Anal Worm (5)
"N-no!"
White Rabbit twisted and screamed. The pheromones had already drained the strength from every limb, though, and she could not shake off Psycho Kino's telekinetic grip.
"Heh-heh-heh."
The orc chieftain lumbered closer, sneering at her helpless thrashing. The colossal cock hanging between his legs twitched and slapped wetly against her pussy.
"Kh! Jun!!"
White Rabbit squeezed her eyes shut and howled the name of the person she loved, the name flickering behind her lids. The head of that cock was already spreading her folds, a heartbeat from driving in—
WHOOOOSH!!!
A sudden wind roared through the cavern, violent enough to whip her hair in every direction. They were underground. No natural wind should have been possible. Sensing something was wrong, she cracked her eyes open.
Walls and floor raced past. Gaunt orcs charged toward her. Psycho Kino had yanked his telekinesis taut and hauled her into the air.
"Why the hell are you so slow to react?! I almost actually got raped!!"
The woman who had come within a hair of being violated by an orc screamed at the top of her lungs. And yet, in complete contradiction to her outrage, her pussy flexed and fluttered between her thighs, love juices dripping in fat, glistening droplets.
The telekinesis yanked them out of the gaunt orcs' burrow in an instant, and the clear sky opened overhead. Looking down, she could see the creatures crawling up out of the hole like fish hooked on bait.
"Nice! We landed a big one!!"
Psycho Kino, having reeled in his lure, took in the dozens of gaunt orcs pouring from the burrow and shouted with genuine delight. After picking off stragglers one or two at a time, the prospect of a real fight had him in high spirits.
"And that's the orc chieftain. I just have to take that one out, right?!"
He laughed heartily. Kill the chieftain, and he could finally be done with this tedious Gate.
"M-Master! Let me fight too! Please undo this!!"
White Rabbit, still dangling in his telekinetic hold, cried out. Psycho Kino's power was formidable, but the numbers were overwhelming. And orcs had a habit of swarming in massive numbers the moment their chieftain was threatened — as menacing as bees defending their queen.
"You just sit there and watch!! Haaah!!"
Psycho Kino bellowed with confidence, then sucked in a huge breath and unleashed his power. The wave of psychokinesis wrung from an S-class hero crashed over the gaunt orcs. Invisible, tremendous force skimmed the ground, and dirt exploded upward as if a typhoon had touched down.
WHOOOOSH!! KRA-KOOM! THUD!!
"GRAAAAH!!!"
"GAAAH!!"
The telekinetic storm shredded the gaunt orcs' hides and wrenched their muscles apart. In seconds the surroundings became a hell of blood and viscera.
"Kh! How many of them—?!"
As the gaunt orcs that had climbed up to protect their chieftain died, still more crawled out and threw themselves in front of him. Even an S-class hero was straining to wipe out the endless tide.
"There are too many of them! Master! Let me help!"
"Shut up! You stay there and watch!!"
She shouted from where she hung, but Psycho Kino only bound her tighter. If she helped, of course they would clear the gaunt orcs more easily — but his pride would not allow it. He had swaggered that he would handle it himself. Asking for help now was unthinkable.
"Master!"
"AAAAAHHH!! I'm concentrating — stop yapping!!"
Psycho Kino sealed her mouth with telekinesis and poured his power back into the gaunt orcs. To conserve energy, he narrowed the broad wave he had been slamming across the terrain into something thin and razor-sharp — a thread of force — and began to whip it. Each swing took the heads, arms, and legs off several gaunt orcs at once.
So absorbed was he in the fight that White Rabbit, still hanging in his grip, simply vanished from his mind.
"Urgh! Uuurgh!"
Every time Psycho Kino exerted his power, the telekinetic field shifted. Sometimes it thickened; sometimes it rocked forward and back, left and right. And the same force binding White Rabbit's body — the same force buried in her anus and mouth — shifted with it.
"Nngh♡ Haaak♡♡"
With every movement he made, the psychokinesis bucked and drove deeper into her ass and throat.
"Hah! Hah! Motherfucker. What is this, an ant swarm? There's no end to them?!!! Fine — this is the last one!!!"
Psycho Kino spat a curse and drove his telekinesis straight through the orc chieftain's skull. Then he turned, wearing a look of supreme self-satisfaction — and what met his eyes was White Rabbit, the psychokinetic force having plunged endlessly into her anus and mouth until the two ends met inside her belly.
"Hey. A-are you okay?"
Even Psycho Kino could not help but be rattled by the state of her. He asked, but of course she could not answer — her mouth was packed full of telekinetic force. The path of it was visible through her skin: down her throat, past her neck, into her stomach. Her slim lower belly, too — you could see the force that had entered through her anus writhing and squirming inside.
"I'd better pull it out first."
Glurk! Gluuurk! Glurk! POP!!
He withdrew the psychokinesis from her mouth and anus, and a bright, cheerful pop rang out.
"BLEEEGH!!"
The force scraping back up her throat made her gag. Below, her asshole clenched and unclenched, pulsing out the pain.
"...Let's head back. With the orc chieftain dead, the Gate will close."
The chieftain had been the Gate's core. Given time, it would shut on its own. Psycho Kino slung the pleasure-addled White Rabbit over his shoulder with telekinesis and exited the Gate. He did not forget, of course, to put clothes back on her naked body before they returned.
A month had passed since they cleared the Gate.
Psycho Kino was having a more satisfying stretch of time than usual. Every venture he had set in motion was falling into place with almost insulting ease.
The business, needless to say, was not a legitimate one. His plan was to partner with assorted villains and smuggle narcotics into Korea. The drugs were manufactured in the Philippines and came across by ship. At that point, he — an S-class hero — would step in and collect the merchandise himself. Who would dare inspect or investigate cargo that belonged to an S-class hero?
"Business is going well, and working that bitch over is fun too."
The thriving enterprise was one reason he was in such a good mood. More than anything, though, playing with White Rabbit was a thrill. He was using an S-class hero — White Rabbit herself — as a living onahole to wring out his lust. Of course he was enjoying himself.
"So how should I work this bitch over this time?"
In the span of a month, he had put her through nearly every kind of play he had ever imagined. Exhibitionism, of course. SM. He had even taken her from behind once while she was on the phone with her husband.
"Your husband's a real piece of work, you know that? Sending a woman like you off to get fucked by another man. Don't you think?"
Psycho Kino muttered from his seat at the desk and looked down. There, beneath it, White Rabbit lay bound by telekinesis, arms and legs forced into an M, a dildo buried in her ass and another in her pussy.
"Nngh♡ Hnnnnn♡ Hnnngh♡♡"
A long dildo was jammed in her mouth as well, buzzing without pause, so she could not answer. He used his psychokinesis to pull the one from her lips and asked again.
"Hmm? What I said. Don't you resent the husband who handed you over to another man?"
"W-we agreed not to talk about my husbaaand♡♡♡ M-my husband chose this because of meee♡♡"
White Rabbit shook her head, taking her husband's side, and he jabbed the dildo in her pussy with his toes, poking it deeper.
"Haaak♡ Oh-ghhk♡♡"
"A bitch who pisses herself the second I press down with my toes while she's under the desk, and she's still talking about her husband?"
"E-even sooo, my husband is♡♡♡"
"You fucking bitch!"
No matter how he tormented her, she would not curse her husband. Over the past month, Psycho Kino had learned two things. One: she was a genuine, dyed-in-the-wool masochist. Humiliation, pain — she endured it all in silence, or rather, she came from it and enjoyed it. The other: she truly loved her husband. No matter how thoroughly he pickled her in pleasure, she would never insult the man or say a single ugly word about him.
That did not sit well with Psycho Kino. A woman like her had to know that what he wanted was for her to badmouth her husband. And this bitch knew it — and still refused, absolutely, to curse the man.
"Fine. Looks like you think your Master is a joke. Today I'm going to wreck that asshole of yours so badly you won't be able to use it!!"
"H-hiiit♡♡"
Just look at her. The moment he told her he was going to completely destroy her anus, she got excited, her pussy fluttering open and spraying love juice. What part of that was supposed to look like an S-class hero?
Psycho Kino used his telekinesis to drag her up from where she had been crumpled under the desk. Then he shaped the force into a drill — narrow at the tip, growing thicker toward the base.
"Let's see how much of this you can take."
"Ah. Ah♡ Masteeer♡ If that goes in, this bitch's ass-pussy will be completely wrecked — I won't be able to use it♡♡"
"Yeah. And why should I care?"
Her astonishing regenerative ability meant that even if her anus really was destroyed, it would bounce back soon enough. The humiliation of having it wrecked, though — that was the good part.
Slowly, the psychokinesis began to move, lining up to punch through her asshole.
Brring! Brrriing!
Psycho Kino's phone rang.
"Tch. I was just getting to the good part. Who the hell is it?"
He grumbled, but he picked up the phone and checked the screen. Business had been running hot lately; the calls came often, and every one of them mattered.
"What? I'm busy. Spit it out."
"Aigoo! Boss! We're completely fucked!!"
A frantic voice burst through the speaker. The speaker was one of the men Psycho Kino had sent to run the drug factory in the Philippines.
"What happened? Explain properly."
"A Philippine hero completely tore through the drug factory! Boss! The Philippine Hero Association seized all the product! The whole shipment's gone!!"
"Wh-what?! You son of a bitch! How much did they take?"
"Four tons' worth!"
"Haaah."
Irritation surged through Psycho Kino. He pressed a hand to his forehead. Four tons was nearly the entire stock the factory had produced for this operation.
"Which hero hit the factory? Philippine heroes are all weak as hell — they don't touch the big organizations."
"Ah. They say it was a hero who came over on support from Korea."
When a deal went sideways, it was not just money that burned. Psycho Kino himself managed the Philippine drug factory, which meant the villains he had partnered with would come down on him — hard. He was an S-class hero, but the villains in this with him were not small names either. If they started squeezing him, it would be dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
"What's the bastard's name? I'm busy cleaning this mess up right now, but the second I have it under control, I'm going to kill him myself."
"Ah. What was the name again? Sun Kim? That's it! The name was Sun Kim!"