The Revenge of Raharu, The Earth in Deep Poo v2
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,745
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2
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Chapter Two: Days of Suffering
Disclaimer: See Chapter One.
Chapter Two: Days of Suffering
Mamimi and Eri, sitting in the front row bleachers at the ball park, could not contain their laughter as Naota kept swinging for the ball, and missing.
“What a loser,” Eri whispered.
“He can’t even swing a bat, I’d hate to imagine what he’s like in bed,” Mamimi whispered back.
The younger woman's thoughts then traveled elsewhere. 'Oh Naota, make me your bitch.'
Noata grumbled at the giggly critique he received.
“Come on bro, this is totally not cool. To think the brother of the Great Tasuku Grinder, me, can’t even hit one ball.” His face was smug, part of him enjoying this ass whooping he was giving to his younger sibling.
The young man took in a deep breath, breathing the stale sandlot air which surrounded them. “Okay, hit me!”
“Say what?”
Naota grinned. “Don’t aim above the plate, aim at me. Right between the eyes!”
“Dude, I could fucking kill you!”
“Bullshit.”
“Fine, but don’t cry when I cave in your skull.”
The elder Nandaba brother threw the ball towards Naota’s head. 'Fuggin’ brat,' he thought.
When the ball was a mere meter away, Naota, with inhuman speed, sidestepped the projectile and brought forth his steel 34” Louisville Slugger with his entire mite.
A large pop noise was conceived, as well as a turbulent shockwave when the clubbed end of the bat collided with the ball.
Tasuku, Eri, and Mamimi were wide-eyed in amazement as they witnessed both the ball and bat shattered into shrapnel as a result. They were also quite shaken from the velocity of the impact.
“I retract my statement,” the maroon haired wonder spoke matter of factly, her gaze still focused at the root of the shockwave, “I bet he’s like a jackhammer in bed.”
Eri, gaze also focused on her man, could only smile. “That he is.”
((((section divider))))
In a high rise apartment within downtown Mabase, Amarao and Kitsurubami cuddled in bed after one of their many sexcapades. They were not the modest type, so they didn’t bother throwing the covers over them, allowing their nudity to shine.
“Remember when we had sex on the patio yesterday?” Kitsu asked.
“Of course.”
“Let’s do it again! It was so cool how people on the streets could see my boobies bounce!”
“Damn right. Fooly Cooly. Fooly Cooly!”
“I’m afraid there will be no fooly cooly for you two,” said a third, malicious voice.
The couple could feel their bodies turn as cold as ice. That was a voice that scared them straight, it practically redefined fear itself.
“Raharu!” They screamed in unison, knowing this visit would bring them closer to hell then they could ever hope to be.
The demoness was clad in her usual red and black biker uniform with white gloves and boot. Unlike before, she had glowing red eyes and black bat wings. She smirked at her would-be victims. “On second thought, you might make for fine sex slaves.”
A red tail, about six feet long and with an arrow head, ripped out of Haruko’s uniform, slightly above her tight buttocks. “Which one of you wants to be fucked up the ass first?”
((((section divider))))
Mamimi (driver), Tasuku (front passenger), Eri (right/rear passanger), and Naota (left/rear passenger) were taking a joyride in the photographer’s black 1998 BMW M5 V12 custom on a Mabase outskirts mountain pass. After sipping their DQ malt shakes (all of them ordered chocolate, save for the younger woman, who ordered banana strawberry) away, Mamimi decided to kick it up a notch. She decided to go old school as she slipped a Slayer: Reign in Blood disc into her Pioneer 7.1 channel receiver paired with Klipsh THX quality speakers.
“Slayer? You got good taste,” Ninamori pointed out.
“Thanks,” she replied with a mischievous smirk on her profile. “Buckle up, everyone. I don’t want any of you to get hurt.” She floored it, making the car go from 95kph (roughly 60mph) to 170kph (roughly 100mph) in six seconds. Luckily it was late into the night, so traffic was pretty much non-existent.
“Damn women!” Tasuku shouted over the vintage thrash metal music's shredding and thunderous double bass as he witnessed the speedometer go up and up.
Naota was holding his girl’s hand in his, as she looked a bit pale. “Don’t worry, the restrictors will keep us from going any faster!”
“This is more than fast enough! In fact, I think we should slow down!” Eri stated at the top of her lungs.
Mamimi giggled. “That so?! By the way, restrictors are easy enough to remove!”
Tasuku smiled. “You mean…?!”
She answered for him before he could finish. “Damn right!!”
The speedometer shifted from 170-200kph in six seconds.
“Oh shit, you do realize we will die if we collide?!” Eri inquired.
“That’s if we collide!” The maroon haired woman assured her raven haired comrade.
Noata looked at the speedometer, which displayed 230kph (little under 140mph) “Looks like we’re at the max!”
Tasuku requested, “yeah, you can slow down now!”
Mamimi demanded otherwise, “but this isn’t a stock engine!”
The three passengers thought at the very same time, 'fock!!'
In half a minute, they were at little over 300kph (over 180mph).
“Slow the fuck down!!” everyone screamed.
Mamimi finally slowed down to about 95kph.
Tasuku stated the obvious truth, “you’ve been watching too much Initial D!”
((((section divider))))
It was about 2:30 AM when they arrived at the Nandaba residence/bakery, planning to retire for the night. Mamimi, prior to stopping by earlier in the day, decided to save money and check out of the hotel. The foursome were dead set on having a wild orgy, but it seemed a certain pink haired succubus had other plans. “Hello kiddies, it’s time to play.”
“Isn’t that the crazy housekeeper?” Eri asked.
Her eyes glowed red, giving them a fright. “Who wants to fight me first? The brainless jock or the pencil neck geek?”
“It’s not my style to beat up on a woman,” Tasuku said with pride.
“That so?” Haruko, with blinding speed, delivered a massive round kick to the baseball ace’s rib cage.
He fell to his knees, desperately gasping for air as blood oozed from his mouth.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Naota growled.
She replied with glee. “Absolutely nothing!”
He attempted to jump kick Haruko, but she caught his offending foot and used him as a weapon as she bashed the two brothers together like a stick to the piñata. They were both out cold, as the impact was so great it made a crater in the concrete. “This isn’t any fun.” She laughed manically, taking pleasure in her god-like power.
Their companions, Eri and Mamimi, looked on in horror, damn near pissing themselves as they witnessed this beast’s brute strength.
End Chapter Two.
“Sup all. It's Haruko again. You have already seen my power. What can he hope to accomplish? He’s already been beaten once! Catch the next episode of Revenge of Raharu, the Earth in Deep Poo: Pact of Enemies. It’s time I crush the pathetic Homosapiens into nothingness!”
Chapter Two: Days of Suffering
Mamimi and Eri, sitting in the front row bleachers at the ball park, could not contain their laughter as Naota kept swinging for the ball, and missing.
“What a loser,” Eri whispered.
“He can’t even swing a bat, I’d hate to imagine what he’s like in bed,” Mamimi whispered back.
The younger woman's thoughts then traveled elsewhere. 'Oh Naota, make me your bitch.'
Noata grumbled at the giggly critique he received.
“Come on bro, this is totally not cool. To think the brother of the Great Tasuku Grinder, me, can’t even hit one ball.” His face was smug, part of him enjoying this ass whooping he was giving to his younger sibling.
The young man took in a deep breath, breathing the stale sandlot air which surrounded them. “Okay, hit me!”
“Say what?”
Naota grinned. “Don’t aim above the plate, aim at me. Right between the eyes!”
“Dude, I could fucking kill you!”
“Bullshit.”
“Fine, but don’t cry when I cave in your skull.”
The elder Nandaba brother threw the ball towards Naota’s head. 'Fuggin’ brat,' he thought.
When the ball was a mere meter away, Naota, with inhuman speed, sidestepped the projectile and brought forth his steel 34” Louisville Slugger with his entire mite.
A large pop noise was conceived, as well as a turbulent shockwave when the clubbed end of the bat collided with the ball.
Tasuku, Eri, and Mamimi were wide-eyed in amazement as they witnessed both the ball and bat shattered into shrapnel as a result. They were also quite shaken from the velocity of the impact.
“I retract my statement,” the maroon haired wonder spoke matter of factly, her gaze still focused at the root of the shockwave, “I bet he’s like a jackhammer in bed.”
Eri, gaze also focused on her man, could only smile. “That he is.”
((((section divider))))
In a high rise apartment within downtown Mabase, Amarao and Kitsurubami cuddled in bed after one of their many sexcapades. They were not the modest type, so they didn’t bother throwing the covers over them, allowing their nudity to shine.
“Remember when we had sex on the patio yesterday?” Kitsu asked.
“Of course.”
“Let’s do it again! It was so cool how people on the streets could see my boobies bounce!”
“Damn right. Fooly Cooly. Fooly Cooly!”
“I’m afraid there will be no fooly cooly for you two,” said a third, malicious voice.
The couple could feel their bodies turn as cold as ice. That was a voice that scared them straight, it practically redefined fear itself.
“Raharu!” They screamed in unison, knowing this visit would bring them closer to hell then they could ever hope to be.
The demoness was clad in her usual red and black biker uniform with white gloves and boot. Unlike before, she had glowing red eyes and black bat wings. She smirked at her would-be victims. “On second thought, you might make for fine sex slaves.”
A red tail, about six feet long and with an arrow head, ripped out of Haruko’s uniform, slightly above her tight buttocks. “Which one of you wants to be fucked up the ass first?”
((((section divider))))
Mamimi (driver), Tasuku (front passenger), Eri (right/rear passanger), and Naota (left/rear passenger) were taking a joyride in the photographer’s black 1998 BMW M5 V12 custom on a Mabase outskirts mountain pass. After sipping their DQ malt shakes (all of them ordered chocolate, save for the younger woman, who ordered banana strawberry) away, Mamimi decided to kick it up a notch. She decided to go old school as she slipped a Slayer: Reign in Blood disc into her Pioneer 7.1 channel receiver paired with Klipsh THX quality speakers.
“Slayer? You got good taste,” Ninamori pointed out.
“Thanks,” she replied with a mischievous smirk on her profile. “Buckle up, everyone. I don’t want any of you to get hurt.” She floored it, making the car go from 95kph (roughly 60mph) to 170kph (roughly 100mph) in six seconds. Luckily it was late into the night, so traffic was pretty much non-existent.
“Damn women!” Tasuku shouted over the vintage thrash metal music's shredding and thunderous double bass as he witnessed the speedometer go up and up.
Naota was holding his girl’s hand in his, as she looked a bit pale. “Don’t worry, the restrictors will keep us from going any faster!”
“This is more than fast enough! In fact, I think we should slow down!” Eri stated at the top of her lungs.
Mamimi giggled. “That so?! By the way, restrictors are easy enough to remove!”
Tasuku smiled. “You mean…?!”
She answered for him before he could finish. “Damn right!!”
The speedometer shifted from 170-200kph in six seconds.
“Oh shit, you do realize we will die if we collide?!” Eri inquired.
“That’s if we collide!” The maroon haired woman assured her raven haired comrade.
Noata looked at the speedometer, which displayed 230kph (little under 140mph) “Looks like we’re at the max!”
Tasuku requested, “yeah, you can slow down now!”
Mamimi demanded otherwise, “but this isn’t a stock engine!”
The three passengers thought at the very same time, 'fock!!'
In half a minute, they were at little over 300kph (over 180mph).
“Slow the fuck down!!” everyone screamed.
Mamimi finally slowed down to about 95kph.
Tasuku stated the obvious truth, “you’ve been watching too much Initial D!”
((((section divider))))
It was about 2:30 AM when they arrived at the Nandaba residence/bakery, planning to retire for the night. Mamimi, prior to stopping by earlier in the day, decided to save money and check out of the hotel. The foursome were dead set on having a wild orgy, but it seemed a certain pink haired succubus had other plans. “Hello kiddies, it’s time to play.”
“Isn’t that the crazy housekeeper?” Eri asked.
Her eyes glowed red, giving them a fright. “Who wants to fight me first? The brainless jock or the pencil neck geek?”
“It’s not my style to beat up on a woman,” Tasuku said with pride.
“That so?” Haruko, with blinding speed, delivered a massive round kick to the baseball ace’s rib cage.
He fell to his knees, desperately gasping for air as blood oozed from his mouth.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Naota growled.
She replied with glee. “Absolutely nothing!”
He attempted to jump kick Haruko, but she caught his offending foot and used him as a weapon as she bashed the two brothers together like a stick to the piñata. They were both out cold, as the impact was so great it made a crater in the concrete. “This isn’t any fun.” She laughed manically, taking pleasure in her god-like power.
Their companions, Eri and Mamimi, looked on in horror, damn near pissing themselves as they witnessed this beast’s brute strength.
End Chapter Two.
“Sup all. It's Haruko again. You have already seen my power. What can he hope to accomplish? He’s already been beaten once! Catch the next episode of Revenge of Raharu, the Earth in Deep Poo: Pact of Enemies. It’s time I crush the pathetic Homosapiens into nothingness!”