It was a very special day for fraternal twin sisters Ai and Yuna Suzuki, both of whom had been orphaned as babies when a mysterious accident claimed the lives of their parents. The village that they grew up in was known for being a haven to unclaimed orphans. By now they had no memory of their parents or their prior circumstances. Many orphans were brought to this small, mountain town in infancy—especially baby girls. The only idea of their late parents that the Suzuki twins had was from the stories that their teachers and counselors told them—typically that they were both drug-addicted vagrants and that the girls were very lucky to have been accepted into their boarding school where so many parents abandoned their children in the hopes that they might be accepted into the prestigious Shokaku Academy.

The twins didn’t care if they were lucky, or how awful their parents were—their futures were bright. Both excelled both in the classroom and out. Their college options looked bright—though it seemed odd that every time either sister tried to discuss college with their counselors, the conversation quickly turned to civic duty and their debt to the village that raised them.

It was a very special day for Ai and Yuna because it was their eighteenth birthday.

Just days from graduation and big dreams in their hearts, both planned to leave the village as soon as they graduated. Ai, a sports prodigy in basketball and soccer, had been offered sports scholarships to study abroad in America where she planned to major in English. Yuna, her sister, was born unhealthy small and seemed to be maturing much slower than her twin. Despite Yuna's small size, her brain was her ticket and she planned to major in engineering at Tokyo University after high school.

Unfortunately, none of the Suzuki twins’ dreams would come to pass.

Surrounded by their classmates, foster caretakers, teachers and counselors, the Suzukis were given an elaborate birthday cake in the main cafeteria of their comprehensive school building. Everyone was singing and smiling. When Jun-Chan, one of the girls’ peers, snapped a photo and asked them to make a wish, Ai closed her eyes for a moment, dreaming of her future. Her sister Yuna snuck in and blew out all the candles on the cake while Ai wasn't looking.

“Hey! Those were for both of us!” Ai objected.

“You were to slow, nee-chan. Double the wishes for m-e!” Yuna boasted, flashing a ‘peace’ sign.

“Ai-chan, can I speak to you in private for a moment?” Sato san, their foster father of the last sixteen years asked, his wrinkles cutting deep in an easy smile, “there’s something I want to show you. A rite of passage for girls of this village. Follow me.”

“Of course, Sato san,” Ai nodded dutifully, turning to her sister, “don’t eat all the cake!”

“I make no promises!” Yuna taunted, helping herself to another piece.

Sato led Ai into a vacant classroom, where six or seven of the local, middle aged men were waiting in thigh length kimonos, most already sporting erections that peeked out from between the flaps.

“What the…” with her foster father’s hands on her shoulders, Ai was led helplessly into the darkened classroom, “Sato san—what’s going on here?”

“You’re a woman now, Ai. It’s time for you to know the secret of our village. It’s not a coincidence that so many orphan girls are taken in by this village. While we’ve been feeding, clothing and educating you, we've been conditioning you subconsciously too, preparing you to become what you were born to be—fucktoys for the men of this village.”

“I—what? Eeeeeek!” Ai screamed as she was grabbed from the side and the line of buttons on her uniform blouse popped in succession and she was stripped down to her lacey bra, “stop it! Papa, no!”

She ought to have been able to fight them, Ai was strong and trained in multiple martial disciplines, but somehow, hearing the word fucktoy made her elbows limp and any resistance she tried to put up look pathetic. The zipper on her purple skirt broke as it was yanked down her hips and her lace panties tugged around her thighs next. Despite her shock, despite her fear and the deep betrayal of these men she’d known her whole life—Ai was wet. Her juices were dribbling down to her knees and she sank to her knees in shame.

“Look! It worked! The fucking slut is wet from being stripped—ha ha!” the postman taunted as he shoved his uncircumcised cock into Ai’s warm and welcoming mouth, “fuck, this bitch is perfect for face-fucking.”

She wanted to bite it off, to swing at him and make it stop, but when the cafeteria cook shoved his huge cock into her virgin pussy, she lost the ability to do anything but lavish the cock in her mouth with her tongue and orgasm from her pussy.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming, oh God—it’s so good!” Ai moaned, her words muffled by the cock stuffed into her cheek, “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t stop!”

“Hadn’t planned to!” the cook boasted, slapping a red handprint onto her ass as he went back to jabbing her cervix with his huge cock.

“Use your hand!” the gym teacher demanded, as he lifted Ai’s wrist to grasp his long dick.

By now, the mailman’s cock was pounding her throat, the rim of the now unsheathed cockhead stoppering and unstoppering her throat over and over while she got pounded from behind, getting spit roasted.

“Aghh! I’m cumming!” the cook grunted, jamming himself in deep and blasting his hot cum straight into her virgin womb, making her cum again herself.

“Here too!” cried the postman, using her long, auburn ponytail to stuff her face into his lap as he began dumping thick jizz down her throat.

Ai tried to announce her own orgasm, her lips and tongue were trying at least, but she just gargled like a fish with her eyes rolled back in her head and a bubble of cum inflating from one of her nostrils. Her body just shuddered and convulsed around the shafts inside her. Both pulled out at once and Ai bent over for a moment, sputtering and coughing.

“Okay then…” Ai said softly after she caught her breath, looking up seductively at Soto san, “who’s next, Daddy?”

*~*~*

“No! Stop it, Takeru Sensei! I am trying to confess to you, so don’t say such nasty things!” Yuna was shouting, as most of the rest of the partiers had left the main cafeteria and only male members of the faculty remained, “I wouldn’t even know how to be a sex slave…”

Though Yuna didn’t know it, the cake had been spiked with a potent aphrodisiac drug that made her amorous and lowered her inhibitions at the same time. She never would have had the courage to confess to her freshman-year math teacher and lifelong counselor otherwise. Her feelings for him were sweet and innocent, but also easily exploited.

“Of course you would, Yuna chan.” Takeru smiled, grabbing Yuna under her arms and lifting her onto the table, “you were born for it, let me show you.”

Yuna’s mouth hung open, trying to say something, to form words, to object—but in her brain, precious new chemicals were flooding her skull, new feelings, new sensations. She wanted him to. Maybe she had always wanted him to…

“Please be gentle…” Yuna whimpered, looking up at him with saucer-like, pleading eyes.

“Silly thing, what would that teach you?” Takeru sneered, to the delight of his fellow math department teachers and counselors—they’d had Yuna staked out for some time.

Yuna screamed, high and loud, but no one came to help her. Takeru just slammed her tiny, little, virgin hole with every inch of his proud, statuesque cock. After a few thrusts, her scream broke into multiple screams—a staccato and before long, it was clear that they were screams of lust.

“Ah—ah—ah—Ngh! I’m cumming! Fuck me hard, Sensei! My tight pussy is cuuuummmingggg!!!”

“Here too!” Takeru grunted, slamming himself balls deep and creampieing his barely legal student.

“I love it! I love it! Fuck me to forever!” Yuna screamed.

“I’m next!” her tutor called from behind her.

*~*~*

It was morning by the time the sisters were reunited, both covered in semen and barely aware of where they even were. Ai was led in on a leash and collar while Yuna was splayed across the table, legs wide and her tongue lolling out the side of her face. What remained of their birthday cake, Yuna had been rolled through during her night-long gangbang.

“Yuna! They got to you too…” Ai gasped as she crawled back into the cafeteria, “then you must know about the secret of this village.”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” Yuna cooed, in a daze still from her multi-orgasmic fuckfest.

Just then, Principal Kakashi appeared at the top of the steps, he looked down at the disgraced twins. He smiled and nodded like a proud parent.

“I see you’ve learned the secret of our village. Now come, show me what you’ve learned…”

“Yes, Master!” both girls replied in unison, crawling over to the main staircase to begin licking and sucking his cock.

つづく