The Manga Girl (29 page)

Chapter Forty-Two

     
Nick felt the ground spinning away from underneath him. Intellectually, he didn’t believe that she had had sex with Jason, and that this was just a part of Johnny Ho’s plan to undermine their love for each other. And yet, of all people, she had to say it was Jason. If she had said Sid or Andy, he would have dismissed it. But that night he had stormed out of the club, and the anguished night he had spent alone. . . was it just possible that he had made a total fool of himself by coming here?

     
“See, Nick?” Johnny Ho said. “Isn’t love an ephemeral thing? I don’t think Lucy really knows what love is. First me, then you, then Jason, and back to me. . . I think she’s getting it mixed up with sex. You like sex, don’t you, Lucy?”

     
“Yes, Johnny.”

     
“Then show me how much.”

     
Lucy glanced at Satoru, but nobody offered her a prompt. She was going to have to improvise, and hope that she got it right. Her fingers found the button on her waistband and she let her skirt slip to the floor. Now naked except for the bells, socks and shoes, Lucy waited for a clue. When Johnny Ho remained silent, she parted her thighs and reached down between her legs with her right hand. The men watched with salacious interest as her fingers began rubbing against her outer lips. She looked up at the ceiling as she worked on herself and, Nick observed, it didn’t take long before she started juicing up.

     
“You
are
a dirty little slut,” Johnny Ho said, draining his glass. “Would you like to suck my dick?”

     
Still masturbating, and now looking a little flushed, Lucy said, “Yes please, Johnny.”

     
“Then beg,” Johnny Ho said cruelly. “You know how to beg, don’t you, Lucy?”

     
Now Lucy’s face turned crimson from embarrassment as she dropped onto her hands and knees. Her head lowered, she crawled the short distance to Johnny Ho’s feet and then stopped.

     
“Kiss my feet,” Johnny Ho said throatily.

     
Her fake pink hair hanging down over her face, Lucy touched her lips to the leather uppers of Johnny Ho’s shoes.

     
“What do you have to say?” he asked.

     
“Please may I suck your cock, Johnny?”

     
“Why?”

     
There was a pause and then Lucy’s voice drifted up, “Because I am a whore, a dirty whore.”

     
“Then come on, whore. Let’s see how good you are.”

     
Distraught, Nick watched as Lucy rose up onto her knees and tugged down Johnny Ho’s zipper. His mind was reeling with a multitude of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He couldn’t bear to watch and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had assumed that he would be somehow involved in tonight’s depravities, but instead, Johnny Ho was underlining his total domination of Lucy in front of him. He recalled how Lucy had once told him she had crawled to Johnny Ho and asked him if he loved her. He thought that was all behind her, but had she now regressed?

     
He gazed at the splendidly curved shape of her as she freed Johnny Ho’s member and took it into her mouth and then slowly bobbed her head up and down, her satiny lips stretched around his shaft.

     
Satoru barked a command, and Yuriko, who had been watching silently, now dropped to her knees and crawled over to Ken Yamaguchi. Very quickly, she had his penis in her mouth and the two girls worked hungrily side-by-side. The only sounds were the slurping and gulping that the two once-independent girls were making. Nick watched with disgusted fascination when Johnny Ho finally came, Lucy’s throat muscles convulsing as - the final indignity - she took his seed down into her stomach.

     
Nick was suddenly overcome by the feeling that this whole thing was way too much for him. He was just a regular guy, who had been living a simple life before Lucy came along. He suddenly felt incredibly weary and he realized he was no match for these people. Watching his girl - or at least he had
thought
she was - freely submitting to this alpha male, all of the fight seemed to drain out of him. Maybe, he thought, it was time to let Lucy go.

     
Under a cloud of gloom, he watched the two girls resume their place in front of the fireplace. They both wore blank expressions as if they were mechanical dummies. Now Nick noticed that Satoru had a curious looking device in his hand - a large plastic penis, attached to a leather harness. While Lucy once again went down on all fours, Satoru had Yuriko step into the harness, which he then pulled over her hips and tightened up. For Nick, the result was again, both ludicrous and erotic. The tiny girl now had a ten-inch erect cock jutting out from her pubis.

     
Lucy braced herself on her elbows, as Yuriko dropped to her knees and slowly penetrated her vagina. The men stared with interest as the dildo disappeared steadily inside Lucy’s body. Despite the ravishments that Lucy had endured over the past few days, Nick knew from experience that her vaginal passage would struggle to accommodate such a huge plastic penis. With at least two inches still visible, Lucy let out an unfeminine grunt and threw her head back. Yuriko, with her body stocking, heels and make-up, looked every bit the dominatrix as she slowly withdrew the strap-on until only the tip remained between Lucy’s petals.

     
If Nick thought his role this evening was merely that of a spectator, he was now mistaken. Satoru beckoned him over and motioned for him to drop his shorts. Oddly, Nick was suddenly embarrassed to be standing so naked and erect in front of his antagonists. He was then positioned behind Yuriko and left in no doubt what he was supposed to do next. In spite of his recent ambivalent feelings about Lucy, Nick was still ashamed of his body’s reaction to the sight of Yuriko’s neat little posterior. Only the previous night he had fucked her doggy-style twice, and the thought of her tight little pussy caused the already engorged head of his penis to swell even further.

     
Nick placed his hand in the center of Yuriko’s back and pushed her down so that her small breasts were crushed against Lucy. The mesh of the body stocking was wide enough that he only had to pull the strands apart and Yuriko’s tightly closed slit was ready to be penetrated. He ran his finger over her outer labia and found that she was dry. On impulse, he dropped onto his hands and knees and pushed his face between her buttocks. With his nose flush against her minute asshole, Nick pushed his tongue between her labia and parted them. Deftly, he flicked at her intimate parts, feeling them moisten as his saliva mingled with her own feminine dew. When she was good and wet, he reared up and slipped his manhood into her. Yuriko gave a little gasp of surprise as Nick buried himself up to the hilt, and in turn, she was forced to deliver the full length of the plastic cock inside Lucy. Soon both girls were groaning with carnal pleasure as Nick’s pumping hips dictated the pace of their lovemaking. After a few minutes, Lucy collapsed under their combined weight, her head and forearms resting on the floor. Once again Yuriko’s vaginal walls clasped at Nick’s girth, and she brought him to a climax, his viscous semen erupting into her depths.

     
It
had
been a long and sleepless night, and now Nick, totally exhausted, was unsure how long he would be able to hang onto the rope. Opposite him, Lucy too, was struggling to keep her eyes open, but the nagging ache in her elongated nipples kept jerking her back to wakefulness. She had been stripped naked again, and her wrists were cuffed painfully together between her shoulder blades.

     
Satoru had brought them down to the dungeon after the previous night’s ‘entertainment’ had been concluded. Nick wasn’t sure, but he figured they had been standing there for at least four hours, and in that time, with nothing else to do, his fatigued brain had relentlessly flashed up images of the proceedings. In no particular order, he saw Lucy masturbating with a cucumber, engaging in a sixty-nine with Yuriko, squealing in pain, as Ken Yamaguchi stubbed a cigarette out on her buttocks, and - the oddest of all - attempting to draw a manga girl whilst squatting over a piece of paper with a magic marker inserted into her vagina. The physical abuse had been supplemented by a continual discourse from Johnny Ho, ridiculing her behavior and reinforcing her worthlessness. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, the sick and twisted ‘party’ had broken up and they were once again left to the sadistic whims of Satoru.

     
Yuriko - who was considered to be totally broken in, and therefore free to move about the cabin - was left upstairs to clean the dishes, while Satoru set about planning their overnight torment. The device he had rigged up was simple but highly effective - a strong nylon rope was looped over two pulleys suspended from the ceiling. In the middle, between the pulleys, a heavy cylindrical weight was attached to the rope. At one end, the rope divided into two pieces with each end connected by a clamp to Lucy’s nipples. Satoru then pulled the rope tight until Lucy’s breasts were pulled into cones stretched towards the ceiling. At the other end, Satoru tied the rope around Nick’s wrists. The length and tension in the whole system was such that if Nick kept his arms level, the weight would remain at the same height. If he allowed the weight to pull his wrists up, it would drop and pull upwards on Lucy’s already distended nipples. Leaving them facing each other, Satoru then went to bed.

     
It was the first time they had been left alone, and at first Nick had seen it as a golden opportunity to talk with Lucy. He quickly realized however, that she had changed significantly during her incarceration. As he had suspected that afternoon, something had snapped inside her and she had withdrawn into herself. Connected together by the rope, there was nowhere else to look but at each other, however Lucy merely focused her gaze at some point above his head.

     
When he had heard Satoru close the trapdoor above them, Nick had tried unsuccessfully to initiate some kind of communication but had eventually given up and decided to focus upon keeping his arms level. Even letting the weight drop an inch would tug Lucy upwards, forcing her up onto her toes in order to alleviate the pain in her distended nipples.

     
As the hours had ticked by, Nick had concentrated with all his might. If he pulled his elbows back against his torso, he could relieve much of the discomfort but the margin of error was so small that he kept slipping. Each time, Lucy would wince and gasp and Nick would apologize without getting a response. It was a heart wrenching feeling to finally be alone with his beloved Lucy, only to find that she didn’t even seem to acknowledge his existence.

     
 
As the time went slowly by, Nick found himself simply gazing at her. Even with her breasts so grotesquely stretched, and her body covered in welts and bruises, to him, she was still a picture of exquisite beauty. He had no way of knowing if Johnny Ho had succeeded in his mission to make him hate her, or whether she was simply catatonic, but he knew in his heart that he would always love her, no matter what.

     
He thought back to the seeds of doubt that Johnny Ho had tried to plant in his head, and shook them away. She was going through hell because she wanted to protect him, and he was here because he wanted to rescue her. The only thing he could allow himself to think about was how to extricate themselves from this nightmare.

     
“Lucy,” he said. “Once upon a time, you asked me to promise that I would never leave you. Do you remember that? Well, I did promise, and I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere, because I love you.”

     
He watched her face, not expecting a reply, but as he looked, her eyes seemed to come back into focus, and she lowered her gaze to meet his. Nick smiled and he thought he detected a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth.

     
He was just about to speak again, when the trapdoor opened and Satoru came down. He gave Nick a cursory glance and then went to check on Lucy. He gave one of her stretched nipples a flick and she winced. Satoru waved his hand in front of her face, but she continued to look straight ahead. He grunted and removed the clips from her nipples and she rocked back on her heels with a sigh of relief. As the weight slammed onto the floor, Nick’s arms were jerked up above his head.

     
Lucy wobbled on shaky legs. After a full day of physical torment, she had been forced to stand in pain all night and she looked ready to collapse. Satoru spoke to her, but she didn’t respond. He said it again, louder this time, and when she remained silent, he slapped her hard across the cheek. Lucy’s head snapped around and she teetered backwards, but Satoru gripped her roughly by the shoulders and shook her hard.

     
It was then, quite without warning that Lucy spat in his face. While Nick was still trying to process what she had just done, Lucy brought her knee up hard between Satoru’s legs. The old sadist managed to move back quickly enough to avoid a direct hit, but he still wheezed in pain. Doubled over, he lashed out furiously, his fingers scraping Lucy’s throat. Lucy danced backwards and tried to find a way past him but Satoru, his face twisted with rage, caught her by the elbow and then grabbed a fistful of her hair.

     
Dragging her over to the hanging frame, he twisted her arms up behind her and, despite her desperate struggles, managed to maneuver her cuffed wrists into one of the dangling manacles. Then he pressed a button on the control panel and Lucy was quickly winched several inches off the ground. Her arms were nearly wrenched from her sockets and she thrashed her legs and screamed like a banshee.

     
Nick realized to his horror that the rules of engagement had suddenly and dramatically changed. Satoru, his eyes glazed over, seemed to have totally lost it, and Lucy, writhing and screaming, had also clearly reached her tipping point. Satoru went over to the cabinet and returned with a clear plastic bag which he placed over Lucy’s head, stifling her cries.

     
“Stop!” Nick yelled. “You’ll suffocate her!”

     
Oblivious to Nick’s presence, Satoru picked up his beloved steel rod and brought it down hard across Lucy’s thighs. She screamed through the plastic, which was now starting to cloud up, and her legs jerked out straight behind her.

     
At that moment, only one thought existed in Nick’s head -
he’s going to kill her!

     
Satoru raised the rod and struck Lucy again, this time across the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Lucy flailed around helplessly as another nasty-looking welt materialized on her body. Her open mouth gasped breathlessly against the choking bag and her bare toes scrabbled desperately for the floor.

     
Satoru was so intent upon severely wounding the defenseless, naked girl, that he didn’t see Nick pulling on the nylon rope until the lead weight was high enough to grip between his knees. He transferred it to his bound hands and circled around behind the Japanese torturer who was just about to administer another agonizing blow. Before he could, Nick lifted the weight high above his head and brought it crashing down onto Satoru’s crown.

     
The rod dropped from Satoru’s fingers, his knees buckled, and he fell face forward onto the ground. As a pool of blood began to spread around Satoru’s head, Nick pressed the release button, and Lucy dropped limply to the floor. He sat beside her and plucked at the edge of the bag, tearing it away from her head.

     
Lucy gulped in a huge lungful of air and Nick put his arm around her trembling shoulders. She looked up at him with wide, wet eyes and Nick kissed her gently on top of her head.