Chapter 19: Fumiko Begins to Learn What She’s For

“Come with me, Fumiko.” Johan’s not asking her. “Let’s clean you up.” He smiles. “You need to start learning to clean yourself up between men.”

Fumiko looks up at him, not really understanding the implications of what he’s saying. Of course she doesn’t understand. Her brain is cotton candy. She sits up slowly, wincing a little, looking down at the juncture of her thighs. The cum she sees oozing thickly out of her sex is no longer a surprise. Not now. Johan eases her to the edge of the bed, so that her feet dangle and she’s sitting on the edge.

“Let me get you a drink,” he says. “You need to rehydrate.”

Her body sheens wetly with sweat, even her hair is wet. She takes the drug and vodka laced drink Johan offers her and drains it, then accepts another and drinks that too.

“Thank you, Mr. Johan-san” she says gratefully.

I’m sure she wouldn’t be grateful if she knew she’d just drunk two more heavily drug-and-vodka-laced drinks and she’s drained them both.Then again, perhaps she should be grateful, because without those drinks, she’d still have been broken in, but she wouldn’t have enjoyed it the way she has. There’s something to be said for the modern pharmaceutical industry I guess, although rape-facilitation drugs probably aren’t something they want to sell themselves on.

“There’s so much,” she says wonderingly, looking down at her sex, oozing a slow trickle of cum to join the little puddle that’s pooling there, beneath her, before soaking into the sheet.

Johan chuckles and takes both her hands in his. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, helping her to her feet, letting her stand for a moment, supporting her, pink-tinged cum oozing slowly from her red-stained pussy, wet and trickling down her inner thighs. After a moment, he leads her slowly across the room towards the bathroom.

The background in the movie changes. They’re in the bathroom now, Johan is adjusting the shower and then guiding her in to join him there.

“Here, I’ll show you how to use the bidet,” he says, smiling.

She’s embarrassed, then surprised and embarrassed as he shows her how to clean herself after sex, but she learns quickly. Maybe she’ll even remember.

In the shower with Johan, the water streams down over their naked bodies, flowing over their skin. Flowing over her slender olive-tanned perfection as he washes the sweat from her body. He turns her so that her back is to him and he washes her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp, her neck, her narrow shoulders. He turns her to face him, the water flowing over her small breasts and flat stomach as he sinks to his knees before her and gently washes her no longer virgin little pussy, her thighs, her legs, her butt, soaping her, rinsing her, cleaning the residue of their sex from her skin and from inside her. She accepts his hands on her, she accepts his washing her as she has accepted everything else that’s happened to her.

“Do you enjoy me washing you, Fumiko-chan?” Johan asks, soaping those pert little breasts. A girl’s breasts, taut and firm. Her nipples are still engorged, swollen, rubbery-hard, and Johan enjoys tugging at them gently. Fumiko gasps, her eyes suddenly gaining focus as she looks down. She looks down, and then she gazes up at Johan almost as if she’s wondering what’s happening.

Johan smiles down at her, his hands lathering soap over her now cleansed body.

“You can wash me now, Fumiko-chan,” he says.

She obeys, soaping his chest, his arms, his shoulders and back. She kneels without Johan saying a word, washing his butt and the backs of his legs. He turns and she washes his legs, between his legs, and then her eyes look with interest as she soaps and washes his cock, his testicles. She’s fascinated by his foreskin, she giggles as she follows his instructions and draws it back, and her hand washes him carefully.

“It’s getting hard again,” she says, fascinated, holding it with one hand and stroking it with the other as the water sprays down over them.

Johan chuckles. “Do you remember why a man’s cock gets hard, Fumiko-chan?”

Fumiko glances up. “A man’s cock gets hard when he is aroused by a woman,” she says. She giggles. “Or a girl.”

She eyes his cock. It’s definitely bigger, engorging, almost hard. She works her hand busily on him. She’s definitely watched her father’s porn movies. “Do you want to do it again, Mr. Johan-san?” She glances up again. I guess she’s forgotten all about going swimming. “I would like to do sex again, Mr. Johan-san.”

Johan smiles down at her, tilts her pretty little face up with one finger under her chin. “Well, when you’re in a shower with a man, Fumiko,” Johan says. “And you’re washing your cock and he’s getting hard so he can fuck you again, you can give him oral sex until he’s good and hard. Men like that.”

“Yes, Mr. Johan-san,” Fumiko says.

“What are you waiting for then, Fumiko-chan?” Johan says gently, smiling. “Suck my cock until I’m hard again.”

He smiles as Fumiko Suematsu doesn’t hesitate. His cock’s been in her mouth before. JUst like that, she takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking and swirling her tongue around him. Johan’s fingers thread themselves through her hair as he hardens rapidly, filling her mouth as her head begins to bob slowly. Funiko remembers something she watched on one of her father’s video clips, and she slides her mouth off his cock, cups his balls in one hand, holds them up and licks them, his cock sliding wetly across her face as she coats his balls with her saliva, or, well, she would if the water didn’t wash his cock clean again immediately.

Johan’s hard again, his cock looks like a steel bar and I’m sure he’s hard enough to fuck Fumiko again. I almost wish I was there, with them, for him to fuck instead. Or maybe I wish it was me in the shower with Fumiko, and she was kneeling for me, licking my sex.

Johan groans with pleasure as he watches Fumiko, and then he reaches down, takes her hands, lifts her to his feet and ow he sinks to his knees himself, that sits back to lower his face the level of Fumiko Suematsu’s sex. Fumiko leans back against the shower wall as Johan’s mouth latches onto her sex, his hands gripping her hips. Fumiko’s hands rest on his head, accepting what he’s doing to her. She’s moaning softly as his mouth and tongue work her hyper-sensitive pussy over, and she moans again as he stands a little later, his cock rigid, pressing between those slender thighs, pushing upwards against the entrance to her sex as his mouth seals to hers, kissing her under the flowing water as her hands clutch at him.

Johan’s hands grip her butt, lifting her easily. For him, her one hundred and ten pounds is nothing. She’s a tiny Japanese doll, less than half his weight.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” His voice instructs her. He presses her back against the shower wall as she obeys, supporting her weight easily with one hand under her butt while his other hand grips his cock and guides it to her still distended pussy lips.

There’s no more preliminaries.

Fumiko has to understand what she’s for.

Part of her training is making sure she accepts that.

There’s no soft words. There’s no gentle coaxing. There’s no teasing to ensure she’s excited and ready. Not this time. Johan has fucked her gently, twice now. He’s brought her to half a dozen climaxes. Fumiko Suematsu is no longer a virgin. She may be inexperienced but she knows what it is to be taken by a man, Johan takes her with no preliminaries.

“Take my cock, Fumiko-baby!” He grunts loudly as he drives himself up into her sex, filling her in a single stroke with his thickly thrusting length. He takes her the way he’d take one of those other young whores he pimps out, because that’s what Fumiko will soon be. One of his teenage whores who’ll get used to being taken like this. She just doesn’t know it yet. She will, but not yet. Not now. All she knows now is that Johan’s cock has suddenly filled her sex with its rigid male length, impaling her in one long thrust that only stops when all of him is hilted inside her.

“Uhhhhhh.” Her gasp as Johan takes her is clearly audible. That surprise and that pained excitement on her face is exquisitely expressed. She’s one of those girls whose every emotion can be read on their face.

Surprise. Sudden shock. Helpless surrender. His cock’s inside her. There’s that realization that she’s fucked. A man’s cock. Inside her sex. Thrusting into her. Filling her where, before this afternoon, she’s never been filled. Her sex clasps him inside. She can feel him there, an enormous presence within her body. She knows what it is. She understands what’s happening to her. She understands she’s being fucked. By a man. She’s been fucked before. Twice before, and her face says that she’s accepting being fucked again.

That cocktail of drugs and alcohol has done its work.

Her inhibitions have gone. Her body is alive with sensations, hypersensitive, inflamed with desire, every touch feeds that heat within her, feeds that need that’s now unrestrained by any inhibitions. His cock thrusting abruptly up inside her, driving into her sex, filling her with his rigid thickness brings that liquid heat again, a liquid heat, a need and an excitement that is her body’s response to that taking. She remembers the ecstasy of those climaxes, the pleasure is taking brought her, she feels that pleasure once more, and she makes no objection as Johan takes her now in the way that he’d take a woman.

Back at her high school right now, as Fumiko Surmatsu is being filmed having sex with Johan, her classmates are studying. A day earlier, at this exact same time, Fumiko Suematsu had been diligently studying with them, a typically studious fourteen year old Japanese schoolgirl, completely unaware that twenty fours hours later she’d be naked, in a stranger’s apartment, being fucked. Now? Now, while her classmates study and her parents are being called, she’s being fucked yet again.

Her parents have not yet been contacted. The police have not yet been called. It’ll be ten hours more before Greg calls me in, and Fumiko Suematsu is already being fucked for the third time. I know this is how it happens. When a girl disappears the way Fumiko Suematsu has disappeared, chances are she’s been raped half a dozen times before the police are even contacted, and that’s what happened to Fumiko Suematsu. What I’m watching is unusual though, because unlike most of the girls, and before I watch this, I’d have said all of the girls, Fumiko Suematsu is enjoying being raped.

She doesn’t even think about it as being raped. That drug-laced cocktail that Johan has given her glass after glass of has fucked with her mind, eliminated her inhibitions, turned her thought processes to a cotton candy haze of sensations and acceptance. She knows she’s having sex. She’s enjoying having sex, there’s not the slightest hint of resistance, and Fumiko’s face says that the sensations Johan is generating within her body as he holds himself inside her are indescribable.

Never before imagined. Irresistible. Welcome even.

Inside her, that first lancing thrust completed, buried to his balls in her tight teenage pussy, Johan holds himself still, savoring that hot wet tightness that’s gripping him so tightly. Savoring the pleasure of that tight taut body pressed against him, her not quite virgin sex spasming on his cock because she’s not quite new to sex, not after the last hour, but her tight little cunt is still the tight little cunt of a fourteen year old Japanese schoolgirl. Her cunt has been fucked, but it hasn’t adapted to being fucked and she clasps him the way almost all those tight little teenage whores clasp him, like a hot wet vice.

“You know what you’re for now, don’t you, Fumiko-chan?” he grunts, holding himself still inside her, luxuriating in that slippery-hot tightness clasping his length. She can take all of him, all the way up inside her, she’s stretched, she’s tight, but his cock is sheathed within her, massaging him, squeezing him as her muscles contract and she groans in his arms.

“Tell me what you’re for, Fumiko-chan.” His free hand, the hand that guided his cock to her sex, it’s free now, and he tilts her face up, looking into her eyes.

“Tell me what you’re for, Fumiko-chan,” he says again. He’s not asking now, he’s demanding an answer.

“What ... what am I for, Mr. Johan-san?” Fumiko moans, her arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as his shaft impales her. “Tell me what I’m for.”

Her face says she knows, but she wants him to tell her. She wants a man to dominate her and make her say what she would otherwise be too embarrassed to say. Her inhibitions are gone, but not completely, and she doesn’t yet know enough to say what he wants her to say.

“Fucking, Fumiko-chan,” Johan says, moving slowly inside her. “You’re for men to fuck.”

“Uhhhh,” Fumiko huffs. Her face says she can feel that movement inside her.

“Now, tell me what you’re for, Fumiko-chan,” Johan says slowly.

“Fucking,” Fumiko moans. “I’m for men to fuck.”

Johan smiles. “I’m glad we’re agreed on that, Fumiko-chan,” he says. “What do you think’s going to happen now?”

“You’re going to fuck me,” Fumiko moans. It’s a statement, not a question. Fumiko Suematsu already knows what Johan wants. She’s learned that much.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Johan agrees, and he does. He moves, he thrusts, he begins to fuck her.

“Ohhh ... ohhhh ... ohhhh.” Fumiko Suematsu clings to him as he thrusts his cock into her again and again, and now it’s not those gentle thrusts, those long slow slides that she’d surrendered herself too and enjoyed on that bed. Now he’s thrusting hard, jolting her body, using her the way that he’d use a girl with more experience. Using her the way he’d use one of those other little teenage whores that slave for him, and I know this is part of Fumiko’s Suematsu’s training too.

One of her very first lessons.

She’s learning that men enjoy her body.

She’s learning that she’s made to be used for sex.

She’s learning that she has no choice about how she’s used.

She’s learning that she’s there to be taken whenever a man wants her.

Fumiko Suematsu is learning something else too. She’s learning that she enjoys being used by a man, at least for now. She’s starting to learn that she can take it the way it’s given to her and she’s getting an accelerated education. Johan’s fast tracking her. Most girls learn about sex slowly. They’re seduced, they learn that their bodies excite their boyfriends, they lose their virginity and sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s not. They learn to enjoy sex slowly. Bit by bit they learn what men want, and what they themselves want. Sometimes they even get what they want. Often, it’s a hit and miss learning curve and what they learn is by accident.

Fumiko Suematsu Isn’t getting any of that. Her education is being fast-tracked. Her education is tightly focused. Her first lesson has bypassed romance and seduction and is teaching her that she’s there to be fucked. She’s there to take a man’s cock. She’s there for men to enjoy, although so far it’s only one man. While her classmates back at her school are learning academically, Fumiko Suematsu is receiving a hands-on-education that none of her classmates could every imagine.

“Uhhhh ... hhhuuhhh ... hhhunnhhh...” Fumiko Suematsu is enjoying her education.

“Oh yeah, what a tight little cunt, Fumiko-chan.” Johan’s enjoying educating her.

“Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhhh.” Fumiko Suematsu is discovering that her body is made for men to use, to fuck however they want. She has no choices to make here. Her only role from now on is to give every man who takes her what he wants from her. The use of her body. Johan’s training her now without any words. Learn by doing.

Fumiko Suematsu is learning fast.

Johan thrusts himself into her tight teenage pussy again and again, his mouth finding hers, kissing her hard, kissing her in a way that she’s never imagined being kissed. In her dreams, those first kisses have been gentle, romantic, they’ve been expressions of love. These kisses, the kisses she’s experiencing with Johan now, they’re harsh, they’re demanding, his tongue taking possession of her mouth as his cock is taking possession of her pussy.

Using her mouth. Using her sex. Using her body. For his pleasure.

Johan grinds himself against her, hands under her butt, holding her up easily as he takes her, spreading those long slender legs wide, forcing them wider as he thrusts deep and hard, again and again, her sensitive pussy lips stretched around his girth, her entrance stretched around his cock as he thrusts himself into her tight little fourteen year old pussy, the water streaming over their bodies, smiling now as she helplessly climaxes for him, then grunting as he reaches his own culmination, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he ejaculates inside her, flooding her with his released semen yet again, pulsing spurts of heat within her body, holding her as she recovers, sobbing for breath, hanging limp in his arms, glowing.

He continues to hold her there easily, enjoying those shudders and convulsive little jerks of her body, the sudden spasms of her pussy on his cock as she hangs helplessly in his arms, gasping and sobbing through that aftermath.

“You like being fucked, don’t you, Fumiko-chan?” Johan grunts.

“Yes,” Fumiko gasps. “Yes, Mr. Johan-san.”

“I like being fucked.”

“Guess its time for you to get me hard so I can fuck you again,” Johan grunts, easing her off him, lowering her to her feet, supporting her as she staggers on legs that are still weak in that aftermath of that second climax.

“How are you going to get me hard again, Fumiko-chan?”

Fumiko looks down at his cock, and she vaguely remembers that he told her to suck him hard. She sinks to her knees, takes him in her hand and then in her mouth, tasting his cum, tasting her sex on his cock, swallowing, sucking, licking, all without thought, and she is rewarded by his cock slowly engorging in her mouth until he’s hard. It doesn’t take long. She’s hot and he can’t wait to fuck her again. He reaches down and takes Fumiko’s hands, lifting her to her feet and turning her to face the glass wall of the shower, so that she’s looking straight into the hidden camera.