Kaji and Asuka By The King of the Seahorses. "Hiya Kaji!" Asuka's shrill high-pitched voice made my head hurt as she walked into my office without knocking. "I'm busy Asuka. Leave me alone." I placed my head in my hands and tried to tune her out. I was not in the mood for this. "Whattya doin?" she placed her head on my shoulder and looked at my computer screen, seeing a screen full of hard core porn thumbnails – pictures of women getting tied up and beaten. Simulated rape pics. "I'm jerking off." I'd not had chance to zip up yet. I heard her gasp briefly, then her typical woman's mind went to work on how she could use this against me. "Kaji! I wonder what Misato would say about what you get up to in your spare time." Her voice was like fingernails on a blackboard. At that moment, I wanted to smash every tooth out of that pretty little mouth, but I held back. I told her the truth. "Misato dumped me. That's why I'm drunk and sat here jacking off to porn. What are you? Stupid or something?" "Dumped you?" Asuka let out a full gasp. "Yeah. The stupid bitch didn't like what I was any more." I took another swig of vodka. "OH KAJI!!!! I'm so sorry!" know she didn't mean it. She flung her arms around me and kissed my cheek. I felt her warmth against me. It felt good. Too good. Too many stirrings in my crotch, expecially considering who she was, but the booze in my body stopped me from protesting. "I'm sorry that I was rude to you Kaji. I didn't know." She smiled at me sweetly. She saw the opportunity to get in my pants so she was going to be friendly now. "It's okay. Just leave me." She played with her long red hair. "You must be lonely then Kaji." DAMN IT! I could see where this was going! I should have thrown her out straight away – but I didn't. I said nothing. Asuka sat on my knee. I was too drunk to throw her off. "Asuka? What are you doing?" "I'm not like Misato. I like what you are." She stroked my neck. Then she kissed me on the lips. She was so warm and warmth was what I needed. I held her tight and kissed her back. I wasn't going to let her leave me. She tasted good. She looked up at me. "Oh Kaji! I didn't know you felt like this." I lifted up her school skirt and rubbed her leg. "I want you." Her hands were all over me as I fondled her big tits through her school uniform. I played with her hair, I grabbed her ass. She responded to my touch. I swept all the crap off my desk and laid Asuka down on it. I liked the way her hair spilled out everywhere. I began to unbutton her uniform and suck on her nice round titties, touching her up everywhere, my fingers exploring her young skin. It was only when I began to tug at her panties that she freaked out on me. "No, Kaji! I'm not ready for this! I don't want this!" she scrabbled backwards on the desk and covered her tits with her arms. ******************************************************************** It was always the same with women. Teasing me. Leading me on. Why the fuck would she let me grope her up like a barroom slut if she was going to be a little cockteasing bitch? She was just like Misato. It's a conspiracy. They were all the same. Asuka kept backing off as I grabbed for her. She told me to stop. I called her a worthless cunt, just like all the others. She tried to open the door and run away. I slammed it shut with all my weight and then hit her in the stomach as hard as I could. She fell to the ground with a whimper, all the wind knocked from her. "You like leading me on, you little bitch?" I picked her up by the hair and held her in front of me. She was crying. Trying for sympathy. Pathetic. I swore at her again and hit her in the face, sending her into the wall. Her sobs and begging made me angry. I kicked her where she lay, so hard that she lifted up into the air. Then I did it again. Again. Again. Again. "Shut up you little whore!" I screamed at her. She didn't listen, moaning pathetically. I snapped, wanting to tear that pretty face off, I pounded on her until her nose was smashed and streaming blood and both her eyes were swollen shut. I poured vodka on her battered face and when she screamed, I kicked her in her pussy as hard as I could with my steel toe-capped boots. When she made more noise, I did it again. When she made more noise, I did it again. I couldn't get her to shut up. I placed my gun to her pussy and said that I would pull the trigger if she made one more sound. That worked. ********************************************************************* "I hated having to do that, Asuka. I'm sorry, but you gave me no choice." Asuka lay silently on my office floor, bleeding and trembling. "You are still so beautiful." I removed her school uniform. Her pale skin was already covered in purple bruises. I got hard from seeing this. "I do want you, but I don't like the way you treat me." A bubble of blood came from her mouth. "I hate it when you stop me being a man. That's what Misato did too." I pulled her panties off. Her pussy was very swollen and swollen red. There was some bleeding too. "I had to do that to you. You gave me no choice. You were asking for it." I freed my hard cock from my pants and prepared to mount her. Asuka shook her head, groaned softly and tried to close her legs. I laughed at her. "Now, I'm going to take whats rightfully mine." She started crying as I entered her in one movement, obliterating her hymen. She was the tightest I ever had, maybe because of the swelling too. She was dry inside by her blood soon lubricated her as I fucked her. She was staring up at the ceiling. I made her look at me in the eyes, through her swollen lids. I could taste her blood when I kissed her, making me want to cum more. Damn, she was so hot, I wanted to fuck her in half. I grabbed her tits like I was trying to rip them off. Why the hell should I be gentle with her? I was covered in sweat and growing like an animal as I spurted my load deep into the depths of her cunt, into her womb itself. I slumped on top of her panting for breath. I told her that I loved her. I guess that you always hurt the one you love. ******************************************************************** Perhaps I should have killed her afterwards, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not an animal, just a man who lost his temper. Asuka was a mess when I gave her back her clothes and threw her out. She was staring at the floor and mumbling – her skin was cold and she was covered in blood (there was a lot in her hair). When she tells people, I fully expect to die for what I've done. Still, she'll live and learn. She'll get over this and come out of it a much wiser woman. Perhaps the whole purpose of my life was to teach Asuka just why little girls should not give come-ons to grown men. It's an important lesson. I reached for the vodka once more and waited for a knock at the door.