wooden clamp.
I tried to take it away, but then I realized that – not only my hands and feet – but my whole body was in a big bind. The rope was wrapped around my tits twice, squeezing the flesh out of shape.
I looked up and there was the same sleeping room and the pornographer – so I wasn’t out of the clutches yet.
And it’s a sick way to get at me.
I watched with bated breath as his hand, holding the wooden clamp, approached my chest, and I actually had nowhere to run from it, so I just gave it to the tips of my breasts.
It hurts!
Please let me die! Jesus Christ!
But you can’t scream because your mouth is tied up.
He put so many clamps on me that I was rolling on the floor in pain. He was so happy to watch.
It’s a good thing he didn’t have candles or he would have dripped wax all over me.
But the abuse that followed was just as hard.
He took the clips away from me one by one, but not before loosening them. While the clips were still holding my flesh, he pulled them out slowly and my flesh gave way.
I was so afraid that my skin would just be pulled off, luckily he would eventually release the clamps, but it was painful and left deep red marks wherever it had been pulled.
As for the tip of the nipple, after being pulled, it literally became pointy. I was paralyzed with pain, and I was worried that the nerve glands there might be pinched or stretched, and it would be a disaster if I lost my sensitivity.
After he removed all the clamps, he pinned me down and ravaged me some more before loosening my bonds.
I didn’t even have the strength to get up, but the thought of what hell this place was like eventually made me quickly put back on my school skirt and shoes and socks, not caring about my underwear skirt and panties and such.
It feels like running for your life.
After that, I never dared to wait for the elevator on this floor again, for fear that his devilish claws would, at some point, reach out of the iron gate again and grab me into hell.
(concluded)
Mortal: “It’s been a long time, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a post from my brother See since the bump period.”
I see the poor: “Yes, diving for a long time, it is this Decameron convened to write something special.”
Submarine: “But, compared to the past L-kun’s stories, it seems like the standard is a little bit worse.”
I See You: “Originally, I was going to take the other Dark Crisis, but I couldn’t make it in time, so I took this one to pad it out.”
Convener: “Any special remarks about this one?”
I feel sorry for her: “My house is literally right across the hall from the elevator, and there’s really a girl who lives on the same floor. When I was watching porn at home, she was in the lobby waiting for the elevator. What?
So the story’s true? Come on, I’m not that perverted to open the door and watch porn. But I did fantasize about opening the door and letting her watch it too.”
Nameless: “Quite an interesting mood!”
I’m sorry that the article is a bit short. The girl touched herself, the pervert raped the two paragraphs, according to the said can write more exciting, but personally I am unable to do, only please play a little masturbation imagination, to make up for the shortcomings.”
Eagle Demon: “In any case, we thank I see brother. Next up, the thirteenth night of the Decameron-Justina.”