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Akira - Kei: Something about Rats.	By : Nickamano Category: Manga . to F > Akira Views: 919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Before the 'Bomb'
- 2-After 'the Bomb'.
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Tezuka recognised the girl as she carefully descended the staircase, light on her feet and aware of her surroundings, she avoided the loose rubble and debris that might give her away, or leave her with a sprained ankle. She was constantly alert and observant.
Not observant enough of course, not trained in the way he was. As he watched her walking straight toward their trap, with growing excitement; it took him a minute to recollect where he had seen her before. But then it all came flooding back and he found himself grinning, his dick hardening at the recollection.
It wasn't surprising. Thinking back, she was probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And that he had not forgotten her face in the weeks since that first time stood to reason. It had just been a surprise to see her now, and carrying a Sterling SMG.
Then -
It had been right after that Code Seven alert had locked Neo-Tokyo down and instigated a Martial Law situation. Tezuka had been working as a bodyguard for Mr Nezu, head of one of the Diet opposition parties, along with two other close protection guys. This same girl had turned up at Nezu’s private offices, looking for an agent of his secret guerrilla organisation that worked against the Government and the so called ‘Akira Project’, whatever that was.
The shorter of the other two guys had, of course, made certain to thoroughly frisk her before letting her go through to Nezu’s office. He had taken great pleasure in doing so, and Tezuka could see why, as he and the third bodyguard covered her with their rifles while she had stood there, arms away from her body, having to suffer the indignity of shorty's perverted hands crawling all over her.
He had made her open up her double breasted, thigh-length tan leather coat, with its half-length sleeves and high collar. He remembered that coat well as it had cinched tight around her slender torso, adequately showing off the curves beneath it. Under it was a second-skin T-shirt that hugged her toned, flat stomach and pre-eminently perky, handful breasts. Her trousers were equally second-skin, tight and shiny, a wet-look faux leather that gleamed in the office lights. She was shapely, the way a gymnast is, no visible body fat, yet not skinny either, strong and taut and toned.
Shorty had taken great pleasure in running his hands up and down those slender curves, taking his time with her mid-sized breasts, smooth thighs and, according to him, "rock hard but still nicely round" buttocks cheeks.
She had tolerated it in silence, as if she had expected nothing less. Though her had eyes rolled as her thighs were rubbed, squeezed and stroked, and winced as her breasts and buttocks were treated to even closer and more firm scrutiny. Her breasts rubbed until nipples appeared and then they were taken up between fingers and thumbs and fervently pulled, pinched and rolled. She had tried to complain then but had been silenced with a threatening look.
Finally, Shorty relinquished his overtly sexual manhandling of the lovely teenager and the three of them escorted her to Nezu’s office.
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“Ryu-Saku? What are you taking about!? No, I haven't! What the hell are you coming here asking me about him? The government and the Colonel have spies all over the place! If you're seen here and recognised... if you're connected to me, they'll have all our heads! Stupid fucking girl!”
“I'm sorry mister Nezu, but I'm really worried about Ryu, and I didn't know who else to ask...”
Nezu was far from placated. He didn't suffer fools-gladly and had no tolerance for thoughtlessness. Certainly not for thoughtlessness that potentially endangered him.
“For crying out loud! You there! Grab hold of her! She needs to be taught a fucking lesson!”
That had been to Tezuka, standing at the rear of the office along with two other bodyguards, though for some reason Nezu had picked him. He whipped his bull-pup rifle up and around. The girl, looking horrified, tossed her hands in their air, giving a little gasp of shock. Tezuka smiled as he had closed the distance between them and then shoved her back so she stumbled and then shoved her again until she went down on her knees in front of his employer.
“Stand behind her and put your gun to the back of her head.” Nezu commanded. “Make sure she doesn't move... Or struggle.”
“Yessir.” Tezuka growled, shoving the muzzle of the assault rifle between the girl's shoulder blades.
“Stupid insolent girl needs a lesson in manners.” The rat featured politician growled
Then he started to unbuckle his trouser belt. Tezuka was shocked as Nezu unzipped his expensive suit trousers and hauled out his dick. He had never seen or even heard of the politician with a woman. He was certainly unmarried and no scandals surrounded him, that he knew of. In fact, most of the tabloids assumed he was a dried-up old celibate. And yet as he hauled it out of the unzipped fly of his trousers, his dick was revealed to be large, long and thick and already halfway hard. And this was a man well into his sixties.
“I feel teeth, or if you're unsatisfactory, you get a bullet. Now, get to work.”
Tezuka couldn't see well but she didn't start bawling or pleading, though she was definitely hesitating until...
“C'mon! Get to it!”
Nezu grabbed a handful of her short black hair and pulled her face roughly into his crotch. So, she reached up and gripped his cock, pressed her lips to it and slid her other hand into his underwear to cup his balls.
“Better. But hand off my shaft. Cupping the balls is good though... nice, soft hands. But get to sucking, hard and deep and fast. And make good use of your tongue. I'm sure this isn't your first rodeo at sucking dick. I want to feel you doing your very best girl. So, get to it.”
Like all politicians, Nezu was no doubt a fan of his own voice. However, he didn't actually give the girl much of a chance to prove her talent.
“C'mon you little whore. I know you can do better than this! Down your throat! Down your throat!”
However, she was continuing to struggle to push him past her lips any deeper than half way. Nezu grumbled to himself for a moment, increasingly impatient and then grabbed a tighter hold of her head. He tilted her face upward, leaning in and essentially straddling her, hugging her face tight into his crotch with both arms wrapped around her head.
“Never mind, I'll see to it.” He growled and then thrust forward hard.
The next minute the untidy office was filled with a flurry of wet, noisy gagging sounds from the blubbing, struggling girl. Between all the wet squelching and her vocal struggles as her throat was assaulted over and over again, she started to let out whimpering, hawking, spluttering sounds. The rhythm was getting away from her, breaths blocked or countered by over-flowing mouthfuls of saliva, constantly threatening to go down the wrong way, to choke her.
All the while, Nezu was having the time of his life, both hands tight in her short hair, fingers digging in, jerking her puce, saliva-and-mucus-slick face rapidly back and forth into his crotch. His urgent tugging burying her into the nest of his pubes and his fat bloat, over and over again. He appeared to be enjoying the girl's wet din and her increasing struggles as much as the feel of her lips, throat and probably tongue, stroking all over his hard sensitive meat.
“That's it...Now you're doing it. Yes.” He groaned.
He accompanied their mutual actions with a raucous commentary.
“Down the throat! Down the throat! Back and forth, back and forth. Yes... Okay, now speed it up… Speed it up, now!”
She really started to gag on the hard and fast driving shaft of meat as it invaded her mouth and throat. Nezu now really going at it, brutally fast and as deep as possible. Rivers of drool were running from the girl’s lips and chin. Her spluttering moans had dissolved into what sounded like half-drowned squeals of suffering and wordless pleas.
“No! No keep it up, you little bitch! Faster... Faster. Mmmmm... goooood. Good! That’s it, this is going to bring me over the edge... Just a little while... longer.”
He suddenly dragged her forward by her head, pulling her tight into his crotch and taking a step back. To stop herself stumbling and cracking her chin on the thick carpet, the girl was forced to throw both hands down onto the pile to support herself, which of course cancelled any semblance of control she had over the old man's hard cock. His balls swung free now she was no longer fondling them, slapping her firmly in the chin every time he thrust into her gagging throat, and in this new enforced position there wasn’t anything she could do to subdue his sordid rampancy.
“That’s a girl! Keep at it.... Here it comes... get ready to swallow... everything, I... give you...!”
He let out a long wheezing groan of profound pleasure and his whole body stiffened, shivers of release working through his short, stocky frame, as he hugged her face tight into his crotch and held her there - obviously unloading the contents of his well fondled balls straight down the girl’s well savaged throat. It was a drawn out and protracted orgasm and how she managed to stay conscious through it without a chance of getting air into her lungs, Tezuka couldn't imagine.
“Ooooooohhhhhhh! FUCK!” Nezu groaned.
He finally relaxed his grip on her head, but only so he could saw his meat back and forth in the back of her mouth, using her tight throat to tease the last couple of streamers of his seed out of his body and on into hers.

Tezuka could just about see the repeated bobbing of the girl’s oesophagus as she desperately gulped down his foul discharge. He finally hauled his softening, but still full length, shaft out of her tear stained, ravaged face and gave her a dismissive though light slap across one ruddy and drool-slick cheek.
“There,” He groaned, the ratty smile pushing his over long teeth forward and bulging out his flushed cheeks. “Consider yourself punished, and now forgiven for your insolence, girl.”
He hooked his index finger under her chin and lifted her face in line with his, eying her appraisingly. He appeared just as impressed with her attractiveness as Tezuka and the other two guards.
“Know what, girl? I'm not quite done with you yet,”
His free hand was tight around the root of his thick cock, her bubbly saliva still dripping from it. He was absently jerking it back to full hardness which, from the look of it, would take all of two seconds.
He eyed his guards, then nodded to the closed partition door behind them.
“Take her through there. I want her face down over the bed.”
“No! Mister Nezu! Please... You had your fun... Please, don't! Just let me go, sir! I don't want this!”
“Shut it, girl. You brought this on yourself. It’s happening. I’d stay quiet if you don't want to have to take on these three guards as well.”
His smirk was a sadistic snarl. But his words sparked the excitement, and hope and grins, in Tezuka and the other two.
“I’m sure they'd be happy to make use of a body as nice as yours. And I doubt they would be as gentle as an old fella like me, either.”
The three guards wrestled the struggling, squealing girl into the other room, wordlessly working out the best method of completing their employer's instructions.
The back room was a small bedroom. A simple wooden framed double bed with a sideboard, a minibar and a television. It had been installed for those frequent occasions when mister Nezu worked so late in the office that it was preferable to simply sleep there, rather than going to all the effort of heading home.
The guards half-shoved, half-carried the weeping, struggling girl into the room. She was deposited over the edge of the mattress, face down and on her knees. Tezuka even got the duty of kneeling down on the opposite side of the bed her slender wrists gripped tight in his strong hands and keeping her stretched across its width.
“Relax your pulling a minute, while I get her pants down.” Nezu muttered to Tezuka, barely registering the other man.
The old politician bent over the girl’s essentially perfect heart-shaped rear, reaching around to the front of her waist to work at the fastenings there. And then, grasping the loosened waistline of those skin tight leatherette pants, he started to tug and worry them down her taut, tanned hips and buttocks and then thighs. The girl squealed and struggled harder than ever as she felt herself being laid bare before the four men, stripped naked from waist to knees, as Nezu yanked her trousers and little plain white thong down her legs. But there was really no point to her struggles or protests. No one was paying attention to her except for what promise she offered as a sexual receptacle. And Tezuka had a good controlling grasp of her slender wrists. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, except pressed onto the end of his boss's dick for the second time in ten or fifteen minutes.
This time Tezuka had the perfect view of the girl's lovely young face, they were practically eye to eye though she refused to look at him, her teary, glassy eyes seemingly focussed somewhere below his chin. Then she buried her face in the duvet, shook her head from side to side, cursing and pleading through her flooding tears.
Behind her and oblivious to her pleas for mercy and freedom, Nezu roved her delectable young buttocks with his wrinkled old hands for a few minutes. Though Tezuka was unable to see any details due to the angle, he watched his employer fondling between the girl's taut, rounded ass. Then the politician abruptly shoved a finger forward into her subtle cleft, apparently penetrating her. His forearm began visibly pumping back and forth as he thrust a digit, or perhaps multiple digits, back and forth inside her. The girl cringed and sobbed, looking back over her quivering shoulder at her abuser but that was all she was able to do.
After a few minutes the main event came about. Nezu shuffled forward, kneeling up so his hips were aligned with hers. It took an extra minute as his short legs forced him to grab a number of well stuffed pillows from the top of the bed and stick them under his knees. But once he was at the right height, he wasted no time in pushing his resurgent erection into the girl.
She all but screamed with the indignity and physical horror of her next sexual assault. It might be her first cock or her twentieth, Tezuka had no way of knowing but from his prime point of view. However, the flush-cheeked expression etched on her beautiful young face, as that long thick shaft of old, greasy politician cock drove all the way into her core, was utterly priceless.
Nezu groaned as he thrust his way inside her, cheeks rouged by lust and pleasure, rodent-teeth gritted, rheumy eyes glistening with his distinct pleasure of the feel of her clutching cunt clamping hard around his meat. But it only snagged Tezuka’s attention for an instant, because the girl's reaction forced a refocus of his own and he stared at the sweet torture that was exquisitely painted all over her lovely teenage features.
Tears were squeezed from her screwed up eyes to run down her face, her thin brows creased down and then up in disgust and then possibly pain, her flat nostrils flared and her full lips drew back from pristine clenched teeth. But it was the way her smooth cheeks, sweaty brow and even her neck and throat all abruptly flushed crimson that was the sexual tell-tale. And the combination of that ruddy colouring and the crease of her sweet features created that intensely erotic image and made the girl appear all the more lovely and desirable.
Again, Nezu wasted no time. He was obviously not interested in drawing out his own pleasure by taking it slow and savouring the moment. And he certainly wasn't interested in developing any pleasure for the girl. So, he went at her like a bull, his hand gipping tight to her hips as he hammered away at her, slamming into her as fast as he could and using his whole length in the rapid back and forth. And for a time, he seemed to possess the strength of a man forty years younger. Tezuka could easily see him putting his back out with his formidable efforts.
“Damn this girl is tight, fuck!”
The old man growled as he slammed into her and then gave her taut, barely quivering buttocks a hearty slap, which forced a little squeal out of her already gaping mouth.
It was probably only because he had already emptied his balls down the girl's throat a couple of minutes earlier, that he wasn't already flooding her cunt with his seed. He was obviously having the time of his life from the flush across his cheeks and his own facial expression; in so many ways a reflection of the girl's - flared nostrils, now gritted teeth, deeply furrowed brow. Though, where hers had been due to shock and possibly pain, his was nothing more than aggressive lust and sadistic dominance.
He fucked into her with a surprising degree of energy and aggression. The sweat was pouring off him, slicking his matted, receding hair to his bald pate. And the girl was dripping sweat too, her hair also soaked and matted, clinging to her brow, catching her long lashes. She chewed on her bottom lip and Tezuka could easily see the white of her knuckles as she clenched her fists so tightly.
It only went on for only five minutes or so, but too her, Tezuka thought, it must have felt like hours.
The bodyguard continued to watch the girl intently, trying to determine if she was getting off on her rape in any way, but he could see only anguish. Though that flush to her cheeks and throat kept him wondering throughout. And for him, the pleasure/pain expression etched on her face could have gone either way. Even the way she repeatedly said “No!” and “Stop!” could have been aimed at Nezu or her own body. At least in theory. Still, Nezu finally climaxed for the second time, while the girl didn't appear to get anywhere near.
His pale, bony and liver-spotted hips went wild, battering the girl's tight little ass and sending a machinegun rattle of flesh-on-flesh slapping around the bedroom. The girl cringed and whimpered and then began squealing as Nezu let out a long and intense series of curses and groans. His whole body began to quiver as he lunged forward one last time, pulling her hips back onto him, stretching the girl's torso between his own savage grip and Tezuka's.
He leaned over her lithe back, putting his weight on her even as he planted his seed inside her, shivering all the while, digging his fingers cruelly into her pliant, tight buttocks and letting out a half dozen heavy wheezing groans. Tezuka took each groan to be a verbal testament to a long, thick streamer of his cum, and he pictured them whipping forth up the length of her no doubt clutching, searing hot tunnel.
“Awww... Fuck!” The old man groaned, finally leaning up off the girl's back. “That was the stuff.... Oh, yessss… That really hit the spot.”
He finally pulled out. His long, slick shaft only just beginning to wilt. It looked ruddy, bruised even half crushed. As he slipped it awkwardly back into his trousers.
“You can throw the young lady out now. I'm sure she has learned her lesson. And she’s certainly served her purpose, as far as I'm concerned.”
“Erm, sir? Do you, do you think it would be okay if... Might we partake ourselves, just for a little while? Before we get rid of her?”
“Throw her out, not get rid of her.”
Nezu looked at Shorty who had been the brave one, and asked what the other two had been thinking.
“Yessir.”
“Very well... But only one of you. I still have a lot to do tonight and you three are not spending all night ravaging her. You have to decide for yourselves. And ten minutes, no longer!”

They decided on scissors-paper-stone. Tezuka won. So, Shorty got the girl's wrists off him and kept her pinned in place, stretched across the side of the bed while Tezuka went around to the rear of her, ignoring her intense resurgent shouting, pleas and curses.
He was not one for sloppy seconds. And her tiny little anal star looked downright delectable. But only ten minutes. He would have to go in hard and fast, no wasting time letting her adjust. She would just have to grin and bear it. Well, maybe not grin.
She did remarkably well, all being told. Though from the look on Shorty face as he stared into her eyes, and knowing the guy’s sadistic streak, her face would have been telling a different story.
“Get her tits out. I wanna look at em.” Shorty had said as soon as they were both in position.
The other guard took that duty while Tezuka had been half crushing his cock in his fist to trap enough blood in the fat crown so that he had a strong enough weapon to pressure her anal mouth into giving in, letting him up her.
Her bra cups were that kind of already-sewn-into-her-T-shirt, so hauling it up under her chin revealed probably b-cups, but they were full and damned perky, nipples well and truly hardened. And the three men all spent a few seconds each, squeezing on the pretty orbs, tweaking and pinching her stiff, rosy nipples.
However, Tezuka was aware of time slipping away. Nezu was a stickler and he would be counting down the seconds. So, the bodyguard brought his attention back to the tiny little star-shaped pucker and began to really put pressure on it.
With a continual squealing moan from the girl, elevating in intensity and volume as Tezuka pressured and shoved, her anal mouth was inexorably forced to open for his invading cock, abruptly pierced her and slipped in beyond her inner ring. His erection was suddenly sheathed in searing internal body heat and fist-tightness. Groaning in pure sexual joy, he bathed in the feel of her cinching rectum as the girl whimpered and wept. Tezuka could practically feel her own experience of the cock driving into her anus, her body erupting into white-hot fire, the tight elastic ring of her sphincter and the cramping walls of her rectum screaming in painful waves of searing hot resistance.
He pushed another three inches into her, bring another little squeal from her pretty mouth.
“Go on lad! Do her! No fucking mercy! You just know a whore like this gives up her arse all the fucking time, for medicine or an extra food ration, or handful of pills. You know it and I know it.”
Infected by Shorty’s vocal sadism, Tezuka grabbed her hips tight and stabbed forward hard with his own, slapping the last three inches inside her, until he felt his balls anointed with the wetness coating her pussy lips. Later he would squirm with distaste as he realised it had been Nezu’s cold cum soaking his ball sack. But at that moment it simply signified that he was balls deep inside this sweet girl’s sweet ass.
He showed Nezu what ‘fucking a chick hard and fast’ really meant. He showed the girl the difference between a fat sixty-something layabout mouth-on-legs and a battle-hardened twenty-something professional mercenary truly meant. And she felt every searing hot, staggering, driving, gut-churning thrust. He ripped into her guts with his throbbing erection, mushing the hotness inside like butter and would not have been surprised if it had been butter smearing his dick when he'd done with her and pulled out.
Fortunately, when he did pull out, he came out clean, other than a liberal smearing of cum from his emptied balls. But that got wiped off onto the inside of those tight young buttocks; which, by that time he'd spanked until they were flushed pink and adorned with his ruddy handprints.
She wailed and moaned and pleaded throughout, actually bawling when he gave her a few of his hardest possible rectal slams, unsure if he'd skinned his own foreskin or ruptured something within her. She also wept when Shorty cruelly slapped her across the face more than once throughout the course of her harsh anal rape.
It was the best fuck Tezuka could recollect since that time he'd rushed the American Empire's field hospital on Guam, and his platoon had found that stash of Caucasian nurses. They'd been ordered to hold the hospital for a month. And the supply of ‘California-looking’ nurses had been both the icing and cherry on the cake.
Finally, and with less than a minute to go, it had come to an abrupt end. He'd spent a couple of minutes leaning over the girl’s sweat-soaked muscular back, giving her some light nipple torture while he churned her guts with slow but deep grinding pre-orgasm shoves right into her colon. But then as he spotted the clock on the wall and realised that he had only two minutes left. He leaned up, sank his fingers into the pliant rock of her buttocks and went at her full whack, full strength, full dominance, full speed/ He was immediately rewarded with renewed squeals and tears and an exquisite subconscious tightening of her rectal muscles, that felt like his dick was being squeezed by a superhuman fist and forced him to stab harder still into her rectum, in order to secure the required depth. It came together with a sudden rush of euphoria that imminently preceded his spunk erupting with a flurry of heady, pressurised ropes of scalding hot fluid that brought about thrashing squeals in the girl. And that in turn elevated Tezuka’s own pleasure and brought another three full-on fiery spurts from his assumedly drained balls.
He finally pulled out and stumbled back, pants round his ankles, tripping him and tossing him to the thick pile of the bedroom carpet.
“Thirty seconds! Make the most of it!” Nezu called from the other room.
Tezuka had watched with exhausted amusement as Shorty leaned forward and introduced his lips and tongue to the girl’s, who was too terrorised and exhausted to resist or try to bite. The guard released her wrists and used those last few seconds to molest her tits and stretched over to slap her sculpted buttocks to his heart's content.
The third guard didn’t even try to approach her.
“Time!” Nezu called. “Kei. Now listen carefully. You will contact me again when and only when you have ‘Akira’. If I see you again without him young lady, you'll be getting more of the same as today, only much, much worse… in fact I promise you will not see the outside of a small windowless room for the rest of your days. Now, Get out of my sight.”
She was up off the bed, dressed and out of the offices before any of the joy-filled and exhausted bodyguards were able to lift a finger to instigate the order. The last they heard of her was the hurried slamming of the office door. Though the delectable aroma of her pussy and her natural scent remained behind, intoxicating all three of the guards. They all would have gone home and fucked their wives or girlfriends to hell and back that night, Tezuka thought. And thinking back, he certainly had done.
And yet only a week or so later, the country had gone to hell with that nuclear bomb or whatever it had been, and he had lost his girlfriend. Not that she had been much of a loss.
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