The Manga Girl (11 page)

     
They left the mall, and when they passed the train station, Lucy paused under a tall steel pole, atop of which were perched what looked like three red aluminum kites.

     
“It was built by Susumi Shingu and it’s called
Gift of the Wind
,” she said. “I wrote a paper on it for college.”

     
“I don’t get it,” said Nick, gazing up at the peculiar modern sculpture.

     
“When it’s windy, it flies,” Lucy said, and as she spoke, the wind did indeed pick up and the metallic kites began to tumble and twirl above them. Another gust swept across the station forecourt, lifting Lucy’s dress and exposing the red g-string nestling between the cheeks of her ass. A hobo sitting on a nearby bench whooped his approval and Lucy giggled and took Nick’s hand.

     
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”
 

     
They walked together down Massachusetts Avenue, past Radio Shack, Hollywood Express, Zing’s Pizza, Stellabella Toys, Burlington Coat Factory, endless stores, restaurants, gyms and banks, with Lucy turning heads all the way to Cambridge Common. As they entered the park, Lucy said, “I’m glad you met my family. I think they liked you.”

     
With a sudden wave of euphoria, Nick realized that this was finally real, and any niggling doubts finally evaporated - this crazy Asian bombshell really was his girlfriend.

     
Lucy sat astride one of the abandoned British cannons inside the park and demanded Nick take some pictures with his cell phone. While he was snapping away, Lucy’s own cell rang and she swung off the cannon and began talking in Japanese. As she spoke, she walked towards a line of trees and Nick followed, detecting a note of anger in her voice.

     
When they reached the trees, Lucy hung up and Nick asked, “Everything okay?”

     
Lucy looked at him testily, her bottom lip out.

     
Uh-oh,
thought Nick.

     
“That was my dad,” Lucy said.

     
“Problem?”

     
“He wants to know why I’m living with a Caucasian guy.”

     
“He doesn’t approve?”

     
“I told you he was old-fashioned.”

     
“What did you tell him?”

     
“I told him to mind his own fucking business,” Lucy frowned and looked around. “I need to pee.”

     
She disappeared around the back of a small utility building. Nick leaned against a tree and waited. As it was a Monday, the park was not overly crowded, mostly moms with toddlers and a few young couples. A few minutes passed, and Nick said, “Lucy?”

     
There was no answer, and Nick called her name again.

     
Finally, Lucy said, “Come around here.”

     
Nick went around to the back of the building and found himself in a small clearing hidden by bushes, which was just as well - Lucy had taken off her dress and was standing there in just her g-string and sandals.

     
“Lucy! What the hell are you doing?” Nick whispered.

     
Lucy didn’t respond, just looked at him with that now-familiar expression.

     
Oh boy.

     
Still looking into Nick’s eyes, Lucy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her g-string and slowly pulled it down over her thighs and then stepped out of it. Nick gazed at her bald, pouting mound, her flat belly, and her pear-shaped breasts and got an instant erection. He went to her and placed his hands on her breasts, rubbing his thumbs gently over her chocolate nipples, teasing them to attention.

     
He ran his hands over her back and then down to her ass and he squeezed her soft cheeks. Lucy had Nick’s zipper down and his rigid cock popped out of his pants. She gripped it and began milking his shaft. Placing the tip of his penis against her tight slit, she put her arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. With his cock still rubbing against her pussy, Nick walked them to the building and pressed her up against the wall. He reached down and found his cock and edged it inside her, feeling her hot petals parting, and then he put both hands on her waist and eased her down onto himself.

     
They kissed, open mouthed, Lucy gripping him tightly with her thighs, and locking her ankles, and they began to work up a rhythm. Nick could hear people talking and laughing in the park, and the sounds of distant traffic and birdsong - everyday life going on around them while they fucked with abandon in the open air.

     
Lucy’s tongue thrashed around inside Nick’s mouth, her breath warm, their saliva mingling. She squeezed her vaginal passage around Nick’s pumping cock, her back sliding up and down against the wall. She came quickly, shaking and groaning into Nick’s throat, her legs clenched tight around him, her hands grasping his hair. Then Nick came too, a powerful spurt deep inside her. Lucy threw her head back, banging it against the brickwork, and Nick shot inside her again, unable to restrain a deep moan.

     
They heard footsteps on the other side of the building and they remained coupled together, breathing hard. The footsteps stopped and they waited. Lucy began rocking gently on Nick’s cock again and he said “Ssh,” quietly into her ear.

     
Lucy’s started laughing and increased her grinding action, incredibly stimulating Nick to another full erection. She began rotating her hips, seeking the best position for her own pleasure, and finding it, climaxed again with a shrill gasp.

     
A voice from the other side of the building said, “Is everything okay in there?”

     
Nick’s heart leaped and he tried to pull away, but Lucy still had him in a vice-like grip. He looked at her pleadingly, but she smiled at him and then called out, “Yes, thanks. Never felt better.”

C
hapter Fifteen

     
Lucy started sleeping in Nick’s bedroom, using her own for storage and painting. One evening, Nick came into her room and watched as she worked on one of her manga girls.

     
 
“How’s it going?” Lucy asked without looking up. This was a very different Lucy. When she was focused on her art, nothing else seemed to matter. Nick cupped his hands over her breasts and stroked his thumbs over her nipples. He rested his chin on the crown of her head as he watched her paint. Her hair smelled of coconut.

     
“Taking a break,” he replied. “I want to show you something.”

     
Her concentration broken, Lucy looked up at him with just a trace of annoyance.

     
“Okay,” she sighed. “I guess I could use a break too.”

     
Nick led her downstairs and out into the backyard. It was a warm evening and the setting sun lit up Lucy’s face. Nick opened the door to his basement workshop and Lucy followed him inside. Against the near wall, Nick had set up a desk, drawers and shelves.

     
“It doesn’t make sense to be closeted in your room when there’s plenty of space down here,” he said.

     
Lucy looked at her new workspace and then at Nick’s bench on the far side.

     
“It’s like a dungeon,” she said. Her gaze fell upon the shelves of Nick’s carvings and she walked slowly along, examining and touching.

     
“They’re beautiful,” she said. “Why didn’t you tell me you were an artist?”

     
“I’m not. I’m a carpenter.”

     
Lucy shook her head. “No, this is
art
.”

     
She turned around and walked over to the ‘tetra frame’, which had now grown almost to the ceiling. Putting her hands on one of the struts she looked up at the criss-crossing wooden beams and asked, “What is it?”

     
“I don’t know,” Nick said sheepishly. “I started by putting lengths of wood together and let it take me where it wanted. It’s kind of going by itself now.”

     
“Is it alive?” Lucy asked, and then to Nick’s amazement, she bent down and somehow managed to contort her body inside the frame. She looked out at him through the struts as if she was trapped.

     
“It’s got me,” she whimpered.

     
Nick laughed and helped her wriggle back out. Lucy walked across to Nick’s workbench and examined his current work-in-progress. He had refined the shape of the nude woman and it was almost done.

     
“Is this me?” Lucy ran her fingertips over the carving, tracing its fluid curves.

     
“I guess it is.”

     
“Her ass is wider than mine,” she said.

     
“I’m working on that.”

     
Lucy approached Nick and draped her arms over his shoulders. She looked up at him and said, “So you want to move me into your dungeon?”

     
“I think it would be nice, yes.”

     
“Okay, on one condition.”

     
“Which is?”

     
“There are some things I want you to make for me.”

***

     
Nick was on the can when he heard the front door slam and then Lucy pounding up the stairs. She tried the door handle and then shouted, “Open up!”

     
“Just give me a second,” Nick said, flushing the toilet.

     
“Now!” Lucy cried. “I have to go.”

     
“Okay, okay,” Nick pulled up his pants and opened the door.

     
“It’s too late,” Lucy said petulantly.

     
Nick looked at her. She was dressed in a short plaid skirt and a cream blouse and her piss was running down the insides of her thighs and onto her tennis shoes. She raised her eyebrows and poked out her tongue.

     
“Alright,” Nick said. He reached over and raised her skirt. She was wearing frilly violet briefs. Nick took the waistband with his free hand and pulled them down. When they reached her feet, Lucy obediently stepped out of them. Nick held up the soaked garment and then balled it in his fist.

     
“Now
you
open up,” he said.

     
Lucy kept her lips closed and stared at him defiantly. Nick grabbed her nose and pinched her nostrils together. She started to go a little red in the face but didn’t pull away. After a few seconds, Lucy opened her mouth with a gasp and Nick stuffed the damp underwear in. She made a muffled protest and snorted heavily through her nose but she didn’t attempt to spit them out.

     
“Downstairs,” Nick commanded, and he led her down into the basement. As Lucy had requested, Nick had been busy. It hadn’t taken him very long to fit out the room. In the center was a narrow bench with leather straps attached to the legs. Nearby was a small wooden cage, and above, metal chains with cuffs hung from the central beam. It was rudimentary, but Lucy had her dungeon, and judging from the glint in her eye, she was impressed.

     
“Strip,” said Nick.

     
Lucy looked at him sullenly, and then, her cheeks still bulging, began to undress. Nick watched as she unbuttoned the blouse and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a violet bra which matched the panties in her mouth. She reached around and unhooked the strap and then took it off. Finally, she unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it and stood before him, naked expect for her shoes and socks.

     
Nick guided her over to the bench and laid Lucy onto her stomach, spreading her arms and legs down the stanchions. He knelt down and secured the straps around her ankles and wrists and then he stepped back to enjoy the view. He had calculated Lucy’s size perfectly. She was bent forward, ass in the air, breasts dangling either side of the thin bench, her chin resting in an indentation at the front. Any movement other than her fingers and toes was impossible. Lucy made an unintelligible sound through her wet gag and tried unsuccessfully to turn her head.

     
Nick went over to Lucy’s desk and consulted her sketch book - the wide-eyed cartoon girl she had drawn was secured exactly the same way as Lucy. So far so good. He turned the pages and studied the unfolding punishment scene.
The lady certainly has a fertile imagination!
he thought.

     
In one of the drawers, Nick found a cotton flannel, a metal ruler, and a ribbed vibrator.
Where the hell did she get this?
He gathered up the items, dragged over a stool, and sat with his face directly behind her opened thighs. Although he had her drawings to refer to, Nick would have to provide the commentary himself.
      

     
He picked up the flannel and said, “First we’re going to have to clean up our naughty little manga girl.”

     
Using his index finger, Nick touched the material against Lucy’s pussy lips. Her body tensed at his contact and she emitted a stifled squeal. Slowly, teasingly, Nick began wiping the flannel up and down Lucy’s slit. He could hear her breathing harder through her nose as he teased her labia, increasing his strokes up to her tiny asshole, then back down over her quim and finally cupping her mound. After a few minutes of his caresses, Lucy’s lips had become quite moist and swollen.

     
“Mustn’t forget the inside,” he said, and poked the material between her lips with his finger. Lucy’s moans were quite audible through her panty-gag now, and she strained at her bonds trying to push herself back onto his finger. The musky smell of Lucy’s aroused cunt was affecting Nick and his cock was rapidly getting hard. He pulled his intruding finger out of Lucy’s vagina and picked up the ruler. Standing up, Nick laid the cold steel against Lucy’s bare buttocks.

     
“Now Lucy gets punished for pissing in her panties,” Nick said.

     
He laid the first stroke in the center of her ass, spanning both cheeks, the metal making a resounding slapping sound. Then he began steadily beating her with the ruler, not overly hard, but enough to turn her ass cheeks a bright ruddy pink color. Lucy was making light grunting sounds, but she wasn’t screaming. Between her chapped cheeks, her pussy lips were now glistening with her juices.

     
Nick felt a sudden intoxicating rush as he worked on Lucy’s rear end. He understood that he had total control over this girl now - emotionally and physically. The implications both excited and appalled him. What had she turned him into? What was he capable of? And would he ever be able to stop?

     
Lucy’s protestations had grown more urgent and Nick stopped the thrashing and looked. Her buttocks were bright red all over, she was clenching her fingers, and her dangling tits were heaving.

     
Shit!

     
 
Nick went around to the front and saw there were tears in Lucy’s eyes. He pulled the panties from her mouth and she let out a puff of air.

     
“Oh God!” she groaned.

     
“Do you want me to untie you?” Nick asked.

     
Unable to shake her head, Lucy panted, “No, you idiot!”

     
Okay.

     
A trickle of saliva escaped her lips and Nick squatted down and wiped her face with her panties. She looked at him with glazed eyes.

     
“What does Lucy want then?” he said.

     
“Fuck me now!” she shouted.

     
Nick grinned and said, “Ask nicely.”

     
“
Please
fuck me!”

     
Nick patted her on the head and went back to her business end.

     
He switched on the vibrator and touched it lightly against her pussy lips.

     
“Not that!” Lucy yelled. “I want your cock in me!”

     
Nick ignored her pleas and began trailing the trembling sex toy up and down her juicy folds, causing Lucy to emit an anguished squeal. His cock straining against his pants, he placed the tip of the vibrator against Lucy’s anus.

     
“No!” she cried.

     
Nick let it rest there, watching with fascination as her wrinkled hole opened and closed. Then he lowered the vibrator and, parting her lips with his other hand, slowly pushed it inside her.

     
“Unh! Nick!” Lucy moaned.

     
Gently, he eased the vibrator in and out of Lucy’s pussy. She wasn’t talking anymore, just gasping and whining. Her cunt was soaking wet, her labia, red and swollen. Then she arched her back, clenched her buttocks, and with a high-pitched cry, squirted a projectile of cunt juice over Nick’s hand.