Story: Negima C+S

 

Ayaka truly is a beautiful girl. Stylish, sensible, graceful. She carries herself with the air of one who has true nobility about her, whether her family had status or not. The kind of person who, without missing a beat, was perfectly capable of charming those around her.

All those qualities make it all the hotter when a girl like that is turned into a bitch.

It's the contrast, you see. That's what really does the job. Juxtaposition, it was a top that Negi fully intended to cover later on in the year. Comparison. Contrast. Place two objects or ideas next to one another and invite the comparison. In art, it's quite a powerful tool. In painting, sculpting, and yes indeed in writing.

What could you call this but another form of art? It certainly wasn't a science. Taking ordinary non-lewd girls and turing them into nymphomaniacs.

"Arf, arf!" Ayaka barked as Negi rammed his cock right into her.

"Good girl," Negi said. "You really are a good girl. You always have been, haven't you?"

He reached up and patted her on the head, which made Ayaka's body convulse in a sudden climax. Next to him, Chisame and Nodoka were clinging to his body, looking down at her with the smirk of lewd triumph. 

"You thought you could turn the spell against us, did you?" Chisame mocked. "You thought you could manipulate eroticism to escape."

"Well, look at you now," Nodoka teased. "Youre a broken bitch. Negi's fucktoy. You'll be helping us corrupt the rest of class as well now!"

"Will she?" Negi asked. He stopped thrusting for a moment there, letting his cock sit half in and half out of Ayaka's sopping wet pussy which was gripping oh so tightly to his shaft. "That won't be necessary anymore, will it? We can just have all the fun we want together, and the rest of them will all fall. We don't need to do much of anything to win anymore, right?"

It's true. The momentum was in their favour. At this point it was a matter of time until everything fell in their favour, and then -

And then they would have no more worlds to conquer.

Which is what was troubling Negi about the whole thing. Ayaka had, however inadvertently, put that idea out there. It's super hot to watch them fall, but what then? Just. be lewd at each other? Try to sexually break each other? Again? When they've already been sexually broken?

Thus we have a paradox. Just like despair and hope must feed each other, just as darkness and light cannot exist without contrast, so must lewdness and chastity both exist at once. Otherwise, where's the contrast? Where is the juxtaposition? 

Even though Ayaka had fallen, she had sown the seeds of their own defeat. Or maybe balanced the scales a bit. Kind of late in the game to be doing that - the final rounds were being played and it was clear already which side was winning.

"Master, please fuck your bi~itch~" Ayaka said, holding her hands up as if they were paws. Well, Negi could hardly resist a request like that. No, really. At this point he could feel it. The compulsion knawing at the back of his mind, pushing him onwards to fuck this girl silly.

"Chisame, Nodoka," he grunted. "What do you suppose we'll do once we've won?"

"Orgy," Nodoka said without missing a beat.

"Erotic stripshow," Chisame said. "Then orgy."

Yes, that seemed about right. While both of them were quite smart, they were presently too horny to think of the long term. Ngi, on the other hand, brainwashed and horny as he might be, had a longer sense of the future than this. He knew, deep in his heart, that they would reach a climax, and then - 

Never reach that high again.

Negi didn't let the thought of the future stop the rhythm of the present. He gripped Ayaka's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and drove himself back inside her with a wet, heavy thud. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her backside echoed in the room, a rhythmic squelch that signalled just how drenched she had become. Ayakas pussy was a tight, pulsing sleeve of heat, gripping his shaft with desperate intensity. Every thrust pushed a bubble of air out of her, creating a soft, popping sound that only added to the filth of the moment.

Ayaka let out a high-pitched whine, her back arching as she pressed her chest into the floor. Her breasts jiggled with every impact, the nipples rubbing raw against the carpet.

"Please, Master! More! Harder! Give it to your bitch!"

Negi groaned, the friction of her walls rubbing against his glans sending sparks of electricity through his spine. He could feel the pre-cum leaking from him, lubricating the friction and making every slide deeper and smoother. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, smelling the heady mix of her sweat and the musky scent of her arousal.

"You really love this, don't you, Ayaka? You love being nothing more than a hole for me."

"Arf! Yes! I love it! I love being your toy!"

Chisame giggled, her voice dripping with a cruel sweetness. She crawled closer, her own breasts swaying, and began to lick the sweat off Ayaka's shoulder. She looked up at Negi with wide, hungry eyes.

"Look at her, Negi. The proud, noble Ayaka, reduced to a panting dog. It makes me so wet just watching her take you like that."

Nodoka wasn't content to just watch. She slid underneath Negi's arm, her hand reaching down to find Ayaka's clit. She began to rub the small, swollen nub with a rhythmic, aggressive pressure. Ayaka screamed, her body jolting, her internal muscles clamping down on Negi's cock in a violent spasm.

"Oh, look at that grip!" Nodoka teased, her voice a breathy whisper. "She is trying to suck you dry, Master. She is so greedy."

Negi felt the pressure building in his balls, the heat intensifying. He didn't slow down; instead, he accelerated, his thrusts becoming short, punchy bursts of aggression. The shlicking sound grew louder, a wet, messy noise as he hammered into her. He could feel her cervix being bumped with every deep plunge, and each time he hit it, Ayaka let out a guttural moan that sounded more like a sob than a cry of pleasure.

"Is this what you wanted, Ayaka? To be broken? To have your dignity stripped away until there is nothing left but this?"

"Yes! Please! Break me! Ruin me!"

The spell was doing its work perfectly. The more degraded she felt, the more the pleasure surged through her, a tidal wave of endorphins that drowned out any lingering shred of shame. The thought of her classmates seeing her like this, the thought of being a mere pet, was the very thing fueling her orgasm.

Nodoka shifted her position, sliding her tongue across Ayaka's neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

"We should tell the others," Nodoka whispered. "We should make them watch. Imagine the look on their faces when they see the great Ayaka barking for her master."

"That would be a wonderful contrast," Negi replied, his voice strained. "He was close now, the tension in his lower back reaching a breaking point."

Chisame moved her hand down, her fingers sliding into the space where Negi's balls slapped against Ayaka's perineum. She began to massage his scrotum, her touch light and teasing.

"And what about us, Master? Are we just the audience?"

Negi let out a low growl and pulled out of Ayaka with a loud, wet pop. Ayaka's pussy remained open, gaping slightly, dripping a mixture of clear arousal and white cream onto the floor. She whimpered at the loss of him, her body trembling.

"You two want a turn?" Negi asked, his eyes dark with lust.

They didn't need to be asked twice. Nodoka scrambled forward, her mouth opening wide as she took the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the rim before she sucked him deep into her throat. The sensation of the warm, wet vacuum of her mouth caused Negi to hiss, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

Chisame didn't waste time either. She flipped over, presenting her own soaking wet entrance to him. She looked back over her shoulder, her expression one of pure, unadulterated hunger.

"Fuck me too, Negi! Fill me up just like you filled her!"

Negi shifted his weight, guiding his stiff shaft toward Chisame's opening. He pushed in slowly at first, feeling the resistance of her tight walls before he slid home with a heavy, sliding squelch. Chisame let out a loud, sharp gasp, her toes curling as she took the full length of him.

"God, you are so thick," Chisame moaned, her voice vibrating through her body. "It feels like you are splitting me open."

Negi began to move, his pace steady and punishing. He reached down, grabbing Ayakas hair and pulling her head back so she had to watch him fuck Chisame.

"Watch this, Ayaka. Watch how your friend takes me. Do you feel the pain of not being inside me right now?"

"I want it! I want it too! Please, Master, let me help!"

Negi smirked. He liked the desperation. He liked the way they were competing for his attention, their dignity long gone, replaced by a raw, animalistic need.

"Then earn it," he commanded.

Ayaka didn't hesitate. She crawled toward Nodoka, who was still working on Negis shaft, and began to kiss her deeply. Their tongues clashed, exchanging saliva in a messy, wet tangle. Ayaka reached down, her fingers finding Nodokas clit and rubbing it with a frantic energy.

"That is a good girl," Negi grunted, his thrusts into Chisame becoming more violent.

The room was filled with the sounds of their exertion-the heavy breathing, the slapping of skin, the constant, wet squelching of genitals rubbing together. Negi could feel the climax rushing toward him like a freight train. He pulled out of Chisame, the sound of the exit a wet, suctioning noise, and grabbed both girls by their hair, pulling them close.

"I am going to cum," he warned.

They both scrambled to position themselves, their faces desperate. Nodoka opened her mouth wide, and Chisame positioned her breasts so that he could spray across them.

Negi let out a loud, guttural shout as he finally peaked. His body stiffened, and he began to pump thick, hot ropes of semen. The first few bursts hit Nodoka's tongue and throat, making her gag and swallow reflexively, the white fluid leaking from the corners of her mouth. The rest sprayed across Chisames tits, coating her pale skin in sticky, white streaks that glistened under the light.

He continued to pulse, the intensity of the orgasm leaving him breathless. He collapsed back, his chest heaving, watching as the girls began to lick the cum off each other, their movements slow and deliberate.

Ayaka crawled over to him, her eyes glazed and vacant. She began to lick the remaining droplets of pre-cum and sweat from his thighs, her tongue flicking out like a cat.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice a ruined rasp. "Thank you for ruining me."

Negi looked up at the ceiling, the post-coital haze settling over him. He felt a strange sense of emptiness, a void that the pleasure couldn't quite fill. He thought about the rest of the class-the girls who were still fighting the spell, the ones who still clung to their modesty and their pride.

He imagined the look on their faces when they finally snapped. The moment the pain became too much and the only way to survive was to surrender to the filth.

Nodoka sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a smug grin on her face.

"So, Master, about that orgy. When do we start recruiting the rest of the class?"

Negi smiled, a dark, predatory expression. He reached out and patted Ayakas head, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.

"Soon," he said. "Very soon. But first, I think Ayaka needs to learn a few more tricks. After all, a good dog needs to be properly trained."

Ayaka barked, a sound of pure, broken submission, and leaned into his hand, her eyes filled with a terrifying, erotic devotion. The balance had shifted, the contrast was established, and Negi knew that the descent into total depravity had only just begun. He didn't care about the endgame anymore; the process of the fall was where the real art lived.