Control

Control; Wanting it.
By Nawa Karageru

“Oh Verdammt!”

She turned around, a half moan, half groan emanating from the back of her throat as she turned for what seemed like the thousandth time.

In the middle of the night, Asuka could only squirm, turning form side to side in her bed, her legs tightly clenched at the knees, the sweat on her body, augmented by the warm summer breeze, stagnant and heavy, making the thin sheet cling to her body adapting to each curve and contour like a second skin.

She opened her eyes and looked at the clock, noticing that it was 3.15 in the morning, and cursed.

Misato had told her that she had to be in NERV for a quick test at 7.00, which meant she would have to go take a shower at 6.00 and be waiting for Misato to quickly come and pick her up in less than 3 hours.

“Scheiße.”

She felt tempted…so tempted to relieve the tension and frustration by herself, but instead clenched her thighs tighter still, and she closed her eyes and willed herself to at least catch a little sleep before having to wake up completely, the prospect of a new batch of tests making her mutter under her breath.

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“Asuka, Focus.”

“I am focusing.”

Asuka grumbled as she opened her sleep ridden eyes, and focused them on the aggravated image of the blond doctor in front of her.

Behind Ritsuko, Misato arched her eyebrows, noticing the weary way in which Asuka had answered back; on any given day she would have bitten the head of anyone (save for the Commander) for even suggesting she wasn’t applying herself 100%.

“Do you think she’s all right?”

Apparently Ritsuko, who had been behind her noting down readings and technical nonsense, had noticed this as well.

“She hasn’t been sleeping very well.” Misato told her friend, before shrugging. “Maybe it’s that time of the month again.” she added after a moment.

“Perhaps.” Ritsuko nodded, before punching a few commands in her terminal. “Asuka, try and relax; just close your eyes and relax.” The doctor said before immediately pushing the mute button, silencing any possible remark from the redhead.

Whatever it was, it most likely was a muttered curse since her face remained as calm as possible, while her mouth kept gnawing silently at the words she was uttering.

“What are you doing?” Misato asked in mild curiosity as she saw some of the readings on the HUD display change color and values.

“I am injecting a relaxant inducer on the LCL stream to help Asuka relax and make the test easier for all of us…her latest log batch was inferior and I will not close the log until she has acquired a 4.0 reading.”

“And what was her current reading?”

“0.28”

“Aw man!” Misato grumbled. “This will take forever, right?”

“Maybe not.” Ritsuko answered as the HUD showed Asuka already falling asleep, forcing with her eyes to pop open, her head lolling from one side to the other. “God! Even when we try to help her she has to be in control.”

“Why not simply tell her to go to sleep?”

“Because the point of this exercise is to review how this chemical agent affects each individual pilot in case we need to incapacitate them for any reason.”

“Such as?” Misato pressed as she looked at Shinji who was already sleeping; while it might seem that he was in deep concentration, only the soft snores coming from the boy were an indication that he was asleep.

“In case a pilot decides to tear a new sky light into NERV HQ.”

As the young redhead finally closed her eyes, and the cerebral readings began to shift before blinking at N1. Asuka’s eyes began to flutter behind her lids, and her breathing became more uniform, before finally loosening her body, and floating a little on top of the cockpit chair.

Ritsuko modulated several more minutes, alternating between typing commands and writing down notes on her terminal and clipboard before she began to type a long alphanumerical sequence of codes, just as Asuka’s reading changed to N2.

“Wow, she looks so…quiet.” Misato mumbled, before Ritsuko wrote down some more on her clipboard.

“Well, let’s hope she can keep that up, she is entering the N-3 stage.”

“What do you think she’ll dream of now?” Misato asked as she looked over Ritsuko’s shoulder. The blond punched a few keys and began to record a log of all brain activity.

“How should we know?” she flashed a knowing grin. “It’s not like we can record and see her dreams, fantasies or nightmares…”

Misato giggled at her friend and work mate.

“And what about Shinji-kun’s, Rit-chan?”

Ritsuko smiled evilly at this.

“Remember we have to be on an interdepartmental meeting in 20 minutes.” she smirked, typing several more commands before opening the microphone again. “And you have to make sure Kaji attends.”

Ignoring the muttered courses of her the aggravated Operations Director, Ritsuko leaned over and opened the comm.

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Asuka sighed blissfully as she felt the warm water make contact with her aching body. For all the times she nagged about the weird and stupid Japanese customs, bath time was perhaps one of the few she loved and did willfully.

She had just finished washing her body, and now she was enjoying the warm mineral waters, slowly making the aches in her muscles and joints disappear, enjoying the feeling even more due to the solitude in which she was due to fact that Rei had not been asked to take part of this test; all she could hear was the silent dripping and splashing of the water against her skin.

She was still a bit miffed when she had walked into Shinji who was going to be using the bath down the hall, taking an immense pleasure in boasting her superior piloting skills and synch ratio on him, even going so far as to run her hands all over her body through her skin tight plug suit.

She had noticed how the little pervert’s eyes seemed to be glued to wherever her hand roamed, and Asuka had taken her time, slowly cupping and caress her breasts, running her hands through the red vinyl-like material of the plug suit all over her chest, her stomach and hips, before slowly caressing her legs and inner thighs, making Shinji’s face lit up in embarrassment, not missing the lustful look he had before he turned his head sharply the other way.

That was all she had needed to follow the scripted dialogue she knew by heart now, calling him a perverted Hentai, and pushing him forcefully towards the hall, before walking into the shower stalls, quickly lathering and washing herself with her favorite body wash, feeling a familiar tingle in between her legs and in her chest as she carefully, almost lovingly took her time to cleanse.

She stopped short when she realized she had began teasing herself in the shower, before reminded herself only bad and perverted dirty girls did that.

Instead she finished washing herself, before turning off the stall, and then climbing up the short flight of stairs where the wooden planks led to the bath tub filled with the perennial hot, mineral water.

Asuka dipped slowly into it, allowing her body to adjust to the temperature, ignoring the ache in her throbbing pussy; she forced herself to close her eyes, and relaxed.

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A soft click made her opened her eyes and notice with a groan that the lights had somehow gone off, throwing the whole bath into darkness, immediately remembering when the lights had gone out at NERV, before she noticed something peculiar.

While the lights inside the bath room were out, and the light switch was located at least 10 or 20 ft behind her, she could still see the lights in the corridor.

Then she remembered when she had done the exact same joke on Shinji, how she had turned of the lights on his when he was taking a shower, and had crept behind him while he kept shivering and whimpering for her to stop it, enjoying the sounds of his startled yelp as she spanked his ass and laughed at him when he had slipped on the soap and fell on his ass.

“Shinji, you stupid pervert! That better not be you!” Asuka shouted, craning her neck and turning around in the tub, even when she already knew Shinji wouldn’t do that, after all it was good, safe Shinji, the boy who, no matter how often she pushed him would never fight back.

She waited for Shinji’s yelp and usual cry of “gomen!” before silence answered her back, the echo of her scream dying softly as the walls absorbed the sound.

“Shinji?” Asuka tried again, and again nothing but silence came back.

“Shinji this isn’t funny!” Asuka tried one last time, trying to mask the shiver in her voice, when she heard something.

A breath.

A deep breath, like someone breathing thru his or her mouth, a deep low breath followed by a faint splashing sound.

Someone was here.

“Shinji you stupid pervert I know you are here yo-“ she stopped short, before she reviewed what she was about to say.

She knew Shinji would never do any of this, so the soft boy was out of the question; Asuka had always known he was no more a pervert than she often accused him of.

Rei was out as well; the animated vegetable and emotionless doll had no sense of humor whatsoever and something as trivial as playing a joke on Asuka seemed decidedly far fetched and out of character.

A few minutes passed and she didn’t hear a sound.

Forcing herself to be as cool and calm and collected as possible, Asuka took her towel and wrapped herself in it, feeling her skin get goose bumps when it came in contact with the cold air, softly walking to the front of the bathing area as she slowly got up from the shallow bath, the water slowly cascading down her body, dripping into the tub as she slowly took one of her feet and then the other, making the water now pool at her feet on the cold tiles.

She saw the faint outline of the door, illuminated by the combination of the lights outside and the mist and haze of the hot water when some sort of liquid darkness caught her peripheral sight.

There was another soft splash. Faint, but there, it seemed to come from her back and to her left.

Asuka squinted her eyes, trying to make out any form in the darkness, before finally letting out another hum; she picked up her clothing and toiletries from the nearby ledge and walked slowly trying to remember where the door used to be. As she got closer and closer, she began to put on the white shirt of her school uniform, not bothering on putting on her bra.

She felt like something was watching, and she really just wanted to get to the lit corridor, modesty wasn’t this huge risk and is somebody actually saw her she wou-

Another soft splash, like someone shifting weights to move, relaxing the tensed muscles followed by a soft exhale was heard, only this time closer and around her left again, but from the front.

Auka knew that whoever this intruder was, he or she was obviously waiting to jump on her as she exited the bath room, so she did the only thing she could think of.

Grasping the bottle of body wash, she quickly hurled it to where she figured the originator of the sound was crouching down, and ran towards the door, her shirt still open, covering her nakedness by holding her underwear, socks, shoes and uniform against her front, already thinking of where she would run towards (straight down the hallway), what corner she would turn in (3rd one down the left), under which staircase she would hide (A-5 stairway, directly underneath the emergency access of the same denomination) and where was the closest phone to get some help (down the A-5 hall).

As she ran towards the door, her lips were already going backwards and forming the first syllables of the word ‘help’ to scream it as soon as she had walked out the hall when suddenly, something grabbed her from behind, a hand sneaking its way around her waist, while the other one was grabbing at her left wrist, tumbling towards the floor.

“Aaagh!”

The intruder used the momentum to push the redhead even more against the floor before her left arm was brought from underneath her, wrenching it forcefully to form a figure like the number “4”, the attacker’s body positioning itself on her back, pinning her other arm under the weight and forcing her more onto the floor while a thin cord was looped on her left wrist.

She tugged reflexively, and before she knew it, the cord was quickly tied around her neck in a single loop before the weight in her back shifted, knees digging into her shoulder blades as they lay on top of the bound hand, grabbing the other hand and quickly tying it as well.

“Say something Verdammt! What do you want?”

Asuka tried to scream, but the rope burned her throat, making it impossible for her to elicit anything more than a grunt and a whimper. As she kept trying to free her wrists, Asuka was now beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation. After minutes of struggling and soft grunts, she was now becoming exhausted and took a breather.

"What do you want from me?"

Asuka’s voice came out a forceful whisper, and the tight rope along with the strong hold on the back of her head prevented her from even turning around to get a good view at the assailant. The legs were encased in black cotton pants, but that was as far as she could see.

Asuka tugged again, flailing her hands around ineffectively behind her back as she felt whoever was on top shifting again his/her weight. She gave a half-hearted attempt to free her bound arms again, grunting when the rope dug deeper into her neck.

All there was to hear was the heavy breathing; synchronized at some points, half panting and dissonant at the other. As she turned her head in an attempt to look into the attacker’s eyes before moving a little to try and shake whoever it was from on top of her, in the process riding her shirt a bit over her ass.

It then dawned on Asuka that she was pretty much naked, save for wearing the thin cotton white shirt, damp and clinging to her body like a second skin. She saw in front of her the stripped white and pink bra and panties, strewn about with her uniform socks and loafers, her leather carrier opened with its contents of books and printouts spilling out, some of the pages free from the metal binder clips that had secured them whole.

"Why won't you say anything? What are you doing?" She asked as forcefully as she could, while the intruder pushed her head roughly against the floor, careful not to allow her any slack to move her neck.

Asuka got her answer in actions, not words, as the intruder reached forward and grabbed one of her socks, tying a knot in the middle of it.

She felt as the intruder’s legs scooted further towards her upper back, her arms pinned underneath, giving the silent attacker more leverage to press Asuka’s head with more force, before the other hand grabbed her panties, balling up the cotton garment into a tight ball, before one of the hands yanked her head forcefully up by the hairs, making her groan at the harsh treatment and immediately renewed her struggles.

The intruder simply pulled with more force, making Asuka open her mouth even more, feeling a soft pressure as her panties filled her mouth, nimble, long and thin fingers prodding within to pack as much as it could be packed, reducing to mere muffled grunts her shrieks for help.

This was followed quickly by the assailant’s hand on her mouth keeping the panties in, before the sock was pressed against her opened lips, tied tightly and digging deeply into the corner of her mouth.

He leaned against her, once again pushing her head down against the cold floor to keep his or her identity a mystery to Asuka’s eyes as a hand quickly grabbed the other sock, brushing against her cheek in the process.

Quickly, the sock was pulled against her eyes and, ignoring Asuka’s grunting pleas and mewled protest, proceeded to tie it behind her head, effectively blinding her.

As she tried to free herself, Asuka began to flail her hands and fingers, hoping to touch anything resembling a knot.

Instead, she heard a sharp air intake and noticed then this assailant was most definitely a he as her fingers touched faintly the obvious erection in his pants, before quickly trying to grasp at it and pull or do something, trying to get back in control.

The attacker simply smacked Asuka’s hand away and got off her. Instantly, Asuka quickly went to work, struggling, moaning and grunting as she tested her bonds and explored any way of escape.

He propped her up, forcing her to sit on her legs, her heels digging into her ass cheeks; one arm around her waist, pushing her against her back, his erection snug into her ass crack, as the other one began to undo the hastily buttoned white shirt partially covering her nude and wet body.

She trashed against her bonds, moving her head from one side to the other, moaning feeble protest and soft grunts that were supposed to be the word ‘No’, but felt how slowly the fingers begin to undo the buttons on her blouse, opening it and revealing Asuka’s breast to the cold air of the climate controlled hall.

As the wet fabric was opened and then parted before finally being taken over her shoulders, and as the two creamy round globes were freed and proudly displayed, Asuka shrieked into her gag.

As the hands reached the bottom of the blouse, his fingers slowly brushed against the top of her pussy, and he forced Asuka’s legs to part open, rubbing slowly against the hairy mound, pressing firmly against it but not into it.

The blouse was pulled off, pooling at her wrists, before Asuka felt more rope; the same cottony type of rope that was encircling her wrists, wrapping around her left arm and get knotted. Then, it was wrapped around her right arm, and with a quick pull, both her elbows were pulled toward each other, straining against her back, forcing her to arch her body.

The pain was unbelievable, and as much as she wanted to scream form it, Asuka could only mumble incoherently through her panty gag as he finished tying her elbows together.

She was surprised when she felt the ropes tying her wrists become undone slowly, as first the loops encasing her wrist then the one circling her neck were untied.

When she tried moving her arms, however, she noticed the reason he had tied her elbows tightly together, giving her no leverage to do anything but roll onto her back, had he not been sitting on top of her.

She felt as the shirt was taken of completely, leaving her as nude as the day she was born, before the attacker held her hands at the small of her back again, his crotch again less than a millimeter from her fingers.

Asuka moaned as her assailant wrapped the length of rope around her wrists again before loping it underneath it, tightly encircling them again. He pulled the ropes tight pulling and re-trying her wrists in one quick motion.

He got up and finally allowed Asuka to roll on to her back, grunting and huffing as she tried again to free herself, her eyes and her mouth encased in cotton. She felt him walk and grab her upper arms, forcing her into a seating position before he walked again and in front of her, without a doubt staring intently at her nude form as she struggled for freedom.

That bastard was getting an eyeful and Asuka began getting quite incensed.

She felt his breath against her skin as he knelt in front of him and she grunted and groaned, trying to get into his face, smelling the perspiration and obvious arousal from him.

Asuka surveyed mentally her predicament; she was nude, tied with her arms tightly behind her back and her elbows almost touching. She was gagged with her own panties and socks, while the other one was being used as a blindfold on her.

Yep. She was completely and utterly screwed.

As the hands of the intruder made their way to her waist, one left her a moment to return with another rope that it burrowed beneath her. Asuka was incredibly aware of the feel of the rope snugly around her slim waist.

During the process, the man’s hands had brushed past her exposed vaginal lips and the neatly trimmed reddish brown hair adorning her pussy. He kept tying and undoing, then retying the ropes again and again before slowly, almost reverently placing it with the out most care and precision on top of her pussy, taking great care in making sure her clit was resting directly underneath so that any small movement would make her painfully aware of the rope.

He pulled at it, digging it into her ass like a thong made of rope before tying it securely to the back of the rope on her waist, and using the length left to loop it around her already tied wrists.

Now Asuka couldn't get her arms to her sides at all, but at least she was still able to produce movement of her wrists that kept her hopes alive for escape.

Or so she thought.

The first twist of her wrist sent pressure onto the rope on her crotch as the rope wound its way around her wrists, holding them firmly together. Now she only had her legs free, and she was sure this would quickly be taken form her.

This thought made Asuka realize she was quite helpless; her struggles producing very little movement now.

Asuka felt a hand reach behind her shoulder, clamping onto her arm and pulling her upright, making her stand up. The sudden motion making her hands go up and pulling at her crotch rope, making her body shiver slightly. Her attacker then pushed her gently and Asuka grumbled, not moving another step.

She felt as the man began to pull at the rope on her crotch, and felt a coil of rope passing thru it, before she felt it being tied just below the one located on top of her pussy mound, immediately pushing towards the front. Asuka stifled a moan and after a quick forceful tug or two had no choice but to relent and walk towards where he was pulling her.

After walking several steps they stopped and Asuka feel a hand reach down to her leg, lifting it by the calf then place it on a step in front of her. Slowly Asuka climbed the step, noting in her mind the stretch of wooden planks beneath your feet.

They were back at the bathroom.

Before she could take another step, Asuka felt the hand circling around her arm, stopping her from walking further, before pressing on her shoulder, pushing her down.

Asuka grunted and wiggled her arms, before she felt again the sharp tug of the rope in her pussy; then she followed the hand guiding her, kneeling down; she then felt the hand press to the inside of her right thigh and begin to push it, opening it more and more; once it had been satisfied with the width, it changed legs and began pressing equally against her other leg in the same manner.

Asuka felt the blush and heat rushing thru her body at the same time she felt the air rush against her now spread open pussy, muffling and trashing against her bonds, not caring for the pain she felt as the cotton rope brushed violently against her clit.

The attacker did nothing, simply holding her tightly in the same position, not allowing her to get up or do anything else than trash in her place until her struggles became less and less vigorous, slowly becoming more and more tired; once she had mentally succumbed to the notion that she was captured, he slowly, oh so slowly undid the crotch rope, painfully and teasingly rubbing it against Asuka’s now lubricated pussy.

Carefully, the rope was left hanging from her waist, placed on top of her legs before he once again forced her legs, this time in a quick and violent motion apart, the lips being parted with the spreading of Asuka’s legs.

Asuka was clearly angry now; she huffed behind her gag, groaning and moaning, protests and swears and curses and threats coming out simply as murmurs and mewled sounds.

Slowly, he grabbed Asuka’s arms and pulled her up, again, this time digging his fingers softly at the redhead’s shoulders. Asuka shuddered as she felt her attacker ran her small, wet towel, still lingering with the sweet smell of her scented body wash over her shoulders, the swell of her neck in a caressing, almost lovingly way, rubbing gently towards her full breasts, ignoring the muffled protests.

Asuka stifled a moan as he carefully rubbed the base and sides, teasing her all the time, never touching Asuka’s aching nipples, but lightly massaging the breast all the way around it, making the redhead throw her head back at the sensation this was causing her feel. A reaction she berated and made her angry at herself for having, but never able to stop her body from shivering, or to mouth her protest past a few groaning moans.

He continued to wash her, scrubbing softly through the valley of her breast, slowly down her taut stomach, thru her navel, and around her crotch, slowly rubbing some more body wash on her red pubic curls,

The fingers slowly kept caressing Asuka’s body down to the front of her stretched vagina lips, again being sure to lightly touch the lips themselves. Playing lightly around the entire area, teasing her some more by tracing her outer lips, and letting the folds of the washcloth lightly touching the already hardening and throbbing nub of her clit, causing Asuka to feel a tingle coursing through her sex, yet giving her no satisfaction or gratification.

Asuka could feel the excitement begin to grow through her body, a pooling, slick liquid sensation on the tip of her stomach that began to spread lower and wider to the inner walls of her pussy. The hand forcing her to remain seated by pressing her against the body of the man that had captured her.

Asuka began to rock reflexively back and forth and side to side, wishing, almost forcing him to touch her. Slowly the fingers found their way back up to her breasts, kneading and teasing them before encasing the nipples of each breast and slowly playing with them.

Asuka groaned at the back of her throat, feeling the little nubs reacting, swelling and becoming firmer and harder with each passing flick.

Another moan escaped her when she felt his hands as they kept teasing them, exploring just how firm and hard they had become before pinching each one, alternating between the two, very hard; pinching and pulling them out with a firm grip, making Asuka moan and groan as she felt the distension of each tit, a deep throaty moan emanating from the pain exerted to her tender flesh.

She felt her pained nipples being let free by the fingers, releasing them form their torment before they were again rolled between the pad of his thumb and forefinger, flicking the tip ever so often while he gently rubbed at the entire breast with the rest of his hand and finger.

He then slowly made his way back down Asuka’s front with slow, lay motions, tracing a line with his right hand down the center of the ribcage while his left hand was now alternating pinching and teasing softly, almost lovingly her tits.

Slowly, ever so slowly he traced his fingers over her stomach, dipping it around her navel, making Asuka stifle a moan and a giggle behind her gag, until she groaned in frustration when he traced her opened sex, feeling the fingers first tracing the outer lips slowly, fingering the area around her clit teasingly before pushing between the lips of her nether lips.

First one finger, instantly coated in a thick, slick and oily liquid flowing freely from her pussy.

Then another, both finding their way inside her, deep inside and gently at first pushing in and out.

Asuka could feel the heat growing, her pussy feeling as if it were on fire yet wet at the same time, almost as if hot searing wax had been dripping into her now wet pussy…

Slowly, the pushing slowly increased in pressure, as well as force, transforming from a soft tender push into a forceful pumping before the hands touching her suddenly came to a complete stop, leaving the redhead to bellow into her gag a string of curses and muffled groans and moans in total frustration.

Slowly, the fingers began circling her nipples again, making her frustration go away, immediately replaced by the sharp, exquisite tingling feeling as they quickly become firm and erect with his touch.

He slowly, delicately outlined the aureole and the outside of the nipple as if he were outlining a work of art, slowly bringing thumb and forefinger together to encase the nipples, squeezing the mounds of flesh that contained them, pressing his fingers firmly around the nipples, pinching them hard.

Asuka let out a throaty moan of pain and pleasure, as he pulled his hands from her breasts, still keeping the nipples pressed firmly between his two sets of fingers and extending the tits outward, holding the pressure on her now tender nipples for about 30 seconds, something that felt closer to an hour for Asuka as the pain mixed with pleasure and satisfaction, making her notice the throbbing sensation at the base of her crotch, an oily warm liquid seeping between her thighs as he compressed the nipples and the tits tighter and tighter, making her tits feel like they were being pulled off, while her nipples felt like they were in a vice.

He kept this delicious torture, and Asuka could feel his erection getting bigger and bigger, teasing her ass still until the pressure became so unbearable for Asuka she let out a scream escape her mouth, her panties making it come out more like a moan before he finally released them and run the fingers slowly, lovingly over the aching nipples, slowly flicking them back and forth, while a the same time her kept rubbing the rest of the breast with light touches, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Slowly, his hands kept teasing at Asuka’s breast, before rubbing the underside slowly, the left one moving onto her upper stomach while the right one began to alternate between her tits. Asuka felt his hands move down her body, stopping at the base of her pussy mound, grabbing, teasing and softly patting the red curls in her open mound, twirling them slowly around the pubic hair before sliding into her opened lips, probing and poking around them, slowly dancing and playing with her outer lips like a fine instrument before sliding again inside.

Three fingers at once.

They pressed in and out, making Asuka rock her hips again, back and forth in an involuntary rhythm that slowly, sensuously took her back and forth. Her nether lips, almost as if they had a mind of their own, began clenching around the fingers, slowly, painfully pulling them deeper and deeper into her.

As the rocking motion increased, as the panting and huffing from her breath, as the moaning and groaning behind her panty filled mouth began to shorten in spans, and her body began to gain more and more momentum and push with more force against his body, Asuka didn’t care if the assailant noticed her obvious intention to get herself off, or if he knew just how oh, so very close in nearing her climax she was.

He burrowed his face in her neck again, and Asuka could feel the outline of his smile against her skin, and stifled another frustrated moan and shriek as she felt his fingers withdraw again, leaving her without a lingering touch, just sliding cleanly form her.

Asuka couldn’t help but moan through her gag, pleading without words to be finished off.

But it didn’t happen; he didn’t care. It was close her fulfillment, her necessities, were not even something he would acknowledge.

Asuka’s frustration began to get the best of her, her eyes were shut tightly, and she could feel hot tears of frustration pooling inside.

She had to get off.

She needed to get off!

So she began to move her knees closer together in the hopes of satisfying herself, pressing her thighs tightly together, feeling her pussy clench.

Before she felt a sudden pain; a sharp sting on her pussy.

His fingers slapped sharply between her lips, catching the throbbing head of her clit, making the red head moan in pain, as well as a little excitement.

She had never felt this rush before; she had played with herself, despite remembering her grandmothers words that only dirty bad girls did so, she had feel the tingle of th shower on her pussy, the soft ripple of a Jacuzzi tub in her crotch, but nothing was quite like this feeling of rush coursing through your wet pussy.

Again a resounding smack, hitting her squarely on her aching mound made her yelp and groan behind her gag, hitting the tender, throbbing aching flesh, making the frustrated captured redhead quickly spread her legs wide open again.

Slowly, methodically, the fingers made their way again to her pussy, again stopping by the short and curly pubic hairs, again faintly tracing the outlines of her outer lips, making the red head throw her head back, enjoying the wet sensation on them as if they were tracing the outline of a wet cup, the low, appreciative hum emerging from Asuka’s throat resembling the same hum one would get from a semi filled cup.

He thumbed patiently at her clit, rubbing it harshly, faster, harder, quicker circular motions bursting though Asuka’s senses, overriding pain and pleasure into a sweet, singular sensation until she saw herself, almost in a disembodied state, rocking to the pleasure it brought, again so near the climax her breathing came out panting and ragged, her nostrils flaring as her mouth gnawed at the cotton keeping her panties within, trying to moan, to groan, to thrust and pull and keep it up feeling like she could hardly stand it.

But the fingers, as if knowing and sensing her excitement, her imminent orgasm, once again withdrew from her.

Asuka’s frustration was mounting, her eyes were wet; be it with tears of pain and pleasure and frustration, or sweat from her damp body, the salty smell of perspiration on her she didn’t know and could care less.

After being left alone for a good five minutes in her frustration, he began to slowly pull the groaning red head up from her kneeling position, and she could hardly keep herself standing up, half heartedly trying to pull away from her attacker who simply pressed her against his chests, his erection throbbing, and in a faint corner of her mind, Asuka could almost smile seeing he was as unfulfilled as she was in her current state.

Once on her feet, he pulled her by the elbow, making Asuka stand stubbornly her ground, angrily moaning and groaning, ‘mmphming’ her frustration, hoping that he would once again tie the other rope through her pussy and pull, right now settling for at least that friction to get her off.

But he simply gripped her elbow tighter and began to walk slowly , giving the red head no choice but to slowly walk in the direction, taking the first few steps carefully with her thighs still clenched tightly, as well as from stiffness for having been knelt for so long.

He let go of her and Asuka tried to gather her bearings; the light was faintly passing through the cotton of the sock used as a blindfold, but she could only make out the general silhouette of her attacker kneeling down, getting up with something in his hands.

She tried to turn towards what she hoped was the general direction of the door before she felt his vice-like grip again on her biceps, then on her shoulders, the hands now began to rub gently down her body, easing her down, and as the back of her lower thighs made contact she realized he wanted her to sit in one of the small stools used for taking a shower.

However, when Asuka sat, she felt a missing piece; it felt like a tall "U" shaped rectangular piece of plastic, and as she was forced down on it, Asuka realized it was sturdy, despite having no front or back, she also felt a warm, wet breeze passing thru her exposed pussy and ass crack, as it was hanging freely.

It was then that she realized she was sitting in a sukebe chair

She felt as he forced her to sit in it, pushing her as far as she could go, making Asuka bend her knees and legs until she could feel her heels almost touching her hips, before feeling as he wrapped a coil of rope on her left ankle, tying it tightly to the side, before doing the same to her right ankle as well.

She then felt as he slid a short wooden pole, probably one of the small mops that were lying around in between the back of her knees, before she felt another piece of rope coiling around, above and below her knees, securing them in an open, spread position.

When Asuka attempted to wiggle her way, to see if there was any slack, hoping against hope, she found she could hardly move at all; all she could slightly move was her hips, the position she was in now leaving even more opened and vulnerable to any other tease and action from her attacker who had yet to utter a word.

When he finished, ignoring Asuka’s crying and muffled pleas, he once again began to leisurely run his hands on her shoulders and back, once again using the washcloth to give her another bath, only this time he was clearly taking his time, lovingly stroking her, slowly kneading and teasing her body, her abused tits, her pussy desperately wanting, but still unable to get off.

His fingers probed and dug into Asuka’s body slowly, teasingly, before his hands once again were around her fabulous tits, rubbing and squeezing, slowly bringing them back alive before slowly inching towards her distressed pussy, again rubbing it slowly, ignoring the uncontrollable sobs of pain and frustration and need of the captured red head, rubbing and pressing deep within her.

Asuka’s sobs slowly began to turn into pleasure filled moans as her clit began to garner more and more attention from her attacker, a hand still playing with her nipples, going from teasing one to pinching the other, causing the frustrated captive to thrash about as much as her bonds could allow her to.

As she reached closer and closer the edge, the fingers began playing with her breasts like one would play with a guitar, a pluck here, a distended stretch there; more and more attentive to the hardened nubs, pinching them firmly and hard, the pain careening through Asuka’s body from the severe manner her tits and nips were being used.

And much to the surprise of the red head, she could also feel as the excitement began to grow, finding it’s way into her pussy, brings her even closer to the edge.

Just then all the action stopped again.

Once more she had been teased into the breaking point.

Once more she could feel, she could almost see the smirking face of the asshole, feeling it against her sweat and water drenched hair.

And once more she trashed and threw herself forward in the hopes of find the fingers that were fucking and teasing and bringing her into a pleasure so unlike the one she had felt; to have them inside to satisfy her much needed and desired release.

She felt his presence slowly get up, the soft splashing sound as his feet made contact with the condensed water at the floor, before the loud metallic click of the door being closed was heard.

The silence was total; gathering form and becoming part of the room, encasing Asuka’s senses and her very body. She moaned and groaned thru the cotton in her mouth, trying to close her legs in any way possible.

Partly to cover her shame; partly to get herself off.

She was left hanging like this, and her mind began to wander.

She thought about being left like this, if whoever the bastard that did this to her was going to come back and finish her or if he had lost interest.

A soft snort and weak chuckle made it clear Asuka was really sure this wasn’t the case, after all, who would get tired of her, the great Asuka Langley Sohryu, especially after having her like this; bound, gagged, unable to defend herself or stop anyone from taking advantage, to even plead or say anything to make them stop.

She thought for a moment the chances of someone, anyone finding her like this; Misato or Kaji, or Akagi or Section 2; hell, even Shinji, and how utterly and completely humiliated beyond belief she would be if they did.

How she would want to die.

She was left like that; hanging for several minutes, without his touch, making Asuka’s fear grow more and more, not knowing if her attacker had left the room or not, before she suddenly felt a soft moisture on her pubic mound, fingers slowly, erotically, beginning to massage over the mound in a careful pattern.

Before those same fingers began to probe at her spread pussy again.

Asuka moaned in surprise and relief as they found her aching clit, slowly teasing it until once again it stood erect and firm, before slowly the fingers slid into her still wet cunt, pressing deep inside once more, making Asuka moan behind her gag before once again attempting to thrust her hips forward.

His hand went around her waist once more, and somewhere in the back of her head, Asuka realized her attacker had gotten naked as well, his throbbing erection now free form his pants and teasing the palms of her tied hands at her back.

He nuzzled against her, whimpering as her finger tips brushed against the tip of his cock, before he eased her slowly into her back, making Asuka stifle a groan of pain and surprise as she felt his erection now poking against her left cheek, her head in his lap.

Something began to pull lightly at her pubic hair, a soft, scrapping motion that at the same time scratched against her skin, and lifted some sort of crackling foam, and it was then that Asuka realized her pussy was being shaved clean.

She wanted to scream, to jerk away, but she realized then why he had placed her in this position:

She could not close her legs.

She could not move away,

All she could do was rock her hips from side to side but fear of being cut by the razor made Asuka stay perfectly still, hating deep down what he was doing to her.

To Asuka, having her pussy shaved to look like that of a child of ten or so was humiliating; being shaved clean was something so vile, so degrading; so embarrassing since Asuka had been so proud once she had noticed her mound was growing hair; it meant she was finally an adult, now both in spirit and body; she prided herself of that, neatly trimming her perfect bush, her adult woman hood.

But as she felt the loving tenderness with which he was taking the red hairs away, leaving her pussy bare for him to see she couldn’t help but feel aroused and begin to get more and more wet, the slick juice pooling at the part underneath the Sukebe chair.

Finally after several more dabbing and scraping, and some teasing and pinching, Asuka felt a warm cloth rubbing over her now barer pubic mound, before fingers soaked in an oily solution began rubbing gently over her now very sensitive pussy, slowly work the oily sweet scented liquid into the freshly shaved area; ever so often, the fingers pressing down between the spread open lips, tease at Asuka’s still erect and achingly throbbing clit, then back up to pet the oil into the shaved pussy once more.

Suddenly, she felt a warm wetness around it as he began to lick and tease and bite the distressed right nipple, leaning down to suck and nip at her, teasing the nipple, and she felt how it stood out proud and ready against the soft muscle of his tongue, as it rolled around and below and above the nub.

Once again, Asuka felt him move as her breath came out in gasp and pants before she felt his fingers reaching up again, playing with her nipples, groaning in pleasure as they reacted quickly, becoming hard and erect thanks to the skill full touching of a maestro once more, and while the fingers played with her right nipple, teasing and kneading and pinching it stiff, the other hand squeezing the base of the breast, forces the nipple to protrude even more, before both hands released her.

Asuka gasped for air between the packing of her mouth, a sharp intake coming thru her nose, as she wondered, exhausted when this would all end, it felt like hours, like age since he had began to do things to her that were so utterly wrong, yet she cold not deny that strange feeling of arousal she felt as well.

She heard him walking a short distance towards the back, before she felt his looming presence against her back, and then, suddenly, she jerked back in surprise as he pressed a small, rubbery oval against her breast , and it began to vibrate at a blinding, rapid speed.

Asuka moaned and trashed her head, trying desperately now to get up, to twist and turn and get free as his hand slowly began to tease the nipple with the small item, as it continued to buzz, blindingly, making her feel an itch she just need to scratch, driving her crazy and making her mind turn hazy, making the red head moan and grunt as the vibrator began to make the nipple stand erect once more.

He moved over to the wet sweaty red head, the vibrating little item still firmly pressed into her tit and in his hand. She heard a ripping sound and felt the small egg shaped vibrator as it was pressed even tighter still, before she felt a sharp pain on her breast, small little teeth biting into her nipples, securing the vibrator pressed against her, sitting snuggly against it, still rapidly and furiously teasing her, every quick movement making the pinching feel more and more constricted against her tit.

The same was done to her other tit, in the exact same manner; his mouth slowly teasing it into erection, lick and tease and small bites and nips as his tongue masterfully made it stand tall; Asuka tried to will it to stay down but she was no longer in control of her body, and soon, the second vibrator was also tapped against her left breast.

She moaned and groaned, trashed her head from side to side, before his hands were instantly on her head, holding it onto his lap, easing into her hair in a calming manner, a soft shushing sound coming from him, and suddenly once the initial pain and surprise had died down, Asuka could feel that the feeling, while severe, was less than the pinching from his fingers.

Yes; it was constant and every time she moved and the movement reached her tits, it hurt some, but the pain caused even more excitement in Asuka’s already overflowing pussy; the pressure unbelievable for her, and Asuka could only marvel as it dawned on her she never knew she could become so stimulated just from her nipples being pinched and vibrated so unyielding, the feeling so firm and constant.

Once again, like a classical guitar player, his fingers began to play with her, to pinch the underside, and the sides of her tits, making her pinching nipples uncomfortable aware of the heightening sensation in them as the pain Asuka now felt began to streaks through them again, the fingers drawing attention to the nubs.

She closed tightly her eyes as the two egg shaped objects, continued to buzz away, causing her to gasp and begin to moan while arching her back due to the sensations. She gnawed at the gag, stifling her moans as the two little vibrators which were pulling and stimulating her nipples gave her the most intense of sensations, as his fingers kept playing with her tits, heightening the sensation of them, the pain Asuka was now feeling was becoming mixed with her own pleasure addled mind, as both sensations ran through her body and mind again and again and again, as the fingers draw attention to them before one of the hands retreated.

A finger reached down and began to massage the tip of Asuka’s clit, rubbing the head thoroughly, slowly, teasingly with a slick oily sensation, maybe from her own sweat and juices, maybe from his own slowly tracing around the outside and the inside before finally pulling away.

The red head let out a sharp gasp as she suddenly felt warmth around her crotch; warmth that quickly became heat and that quickly escalated into an unbearable aching smoldering hotness spreading from within her clit, as whatever he had just rubbed there began to get warmer and warmer. She moaned form the impact this had inside her body, making her ache as she felt a second orgasm rushing forward through her body.

He took of her blindfold, and the bright lights of the ceiling’s light blinded her eyes, now accustomed to the darkness before his hand cupped her face, forcing her not to move and Asuka squinted her eyes, the seat and the water burning into them as she tried to make out what he was holding in front of her.

She could make out his hand holding a large egg shaped object and swallowed hard as she felt as he placed it between her spread opened legs, her back pressed against his chest as he held her head , his free hand placed over her eyes, and pushing her down against his lap as he placed the vibrator to sit snuggly against her clit. Asuka felt the plastic being pressed into her spread open pussy, slowly teasing in and out and around the lips and the clit and the mound, the soft, freshly shaved crotch being teased by the lowest of hums.

And finally with a stifled moan, a gasp and an inward explosion, Asuka was released from the pain.

She felt her inside you explode with the first orgasm since this ordeal, all the pent up and stored frustration slowly ebbing away from within her legs as she felt herself becoming limper and weaker, her body shaking uncontrollably from the tremor of the little death.

The vibrator was kept pressed against her still searing hot clit, and Asuka was now more aware of the rubbing friction into her clit, as the aching pinching that moved on her tits almost as if the two sensations began to reach forth and use her body as a conduit to teach each other through her nerves and skin, pressed deep within her, the warmth of the clit contrasting with the coolness of the air the red head’s body still excited as she began to feel the building of another orgasm flowing through her body.

He kept the ministrations on Asuka’s aching pussy, clearly enjoying himself as he heard the red heads moans and groans of pleasure before he slowly eased her into a sitting position once again, letting go of her body, and allowing Asuka to slump forward, her extended knees touching her aching tits.

Asuka kept flowing from one orgasm to another, stimulated by the artificial, vibrating little nubs buzzing away at her nipples, making the pinching sensation all the more powerful, as she felt the vibrating against her pussy, rubbing into her clit and lips.

She felt another orgasm begin to form within her, the heat cream on her clit making it feel first warm, and searing hot before the air made the damp cloth touching the hard nub feel cold and wet.

Fingers flicked at her pinched tits and this sent Asuka into another wave of orgasms, her body dripping wet from the combination of perspiration, water and cum.

She was suddenly aware that her attacker now only held her by her waist, letting her body rock, as it was brought from one delicious orgasm to another to another; time became something abstract, something she could no longer kept track of since her higher brain functions were being assaulted by her senses.

At some point in time, he had untied her legs form the stool. Asuka, however, was too tired from the pleasures to notice.

When she felt her attacker pushing her up, she could hardly walk; her knees felt like jell-o, her legs like wet noodles, slippery and rubbery and as soon as he raised her over the tub and made her stand, Asuka’s legs gave away, and if it hadn’t been for him holding onto her she would have crashed into the floor.

Asuka felt as he suddenly lifted her, picking her up like a husband would a bride about to pass the threshold of a new home; carrying and placing her on something, a soft, cushiony feeling, like a pillow or a spread futon against her back.

His hand reached to her nipples, brushing her tits before removing the pinching devices, taking some time to rub the abused little nipples, making her groan once more, a groan of exhaustion, of frustration that her body could no longer keep up, a groan at herself for allowing her body to be so easily riddled up, even while her mind kept asking for more and more, while her aching and sore arms and tits and pussy asked for a moment of peace and rest.

The last thing Asuka could remember as sleep began to claim her, promising a sound rest for this was the first time Asuka could remember ever being so filled and fulfilled sexually, was her attacker began to undo the binds, that still kept her tied and then began to undo the gag, slowly, opening her mouth, his finger brushing at her lips while extracting the saliva soaked panties

All she could see was the smile in his face, soft lightly tanned skin and a fresh round face.

And the darkest blue eyes she could remember, crowned with dark chestnut colored hair.

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“Wake up idiot!”

Shinji opened his eyes and saw he was still inside the entry plug, his hands shoved tightly against his crotch, his dick pulsing and throbbing against the vinyl of his plug suit, his legs clamped fiercely around the instrument panel, the inner thighs rubbing against the cold, slick metal, lubricated by the LCL. Asuka looked at him from the HUD display with a smirk, her eyebrow arching as if she had seen something amusing only for her to see

“Finally you wake up! I have been calling you for about 20 minutes now.” The red head began in her commanding whinny voice. “Misato and Akagi had to leave to go to a meeting and she told me to tell you we were supposed to go back to the apartment.”

“I- I was it was a dream?” Shinji asked himself softly, his mind still trying to gain it’s bearings after the vivid dream where he had dominated his red headed room mate, and how good it had felt, how natural it had seemed for him to have Asuka controlled like that; to tease and torture her and make her co-

“Are you all right? You look red.” Shinji asked as he turned to look at the red head who looked flushed.

“Of course I’m all right Baka!” Asuka replied glaring at him as fiercely as she could. “I bet you were having some hentai fantasy about ravishing me like all those perverted Japanese comic books you have.”

Shinji sputtered and attempted to say something when he saw the look she was giving him, the sudden notice that the conversation was private flashing across the screen.

“Yeah, maybe barging into my room and tying me up and gagging me so you could then begin to lick and tease my body…” She continued in a breathy voice. “So how about it Shinji…” Asuka began as a tone so sultry and teasing made his dick become instantly hard again. “Wanna tie me up and have your way with me?”

Asuka was sure he would grow redder and sputter some type on annoying denial when he simply looked at her and his eyes seemed to be clouded with lust and desire and he opened his mouth and breathed out a simple “Ye-“

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Asuka woke up with a start, catching the scream that was threatening to erupt from her throat as she blinked in confusion, willing her brain to come back on line; she could still feel her tongue dry and stuffy, almost as if it had chewed on fabric for god knows how long.

Her wrists and arms were aching, as were her breast. Her clit held a familiar damp warmth that was coming from between her legs, where she ran her trembling hand, still feeling numb and lacking circulation.

She shut her eyes hard and tried to remember everything, slowly opening her eyes to review the familiar ceiling of her room, before a buzzing sound to her upper right made her look bleary eyed at her clock.

5:58 a.m.

Asuka stifled a groan, before the ache on her pussy and her tits made her remember the vivid dream, how real it had all felt; the cotton in her mouth, the numbness of her wrists; her pinioned arms and the masterful hand slowly teasing her nipples and all of her breast, every square inch of her body and her aching cleft.

She stopped before noticing one of her hands was underneath her loose tank top, already cupping her breast, holding the nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger.

Just like he had in her dream.

Her other hand was buried into her pussy, the elastic of both her pale blue shorts and panties digging into the back.

Just like his in her dream.

And as Asuka allowed herself to be a bad dirty girl for just this moment, silently thinking she would have to make her shower quicker thanks to this morning activity, she smiled to herself, silently mouthing the name of her male roommate while she turned over to scream his name into her pillow. Already stuffed and packing her mouth.

Just like she did in her dream.

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End of “Control; Wanting it.”