Another video/short story combination:
Momiji gasped as her back slammed into the courtyard wall. The blow stunned her for a second, but wasn’t particularly painful. That’s what what the subsequent strikes were for. A vicious punch to the shrine maiden’s stomach, a quick boot to her throat, and a pair of rapid kicks that landed on her ample breasts all followed, and by the end of the assault the kunoichi collapsed at the Fiend hunter’s feet.
Momiji had sparred with Rachel before, had known that the demon blood that coursed through the blonde woman’s veins made her far more powerful than any ordinary human, but could never have guessed the brutality she would be capable of if she ever lost control. Now the battered state of her own body gave Momiji first-hand knowledge.
Unable to stand and fight, the shrine maiden instead pathetically tried to crawl away, trying to reason with the woman she once considered a friend. But her attempt to flee and her pleas were both cut short by a leather boot slamming down between Momiji’s legs. It took her a second to realize what was happening, during which Rachel casually brushed aside the shrine maiden’s slitted skirt and ensured that the thin white fabric of Momiji’s undergarments was the only thing separating her modesty from the sharp leather heel of Rachel’s boot.
Then Rachel pressed downward, twisting and grinding as she did, and Momiji felt a rush of different emotions. There was the incredible pain, of course, the kind that came from having the most vulnerable part of the body attacked. There was also the shame. And the embarrassment. And the humiliation. But there was also an undercurrent of something else. That twinge of excitement and the hint of thrill. That subtle sense of pleasure that she would never admit to, perhaps not even to herself.
All of that ended, for better or worse, when Rachel lifted her foot and then sent if back down for one final kick that left the kunoichi curled in the fetal position, her hands cradling her wounded womanhood, her body unable to fight, and her will too broken to want to. Instead, all Momiji could do was beg.
“ Please… Rachel… I know you’re still in there…”
This was rewarded with another kick, and now the desperate shrine maiden’s wide hazel eyes locked with the steely blue gaze of her corrupted friend.
“Please.. Stop…”
This time, Rachel did pause. But the laughter that followed was far worse than the physical blows that preceded it. Deep, echoing, and demonic, it only served to emphasize how far gone the former fiend hunter was.
Then the statuesque blonde went down, mounting Momiji and firmly planting her powerful thighs around the sides of the brunette's waist. Rachel leaned in, pinning Momiji’s back to the ground and bringing their faces almost close enough to touch.
“Stop? Oh no, my pet.. Don’t you see…”
The words were uttered slowly and softly, and with each syllable the helpless shrine maiden could feel the breath of her foe as it escaped from Rachel’s lips and ran against her own skin.
“We are just getting started.”
Momiji gasped as her back slammed into the courtyard wall. The blow stunned her for a second, but wasn’t particularly painful. That’s what what the subsequent strikes were for. A vicious punch to the shrine maiden’s stomach, a quick boot to her throat, and a pair of rapid kicks that landed on her ample breasts all followed, and by the end of the assault the kunoichi collapsed at the Fiend hunter’s feet.
Momiji had sparred with Rachel before, had known that the demon blood that coursed through the blonde woman’s veins made her far more powerful than any ordinary human, but could never have guessed the brutality she would be capable of if she ever lost control. Now the battered state of her own body gave Momiji first-hand knowledge.
Unable to stand and fight, the shrine maiden instead pathetically tried to crawl away, trying to reason with the woman she once considered a friend. But her attempt to flee and her pleas were both cut short by a leather boot slamming down between Momiji’s legs. It took her a second to realize what was happening, during which Rachel casually brushed aside the shrine maiden’s slitted skirt and ensured that the thin white fabric of Momiji’s undergarments was the only thing separating her modesty from the sharp leather heel of Rachel’s boot.
Then Rachel pressed downward, twisting and grinding as she did, and Momiji felt a rush of different emotions. There was the incredible pain, of course, the kind that came from having the most vulnerable part of the body attacked. There was also the shame. And the embarrassment. And the humiliation. But there was also an undercurrent of something else. That twinge of excitement and the hint of thrill. That subtle sense of pleasure that she would never admit to, perhaps not even to herself.
All of that ended, for better or worse, when Rachel lifted her foot and then sent if back down for one final kick that left the kunoichi curled in the fetal position, her hands cradling her wounded womanhood, her body unable to fight, and her will too broken to want to. Instead, all Momiji could do was beg.
“ Please… Rachel… I know you’re still in there…”
This was rewarded with another kick, and now the desperate shrine maiden’s wide hazel eyes locked with the steely blue gaze of her corrupted friend.
“Please.. Stop…”
This time, Rachel did pause. But the laughter that followed was far worse than the physical blows that preceded it. Deep, echoing, and demonic, it only served to emphasize how far gone the former fiend hunter was.
Then the statuesque blonde went down, mounting Momiji and firmly planting her powerful thighs around the sides of the brunette's waist. Rachel leaned in, pinning Momiji’s back to the ground and bringing their faces almost close enough to touch.
“Stop? Oh no, my pet.. Don’t you see…”
The words were uttered slowly and softly, and with each syllable the helpless shrine maiden could feel the breath of her foe as it escaped from Rachel’s lips and ran against her own skin.
“We are just getting started.”
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