She Craves Vulgar Play
"This lucky bastard!" That's what everyone shouts when they see it. But to me, this is pure torture. Not fucking a woman like this is like telling my dick to swell up with blood until it bursts and kills me. Helena's perfection rivals a goddess of beauty in every way, and they expect me to just sit here with my cock idle as a mere man? Might as well kill me outright!
"I can't take it anymore."
Helena crawled toward the bed on her hands and knees, thrusting her ass toward me and swaying it seductively, like a siren in heat.
"Punish me like you do Sena and the others."
This wasn't punishment—it was her begging for sex. Is Helena doing this for sex, or for magical growth? At this point, it's fair to wonder. Is magical growth really her goal? For me, I just focus on the task at hand. Steady your mind. Concentrate on the moment. Remember, screw up the mood, and I could end up as a living punching bag.
I stoked my emotions, then focused. Right now, I'm the master, and Helena's my sex slave. I swung my right hand down onto her massive ass.
Smack!
"Nngh…!"
Compared to the students, her ass was definitely bigger, with a perfect, enveloping grip on my palm. After spanking nothing but slim or skinny types, smacking a plump, glamorous body like this felt like it could take real punishment.
"You want this ass beaten until it's wrecked today?"
"Y-Yes…."
I could feel her voice growing wetter, huskier. Her pussy was already slick. If I failed to satisfy her here, I might actually die.
"Then let's establish our roles clearly."
I grabbed her throat—not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to create an overwhelming, domineering vibe she wouldn't notice the mercy in.
"When we play like this, I like our relationship crystal clear. Right now, I'm your master."
"Nng… Y-Yes."
"Then call me Master. Right now."
Even as I said it, doubt crept in. Is this okay? She asked for it, but she's older than me, the prestigious principal of a noble magic academy. Treating her like this as a mere servant? Especially a prideful witch—she might take it badly.
But…
"Yes… Master."
Helena had no such pride. Hearts practically burst from her deep eyes. Her voice dripped with needy lust, her face flushed and panting like she was in agony from desire.
Why are all the witches here like this? Honestly, I'd assumed people in this world had zero interest in sexual partners like this. Time to reflect: women here are hornier than back home. Our world has all sorts of outlets for deviance, but here? Nothing. No ways to indulge. Back home, there are partners like me for that. Here, it's all pride and authority treated like life itself. No outlets for deviance, so desires fester, turning people starved and rotten. Helena must vent her pent-up lust and stress on those monstrous dildos and shota servants.
She's using me as her deviance and stress relief. Isn't that what back-home hookups are for anyway? For witches, I might be their only outlet.
"And I'm going to treat you different from the students."
I pulled over the jewelry box I'd set aside and took out an American-sized dildo, plopping it right on her ass. Her ragged breathing grew even rougher.
"Even if you burst a nosebleed or your back gives out and you beg me to stop, I won't."
Safe words are essential, but in her current state, saying one might kill the vibe. Besides, a woman like Helena could overpower me anytime if she really wanted to stop.
"Here."
I prodded her pussy and asshole lightly with my thumb and index finger. Each dipped in a knuckle-deep, and her hips shuddered sharply.
"Nnght!"
"I'm making these holes loose today, so brace yourself."
I opened the separate case of switches, grabbing the thinnest at first—but it seemed too teasing for Helena now, so I picked a medium one.
"Ass out straight."
"Y-Yes!"
She shifted from her earlier pose into a much better spanking position, refined and perfect. I lined up the switch on her ass and noticed something off.
She knows the pose perfectly? No one's ever spanked her, yet she nails it? That means she's practiced for this exact scenario. That's hot as hell. A woman rehearsing slave poses just to get beaten!
The Michele family must have perversion in their genes. Sena too, Helena too. This bloodline's laced with deviant DNA.
Crack!
The Darian-special switch bit into her huge ass, ripples spreading across the flesh. Her ass and shoulders tensed up, but her back dipped low—willpower to hold position despite the pain.
Her pussy and asshole are wide open. She'd arched so aggressively that her cheeks spread, exposing everything. My cock screamed to taste her juices, to ram in like a beast and gape her holes forever! I vented that lust into the punishment.
Crack! Smack! Crack!
Three in a row, and red welts bloomed fast across her ass.
How many to turn this whole massive ass red? Like an experiment, I traced lines bare-handed over it.
Crack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Crack! Smack!
"Nng… Hnng… Unng… Nng…."
The other women had groaned in pain with each strike, excitement separate from agony. But Helena? No pain in her voice—just savoring moans seeping out, like she was tasting the spanking.
"Haa… Hnng. This… I love it. This is what I wanted. The best."
She kept mumbling, her body freakishly numb to pain. Tough endurance too. After thirty straight lashes, she showed no hurt—my arm was starting to ache. I paused.
No more spanking, and she whipped around immediately.
"Change position."
Time for the next formation. I laid her flat on her back, gathered her legs together, lifted them, and locked her arms around her knees—the classic "shrimp pose."
"Th-This one's a bit embarrassing."
She smiled sheepishly but obeyed perfectly, wiggling her toes shyly. Even as an older woman, it was cute. No—reframe: older women can be cute.
A woman's cuteness explodes in her thirties…. Her face lit with anticipation, pussy already soaked in juices.
I stared at the drenched slit, then slapped it with my palm.
Smack!
"Eek!"
A sound I couldn't believe came from Helena. Smack! Squish! Splish! Smack! Smack! Five solid hits, pussy juice spraying everywhere from the wetness.
She embraced the pain gladly, chin tilted back in ecstasy. Her face muscles slackened, mouth agape, eyes glazing over.
"Feels good? That good?"
"Y-Yes… Unghik! Eeeek!"
"Making beastly noises like a slut. And you're supposed to be a respected principal?"
The one witch closest to the Realm of Magic. Revered by all, envied by many—the great principal. Now howling like an animal, squirting juices everywhere. Grinning wide, loving every hit.
"F-Forgive meee…."
Her speech slurred, drool leaking. Just from spanking, she's this wrecked—what the hell has she done with that libido all this time?
"Falling apart after just this much? No good."
I grabbed the American dildo, loading it like cannon shot against her pussy.
"Ah… M-Master…."
"You're no principal—you're just a cocksleeve."
I thrust it in; her wetness let the monster slide right through.
Squelch.
"Kyaa! Ngh… Uguu…."
No warning, full hilt—she tensed rigid. Unable to scream, curling up, but she steadied with deep breaths. Tears welled, but her lips grinned ear-to-ear.
"Haa… Haa… Haaa…."
Too much? Nah, no complaints—she just craved more. Me handling her rough.
"Grab it. Fuck yourself."
I let go; her pussy clenched, trying to push it out. She snatched it quick, slamming it balls-deep as ordered.
"Uuu… Eeeek……."
Legs quivering, but hands relentless. She bobbed the beast in and out. Meanwhile, I pressed the switch to her ass.
Crack!
"Ugheet!"
"Don't stop! Fuck that pussy!"
"Y-Yes!"
Honey dripped from her voice. Tongue lolling, dying of bliss—is this even the same Helena?
Crack!
"Uiiiik!"
Squirt! Suddenly, she gushed like a fountain, pussy juice flooding out. The bed soaked through, but neither of us cared.
Crack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Smack!
Like whipping an ancient slave, I swung with full devotion—then thud thud thud. Multiple footsteps approached.
In the principal's quarters—intruders? No, servants. Her shota servants, all swarming in. Even those outside the room, the entire staff.
Why are they here? Soulless servants, so I'd ignored them. What changed? Instinct to protect their master? Would they turn feral and tear me apart!? But no—they just encircled the bed, watching silently.
Not just that. Some flushed with excitement, stripping and jerking off.
What the— like they're spectating before a gangbang… Wait.
Not like a gangbang—maybe the prelude to one. Helena might love getting surrounded and railed by these shotas.
"You perverted bitch!"
Crack!
Did she program them for this? Force them to watch her humiliating scenes, get gang-raped while aroused!
Crack!
"Eeeek!"
"Acting all high and elegant in public!"
Crack!
"Hngheet!"
"But behind closed doors, pulling this deviant shit, howling like a beast?"
Smack! Smack! Crack!
"A maso slut who cums from pain. This is what you wanted, huh? Waiting for a master to force your ass red and pound you?"
I grabbed gel from the box, slathered her asshole, squeezing a thick load in.
"Ah, aaa…!"
Words failed, but she shook her head like begging don't stop. Yet her face screamed hurry up and fuck it.
I yanked the American dildo from her pussy.
Sloooorp! Pop!
"Kyaaa!"
Long shaft dragged out; she thrashed like a live fish, legs kicking.
I pressed it to her asshole, easing in slow against the clenched ring.
"Uuuuu… Eeeee!"
Eyes squeezed shut, head thrashing in denial—but no chance. Slick with juices and gel, it slipped right in. Her trained hole took the tip easy.
"Hngk…!"
Breath caught, body frozen in shock. Then the shaft, inch by inch.
"Nn… Ah, ah, ah, aaa!"
The thick intrusion sank deep; she reacted bigger with every bit. At full hilt, a quiet scream.
"Kyah! Ah……."
Her voice shivered like in the cold; I pulled back—
"Eeeeek!"
Eyes and teeth clenched, feet trembling. Ass cheeks quaking; I almost pulled the tip free, then thrust back in.
Plung!
"Kee yat!"
Quiet scream. Sweat-drenched Helena dropped her head to the bed, then locked eyes with me—and smiled. Beaming. That moment, she looked like a succubus brainwashing me.
What kind of woman….
She held her legs with one hand, spreading her pussy wide with the other. Ass beet-red with welts, massive dildo buried in her asshole—and she's gaping her pussy?
Openly seducing now? Afraid I'd bail? I reached for my pants—then Sena flashed in my mind.
Wait, Sena's waiting for her first time with me. Is fucking Helena right?
Devil whispered: Such a slutty chance—why hesitate? Keep it secret!
Angel countered: Are you human? Sena trusts you completely—waiting—and you'd fuck someone else?
Yeah, basic decency—no stabbing Sena in the heart. Even secret, I'd know, carrying pointless guilt?
I pulled my hand from my pants; impatient Helena couldn't wait—magic surged. Invisible giant hands gripped my waist, yanking me in. Pants and underwear dropped, cock exposed.
"Don't make me wait—hurry~."
Precum-dripping cock met her pussy—
"Uwaaaak!"
Cold! Freezing to burning. Like my dick crushed in frosted metal. Her magic pinned and pulled my hips—I couldn't pull back! This'd rip my cock off!
"Uuuut! Let—go!"
No choice. Survival instinct—mana burst reflexively, repelling her spell.
Crackle.
Sparks in the air; the magic vanished. I yanked back, checked my cock.
"Huh?"
Am I seeing things? Patterns engraved on my dick?
A curse? No—this is spell residue. Who cast magic on my cock? No one should. If unknowingly, it'd take a magic expert… Who? Who'd target another guy's dick….
S-Se-Sena?