The Penis Mightier Than The Sword - Sex Stories

The Penis Mightier Than The Sword

... gymnasium, and Ryoko knew she had to bark her orders quickly before too many recruits fled: “Form a line here! Turn around, bend over, drop your panties, and spread those cheeks! Keep as many of them busy as you can while I get the katana!”

Most of the club decided at that moment that kendo maybe wasn’t for them after all. Only three girls stayed and did as they were told, their little quivering butts mooning the new wave of horny demons with 3-foot cocks. Ryoko dashed for the locker room, slapping whatever came near with her shinai to make herself a more annoying target than the squinting pink buttholes behind her.

The red portal roared with rape energy as usual. That was the best way Ryoko could describe the tingles under her skin and aggressive warmth in her panties when standing in its glow. The sword laid neatly on a bench but no Midori in sight. The fool must have been napping when she got herself snatched by a tentacle.

Ryoko faced a forced-sex version of the trolley problem. With the katana, she could quickly dispatch the sex demons violating the holes of the innocent bystanders and her last brave recruits. Or she could jump into the portal to rescue Midori first. There was an added complication: time in the Sex Demon world passed 666 times more slowly, so for every minute she wasted hunting sex demons throughout the school, Midori was being raped for eleven hours by hundreds of them on the other side.

No time to think. No time to undress. Drawn katana in ...

... hand, Ryoko jumped into the swirly mass of rape essence and performed a superhero landing on the red meat floor that carpeted the Realm of Eternal Rape. Her nose wrinkled at the first whiff of the seminal atmosphere that would soon dissolve her kendo gi.

Many Sex Demons had gathered at the portal, ready to invade the academy and rape its schoolgirls, so Ryoko was quickly surrounded. The ones who had mouths were drooling, and all the cocks were erect and dripping globs of what looked like warm ultrasound gel.

“Midori!” No answer. Ryoko sighed. Couldn’t this have been simple for once? "I’m coming, Midori!" She tightened her grip, posture, and stare and did what few girls her age would do in this situation: she took a step toward the hole-splitting cocks.

Ryoko was a hurricane of steel, slicing and plunging the school’s cheap Chinese knockoff through endless waves of sex demons five times her size. She only noticed her gi disintegrating when she felt the bounce of the heavy breasts she had wrapped so tightly this morning. Nevertheless, when the last ribbon of fabric slid off her leg, she fought the horny beasts with sword and titties swinging.

“Midori!” Ryoko was screaming for the hundredth time when the sword fell out of her hands. Everyone has a plan until a glans the size of your head takes your virginity in one lunge and unbirths itself through your cervix. Then, fearless warrior or not, you become another drooling schoolgirl pacified by the shame of your sinful ...