SDF - part twelve - the ultimate weapon
Drip...
Drip drip...
Drip drip drip...
Drip...
How long had it been?
Kate tried to remember how long it was since she was taken by the moving tree demon. She wondered why she was still alive and her head was not hanging from a branch. She remembered the vines pulling her down into the darkness. She could not move. Her screams reached no one. She could not see. Her nose was filled with the smell of death. She could not do anything at all... except fall into a world where pain and pleasure was one and the same.
After she was captured by the tree demon, her clothes were shredded into a thousand pieces. Dispite her protests, her green tanktop was ripped
Drip drip...
Drip drip drip...
Drip...
How long had it been?
Kate tried to remember how long it was since she was taken by the moving tree demon. She wondered why she was still alive and her head was not hanging from a branch. She remembered the vines pulling her down into the darkness. She could not move. Her screams reached no one. She could not see. Her nose was filled with the smell of death. She could not do anything at all... except fall into a world where pain and pleasure was one and the same.
After she was captured by the tree demon, her clothes were shredded into a thousand pieces. Dispite her protests, her green tanktop was ripped
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from her small frame by a single vine. Since her breasts were small enough so that she had no need for a bra, her breasts were immediately exposed to the eerily cold air. That was the only warning she had before her trousers were pulled down leaving her only in her panties (she came to the island barefoot).
Kate continued to squirm, even more so now that she realized what the tree demon planned on doing to her. Unfortunately, she was powerless under the sheer strength of the moving vines. Something tickled against her womanhood through her panties. At first she thought it was the tip of another vine, but this one seemed softer and moist compared to the vines restricting her. Her heart began to race and her breathing quickened at the touch of the unknown object. Her adrenaline-level was at an all-time high.
Another scent filled the dark and cool air. This other scent was much more pleasant compared to the smell of rotten and decayed corpses. It smelled like nothing Kate had ever smelled in her life, but it smelled nice enough to calm her down a bit. Without realizing it, her pussy began to moisten and her hormone-levels began to rise rapidly. Without realizing it, she was reacting to aphrodisiac in the newly introduced scent.
The young disciple of the sword did to resist as much as she should had when her panties were removed. Instead of being ripped off like the other articles of her clothing, her panties slid gently down her left leg and off her left foot. Once the last barrier was gone, the vines that encircled her ankles forcefully separated her legs as much as possible. To her horror, instead of screaming out in pain she screamed out in pleasure.
The strange wet object from before returned to her pussy at once. Kate shivered in ecstasy as she felt the intrusive demon organ played with the outer-folds of her pussy. When the tip of the organ flicked against her clit, a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Her mind was split into two factions: one was trying to get her to resist while the other was successfully getting her to go along with the flow. She wanted to resist, but it was felt too good.
"JUST FUCKING PUT IT IN ALREADY!" Kate cried out in frustration as tears spilled from her eyes. She surprised herself as soon as the words escaped from her mouth. She continued to sob even as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Her tears were falling from her eyes... that meant that she was facing downwards. It was a bit of a comfort to her when she figured out how she was positioned. As if it were acting on her outburst, the wet object slowly entered the love canal. It continued to slithered within the young girl until what felt like ten inches of moist demon muscle was inside of her. "Oh my god... oh god..."
Her words matched the rate at which the organ pumped in and out of her.
Her eyes continued streaming with tears as her words left her mouth.
Her mind kept screaming out incoherent thoughts as her eyes streamed with tears.
Kate's toes curled up as the moist demon instrument pounded into her over and over again. She clenched her fists and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her clit being rubbed against another vine. Her arms were pressed against the small of her back to make her feel even more at mercy to the tree demon. Her eyes popped open for only an instant as she felt another object begin to intrude her other hole. Her eyes squeezed shut again as the other mysterious serpent slithered into her backyard.
Kate continued screaming in pleasure and pain as she orgasmed over... and over... and over...
*****
Kate: "Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now you have a cootie shot."
Pete: "Are you sure this works, Kate? I won't get sick?"
Kate: "It'll work! Trust me! Now we can all play tag together!"
Motoko: "Are you two done yet? You've already done that a hundred times."
Kate: "Just making sure it works! Right, Pete?"
Pete: "Um... right."
Motoko: "Yo! Yo! What are you doing up there, Yo? Don't tell me you're scared of cooties, too!"
Yo: "Only little kids believe in that kind of stuff. Oh... Akito and Akira are fighting again."
Motoko: "Again? They do this everytime they meet!"
Kate: "Sensei says they're rivals. That's why they fight all the time."
Motoko: "What are rivals? Yo? Do you know?"
Kana: "Rivals are two people who want to be better than each other."
Kate: "Kana! Yay! You're here! Now we can play. Yo, are you coming down?"
Yo: "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
*****
"[God... please don't let me be late... please don't let me be late...]" Motoko repeated that same phrase over and over again like a mantra. She sped along the moist ground, running past any and all obstacles in her way. The bottom of her barefeet were caked with mud for she never looked where she was going. She was going on a hunch, but that didn't stop her from going back into the woods anyway.
On her way through the woods, she came across a skeleton holding a bow and a quiver with three arrows. There was also a campfire that was slowly dying out from the cold atmosphere of the dark and desolate wind. She immediatley whipped up a torch using a small branch she found lying nearby. It was only a few short seconds of delay, but she was already worried that it made her a few seconds too late.
*****
Kate: Damn... they're really going at it, aren't they?
Motoko: Akira-Sempai! Do your best!
Kana: No cheering for your sempai, stupid retard.
Motoko: Why not? Um... what did you just say?
Kate: You're too goody-goody to fucking swear, aren't you?
Motoko: I'm not! I just don't know how to swear in english.
Kana: Oh yeah? Let's hear some japanese swearing. I know japanese too, so I'll know if you're lying.
Motoko: [Oh screw you, ya fucking whore. In fact, why don't I just cut the bullshit and flip ya off, ass-wipe. There, that's the fucking universal sign fer fuck off!]
Kana: ... Osakan-dialect?
Kate: Damn... even if I don't understand, I know swearing when I hear it.
Sanae: Hey, you three do realize everyone can hear you, right?
Motoko, Kana, Kate: Eeep!
*****
Where the fuck am I? Damn head's pounding... Akito thought to herself as soon as she was conscious. She was too dazed to make out the objects around her. She tried getting up, but found that she was too exhausted to do anything at all. She realized from the coldness against her skin that she was completely nude save for her bandages around her wrists and ankles. The bandages that binded her breasts were torn apart and laid in fragments on the ground.
There was laughing in the background...
What...
Where...
No.
Akito felt a strong hand grab her by the hair and forced her to her feet. Two more hands reached out and grabbed her by the ankles before forcing them apart. A fourth arm wrapped itself around Akito's waist and pressed her back against the furry chest of a one-eyed troll. All four hands belonged to a single troll whom stood around nine feet tall and possessed arms that could rip a normal human being like a rag-doll. Akito was about to be gang-raped by a pack of demonic trolls.
The raven-haired beauty's thoughts went to the fire techniques, but she knew they were useless while she was in her current condition. She tried calling for help, but she could only manage a weak groan. The closest people who could save her were probably already long dead.
Her breasts were roughly handed by the beasts. Since she had them bound for a long period of time, they were incredibly sensitive to even the slightest touch. The troll's handling of her breasts sent overwhelming jolts of pleasure into her brain. Even her mind was too tired to argue with what she was feeling and accepted it just like that. Then came the true horror...
She managed just enough strength to lift her head and look around her. The strongest of the troll pack was gathered for they had first dibs on the 'prize'. The fifteen feet trolls were standing there, amused with the entertainment presented before them. Every single troll had sheaths to hide and protect their cocks, but now they were proudly displayed for all to see. They were wielding an average of 10 inches of beastial meat.
Akito felt the troll behind her begin to enter her rear entrance and he wasn't going in gently. The pyro-user snapped at attention when she realized that she was getting sodomized for the first time by a demon. She could do nothing but experience a mixture of pain and pleasure as the gigantic rod pushed past her anus and into her anal cavity. A hurricane of emotions was swirling through her head and her mind decided to choose the least painful ones. Pleasure... lust... joy... those were the kinds of feelings her mind chose to prevent a complete and total breakdown.
Another cock entered her from the front. One of the stronger trolls who stood at twelve feet tall was to be the first of the pack to sample Akito's womanhood. In the back of Akito's mind, she was glad she already gave her virginity to someone else. In fact, through-out the entire ordeal she was only thinking of the person who took her virginity. Even as the strong smell of animalistic hormones filled the air and even as the trolls violated and debased her body, Akito's mind went to her one true love.
A nine inch cock was forced into the fifteen year old's mouth as another pair of trolls took their turn fucking both holes. The cock was was blue and there were orange veins bulging out. It smelled like it was dipped in dog poo and washed with cat pee. Dispite this, Akito did not gag when it was forced down her throat. More hands... these ones were playing around with her breasts again. It did not just stop there, however. Apparently, foot-fetish did not just exist among humans. Some of the trolls took a liking to Akito's toes and were sucking them into their mouths.
Even so... Akito's mind seeked escape...
Even if her love was not there to save her...
Akito was ready to go to her...
"Akira..." Akito managed to gasp out before she slowly lost consciousness again.
*****
Kate: Say... Motoko? Is Akira a boy or a girl?
Motoko: Of course Akira-Sempai is a boy!
Kate: Oh? Akira looks too pretty to be a boy.
Kana: Akira acts too much like a girl to be a boy. Then again, he or she acts too much like a boy to be a girl.
Kate: Akito acts too much like a boy, but she's a girl.
Akito: What did you say?
Kate: Eep!
Kana: Akito, are you a lesbian?
Kate: Lesbian?
Kana: Ow... why did you hit me, Akito? I only asked a question.
Akito: No, I'm not a lesbian. Where did you get that?
Motoko: What's a lesbian?
Motoko: Um... why are you all looking at me like that?
Kate: A lesbian is a girl who loves another girl. Sempai says it's a natural thing to happen and is as normal as if a girl loves a guy and if a guy loves a girl.
Motoko: Then... that means... it doesn't matter whether Akira-Sempai's a boy or a girl!
Kate: Wait... you like Akira? As in like her like her?
Akito: Her? I thought Akira was a guy.
Motoko: Um... Akira-Sempai only wears the dojo-uniform and takes baths by himself, so no one knows. Sensei felt it was rude to ask so not even he knows.
Akito: This is getting weird. I'm just going to find out myself.
Motoko: If you thought he was a guy a along and you're not a lesbian... then... NO! You can't have Akira-Sempai! He's mine!
Akito: Not interested either way.
Kate: Liar! You two spend way too much time together!
Kana: If Akira's a girl, that makes you a closet lesbian.
Motoko: If Akira-Sempai's really a girl... then... I'll become a lesbian, too!
Akito: You three are weird.
*****
"[Kate... Kana... please be alright...]" Motoko thought to herself as she continued to run through the woods. Her feet were getting sore, but she paid no heed to them. She just kept running along the ground, praying that her two friends were safe. "[Wait... what am I thinking? Bad Moto-chan! Bad! I hafta think bout Pete, Yo, Akito, and everyone else takin' this test as well! So... everyone... please be alright...]"
Her barefeet pounded away against the dirt floor as the trees went by her at a rapid pace. She met three trolls along the way, but they were easy to dodge and avoid. The injuries she sustained last week had healed to the point where she hardly noticed them anymore. Apparently, most of the damage was psychological for it became relatively easy to ignore the pain and think about her friends.
There were... human footprints. Two of them... belonging to a couple of teens her age. From the shape of the prints, one was male while the other was female. The female prints appeared fresher, so it was likely that the owner of those prints was following the prints belonging to the male. However, as soon as she reached a cliff, the trails ended.
"[Fuck!]" Motoko cursed when the trail ended. She looked around the cliff, then noticed a series of other footprints. That meant... there was a struggle of some sort. Something caused the owner of the female prints to run around and fight some invisible enemy. No... not invisible. There were marks along the ground indicating something vine-like slithering along the ground. There was a shinken on the ground, but no sane person would leave a weapon like that behind. All the footprints were also pointing to direction. Fingerprints also indicated that the female victim was dragged along the ground and towards... the TREE!
As soon as she figured it all out, a vine came down upon her head like an executioner's axe. She immediately dashed away from the vine and off to the side. She clenched her torch like a sword and cursed her lack of a real one. Her bow and arrows were on her back, but they couldn't really do anything to a tree demon, right? In fact, she wasn't sure how much damage she could do even if she had a real sword.
Her thoughts went to the shinken on the ground, but it was too close to the tree demon. If she went in too close, she could very well end up with the same fate as the owner of the female footprints. Instead, she backed off as much as she could while staying within the vicinity of the cliff. She continued moving backwards and dodging the vines until they could no longer reach her.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she sank deeper and deeper into the world called battle. Her breathes became faster and her heart pounded louder. Sweat poured down her face as they glistened in the sun. She was too distracted at the moment to even be disgusted by the smell of a thousand rotting corpses.
"[Looks like the vines can't reach me he- shit!]" Motoko immediately dashed backwards when she realized the vine's reach was longer than the tree had her believe. This time, she just continued dashing backwards until she was near the trees again. She could turn around and run, but that meant leaving behind two people who might possibly still be alive.
The tree demon was taunting her. The demon monkey taunted her. All the demons on the island were taunting her. They didn't think of the newly introduced humans as a threat. They didn't even think of them as food. Humans were entertainment in the eyes of the demons. Humans were only pathetically weak creatures who squirmed and screamed when the demons wanted them to.
"[Damn you all...]" Motoko growled as she wielded the bow she found. Her left hand clutched the middle of the bow as she planted the torch in her right hand into the ground. She took an arrow and nocked it into the string. She fired.
The arrow slithered through the air as it went straight past all the vines. The tree demon was not fast enough to catch the arrow and took it in the middle. Nothing... the tree demon did not appear phased by the arrow at all.
Motoko fired again, but she got the same result. Her eyes narrowed into frustrated slits of anger. They went towards the torch she planted on the ground. Her eyes suddenly widened with excitement.
The young sword-girl turned her attention back on the demon tree. She grabbed her tube top (or rather what was left of her gi) and ripped it off of her small and lithe body. Her small budding breasts were suddenly exposed to the air causing her nipples to harden and erect. She knelt down and proceeded to tie the fragments of clothing onto the tip of her remaining arrow. Once she was done, she lit the tip of the arrow with her torch and nocked it to her bowstring.
She aimed...
She fired...
She amazed herself...
It was like watching a dam burst. At first there was only the small ember from the arrow. Then the ember grew and spread along the tree trunk. Soon, the entire tree demon was engulfed by an even stronger demon named fire. The flames slowly, but surely claimed the tree's life. Now it looked like a Christmas tree. A Christmas tree from hell...
Motoko snapped out of her trance and ran forth towards the shinken on the ground. She snatched the blade and sheath up and sheathed the shinken at once. With her left hand clutching the sheath and her right hand on the hilt, she ran towards the flaming demon tree.
A flash of lightning could kill a tree...
Motoko's battou-jutsu wasn't that far off.
*****
"Strange..." Kana stopped walking and simply stood there in the middle of the woods. She wasn't sure why she stopped until she noticed something on the ground. Then she noticed something else that was out of place. "Strange... I'm crying and I don't know why... strange..."
*****
Kate: Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now everything will be alright.
Motoko: Why are you giving me a cootie shot? I'm not a boy.
Kate: Boys have cooties too, you know. Now that you have a shot, you don't have to worry about catching anything from Akira.
Motoko: Akira doesn't have cooties!
Kana: There are no such things as cooties.
Motoko: There are no such things as cooties!
Kate: Whatever... you'll thank me later.
*****
"[Kate... please... don't die...]"
The smell of a thousand rotting corpses was gone. All that was left was a pile of dusty old bones, a burnt down tree on a cliff, and two girls.
"[Kate...] please don't die..." Motoko sobbed as she held Kate in her arms. Both of them looked like what they should look like after going through a war. They were bruised, battered, and exhausted.
"Pete... is that you... why did... you wake me..." Kate gasped as she looked towards Motoko.
"Kate, it's me, Moto-" Motoko began to gain hope, but she was cut off.
"Circle... circle... dot... dot..." Kate managed to say. Her finger wobbled as she lifted it to Motoko's foreheard and drew the invisible circles and dots. Once she was done, she dropped her finger and smiled. "Now... every... thing... will be... alright. Please... ju... kiss... please..."
"Kate, it's me! Motoko! I... you... please don't die," Motoko begged as she held Kate against her body. She wasn't sure what to do... except... "I... can't do... anything... for you. Can't... anything... except for this."
She kissed her.
Then there were more sobs.
*****
"Sanae-Sempai, why are you crying?" Jin questioned his sempai as soon as he noticed that tears were staining the dojo's floor.
"Just... got some sand... in my eyes..." Sanae turned away from her kohai and left the dojo.
*****
Hours passed...
Motoko wanted to stay with Kate a while longer...
She could not and she knew it...
*****
Kate: Did you hear? Did you hear? Akira and Akito just confessed their love for each other.
Motoko: It won't last.
Kate: Aw... feeling jealous?
Motoko: Leave me alone!
Kate: It's strange... we're only obligated to see each other bi-annually. Yet... we always seem to hang out every weekend.
Motoko: Is that so strange? Our dojos are only a subway trip away from each other. Wait... what does that have to do with anything?
Kate: Nothing... nothing at all. Just that... isn't Akito's dojo far away? I guess we should've seen it coming. She's been hanging out with us every weekend even though she has to take a longer trip.
Motoko: So what? I bet she just doesn't have any friends where she lives.
*****
Akito remembered what her life was like before she came to the island. She was an outcast among her peers ever since the start of elementary school. It was because she disagreed with what everyone else thought almost every time a hot topic was introduced. Her parents were killed in a car crash when she was five years old. She lived with her grandparents ever since. When she was seven, her grandmother taught her how to use a sword and her grandfather taught her how to use her fists.
It was because she had no parents that the other kids initially picked on her. It was after she nearly beat a classmate to death that things got worse for her. The other children simply avoided her and treated her like some sort of monster. Akito blamed this entirely on her grandparents for the next few years. She then blamed herself for her grandfather's death, which occured when she was thirteen. She was certain that her grandmother also blamed her.
Nobody except Akira... but Akira was dead.
Even if she were to die here, Akito was certain that nobody would miss her. Nobody would care...
It was getting cold...
"Akito... Akito..."
Akito looked up and at first she thought she was looking at Akira. She corrected herself. It was not Akira... but why...
"No... not again... not you too..."
Why... why was she...
Why is she crying for me, Akito thought to herself as she looked up at Motoko's face. Streams of tears were rolling down the fourteen year old's reddened face. The skin under her eyes were puffed up and sore from all the crying.
I'm glad...
Circle, circle, dot, dot... now everything will be alright.
Everything will be alright...
All around the two girls were the unmoving figures of the one-eyed trolls. They were all dead... yes, even the fifteen feet tall giants. They were all slaughtered by a single girl wielding a shinken.
*****
There was an old woman who lived in Okinawa. She lived in a cottage near the beach. She was a widow and her only child was dead. Her only child... and now she was worried about her only grandchild.
"Akito... please come back..." The old woman whispered.
*****
Three months passed like the wind against the sand.
It was time to see if all was in vain.
"Where is the ultimate weapon?" Motoko's sensei asked.
"It's..." Motoko lowered her eyes at the question. She had grown in the past three months. Her hair was much longer and reached all the way to the small of her back. She looked less fragile and her skin was slightly tanner. She stood as tall as Sanae and her breasts had also developed as well. Simply put, she was hot after one month of hell. She was smoking hot once the demons learned to fear her.
"Well?" The sensei was waited patiently with his arms crossed.
"It's right here," Motoko replied. She jerked a thumb towards her forehead and repeated, "The ultimate weapon is right here."
"Congratulations, Motoko. You passed."
Kate continued to squirm, even more so now that she realized what the tree demon planned on doing to her. Unfortunately, she was powerless under the sheer strength of the moving vines. Something tickled against her womanhood through her panties. At first she thought it was the tip of another vine, but this one seemed softer and moist compared to the vines restricting her. Her heart began to race and her breathing quickened at the touch of the unknown object. Her adrenaline-level was at an all-time high.
Another scent filled the dark and cool air. This other scent was much more pleasant compared to the smell of rotten and decayed corpses. It smelled like nothing Kate had ever smelled in her life, but it smelled nice enough to calm her down a bit. Without realizing it, her pussy began to moisten and her hormone-levels began to rise rapidly. Without realizing it, she was reacting to aphrodisiac in the newly introduced scent.
The young disciple of the sword did to resist as much as she should had when her panties were removed. Instead of being ripped off like the other articles of her clothing, her panties slid gently down her left leg and off her left foot. Once the last barrier was gone, the vines that encircled her ankles forcefully separated her legs as much as possible. To her horror, instead of screaming out in pain she screamed out in pleasure.
The strange wet object from before returned to her pussy at once. Kate shivered in ecstasy as she felt the intrusive demon organ played with the outer-folds of her pussy. When the tip of the organ flicked against her clit, a gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Her mind was split into two factions: one was trying to get her to resist while the other was successfully getting her to go along with the flow. She wanted to resist, but it was felt too good.
"JUST FUCKING PUT IT IN ALREADY!" Kate cried out in frustration as tears spilled from her eyes. She surprised herself as soon as the words escaped from her mouth. She continued to sob even as she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Her tears were falling from her eyes... that meant that she was facing downwards. It was a bit of a comfort to her when she figured out how she was positioned. As if it were acting on her outburst, the wet object slowly entered the love canal. It continued to slithered within the young girl until what felt like ten inches of moist demon muscle was inside of her. "Oh my god... oh god..."
Her words matched the rate at which the organ pumped in and out of her.
Her eyes continued streaming with tears as her words left her mouth.
Her mind kept screaming out incoherent thoughts as her eyes streamed with tears.
Kate's toes curled up as the moist demon instrument pounded into her over and over again. She clenched her fists and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt her clit being rubbed against another vine. Her arms were pressed against the small of her back to make her feel even more at mercy to the tree demon. Her eyes popped open for only an instant as she felt another object begin to intrude her other hole. Her eyes squeezed shut again as the other mysterious serpent slithered into her backyard.
Kate continued screaming in pleasure and pain as she orgasmed over... and over... and over...
*****
Kate: "Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now you have a cootie shot."
Pete: "Are you sure this works, Kate? I won't get sick?"
Kate: "It'll work! Trust me! Now we can all play tag together!"
Motoko: "Are you two done yet? You've already done that a hundred times."
Kate: "Just making sure it works! Right, Pete?"
Pete: "Um... right."
Motoko: "Yo! Yo! What are you doing up there, Yo? Don't tell me you're scared of cooties, too!"
Yo: "Only little kids believe in that kind of stuff. Oh... Akito and Akira are fighting again."
Motoko: "Again? They do this everytime they meet!"
Kate: "Sensei says they're rivals. That's why they fight all the time."
Motoko: "What are rivals? Yo? Do you know?"
Kana: "Rivals are two people who want to be better than each other."
Kate: "Kana! Yay! You're here! Now we can play. Yo, are you coming down?"
Yo: "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
*****
"[God... please don't let me be late... please don't let me be late...]" Motoko repeated that same phrase over and over again like a mantra. She sped along the moist ground, running past any and all obstacles in her way. The bottom of her barefeet were caked with mud for she never looked where she was going. She was going on a hunch, but that didn't stop her from going back into the woods anyway.
On her way through the woods, she came across a skeleton holding a bow and a quiver with three arrows. There was also a campfire that was slowly dying out from the cold atmosphere of the dark and desolate wind. She immediatley whipped up a torch using a small branch she found lying nearby. It was only a few short seconds of delay, but she was already worried that it made her a few seconds too late.
*****
Kate: Damn... they're really going at it, aren't they?
Motoko: Akira-Sempai! Do your best!
Kana: No cheering for your sempai, stupid retard.
Motoko: Why not? Um... what did you just say?
Kate: You're too goody-goody to fucking swear, aren't you?
Motoko: I'm not! I just don't know how to swear in english.
Kana: Oh yeah? Let's hear some japanese swearing. I know japanese too, so I'll know if you're lying.
Motoko: [Oh screw you, ya fucking whore. In fact, why don't I just cut the bullshit and flip ya off, ass-wipe. There, that's the fucking universal sign fer fuck off!]
Kana: ... Osakan-dialect?
Kate: Damn... even if I don't understand, I know swearing when I hear it.
Sanae: Hey, you three do realize everyone can hear you, right?
Motoko, Kana, Kate: Eeep!
*****
Where the fuck am I? Damn head's pounding... Akito thought to herself as soon as she was conscious. She was too dazed to make out the objects around her. She tried getting up, but found that she was too exhausted to do anything at all. She realized from the coldness against her skin that she was completely nude save for her bandages around her wrists and ankles. The bandages that binded her breasts were torn apart and laid in fragments on the ground.
There was laughing in the background...
What...
Where...
No.
Akito felt a strong hand grab her by the hair and forced her to her feet. Two more hands reached out and grabbed her by the ankles before forcing them apart. A fourth arm wrapped itself around Akito's waist and pressed her back against the furry chest of a one-eyed troll. All four hands belonged to a single troll whom stood around nine feet tall and possessed arms that could rip a normal human being like a rag-doll. Akito was about to be gang-raped by a pack of demonic trolls.
The raven-haired beauty's thoughts went to the fire techniques, but she knew they were useless while she was in her current condition. She tried calling for help, but she could only manage a weak groan. The closest people who could save her were probably already long dead.
Her breasts were roughly handed by the beasts. Since she had them bound for a long period of time, they were incredibly sensitive to even the slightest touch. The troll's handling of her breasts sent overwhelming jolts of pleasure into her brain. Even her mind was too tired to argue with what she was feeling and accepted it just like that. Then came the true horror...
She managed just enough strength to lift her head and look around her. The strongest of the troll pack was gathered for they had first dibs on the 'prize'. The fifteen feet trolls were standing there, amused with the entertainment presented before them. Every single troll had sheaths to hide and protect their cocks, but now they were proudly displayed for all to see. They were wielding an average of 10 inches of beastial meat.
Akito felt the troll behind her begin to enter her rear entrance and he wasn't going in gently. The pyro-user snapped at attention when she realized that she was getting sodomized for the first time by a demon. She could do nothing but experience a mixture of pain and pleasure as the gigantic rod pushed past her anus and into her anal cavity. A hurricane of emotions was swirling through her head and her mind decided to choose the least painful ones. Pleasure... lust... joy... those were the kinds of feelings her mind chose to prevent a complete and total breakdown.
Another cock entered her from the front. One of the stronger trolls who stood at twelve feet tall was to be the first of the pack to sample Akito's womanhood. In the back of Akito's mind, she was glad she already gave her virginity to someone else. In fact, through-out the entire ordeal she was only thinking of the person who took her virginity. Even as the strong smell of animalistic hormones filled the air and even as the trolls violated and debased her body, Akito's mind went to her one true love.
A nine inch cock was forced into the fifteen year old's mouth as another pair of trolls took their turn fucking both holes. The cock was was blue and there were orange veins bulging out. It smelled like it was dipped in dog poo and washed with cat pee. Dispite this, Akito did not gag when it was forced down her throat. More hands... these ones were playing around with her breasts again. It did not just stop there, however. Apparently, foot-fetish did not just exist among humans. Some of the trolls took a liking to Akito's toes and were sucking them into their mouths.
Even so... Akito's mind seeked escape...
Even if her love was not there to save her...
Akito was ready to go to her...
"Akira..." Akito managed to gasp out before she slowly lost consciousness again.
*****
Kate: Say... Motoko? Is Akira a boy or a girl?
Motoko: Of course Akira-Sempai is a boy!
Kate: Oh? Akira looks too pretty to be a boy.
Kana: Akira acts too much like a girl to be a boy. Then again, he or she acts too much like a boy to be a girl.
Kate: Akito acts too much like a boy, but she's a girl.
Akito: What did you say?
Kate: Eep!
Kana: Akito, are you a lesbian?
Kate: Lesbian?
Kana: Ow... why did you hit me, Akito? I only asked a question.
Akito: No, I'm not a lesbian. Where did you get that?
Motoko: What's a lesbian?
Motoko: Um... why are you all looking at me like that?
Kate: A lesbian is a girl who loves another girl. Sempai says it's a natural thing to happen and is as normal as if a girl loves a guy and if a guy loves a girl.
Motoko: Then... that means... it doesn't matter whether Akira-Sempai's a boy or a girl!
Kate: Wait... you like Akira? As in like her like her?
Akito: Her? I thought Akira was a guy.
Motoko: Um... Akira-Sempai only wears the dojo-uniform and takes baths by himself, so no one knows. Sensei felt it was rude to ask so not even he knows.
Akito: This is getting weird. I'm just going to find out myself.
Motoko: If you thought he was a guy a along and you're not a lesbian... then... NO! You can't have Akira-Sempai! He's mine!
Akito: Not interested either way.
Kate: Liar! You two spend way too much time together!
Kana: If Akira's a girl, that makes you a closet lesbian.
Motoko: If Akira-Sempai's really a girl... then... I'll become a lesbian, too!
Akito: You three are weird.
*****
"[Kate... Kana... please be alright...]" Motoko thought to herself as she continued to run through the woods. Her feet were getting sore, but she paid no heed to them. She just kept running along the ground, praying that her two friends were safe. "[Wait... what am I thinking? Bad Moto-chan! Bad! I hafta think bout Pete, Yo, Akito, and everyone else takin' this test as well! So... everyone... please be alright...]"
Her barefeet pounded away against the dirt floor as the trees went by her at a rapid pace. She met three trolls along the way, but they were easy to dodge and avoid. The injuries she sustained last week had healed to the point where she hardly noticed them anymore. Apparently, most of the damage was psychological for it became relatively easy to ignore the pain and think about her friends.
There were... human footprints. Two of them... belonging to a couple of teens her age. From the shape of the prints, one was male while the other was female. The female prints appeared fresher, so it was likely that the owner of those prints was following the prints belonging to the male. However, as soon as she reached a cliff, the trails ended.
"[Fuck!]" Motoko cursed when the trail ended. She looked around the cliff, then noticed a series of other footprints. That meant... there was a struggle of some sort. Something caused the owner of the female prints to run around and fight some invisible enemy. No... not invisible. There were marks along the ground indicating something vine-like slithering along the ground. There was a shinken on the ground, but no sane person would leave a weapon like that behind. All the footprints were also pointing to direction. Fingerprints also indicated that the female victim was dragged along the ground and towards... the TREE!
As soon as she figured it all out, a vine came down upon her head like an executioner's axe. She immediately dashed away from the vine and off to the side. She clenched her torch like a sword and cursed her lack of a real one. Her bow and arrows were on her back, but they couldn't really do anything to a tree demon, right? In fact, she wasn't sure how much damage she could do even if she had a real sword.
Her thoughts went to the shinken on the ground, but it was too close to the tree demon. If she went in too close, she could very well end up with the same fate as the owner of the female footprints. Instead, she backed off as much as she could while staying within the vicinity of the cliff. She continued moving backwards and dodging the vines until they could no longer reach her.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she sank deeper and deeper into the world called battle. Her breathes became faster and her heart pounded louder. Sweat poured down her face as they glistened in the sun. She was too distracted at the moment to even be disgusted by the smell of a thousand rotting corpses.
"[Looks like the vines can't reach me he- shit!]" Motoko immediately dashed backwards when she realized the vine's reach was longer than the tree had her believe. This time, she just continued dashing backwards until she was near the trees again. She could turn around and run, but that meant leaving behind two people who might possibly still be alive.
The tree demon was taunting her. The demon monkey taunted her. All the demons on the island were taunting her. They didn't think of the newly introduced humans as a threat. They didn't even think of them as food. Humans were entertainment in the eyes of the demons. Humans were only pathetically weak creatures who squirmed and screamed when the demons wanted them to.
"[Damn you all...]" Motoko growled as she wielded the bow she found. Her left hand clutched the middle of the bow as she planted the torch in her right hand into the ground. She took an arrow and nocked it into the string. She fired.
The arrow slithered through the air as it went straight past all the vines. The tree demon was not fast enough to catch the arrow and took it in the middle. Nothing... the tree demon did not appear phased by the arrow at all.
Motoko fired again, but she got the same result. Her eyes narrowed into frustrated slits of anger. They went towards the torch she planted on the ground. Her eyes suddenly widened with excitement.
The young sword-girl turned her attention back on the demon tree. She grabbed her tube top (or rather what was left of her gi) and ripped it off of her small and lithe body. Her small budding breasts were suddenly exposed to the air causing her nipples to harden and erect. She knelt down and proceeded to tie the fragments of clothing onto the tip of her remaining arrow. Once she was done, she lit the tip of the arrow with her torch and nocked it to her bowstring.
She aimed...
She fired...
She amazed herself...
It was like watching a dam burst. At first there was only the small ember from the arrow. Then the ember grew and spread along the tree trunk. Soon, the entire tree demon was engulfed by an even stronger demon named fire. The flames slowly, but surely claimed the tree's life. Now it looked like a Christmas tree. A Christmas tree from hell...
Motoko snapped out of her trance and ran forth towards the shinken on the ground. She snatched the blade and sheath up and sheathed the shinken at once. With her left hand clutching the sheath and her right hand on the hilt, she ran towards the flaming demon tree.
A flash of lightning could kill a tree...
Motoko's battou-jutsu wasn't that far off.
*****
"Strange..." Kana stopped walking and simply stood there in the middle of the woods. She wasn't sure why she stopped until she noticed something on the ground. Then she noticed something else that was out of place. "Strange... I'm crying and I don't know why... strange..."
*****
Kate: Circle, circle, dot, dot. Now everything will be alright.
Motoko: Why are you giving me a cootie shot? I'm not a boy.
Kate: Boys have cooties too, you know. Now that you have a shot, you don't have to worry about catching anything from Akira.
Motoko: Akira doesn't have cooties!
Kana: There are no such things as cooties.
Motoko: There are no such things as cooties!
Kate: Whatever... you'll thank me later.
*****
"[Kate... please... don't die...]"
The smell of a thousand rotting corpses was gone. All that was left was a pile of dusty old bones, a burnt down tree on a cliff, and two girls.
"[Kate...] please don't die..." Motoko sobbed as she held Kate in her arms. Both of them looked like what they should look like after going through a war. They were bruised, battered, and exhausted.
"Pete... is that you... why did... you wake me..." Kate gasped as she looked towards Motoko.
"Kate, it's me, Moto-" Motoko began to gain hope, but she was cut off.
"Circle... circle... dot... dot..." Kate managed to say. Her finger wobbled as she lifted it to Motoko's foreheard and drew the invisible circles and dots. Once she was done, she dropped her finger and smiled. "Now... every... thing... will be... alright. Please... ju... kiss... please..."
"Kate, it's me! Motoko! I... you... please don't die," Motoko begged as she held Kate against her body. She wasn't sure what to do... except... "I... can't do... anything... for you. Can't... anything... except for this."
She kissed her.
Then there were more sobs.
*****
"Sanae-Sempai, why are you crying?" Jin questioned his sempai as soon as he noticed that tears were staining the dojo's floor.
"Just... got some sand... in my eyes..." Sanae turned away from her kohai and left the dojo.
*****
Hours passed...
Motoko wanted to stay with Kate a while longer...
She could not and she knew it...
*****
Kate: Did you hear? Did you hear? Akira and Akito just confessed their love for each other.
Motoko: It won't last.
Kate: Aw... feeling jealous?
Motoko: Leave me alone!
Kate: It's strange... we're only obligated to see each other bi-annually. Yet... we always seem to hang out every weekend.
Motoko: Is that so strange? Our dojos are only a subway trip away from each other. Wait... what does that have to do with anything?
Kate: Nothing... nothing at all. Just that... isn't Akito's dojo far away? I guess we should've seen it coming. She's been hanging out with us every weekend even though she has to take a longer trip.
Motoko: So what? I bet she just doesn't have any friends where she lives.
*****
Akito remembered what her life was like before she came to the island. She was an outcast among her peers ever since the start of elementary school. It was because she disagreed with what everyone else thought almost every time a hot topic was introduced. Her parents were killed in a car crash when she was five years old. She lived with her grandparents ever since. When she was seven, her grandmother taught her how to use a sword and her grandfather taught her how to use her fists.
It was because she had no parents that the other kids initially picked on her. It was after she nearly beat a classmate to death that things got worse for her. The other children simply avoided her and treated her like some sort of monster. Akito blamed this entirely on her grandparents for the next few years. She then blamed herself for her grandfather's death, which occured when she was thirteen. She was certain that her grandmother also blamed her.
Nobody except Akira... but Akira was dead.
Even if she were to die here, Akito was certain that nobody would miss her. Nobody would care...
It was getting cold...
"Akito... Akito..."
Akito looked up and at first she thought she was looking at Akira. She corrected herself. It was not Akira... but why...
"No... not again... not you too..."
Why... why was she...
Why is she crying for me, Akito thought to herself as she looked up at Motoko's face. Streams of tears were rolling down the fourteen year old's reddened face. The skin under her eyes were puffed up and sore from all the crying.
I'm glad...
Circle, circle, dot, dot... now everything will be alright.
Everything will be alright...
All around the two girls were the unmoving figures of the one-eyed trolls. They were all dead... yes, even the fifteen feet tall giants. They were all slaughtered by a single girl wielding a shinken.
*****
There was an old woman who lived in Okinawa. She lived in a cottage near the beach. She was a widow and her only child was dead. Her only child... and now she was worried about her only grandchild.
"Akito... please come back..." The old woman whispered.
*****
Three months passed like the wind against the sand.
It was time to see if all was in vain.
"Where is the ultimate weapon?" Motoko's sensei asked.
"It's..." Motoko lowered her eyes at the question. She had grown in the past three months. Her hair was much longer and reached all the way to the small of her back. She looked less fragile and her skin was slightly tanner. She stood as tall as Sanae and her breasts had also developed as well. Simply put, she was hot after one month of hell. She was smoking hot once the demons learned to fear her.
"Well?" The sensei was waited patiently with his arms crossed.
"It's right here," Motoko replied. She jerked a thumb towards her forehead and repeated, "The ultimate weapon is right here."
"Congratulations, Motoko. You passed."