Survival of the Fittest (Misc Manga)

Survival of the Fittest (Misc Manga)

Commission

Themes: Double NTR, Failed Revenge, Extreme Misogyny

Summary: In which an NTR bastard finds out that the boyfriend of the girl he's currently NTRing has found out and told HIS girlfriend, leading to them developing a revenge scheme. But he can't have that, no sir.

A/N: Based on Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

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Part 1:

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And yet... even as her mouth lies, her body shifts forward. Inch by inch, bit by bit. The blue-haired bitch gets closer and closer to him, until her tongue is finally tracing out, her head moving towards his cock.

Which is when Kamokura turns away from her and promptly sticks his dick in Karen’s mouth instead.

“Mmph! Mmm~”

His broken blonde pet lets out a muffled squeak of surprise, but doesn’t hesitate to begin sucking on his cock, moaning happily at being given a chance to please her Master. Meanwhile, Touko has gone still again, her eyes wide as she stares at where his cock HAD been, realizing how close she’d come to giving in... and how now she was being rejected, of all things.

“You don’t deserve my cock, bitch. Not yet. You haven’t EARNED it.”

A myriad of emotions flash across his bitch of a girlfriend’s face. Touko quivers there on her knees, her hands clawing at the wet kitchen floor, her body trembling in all the best ways. Seriously, her tits, glistening from the water, are positively jiggling with how hard she’s vibrating. Kamokura watches on in amusement as fury wars with pure, lustful NEED.

She wants his cock. She hates that she wants his cock. But she wants it. Maybe he’ll even give it to her. But first...

“I’ve taken the liberties of shooting off a few texts and emails in your name, ‘darling’. Hope you don’t mind...”

His tone if amusement as he suddenly holds up Touko’s phone with his free hand makes it clear he doesn’t care if she minds. Touko, meanwhile, stares at the phone like it’s a poisonous snake.

“But of course... texts and emails only get so far. Due to your exemplary grades, the university is willing to give you a week off for your ‘mental health’... but we both know that old fossil of a Professor that you TA for would never accept a leave of absence via text or email. No... he’ll demand a call.”

Nonchalantly, Kamokura thrusts the phone in Touko’s direction, holding it out to her.

“Here, go ahead. Make the call. Tell him you’ll be out for the week.”

Incredulity fills Touko’s gaze, even as his cock continues to fill Karen’s mouth.

“Why... w-why would I do that?”

Kamokura chuckles and shakes his head.

“Because if you don’t, then I’ll have to let you go... and you’ll never get an inch of this cock, ever again.”

Understanding dawns in the bitch’s eyes. Touko’s gaze slips back down to where Karen is dutifully sucking his dick and her tongue slips out to unconsciously lick her lips at the sight. She wants it. She wants HIM. She can’t imagine a life without him now that he’s blown her mind and broken her on his cock. Those drugs have clearly done a serious number on the prim and proper cunt, because frankly, it shouldn’t be THAT much of a hardship to never get his dick again.

And yet...

“F-Fine... give it to m-me...”

She reaches to take her phone from him, but Kamokura just raises an eyebrow at her.

“Is that any way to ask for something from your Master, cunt?”

Touko scowls furiously... or does her best approximation of a scowl, anyways. In the end, given her wet, naked appearance, the scowl is rather pitiful and ultimately more of a pout. Eventually though, she forces the words out.

“Please let me place the call... M-Master...”

Smirking, Kamokura gives her the phone and watches as she places the call. All the while, he guides Karen up and down his cock none-too-gently, her quiet gagging filling the background.

“Hulghk... Hulghk... Hulghk...”

Touko can’t help giving the other girl a dirty look, especially when the old fart that she TA’s for picks up and they start talking. But it doesn’t matter in the end anyways. Kamokura isn’t a fucking idiot. He isn’t going to risk his freedom, his entire life, on a single phone call.

Rather... Touko clearly didn’t know just how far technology had come these days. Faking her voice? Easy. Faking her Professor’s voice? Also easy. The bitch was talking to a small, preprogrammed chat AI right now. And the Professor she TA’d for had already received a call, seemingly from ‘Touko’ and had given his permission for her to miss classes for the next week.

Kamokura had covered all his bases. Both Touko and Karen were all his for the next week, though in regard to Karen, he had no problem letting her go out on small errands and stuff like that. The blonde bitch was already collared, after all.

Touko though... she was like a half-tamed feral animal. She still had a way to go. This though? This was a test... and one that she’d passed with flying colors. If she’d failed it, then Kamokura would have known he needed to give her another dose of drugs. But as she ends the call, having done exactly as he told her... he knows he doesn’t need to do that. She’s already broken, in the end. All that’s left is to make her see that.

A look of disgust and self-loathing spreads across Touko’s face as she ends the call and all but tosses her phone away, letting it skid across the wet kitchen floor. Kamokura raises an eyebrow at the minor defiance, knowing that it’s all she’s capable of. Her face twists into a rictus of shame and lust as she looks back at him, specifically at where his cock is sliding in and out of Karen’s mouth. Her hands knead at the tile beneath her like a fucking cat as she wiggles in place and whimpers needily.

“P-Please...”

But Kamokura just smirks at her.

“It’s Karen’s turn right now, bitch. And besides... look at the mess you’ve made. Clean it up.”

Touko’s eyes fill with fresh incredulity as she looks down at the puddle of water around her, at the mess HE made when he woke her. But... she doesn’t argue. Throwing one last longing look towards his dick, she goes and gets some towels to begin cleaning up the floor.

Kamokura takes Karen’s head in both hands and starts to REALLY rail her throat from that point on. All the while, he grins like the cat that caught the canary. This? This was just the start...

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Day Five

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Sitting on the couch, sipping from a glass of wine and watching some TV, Kamokura barely pays any mind to the lips wrapped around his cock or the bitch on her knees between his legs. He’s taking a much needed break... and besides, his cunt of a girlfriend, now his fuck toy and slave, was doing a great job of abusing herself on his cock all the same.

As the program he’s watching comes to an end, Kamokura finally deigns to look down into Touko’s empty gaze, the blue-haired bitch’s cheeks sucked in as hard as they can and her lips suctioned down on his cock as she dives all the way down his length, eagerly and greedily choking and gagging herself upon his dick in order to get him to cum for her.

For Touko Sakurajima, sex is violence. Sex is brutal and rough and painful... and that’s what makes it feel so good. His first time with her had reshaped her into the perfect little masochistic cum dump. She got off on when it hurt. Hurt made it feel GOOD for her.

Still, these past few days had been less about hurting her, and more about teaching her that her new place was at his feet. Reinforcement had come in all shapes and sizes, from having her cut herself off from the outside world ‘willingly’ on day two, to other activities such as her begging him to fuck her on day three, and her begging him to fuck her in the ASS on day four.

Now... now she knelt between his legs, choking on his dick, trying desperately to earn his warm seed in her belly. Humming, Kamokura nods to himself and reaches over, picking up a little bell that he then shakes.

The ringing of the bell barely manages to dissipate before Karen shows up. His dutiful blonde bitch had been napping with his permission, but of course she was awake and at his side the moment he called for her.

Running a hand through Karen’s hair, he pulls her up onto the couch and whispers in her ear. With a nod, she eagerly departs to carry out his bidding. At the same time, Kamokura looks down into his former girlfriend’s glazed-over eyes and snorts.

“You’re never going to get me off with that weak technique, bitch. Just use your cunt already.”

Pulling off of his cock with a pop, Touko averts her gaze in shame even as she lifts herself to her feet and turns around.

“Y-Yes Master... thank you, Master... this worthless slave apologizes for disappointing her Master...”

His dick twitches at hearing her subservient tone. Not quite reverent enough yet though, he notes. Kamokura just grunts as she sits back on his cock, his hands going to her hips and bouncing her up and down on his dick. Squelching noises fill the room, along with Touko’s poorly concealed moans. She mewls and whimpers as she rides his cock, her legs together and her hands on his knees. Her head has fallen forward as she gasps and groans, trying to adjust to his size and failing.

Her overly sensitive pussy was perfectly shaped to take his dick... which meant that it was never QUITE stretched enough to handle him. Still, at this point she couldn’t live without him. She especially couldn’t live without the way he took control. Even from his seated position, Kamokura isn’t gentle. He grips down on Touko’s hips hard enough to bruise, digging his fingers into her soft, plush sides just the way he knows she loves it.

Then, he fucks her from down below hard enough to really make her SQUEAL, enjoying how she climaxes on his cock again and again as a result.

In the meantime... Karen returns with what he ordered her to get. She crawls up onto the couch as he pats the cushion next to him and sits patiently, waiting for further instruction. For a time, Kamokura focuses on fucking Touko on his dick, on bouncing her up and down reverse cowgirl. But eventually... eventually he reaches up and grabs her by the neck, wrapping one hand around to the front of her throat and yanking her back against his chest.

She chokes as his other hand coming up to grab and maul one of her tits, making her back instinctively arch to push her breast further into the punishing hold.

“You know... I’ve noticed you staring longingly at your fellow bitch’s collar, ‘darling’. Could it be you’ve been hoping for one of your own?”

Touko freezes at that, going still at his touch. Smirking, he lets go of her throat and reaches out to Karen, who places a second dog collar in his outstretched hand. Lifting it up, he makes sure that Touko can see it, even as she remains impaled on his dick, his fingers continuing to knead and squeeze her titflesh. Her pussy walls clench down HARD the moment the dog collar comes into view, making it clear that he’s timed this perfectly.

“I... I...”

“There’s no trick here, pet. You just have to ask properly and it can be yours...”

A whimper leaves Touko’s lips at that, followed by an almost animalistic whine. There’s no trick... but then there really doesn’t have to be. The ‘trick’ is one they both know about. If she says yes, then she’s really giving in. Not that she hasn’t already given in a thousand different ways in the past few days... but this? This is the BIG one.

And yet... and yet, as he pinches her nipple between his fingers and twists, making Touko cry out in an ugly manner, he already knows what her response is going to be. She cums all over his cock from the painful stimulation of her breast and Kamokura lets her ride out the orgasm until finally she recovers enough to let out a quiet little whisper.

“... p-please...”

Humming, Kamokura chuckles.

“Please... what?”

“Please... please collar me, Master.”

And there it is. The first hint of reverence in her voice as she says the word ‘Master’. She’s finally starting to truly accept her place at his feet. Humming in amusement, Kamokura lets go of her tit and reaches up, pulling her blue hair out of the way. Touko cranes her neck to give him easy access, even as she remains seated on his dick, her pussy walls flexing and spasming up and down the length of his cock.

He wraps the dog collar around her neck and cinches it tight, making her breath hitch as it digs into her skin just a tad. She lets out a wanton moan once he’s done, and Kamokura’s smirk turns into a shit-eating grin as he slides his hands back down to her sides, gripping them harshly once more.

“What do you say, bitch?”

“Thank you... Master.”

“Good girl. Now make me believe it.”

Touko doesn’t hesitate. She immediately begins bouncing on his cock again, giving it her all as he fucks up into her from below and really starts to make her squeal for him. His hands don’t stay on her hips forever, eventually moving all over her body, roaming to their heart’s content. Tugging on the back of her collar to choke her a little bit, mauling her breasts some more until they’re both red and her nipples are protruding and pronounced... he makes sure to enjoy his new pet’s body all night long, knowing full well that this right here is the moment of no return. There’s no going back for Touko anymore. She’s a bitch now. HIS bitch, through and through.

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Day Seven

After sending off the video to Yuu, Kamokura focuses back on his two little slut pets. Touko the masochistic fuckpig and Karen the over-eager puppy. Both of them are quite enthusiastic as they wrap their lips around his cock and balls, dutifully sucking at their Master’s dick. As they damn well should be. He’s trained them quite well, hasn’t he?

Setting aside Touko’s phone, Kamokura reaches down and cards his fingers through her and Karen’s hair. He groans and tilts his head back in enjoyment of their tongues and mouths, before forcing Touko further down his cock directly, and pushing Karen to his balls more forcibly.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

As Touko chokes on his cock and Karen slobbers away at his balls, Kamokura reflects on everything that got him to this point. Does he regret any of it? Does he regret turning his girlfriend into a horny little slave for his cock? Does he regret drugging her into a compliant fuck doll? No... no he does not. Not in the slightest.

In fact, just thinking about it is finally enough to tip him over the edge. With a hoarse groan, he proceeds to cum down Touko’s throat. Of course, the blue-haired fuckpig can barely manage to handle his seed. She chokes on it, and some of his jizz winds up exploding out of the sides of her mouth and flowing down onto Karen’s face. She slurps it up of course, dutiful blonde bitch that she is.

When they’re done cleaning him off, Kamokura pulls them both back and just looks at them for a moment. His two collared cunts, kneeling at his feet and looking back at him hopefully. Each of them wants him to fuck them first, of course... but he’s only one man with one dick, and there always has to be a winner and a loser.

Smirking, Kamokura lets go of Touko’s hair and pulls Karen up to her feet as he turns her around and bends her over the chair he was just sitting in. She grasps hold of it by the arms and lifts her hips into the air, going up on her tiptoes as he slides into her quivering quim from behind. As he does so, Karen lets out a heartfelt moan and expresses her gratitude.

“Thank you, Master~”

Kamokura just chuckles, knowing full well that that was as much to rub it in Touko’s face as it was for him. He gives Karen a light spanking in response to remind her of her place, but stays inside of her, fucking the bent over blonde even as he looks over at Touko and tilts his head to the side.

“Do you know why I’m fucking Karen first, cunt?”

His masochistic fuck toy trembles as she slowly shakes her head.

“N-No Master... did I do something wrong?”

Nodding, Kamokura reaches around and grasps one of Karen’s tits, fondling and squeezing it even as he continues to pound into her from behind.

“You think I didn’t notice that your heart wasn’t in our little home video, slut? What? You having second thoughts about being my bitch?”

Touko’s eyes widen, and she more rapidly shakes her head.

“N-No Master! I’m yours... I swear it!”

Kamokura just grunts, clearly unconvinced as he fucks Karen in front of Touko, leaving the blue-haired girl to stew for a few moments. Finally, she speaks up again, her gaze on the floor and her hands in her lap.

“... I’m sorry, Master. I’m yours... I want to be your bitch. I want you to fuck me and hurt me and abuse me as much as you like. I just... don’t see much point in hurting others in the process.”

He lets her words hang in the air for a moment, considering them. Part of him almost agrees with her. After all, hadn’t he already said it to himself? He didn’t care what Yuu’s reaction to the video ended up being, that was why he’d blocked the bastard’s number. It wasn’t about Yuu. It was about Survival of the Fittest. Touko was his. Karen was his. Yuu had lost.

That said, Kamokura reaches out a hand to Touko and watches as she hurriedly crawls over to push her head into his hand, nuzzling it almost like a cat would. Of course, he quickly grabs hold of her hair quite roughly, yanking it back and causing her to mewl in pleasure and pain as he pulls on her scalp.

“The point is to obey me, always. Do you understand, bitch?”

Eyes wide, clearly imagining a world where he no longer gave her harsh, abusive sex every single day, Touko’s lower lip quivers as she nods as best she can in his grasp.

“Y-Yes, Master...”

“Good girl.”

With that, he pounds Karen’s pussy for a few moments more, turning his grasp of Touko’s hair into a more gentle pet... interspersed with a few slaps across her face here and there. She leans into the slapping as much as she leans into the petting, masochistic fuckpig that she is.

Then, finally... he lets out a groan and unloads inside of Karen, filling the blonde with his seed. He creampies her and listens to her wanton moans as her shaking legs spasm rapidly and then collapse under her, causing her to faceplant into the chair he’s bent her over.

Snorting as she droops off of his cock, Kamokura reaches down and gives Karen’s ass one last spanking, more for the hell of it than anything else.

“Take five to recover... and then go get started on dinner, bitch.”

Panting heavily, Karen lifts her head enough to acknowledge his order with a quiet ‘Yes Master’. Kamokura is already turning away though, looking down at an expectant and eager Touko. He considers how he’ll fuck her for a moment... before coming to a decision.

Pushing her on her back none-too-gently, he takes the blue-haired girl’s legs and lifts them into the air, folding them back on her even as he crouches down. Touko squeaks, her hands going back to support her as she finds most of her weight suddenly resting on her neck and shoulders. With her body folded up and her cunt on display, Kamokura has no issues fitting his cock against her pussy lips and thrusting down into her like a jackhammer from above.

Touko’s shrieks of painful pleasured delight fill the air as he fucks his former girlfriend... now his horny masochistic sex slave right there in the living room. Would he keep Touko as his girlfriend for public events and what not? Would he marry her after all of this? Perhaps... perhaps not. Kamokura was still undecided, truth be told.

As he slams down into her, pounding her clenching cunt and fucking her silly, Kamokura reflects that the future is his to mold in the same way Touko was his to mold. With both her and Karen completely and utterly devoted to him at this point, he can really do whatever he wants with them. If he wanted to make them both drop out of university and spend the rest of their lives as his maids, he could do that.

Or, if he was so inclined, he could also knock them both up. Turn them into his broodmares. Make a whole stable of kids.

Hm, that one he wasn’t so sure about. The thought of Touko and Karen both pregnant and barefoot DID appeal to him on a base, instinctive level... but the thought of having to raise the kids that resulted from such a state of being didn’t fill him with quite so much joy.

Not to mention, while Touko was now devoted to him completely and totally... she still had that brilliant mind of hers. A mind that Kamokura could put to work for him, if he decided he wanted to split her time between him and a profession of some sort. Her money would become his money, doubling his income. Karen would be the maid and chef and all the other servant duties if he went that route, and frankly... she’d probably do fine with it.

Frankly, the possibilities were endless. The sky was the limit. Kamokura had won, as was proper. He’d proven himself to be the better man over that little pissant Yuu, not just by claiming the boy’s girlfriend, but also by reclaiming his own girlfriend from the brat after he’d gone crying to her.

He still couldn’t believe how completely moronic the so-called genius Touko’s plan to get back at him had been. Then again... looking down at her face right now, which is a rictus of ecstasy and pain, with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as he fucks her from above... maybe he COULD imagine it. Certainly, Touko was more at home as his masochistic fuckpig then she was as some sort of revenge strategist.

Chuckling softly, Kamokura tightens his grip on her legs and redoubles his speed, enjoying how his former girlfriend’s folded up body shudders and jiggles under his relentless onslaught. Until finally, with a grunt, he pulls out and cums all over Touko, covering her from her quivering clit to her flexing abdomen to her jiggling tits and finally her fucked silly face. The bitch makes the most stupid expressions once he’s inside of her. She can’t help herself.

As she twitches under him, Kamokura considers her for a moment... and then reaches down and grabs her by her hair, beginning to drag her across the floor. Karen would take a while longer to finish making dinner, so Kamokura figured he had time. Taking Touko out of the living room and down the hall, he drags the insensate bitch into the bathroom and tosses her in the shower.

The water is cold when it first hits Touko, leaving her to yelp and squeak as she comes back to her senses. Snorting derisively, Kamokura climbs in after her after turning the water warm. They spend a little time cleaning her up... and a lot more time getting dirty again as he fucks her under the hot shower spray.

Touko takes everything he has to dish out and doesn’t raise a single fuss. Because she belongs to him. And whatever the future holds for them... it’ll be HIS decision.

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