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[Content Warning: Contains explicit depictions of rape, sexual assault, coercion, forced penetration, physical violence, threats to life, sexual humiliation, non-consensual orgasms, and severe psychological abuse. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]
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Seeing her breasts smeared with his cum and feeling rivulets of semen sliding down her face, Mikoto let out a soft, broken sob. "W-woo… uun…"
Her shoulders shook as tears flowed down her cheeks… and Kanzou, who watched her sobbing, was barely holding his laughter…
But when he reached out his hand and tilted her chin upward, forcing her to face him as he saw her cheeks smeared with semen and tears, the sight looked so undeniably obscene and perverted that he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
"Gahahaha…" He laughed openly, right in her face, holding her gaze. "What's this, Mikoto-san? Are you crying? Are those tears? Are those genuine tears and not just my cum?"
Even his cock twitched at the obscene state she was in.
After all, no one in the clan, or the village, would ever imagine that the graceful and dignified Uchiha Mikoto would be reduced to this: her face smeared with the semen of a man who isn't even her fiancé.
It was a sight no one would ever expect.
Even Fugaku, just imagining what he would think if he knew his fiancée's face was covered in Kanzou's cum he'd probably choke on his own blood.
The thought alone made him hard.
Mikoto glared up at him through the haze of her humiliation. Her eyes blazed with raw, unfiltered hatred, and she choked out furiously, "What does it look like?!"
She was really crying, and how could she not be? He had smeared her face and breasts with his semen.
The sticky warmth cooled against her skin, turning clammy and revolting.
Disgust churned in her gut, twisting together with bone-deep shame.
"W-why did you do this? Why did you…?" Her words collapsed into hitching gasps. She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth, trying and failing to stifle the sobs shaking her body.
"Haha… the real question is… why wouldn't I?" he laughed again, deeper this time, enjoying her torment. He even patted her head in a condescending gesture.
"After all, a beautiful woman like you…" He continued smoothly, "needs a bit of makeup, something to enhance that beauty. And now that I've given you a facial… consider it the enhancement you were missing."
"Enhancement? Make up?" she choked out as her expression twisted into pure fury at the absurd, revolting reason.
It didn't even make sense, and as if to provoke her further, he added casually, "Honestly, seeing your face covered in my cum? I find it beautiful and highly arousing. But that's just me." He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. "What about you? How do you like this 'enhancement,' Mikoto-san? Having your face covered in the cum of a man… that too a man who isn't your fiancé… how does it feel?"
"What do you think I feel like…? I hate it…!" she snarled, her voice cracking with anguish. Tears spilled faster as she swiped at her face in a futile attempt to wipe it all clean, only smearing the mess further.
"Fufu… that's good… I like that you hate it," he replied calmly. "It makes tormenting you more fun… more enjoyable. If you didn't hate it, why would I torment you?" His tone was flat, matter-of-fact, as if he were commenting on the weather rather than degrading her with his sick, sadistic desires.
She fell silent as a cold chill settled deep in her chest.
Something was undeniably wrong with him… with his mind. She told him she hated this, and he openly admitted that was exactly why he did it. As if humiliating her, breaking her, tormenting her was the very thing he found pleasurable.
And of course, it was true. She didn't need anyone to tell her, she was living it for the second time now. She hated it… despised every moment. But she was helpless, unable to do anything except cry harder.
Her sobs shook her shoulders as she wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, only to smear them into the semen streaking her skin.
Choking on her anguish, she forced the words out. "Now that you're done with what you came for… just go. Get lost… and leave me alone."
She couldn't believe this was the same man she had once secretly admired in her heart. The thought made her feel sick, overwhelmed with disgust.
She didn't want to see him ever again; she wanted him gone from her life, forever.
In response to her desperate wish for him to leave, Kanzou merely chuckled and shook his head, as if she had told an amusing joke.
"Go? Done with my business?" he scoffed. "What are you talking about, Mikoto-san? Have you already forgotten what happened last time?"
He gestured lazily toward his cock, already fully erect and twitching, slick with the remnants of his cum and her saliva, standing proud and ready for more.
"I can still go on, you know," he continued casually. "So no… I'm not leaving anytime soon." Then he patted the futon beside him, the sound deceptively soft but unmistakably commanding. "Come on. Get on your knees and stick that ass out… now I'm going to fuck you."
She dropped her gaze, unwillingly letting it fall on his penis as it throbbed with renewed hunger.
Nausea rose in her throat.
Just looking at that ugly, veined flesh made her stomach churn.
But worse than disgust was the fear that crashed over her like ice water as memories of the last time surged back: the stretch, the pain, the relentless invasion as he came inside her again and again that had left her broken and aching all over.
She shook her head immediately and scrambled backward on the futon, her voice breaking into a desperate plea. "N-no… no… I don't want to… please, just leave me alone…"
"I'm afraid that won't be possible," he said, his voice dropping into that dangerous timbre as he patted the futon again, like calling a bitch to heel. "Stick your ass out. Now."
She shook her head harder, trying to put distance between them. Her body trembled as she pushed herself back against the futon. "No… I don't want to… I won't. I've done enough…"
He moved in a flash, seizing her wrist in an iron grip that allowed no escape and stopped her from retreating. "Oh?" he scoffed. "You think you get a say?"
"Let me go… let me go…" She thrashed in response, legs kicking wildly as if to fight him off, her free hand clawing at the futon. Through her tears, she continued to resist, her voice breaking. "I don't want to do this anymore… I'm tired… I don't feel well…"
"As if I care whether you want to do it, or whether you're tired, or whether you feel well," he snarled, his patience snapping. "Do you really think any of that matters to me?!"
He only put a little bit of strength into his grip and yanked her toward him effortlessly. Any resistance she tried to muster was meaningless against his strength, and her light weight only made it even easier.
"Kyaaa—! No...!" A sharp cry tore from her as he dragged her in, her body tumbling onto her stomach beneath his looming form.
With brutal efficiency, he forced her into the position he wanted, pinning her beneath his weight as she lay prone on the futon. His knees locked her hips in place, leaving her unable to move. Leaning down, he questioned her coldly, "Haaah… don't you care whether Tadayoshi-sama lives or dies?"
The words made her freeze. "S-Sofu-sama…"
"That's right, Mikoto-san… think about your Sofu-sama, …" Kanzou added softly, deliberately invoking the person she cherished most.
Her resistance collapsed instantly as ice flooded her veins. She stopped struggling altogether, but her sobs only grew harsher, breaking into desperate pleas.
"Please… please, go find someone else to relieve yourself… leave me alone… wooo… leave me alone…! I didn't do anything to you… I never even offended you… why… why are you doing this to me…? Wooo… please… let me go… I-I won't pursue this… I'll stay silent, I'll forget everything… just let me go… please… I'm begging you… hic…"
"Shut up, woman… I'm not going anywhere until I fuck your brains out and relieve myself…" he snorted, shoving her head down into the pillow, muffling her cries and burying her cum-streaked face in the soft fabric.
"Pweaseeee…" she choked out in a muffled voice. But her plea became warped and was barely audible against the pillow.
He didn't listen. But even if he had listened, he wouldn't have cared.
Rising onto his knees behind her, he brought his hand down in a sharp spank, adding a fresh sting to skin already flushed red.
Cha!
"Come… lift that ass up…"
She didn't comply at once. As if making one last, futile attempt to resist, her body tensed in defiance.
That hesitation earned her two more slaps, harsher than before.
Cha!
Cha!
But when she still didn't move, Kanzou snarling fisted her hair and yanked her head up sharply, forcing a hiss of pain from her lips, "Aaahh…"
He didn't care about the pain she was feeling… rather, he smirked, finding it pleasing.
"I'm warning you, Mikoto-san…" he said coldly. "I'll count to five. If you don't lift that ass before I'm done… I'll go straight to where your Sofu-sama is, and I'll kill him. I really will. No matter who tries to stop me, I'll give him the most painful death imaginable."
He leaned closer and said cruelly. "Now the choice is yours… whether you'd rather be fucked by me, or become the reason for his death."
"Five…"
'Why me? Why me? What did I do to him? Why is he hurting me?' she whimpered, choking back a sob.
The pain from her hair being yanked already pushed her toward agony, compounded by the repeated slaps burning across her back.
"Four…"
'I don't want to… I don't want to…'
She truly didn't want to be violated by him again.
For a fleeting moment, a dark thought crossed her mind: what if she ended it here? If she died, perhaps her grandfather would be left alone.
More than that, it would deny him the satisfaction of violating her… an anger he'd have no way to vent on her. Even if he did something to her corpse, it couldn't be more humiliating than this.
What would it matter then?
"Three…"
'B-but if he still went to Sofu-sama…?'
Deep down, she knew the truth.
Even if she took her own life, he would only carry that rage to her grandfather. He would make him suffer. He would not even kill him easily; rather, he'd make him suffer in agony.
She couldn't allow that. She couldn't become the cause of her grandfather's agony.
"Two…"
'Rather than Sofu-sama suffering…'
It was better for her to endure it alone, better that she suffered by herself than let that suffering spill onto her family… the only family she had known for most of her life.
"1…"
Suddenly, she squirmed, resigning herself…
"Fufu… it seems you've reached a decision, Mikoto-san…" he said, stopping the count with a smirk, releasing her hair just enough to let her breathe.
She didn't respond, but the way she raised her ass up slightly, trembling, it seemed to mean that she had relented.
'I should suffer on my own rather than let Sofu-sama suffer…' she thought, releasing a broken sigh between her sobs.
He laughed triumphantly. "Fufu… I knew you'd come to that realization. After all, you're a smart woman, and I like smart women."
'But I hate you…' she thought, crying silently as she resigned herself to her fate.
He didn't care what ran through her mind. He spanked her again and issued his command coldly, "Now… lift that ass higher. Bend your knees and let them take the weight. Arch your back."
"Wooo… wooo…" Still crying, she obeyed. She bent her knees to steady herself, raised her hips as instructed, and arched her back, keeping her face buried in the pillow to muffle her sobs.
"Yes… This is good. Now stay steady like that…" he said, rolling her long black skirt up to her lower back, exposing her shapely hips and black panties.
Unsurprisingly, the fabric was already soaked, wet enough to drip.
"Just look at this… even though you're this wet, you still wanted me to stop," he mocked. "Mikoto-san, you're not honest with yourself at all. Internally, you want me to fuck you. You want me to ravish your dripping, needy pussy with my cock… yet you keep telling me to leave you alone. That's not good."
"That's not true… I just want you to leave me alone…" she protested through tears, her voice muffled against the pillow.
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow as he bunched her panties in his fist and pulled them tight against her pussy.
Instantly, the fabric dug into her folds, forcing a sharp, muffled gasp from her lips, "Aaahhhnnn!"
"Then how do you explain this wetness? How do you explain your own arousal?"
He scoffed softly. "Your face is flushed red… and your pussy is leaking, already soaking the fabric in anticipation of my cock. Isn't it obvious that you want to be fucked by me?"
His voice dripped with mockery. "Yet you keep telling me you don't. You even tell me to leave you alone."
He chuckled darkly. "Truly… women are mysterious creatures. They say one thing, but mean the exact opposite."
She couldn't respond at all. Her body trembled as the fabric of her panties dug into her sensitive folds, and she struggled to keep the painful moans from spilling out, "Aaahhnn… i-it's hurting… Hnnngg…"
Though she was wet, that only heightened her sensitivity. In that state, the wedgie was both intensely painful and overwhelmingly stimulating.
The sensation quickly overwhelmed her completely as the pleasure crested and a desire for release bubbled up.
'I don't want to… I don't want to…'
But there was no stopping what had already begun. Despite her resistance, her juices spilled out uncontrollably.
"C-cumming…!!!"
Splrrt!
"Gahahaha… look at this," he laughed, clearly amused as he watched her lose control. "You're so horny, so desperate to be pounded by me, that you came from nothing more than a wedgie…"
He laughed again as her orgasm left slick trails that dripped onto the futon beneath her.
Splasshhh!
She couldn't even bring herself to defend against it, because that was exactly how it had happened, and the realization filled her with shame.
"I really dislike dishonest women…" he snorted. Keeping the wedgie pulled tight with one hand, he used the other to grip his cock and slap it against her soaked pussy.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
"Aaahnnn… ahhhnnn…"
With the fabric already biting into her sensitive folds, the repeated slaps from his cock added another layer of stimulation. The sensation overwhelmed her completely. She moaned heavily, arched her back, and curled her toes as a second orgasm crashed through her body.
She hadn't even had time to recover from the first before her body betrayed her again, trembling violently.
"Cu-cumminggggg…!"
Splrrt! Splasshhh!
"Hmm, look at that… you came again," he laughed, clearly amused. "Are you really the same woman who was begging me to leave? And now… you've already orgasmed twice, without me even stuffing my cock inside your pussy."
His smile turned mocking. "Could it be that you secretly wanted me to fuck you, but just didn't want to admit it? You're so dishonest, Mikoto-san."
Cha!
He slapped her for that dishonesty and sneered, "Dishonest women like you… deserve to be spanked."
Cha!
"I… haaah… I… haaah… want to… haaah… die…" she stammered between ragged, broken breaths.
"So… you'd rather die than cum for me. How sad. I'm giving you pleasure, yet you choose pain instead." As he spoke, he leaned down and bit her earlobe sharply, drawing a whimper from her lips.
He didn't care.
"It's almost as if you're mentally unwell," he continued coldly. "And you know, Mikoto-san… sick women like you really do need proper treatment."
Keeping the wedgie pulled taut against her, his voice softened mockingly. "But don't worry, Mikoto-san. I know exactly the treatment someone like you needs. I'm an expert. I've treated many women before you who suffered from the same problem, and the treatment has always worked."
"Fufu…" He chuckled, reminiscing about those encounters. Some of them had been as sick as Mikoto, some less so, but the treatment was always the same.
"Are you curious to know what that treatment is?" he asked.
She didn't respond. She wasn't interested; she could already guess, given his twisted nature.
"It seems you've figured it out," he said with a small nod, whispering into her ear. "And you're right. I am pounding the treatment. After I fuck their brains out, their sickness heals. Some need multiple sessions, others don't."
His grip tightened slightly. "But you don't need to worry, Mikoto-san. I'll give you as much treatment as you need… and I'm sure you'll be cured too."
'The one who actually needs treatment… is you…' she thought silently, but didn't have the courage actually to be able to say it to his face.
Kanzou wouldn't have cared either way…
"So… now then you know the treatment you need, shall we begin your treatment, Mikoto-san… pounding your pussy…"
All she could do was whimper and shake her head. She didn't want any of his sick treatment.
"Fufu… just as I thought," he said, clearly amused. "You shook your head, which means you want me to fuck you."
He continued calmly, twisting her reaction to suit himself. "You see, Mikoto-san, since you're a dishonest woman, if you truly didn't want me to fuck you, you would have nodded. I would have taken that as you not wanting to be 'cured.'"
Then, lowering his voice, he continued smugly, "But you didn't nod, you shook your head. That means, in truth, you want me to fuck your brains out," and added with a smile, "Alright then, since you want me to cure you… I'm going to fuck your brains out."
She was left speechless, unable to comprehend or respond to the twisted logic being forced upon her.
"And I wonder how your pussy will react when I actually stuff my cock inside you… let's find out."
With that thought, he slid her panties aside, exposing her soaked folds as her juices dripped directly onto the futon beneath her.
Drip… drip… drip…
He gave her dripping sex a few sharp slaps with his cock, then said coldly, "Alright… brace yourself. Doctor Uchiha Kanzou-sama is about to administer the cure for your sickness. It'll hurt at first, you already know that from previous experience, but after that, it won't hurt as much. Don't be afraid. If it hurts, that just means the cure is working."
"N-no…" she choked out in a desperate, muffled voice, refusing that twisted treatment.
"Yes, I know you want it desperately, and I don't intend to keep you waiting," He ignored her plea and thrust forward forcefully, splitting her open in a single motion, driving all the way in, slamming into her cervix at once.
"Aaahhhnnn…! C-cumminggggg…!"
She arched completely, her eyes rolling back as the third orgasm tore violently through her trembling body…
Squelch… Squelch~
"Gaaah… Mikoto-san… your tight, thirsty pussy," he groaned. "It's squeezing me so hard… telling me just how desperate it is to be cured of the sickness in your head."
She was too drained to utter a single word.
He didn't care either way. Leaning forward, he sank his teeth into her back and began to thrust.
Plap… plakk… pappp…
He slammed his hips against her ass, sending ripples through her entire body.
He plunged his cock deep inside her pussy, exploring her most sensitive depths and flooding her with overwhelming pleasure.
'It's too much… too big…'
Her thoughts blurred, her mind turning hazy as helpless moans slipped from her lips, spilling out even against her will.
"Aaahnnn… hnngggn… ohhnnn…"
"Are you enjoying this, Mikoto-san?" he asked. "Are you enjoying being fucked by a man who isn't your fiancé?"
"Hnnng… ngghhnnn…" She did nothing but moan, not to mention, she didn't want to answer the question at all.
Kanzou snorted. Fisting her hair, he yanked her head back and spoke coldly, "Didn't I ask you a question? How'd I know if the treatment I have administered is working if you don't respond to my questions?"
She sobbed at the pain, then nodded weakly. "I-it hurts… ahhhhnnn… b-but it also… hhnnn… also feels good… w-why… why does it feel good…?"
"Haha… of course it feels good," he smirked. "I'm the one fucking you, I am the one administering you with the treatment to cure your sickness… how could it not?"
Proud of himself, he straightened up but didn't release her hair.
Instead, he yanked it back like a leash, keeping her head strained and forcing her to endure the sharp pain as he thrust in and out of her tight pussy.
Plap… plakk… Paappp…
Between each movement, he used his free hand to slap her buttocks, those full, soft curves of hers… he really intended on turning them red.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
One sharp slap after another echoed through the bedroom as he struck her left ass cheek, rough enough to leave red handprints behind. The mix of pain and pleasure tore cries from her throat.
"Aaahhnnn… hhhnnnn… h-hurrttsss…"
"Don't worry… this is all part of the treatment," he said, smirking, ignoring her moans that were mixed with painful cries.
His gaze then shifted to her other asscheek. "I can't leave this one untouched either, can I?"
Keeping her hair clenched tightly in one hand, he raised the other and struck her remaining ass cheek just as roughly.
Cha! Cha! Cha!
More sharp slaps echoed through the room, blending with the heavy sound of his hips crashing against her.
Clapp… clapp…
The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mixed in as well.
Shluck… shluck…
Beneath it all were Mikoto's sweet, strained moans, sonorous, trembling, and laced with pain. "Hannnn… ahhhnnn… hhannn…"
Being struck on the buttocks, having her hair yanked roughly, and being driven with ferocious intensity, it was no surprise that she was pushed over the edge yet again.
"Kanzou-sama… I-I'm c-cumminnnnnggg… againnnnn…"
Splrrt! Squelch~
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