I wasn’t exactly thrilled to join the virginity club. Didn’t think my lack of a boyfriend was anything worth discussing or be proud of. The counselor insisted I picked an extra-curricular activity and most of them involved something I was terrible at such as sports, cooking, music, dancing, poetry… I’m terrible at most things. I thought maybe it would be less awkward to hang out with people just as awkward as me. Seems like any friend or almost-friend I ever had at this school moved away suddenly.
When I first saw who my fellow club members were, I should have turned tail and ran. Monika, Yuri, Natsuki… three girls who skyrocketed in popularity this year were waiting for me in the classroom at the very end of the hallway on the deserted 3rd floor. Their names were on every boys’ lips and they were the last people I would have expected to be virgins.
Monika is a brunette beauty queen who has any guy in school eating in the palm of her hand. Even teachers… I’ve seen her leave an exam blank and still get an A. Her skirt is always rolled daringly high; she likes to show all of her long, thin legs and a hint of underwear too.
Yuri is quiet and shy but the most athletic girl I’ve ever met. She’s the captain of all our sports teams and can run faster than any of the boys. Her games draw a lot of attention not only because she’s always crushing the other schools but also because guys are happy to spend 2 hours staring at her butt in tight shorts.
Natsuki… I’m not trying to be judgemental but other than her short pink hair, the only thing that stands out is her gigantic chest, especially on such a short tomboy. She has special permission to not wear a bra because there apparently aren’t any her size (I can believe it). You can always see a lot of skin between the struggling buttons of her shirts and I’ve caught her letting boys stick their hands in there in exchange for manga and candy.
“G-good evening, my name is Sayori, is this the… virginity club?” I announced ignoring the red flags and the red paint on the floor.
“Welcome! We’re almost ready for the ritual,” Monika said, her beauty and smile illuminating the dark candle-lit classroom.
Such a warm welcome put a smile on my own face until my brain started questioning why the word ritual was in there. “The ritual?”
“I know it’s cliché,” Monika said, “but it takes hymen blood to summon Asmodeus so he can grant us a wish. Don’t worry, we’ve done this three times before.”
“I think I’m going to go home now…” I said, taking a step back.
“No, you want to come in and stand in the circle.” After Monika finished her sentence, my feet took me against every fighting instinct in my head to the red circle surrounded by painted ancient symbols. Monika’s wish… I could guess what it had been: the power to make people do whatever she asked them to. With no control over my legs, the only way I could deal with the terror shaking me like a leaf was to think about my own wish. Could Asmodeus rid my mother of her illness?
Natsuki’s chest press against my back like a soft, fluffy pillow but it provided no comfort as she reached up my skirt to pull down my white panties. Her hands could barely wrap around my navel with such prized melons in the way. While that was happening, I was still too disoriented to understand why Yuri was attaching a harness under her school skirt and over her micro compression shorts. The front of the harness had a horn, a big rubber horn thicker than a man’s arm… What kind of company would even make something so scary?
Yuri caught me staring and spoke in her soft, gentle voice: “I’m… I’m so sorry, I can’t use any lube. It might mix in with the virgin blood and Asmodeus might refuse to grant Natsuki her wish. I hope you understand.” She then turned to Monika and politely asked her to make me spread my legs. I know I’m slow on the uptake, but it’s only then that the obvious finally dawned on me. That scary black rubber thing was a makeshift penis, and it was going to take my virginity, or kill me, or both.
I found myself spacing my legs apart against my will and giving the large rubber erection a clear path to my vulva. I tried thinking about my wish again when I remember what Yuri just said. “Natsuki’s wish? I thought maybe… I thought I…”
Natsuki’s strutted into my field of vision, the minuscule girl’s humongous chest bouncing with every step and even more when she giggled. “You thought you were getting a wish? These virgins get stupider every year. No, it’s my turn again. I’ve been waiting weeks for this. I’m thinking of getting an extra cupsize or two.” She pressed her breasts together; the fabric of her white shirt was stretched so thin, her coastersize areolas showed through.
“Don’t pay attention to Natsuki; you’re not stupid, just naïve,” Monika said while Yuri lined up her giant dildo’s dry head with my tiny, quivering, hairless pussy from behind. “Your virginity is only to summon Asmodeus. He will take you back to to Hell with him in exchange for a wish for us. I don’t know what it’s like down there. Probably not great, admittingly, but it’s not like you were doing anything special up here. Not like us anyway; we’re kind of a big deal. Oh, and don’t scream, that’s an order.” Monika winked.
A supernatural gust of wind blew out all the candles at once but the classroom remained illuminated by the now-glowing symbols painted around me. The eyes of Monika and Natsuki glowed red from their reflection. And behind me, Yuri pressed the big bulb against my puffy lips. It hurt but I didn’t know what pain was until Yuri, with her superhuman strength, pulled my hips down on her giant unlubricated cock. Such a monster would have never managed to thread the eye of this flesh needle it wasn’t for her previous wish of athletic greatness.
The gates of my secret garden bent, came apart, and got torn off their hinges. With malicious pleasure, Yuri showed her true self and thrust her instrument of pain back and forth between my hips as if she was a man or more like a crazed beast. I probably would have screamed loud enough to alert the Taiko club banging their drums two floors down but I couldn’t. Obeying Monika’s command, my throat refused to make more than gasps. So, I just watched the bulge of Yuri’s strap-on push against the band of my skirt like an alien trying to burst out and I screamed twice as loud in my head instead.
I must have passed out or gone crazy because the next thing I knew, the classroom walls were oozing blood and the desks were melting into puddles of wood. It was just me in there now, on all fours with a crazy headache and a pussy burning from a flow of hot air tickling the deepest gaping reaches, ravaged and freshly deflowered.
The warped classroom door (looking ten times bigger than normal) burst open like a zit and a demon with hundreds of cocks for arms walked into the dissolving room. Between the squirming masses of tentacles, I could occasionally spot a small wriggling foot, or arm, or a strand of hair. Three distinct voices were moaning and gargling from deep inside.
The living nightmare spoke: “Wow, that pink-haired girl is a real airhead, isn’t she? That new breast size made her shirt pop right open. Good luck walking around with those honkers now. Anyway, hello, konnichiwa, I am Asmodeus, Demon of Lust, and I welcome you to Hell.”
Another welcome with disconcerting vibes, though I did agree with his take on Natsuki’s intellect and was disappointed I would never get to see her topple over from having breasts bigger than her head.
“I will be raping you for all eternity in ways your brain cannot yet comprehend but is that really worse than spending another minute up there with these selfish psycho bitches?”
I surprised myself with a smile. Asmodeus made a damn good point.