Runaway Toys

The name is Roger, i'm a foreigner from america who live in japan for 2 years long for a work. I'm just a black man with muscular build and handsome face who live alone in small house, i thought i will be alone forever but guess i was wrong. One evening, as the streetlights flickered to life outside, a soft knock echoed through the quiet hallway of my apartment. I peered through the peephole, unsure of what to expect. A young girl with long brown hair, looking no older than 18, huddled against the doorframe, her eyes wide with fear and desperation.

"Please, let me in," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I-I have nowhere else to go."

I hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door. She slipped inside, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for a safe haven. Her clothes were torn and dirty, and she smelled faintly of rain. "What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.

"I-I ran away from home," she stuttered, her hands trembling. "My parents... they didn't understand me."

"Sounds like a huge problem, but what's really happened ?." while go to the kitchen, make a cup of hot tea for her. She followed me, still shivering from the cold. I could see the fear in her eyes, and the way she held herself suggested she had been through something terrible.

Her eyes lit up a bit as I handed her the tea. "Thank you," she murmured, taking a sip. "My... my name is Kisumi. I'm 18, I swear. I just couldn't take it anymore. They wanted me to be someone I'm not. To hide who I am."

"Well, usual problem that every kid had felt before." while make another one for myself. "Why don't you just go to grandpa or grandma instead ?." I suggested while sipping my tea.

Kisumi's gaze fell to the floor. "They passed away," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It's just been me and my parents for a long time. And now..." She trailed off, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

I felt a pang of pity for the girl. "Look, you can stay here for the night. It's not much, but it's dry and safe." I offered, setting down my tea. "You can take the couch."

Kisumi's eyes snapped up to meet mine, a mix of gratitude and wariness in her gaze. "I-I can't pay you back," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No need to payback, just make yourself comfort." while go to the wardrobe and grab a blanket, "Here, make yourself warmer." I handed her the blanket, trying to put her at ease. She took it gratefully, wrapping it around her shivering form.

As she curled up on the couch, I couldn't help but notice the way her chest heaved with each breath she took. Her i-cup breasts strained against the fabric of her shirt, and I felt a strange, unwelcome tightening in my gut. I quickly averted my gaze, telling myself it was just the cold that was making her shiver so.

"Thank you," Kisumi whispered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I-I'll be okay."

I nodded, trying to hide the doubt I felt. Her story was too common, and I had seen too many runaways fall into the wrong hands. "Just get some rest," I said, forcing a smile. "We'll figure something out tomorrow."

Kisumi nodded, her eyes closing slowly as the warmth of the blanket enveloped her. I couldn't help but watch her, my thoughts a tumultuous storm of concern and curiosity. Who was this girl, really? What secrets did she hold?

The night passed uneventfully, with the occasional sound of her quiet sobs piercing the silence. I lay in bed, my thoughts racing, unable to shake the feeling that there was more to her story than she had shared. As dawn approached, the first light of day seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across her sleeping form.

The next morning, Kisumi woke up early, her eyes red from crying. She looked at me with an expression that was a mix of embarrassment and hope. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "I didn't mean to keep you up."

"It's okay," I assured her, trying to keep my voice steady. "Do you want some breakfast?"

Kisumi nodded, her eyes flickering to my chest and then back to my face, a hint of confusion in her gaze. I pretended not to notice, focusing instead on making a simple meal of toast and eggs. As we ate in silence, I couldn't help but feel the tension in the air thickening. Her eyes kept straying to me, and I could sense her thoughts racing, trying to gauge my intentions.

"So, Kisumi, what's your plan now?" I asked, breaking the silence as we finished up. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

She chewed on her bottom lip, her gaze darting around the room before settling back on me. "I-I don't know," she admitted. "I just need to get away from them."

"Well, you can't stay here forever," I said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But if you want to stay a bit longer, you can. Just until you figure out what you want to do."

Kisumi's eyes searched mine, looking for any signs of deceit or malicious intent. After a moment, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she murmured. "I'll think of something."

As the day progressed, I pretended to go about my usual routines, but in reality, I was keeping a close eye on her. When the afternoon rolled around, I decided it was time to take a more proactive approach. I went into the kitchen, ostensibly to prepare another cup of tea for her, my hand lingering over a small bottle hidden in the back of the pantry. It contained a potent aphrodisiac I had acquired during one of my trips to the local market. It was a risk, but one I was willing to take.

I pour it into her cup quitely, and walked back to the living room. "Here you go, Kisumi." I handed her the tea with a smile, watching as she took a cautious sip. "Is it good?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded, taking another gulp. "It's... warm," she said, her voice a bit too bright. I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips as I saw the color start to rise in her cheeks.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, setting down the cup. Her breath was already quickening, and she unconsciously began to fiddle with the hem of her shirt.

"Guess not." while try to hide my smirk. "It's about to rain, better close the door."

As the rain started to patter against the window, Kisumi's eyes grew heavy-lidded, and she swayed slightly in her seat. The aphrodisiac was working faster than I had anticipated. She looked at me, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. "I-I don't feel so good," she murmured, her voice thick.

"Go to your room, i'll grab some water for you." while lead her to her room. I couldn't help but enjoy the way she leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my chest. The aphrodisiac was definitely doing its job.

Once she was in the bedroom, I stepped aside to allow her to collapse onto the bed. "Rest," I instructed, my voice low and authoritative. "I'll be right back."

When I returned with the water, Kisumi was sprawled out on the bed, her shirt riding up to expose her midriff. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath, and I could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. She looked up at me with glazed eyes, and I knew the aphrodisiac was in full effect.

"Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to take the glass from my hand. Her fingers brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. It was clear she had no idea what was happening to her, but she didn't seem to mind.

"You should take off your wet clothes," I suggested, trying to keep my voice casual despite the growing excitement in my chest. "You'll catch a cold."

Kisumi nodded slowly, her gaze still fixed on me as she began to unbutton her shirt. Her movements were sluggish and clumsy, a clear sign of the potent aphrodisiac's effect. She slipped the shirt off, revealing her large, round breasts, untouched by any garment. They were perfection, full and firm with dark pink nipples that pointed straight at me, begging for attention.

Her skin was flushed and her breathing grew heavier as she reached for the button of her jeans. She slid them down her legs, revealing matching panties that clung to her wetness. "I-I'm so hot," she murmured, her voice dripping with need.

"Then let me help you losin it." while close and lock the door behind me, before walking behind her and cupped both of her breast. She gasped at my touch, her body arching off the bed.

"Wha-What are you doing?" she managed to ask, though the lust in her eyes betrayed her protest.

"What do you think ?. I try to help you in my way." while squeezing her breast and playing with her nippels, she almost can't hold her moan because of it. "You need to relax, Kisumi."

Her eyes widened, but she made no move to stop me. Instead, she leaned back into the bed, her legs parting slightly. I took this as an invitation, my hand sliding down her stomach and into her panties. She was already soaking wet, and the scent of her arousal filled the room.

"You're so wet," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Kisumi's eyes fluttered closed, and she bit her lower lip, nodding almost imperceptibly. Her body was responding to the ****, and the masochistic desires she had kept hidden for so long began to surface. I could see the conflict in her expression, the fear warring with the newfound need.

Without wasting another moment, I slid my hand into her panties, my index finger finding her sensitive clit and applying just the right amount of pressure. Her breath hitched, and she let out a soft whimper. The other hand delved deeper, my fingers sliding inside her warm, tight channel. Her hips bucked slightly as I began to thrust them in and out, my movements rough and unyielding.

"Ahh...," she gasped, her body writhing beneath my touch. "It... it feels so good."

Her words were like a match to gasoline, igniting the fire in my loins. I couldn't resist any longer. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread legs. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading for release, for understanding, for something she couldn't quite put into words.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I whispered, my voice hoarse with lust. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as I pulled down my pants, freeing my erect cock. It stood tall and proud, begging for her embrace.

Kisumi's breath hitched as she took in the sight, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She didn't say anything, but the way her eyes dilated and her chest heaved told me she was ready. I slid her panties off, tossing them aside before positioning myself at her entrance.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice a low growl. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. With one swift movement, I plunged into her, burying myself to the hilt. She let out a cry of pleasure-pain, her nails digging into the sheets. I felt her tighten around me, her body trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

I began to move, setting a punishing rhythm that she seemed to crave. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I reached down, pinching and twisting them until she was moaning uncontrollably. The sound was like music to my ears, pushing me to go even deeper, even harder.

Her body responded to me in a way I hadn't expected, her hips rising to meet every thrust. She was a masochist, and the pain brought her pleasure, a delicious dance of agony and ecstasy. I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, biting down gently. She arched her back, her moans turning into cries of pleasure.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, her heels digging into my back. "More," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Please, more."

I was more than happy to oblige. I reached down, grabbing her hips, and lifted her off the bed, driving into her with all my strength. The headboard slammed against the wall, the sound echoing through the small apartment. Her moans grew louder, more ****, as I pushed her closer to the edge.

The rain outside had turned into a storm, the thunder and lightning mirroring the tempestuous passion in the room. Water droplets trickled down the windows, adding to the erotic atmosphere. Kisumi's eyes rolled back in her head, and her cries grew more intense, her body shaking with each powerful thrust.

As she reached climax, her muscles clamped down on me, and she screamed out my name, her nails leaving red streaks on my skin. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I filled her with my seed, feeling her pussy pulse around me as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies slick with sweat and desire. The storm outside had passed, leaving only the quiet patter of rain. I stared down at her, wondering what this girl's future held. Would she come to accept the darkness that now lay just beneath the surface, or would she run from it?

For now, though, she was mine to protect and to corrupt. And as we lay entangled in the aftermath of our encounter, I knew that our relationship was about to take a very interesting turn.

Days turned into weeks, and Kisumi grew more comfortable with her new life. She had found a job at a local convenience store, and we had established a routine of sorts. But every night, the darkness in her eyes grew more pronounced, and our encounters grew more intense. She had become a willing participant in my twisted games, craving the pain that brought her to new heights of pleasure.

One evening, as she lay sprawled on the bed, her body a canvas of bruises and bite marks, she looked up at me with a mix of fear and longing. "What's happening to me?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"You're becoming what you were always meant to be," I said, stroking her cheek gently. "A masochist, Kisumi. Someone who finds joy in the darkest of places."

Her eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of judgment or disgust. But all she found was hunger and desire. "I-I don't know if I can live like this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to live like this," I said, leaning down to kiss her bruised lips. "But you do have to decide. Will you embrace your true nature, or will you try to run from it again?"

Kisumi didn't answer right away, her eyes drifting to the window where the rain continued to fall. She had come to me a lost soul, but now she had found a purpose, a reason to stay. "I'll stay," she said finally, her voice firm. "I'll stay and learn more about who I am."

"Good girl." while give her a dog collar. "For you, as a remember that you're mine to use."

Kisumi looked at the collar in my hand, then back at me with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Slowly, she nodded, and I fastened it around her neck, the metal cool against her skin. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice filled with a strange sense of belonging.

As the days passed, our sessions grew more intense. I introduced her to various toys and techniques, pushing her limits further each time. She took to it like a fish to water, her moans and cries of pain mingling with pleasure as she explored her masochistic side. I could see the transformation in her, the way she held herself, the glint in her eye when she asked for more.

One evening, after a particularly grueling session, Kisumi lay sprawled on the bed, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain. Her breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. Without warning, my cock began to stir again, the sight of her **** form too much to resist. She looked up at me with a mix of anticipation and apprehension, but there was something else there, too – a spark of excitement that told me she was ready for more.

Without a word, I positioned myself between her legs, my cock already hard and demanding. She didn't protest as I slammed into her, filling her to the brim. Her eyes rolled back, and she arched her back, her moans echoing off the walls of the room. I grabbed her hips and began to pound into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together a testament to our depraved dance.

This time, there was no gentle warm-up, no sweet caresses. Just raw, primal need. She met every thrust with eager abandon, her body writhing and bucking beneath me. Her breasts bounced with each impact, the sight driving me closer to the edge. I reached down, wrapping my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a fierce intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. She didn't fight it; instead, she leaned into it, her hips moving faster, her moans growing louder. It was as if she had finally embraced the darkness within her, and it was a beautiful, terrifying sight to behold.

As I felt my orgasm building, I squeezed her throat tighter, the power rushing through me like a tidal wave. "You're mine," I growled, driving into her with all my strength. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she choked out, her voice strained. "Yours to use."

The words were all it took. With a roar, I came inside her, my seed spilling into her eager pussy. She clenched around me, her own climax crashing over her as she whispered my name like a prayer. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies tangled together, hearts racing.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the room a mess of discarded clothing and toys. But amidst the chaos, there was a strange sense of peace. We had crossed a line together, entered a world that most people only dared to dream about. And as we lay there, panting and exhausted, I knew that she had truly become a part of me, and I of her.

The weeks that followed saw Kisumi blossom into a beautiful creature of the night. She took to her new life with a fervor that surprised even me. We explored the darkest corners of our desires together, pushing each other to new heights. Her cries of pain and pleasure became the sweetest music to my ears, and the collar around her neck a constant reminder of her submission.

But even as we reveled in our twisted love, the outside world began to creep in. Her past was not as far behind her as we had thought, and shadows from her old life began to cast their pall over our newfound paradise. I knew that we could not hide forever, that eventually, we would have to face the consequences of our actions.

But for now, we had each other, and that was enough. We lay in the aftermath of our passion, her head on my chest, listening to the steady throb of my heart. The rain outside had stopped, and the world outside was quiet. But in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of her body against mine, the beat of her heart, and the promise of more pain and pleasure to come.