Sunday, 8 January 2017

Story: Love Hina WP


This was the most humiliating experience of her life. Bar none. Some people got off on being humiliated. Kanako did not count among their number. This was simply a case of cause and effect being reversed, which people have a bad habit of doing quite often. That is to say: It was a humiliating experience because Kanako was getting off, rather than her getting off because this was so humiliating.

"Oh dear, my pretty!" the bitchbot dressed like a slutty witch cackled, lightly smacking her taut, pillowy, swaying butt with the flat of her star-shaped wand. "You're not very good at this, are you?"

No, Kanako had to admit. No, she was not. The temptation was too much, but this wasn't due to the inherent sexuality of either Trapbot or Witchbot. This was all down to that magic word processor making her so, so intensely horny.

Actually, that wasn't strictly accurate either. It was <i>partly</i> due to their inherent sexuality. The horniness wasn't sufficient to disable Kanako's movements so thoroughly; neither factor came remotely close. However, the various factors multiplied together. Her supernatural horniness. The closeness in appearance to her beloved Keitaro that Trapbot possessed. This big, thick cock pressing against her stomach, begging to be taken inside of her.

"Or maybe you actually want to lose?" the bitchbot suggested. The final factor in this little game playing against Kanako, the expert appeal being projected by this witchy, bitchy facsimile. The two of them maintained eye contact. For Kanako it was because she rather feared looking anywhere else. "Maybe you're starting to anticipate falling under my spell!"

"What-" Kanako grunted. She tried to force herself off her knees and onto her feet, but the tender feeling of Trapbot's fingertips playing on her hips made her legs lose all strength. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that you're beginning to realise the truth," bitchbot cackled. "That being my assistant wouldn't be such a terrible thing. Think of what I could teach you. With my training you could turn your body into a siren's song. Alluring." She leaned over and stopped so quickly that Kanako suddenly found herself staring down a mountainous valley of cleavage. It was the second most gorgeous sight she'd ever seen. Her eyes fixed in place despite her best efforts to look away. "Even Keitaro would be drawn in, much as you are drawn in by my stunning good looks."

She stepped forwards again. Her boobs jiggled, and Kanako's hands crept up to her own chest. Jealousy sparked in her brain, and then her hands were joined by Trapbot's pressing over hers. Ah! It wasn't fair! It was as though Keitaro was feeling her up!

"You would not have any need of some magical word processor," Witchbot continued. Kanako shook her head and tried to reply, but she couldn't get out the sounds. Just a series of strangled whimpers and moans of utter delight. "You could walk in and have him. Any time, any way you wanted. All you have to do is sacrifice just a tiny little bit of pride and become my devoted assistant for a short time."

"Nnng... No! Not going to... Nnng! Lose to the likes of you!"

"Sweetie, I'm one word away from victory as it is," Witchbot observed. It was true. Kanako took her in fully. Her delightful figure was almost completely and totally on display. The remaining layers basically hid nothing. Her body was flawless. Everything Kanako hoped her own body would be. Her favourite part? Whatever part she was currently looking at. They were all sublime, and the way she was moving while basically standing still, barely doing anything at all, was forcing Kanako's eyes to take it all in. Like being taken on a guided tour of paradise. "You've already lost."

"Sorry about this," Trapbot whispered. "But it's so obvious, you're really sexually pent up. This will do you a lot of good. I promise."

Witchbot had reached her. To Kanako's surprise her tormentor grabbed hold of her chin and forced her to look up into her eyes. Their faces came close. Not quite kissing, but almost. "I'll make this super easy for you, my pretty," the sexy witch said. "Kiss me now, and surrender the game."

Kanako's eyes fluttered. Yes. It was time to end this little game, once and for all. It was such an easy thing to do. Simply close her eyes, pucker her lips and push her head forward. Then she could end this suffering and -

And kiss the wand. Her eyes snapped open. Bitchbot was standing at arm's length off to the side with the wand in hand. No. No! It couldn't be that she was -

"Lesson one, my pretty new assistant," bitchbot cackled. "It's called a strip-tease. Emphasis. On. The. Tease." She then turned around and tugged off the very last silken layer covering her breasts, swinging them around her head and staring steamily back at Kanako over her shoulder. "If you give it up too easily, then where is the fun?"

"Hey now!" Trapbot yelled. "That was a little mean spirited, wasn't it? Kanako's surrendered already!"

"There was never a surrender condition in this game, my pretty!" bitchbot declared, letting loose a completely wicked cackle as she tossed that silken layer behind her and took a seductive step forward, back towards the word processor. Thirty seconds. "What sort of lesson would it teach my assistant if I stopped the tease before it finished?" Twenty-four. Twenty-three. Twenty-two.

She stopped there to wait out the final thirty seconds, tracing the wand up and down her hips and curves. "To ensure her compliance, the spell must be completed," bitchbot declared. Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen. "The game must be seen through to the very end! Even if it's already over."

"I couldn't agree more," Kanako snarled. Four. Three. Two. One... Witchbot lifted her foot, and Kanako sent out the piece of silk like the lifeline it was. It landed precisely underneath the witch's foot, and as soon as it had Kanako tugged sharply on it. And in the process pulled herself away from the source of temptation!

"Mmmph!" she whimpered. It was so high pitched humans would have trouble hearing it, but she definitely made that noise. She missed it already. Gods above but she was so horny. Legs shaky. Needed to cum so, so hard right now. Kanako dragged herself towards the processor on her hands and knees, grateful that the silk hadn't torn when she'd tugged it so hard. Then again, if it had it might have made her topple the other way and she'd just have a little further to crawl.

"You're making a mistake, my pretty," Witchbot warned.

"S-Says you!" Kanako grunted. It was a long and hard crawl, but she was really trying desperately not to think of things that were long and hard right now. Here it was. The word processor finally in her reach. Now she could ensure her freedom from this pair and -

And the backspace ete button was broken.

"Oh, come on!" Kanako yelled. "Not fair!"

The phrase "Kanako is Witchbot's devoted -" was typed on the screen with no way to erase it. Wonderful. Simply wonderful. She had to figure out a way to clear this off with minimal consequence to herself. Which pretty much seemed a non-starter if you asked her! Devoted in any way to that... To that manipulate sexy bitch?! No thanks.

Worse yet any attempt to correct that with the next line wouldn't work, because by the time she could enter anything she'd already be devoted in some way to her tormentor. Stupid backspace button, why did it have to pick now to break?! Ugh, how could this possibly get any worse?

"I beg your pardon," said a very polite yet stern voice. It belonged to the cute maid standing in the doorway. "May I enquire what you are doing in my room?"

Do you know the worst part of all? Right now Kanako was so horny she was giving serious contemplation towards the possibility banging Motoko. But first thing, this word processor issue needed resolution so she typed in the first thing she could think of that shouldn't be an issue.


  1. "Ally", turning the original and her doppelganger into partners in crime.
  2. "Adversary", keeping Kanako hating her stripperbot counterpart.
  3. "Owner", turning Kanako into Witchbot's caring and considerate owner.
  4. She types in some other thing.
  5. Motoko interrupts before the enter key is pressed.
  6. Something else

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