EMMA GOES ANIME

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

Emma looked up at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling of the huge room. "Fuck," she muttered aloud. "Since when do I have purple hair?" She goggled at the sight of her body. Perhaps it was a trick mirror. She looked down and saw her normally small breasts were missing altogether. . "Fuck," she said again, "I've gone anime. Damn, I’ve even gone lolicon." What was worse was that her body could now contort in ways it never could before... and it was right now.

For a moment she was preoccupied with her position. She couldn’t see her arms. They were twisted and tied behind her high up on her back. It strained her shoulder sockets and forced her to arch her back, accentuating the smooth flatness of her chest. She wondered if she even had nipples. She was pretty sure that normal arms wouldn’t move quite that way. Her ankles were crossed behind her head and tied together. It put her ass up in the air and her crotch embarrassing close to her face. Yet, somehow the cute little skirt stayed in place, modestly covering her privates for now.

The cute little skirt defied gravity. It was barely long enough to cover her panties, which she knew must be white. Yet, given the position her body was in, it should have flopped down around her tummy. She shuddered as her focus shifted from her bondage to her attire. It was a little sailor suit, like that disgusting Sailor Moon. She hated that anime series. Little miss fucking perfect with the perfect body. She turned her attention to the ceiling mirror again to fully appraise her situation. Her eyes were huge and she wore glasses that she didn’t need. They added to her air of innocence. Red straps ran around her shoulders and she knew that a little red satchel was crushed between her tied arms and her back. She had a slender waist and long sexy legs.

“Hmmmmm,” she purred aloud. Perhaps this wasn’t all bad. Now she was little miss perfect with the perfect body. Experimenting, she said, “Waaaahhhh.” It brought a giggle from her as she saw her mouth expand to be larger than her face. “Waaaaaah,” she said again, marveling at the sight. “Waaaah. Waaaaahhhhh. Waaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” she repeated. The sight was impossible, yet not painful. Not like the way her body was pulled unnaturally.

If only she could get loose, she knew she must have some super power. Being anime must mean she could karate kick the balls off a stone stallion. Or something. But, pull as she might, she couldn’t get free of the ropes that held her captive. Despite the bondage, she felt more in control than she had during the bout with the Demon King and the aliens. After all, didn’t the heroines in all the anime series eventually succeed?

The sound of a door made her suddenly tense. She could hardly move a muscle as it was, but now she held her breath as she felt another presence in the room. A figure appeared between her legs. She looked into the face of a boy. Like her, his eyes were too big and his hair was the wrong color. His was blue. She let out her breath as she recognized him as if he were an old friend. “Likmai,” she breathed softly. The familiar character from one of her favorite series smiled down at her. He’d come to rescue her.

“Lick your what?” said Likmai.

“Excuse me?” said Emma.

“You said ‘Lick my’ and I want to know what part of you I should lick first?”

“No, no,” stammered Emma. “Likmai, that’s your name, it’s it?”

Without answering, he reached down toward her smooth thighs. At the touch of his hand, she felt a tingle on her skin. At the same moment, her skirt decided to believe in gravity and fell down to reveal her white panties. She gawked at the tight panties. None of the anime girls ever sported a camel toe like she was right now. She felt a tingle in her nipples unlike anything she’d felt before. It was the first sign that she even had any. A quick, self-conscious glance at her the tight material covering her flat chest told her that tiny nipples were prominently visible, making substantial peaks in the thin blue material of her sailor suit.

“Oh, God,” she breathed softly as she realized she wasn’t in a Sailor Moon anime. She was in one of those X rated ones that she wasn’t old enough to watch yet.

Likmai reached down and grabbed the waistband of her panties. He pulled them towards him, over her slender, little girl hips and then away from him up her long, long legs as far as her knees. It seemed to take forever for him to pull them that incredible distance. When he stopped, he looked down at the treasure between her legs. Her eyes followed his and she stared at her own pussy. It was blurred. She blinked her eyes, trying to focus on her own privates. Yet, it was as if the space between her thighs was purposely blurred so neither she nor Likmai could clearly see the slit.

Undeterred by the vague vision of her pussy, Likmai licked his lips. “Oh yeah,” he said. “So perfect. And, so helpless. And all mine.” He pulled off his own shirt, revealing a smooth chest devoid even of nipples. He pulled down his pants. Like her pussy, his cock was strangely difficult to focus on. Emma knew he was hard, but only because of the look in his eyes.

Likmai knelt on the floor, inches from her bare pussy. She looked at him between her legs. With one hand he took hold of his throbbing cock. The other hand reached out toward her. As he did, she felt an odd feeling. It was if a switch had been thrown. Despite her aching muscles, the humiliating position, and her lack of consent, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to touch that private part of her. She wanted him to shoot his cum on her. It was expected, wanted, and needed. She sighed with pleasure.

His hand was almost touching her when a siren went off. Lights she hadn’t noticed before flashed red. He pulled his hand back, stood, and pulled up his pants. Like another switch had been thrown, her feelings changed as quickly as his intentions had. There was an emergency and she had to respond. It amazed her that she knew just what was expected of her as much as she was amazed that the ropes simply fell away. She stood, posed heroically for a moment beside Likmai. I do have super powers, she thought.

Her panties were still around her knees. Rather than pull them up, she kicked them off. She didn’t need them for what she had to do. The two looked at each other and then Likmai ran through the door with Emma on his heels. Waiting for them outside were two huge . There was no question in her mind which one was his and which one was hers. She ran toward the one in the sailor suit.

No sooner was she at the controls than she launched into the air, flames shooting from the feet of her robot. Likmai was right behind her, just far enough back that he could peek up her skirt. A flash of light shot down from the sky as they race up toward the unseen enemy. She dodged without hesitation. The robot had become her body, reacting to her nimble thoughts.

The explosion behind her told that Likmai hadn’t been so lucky. Distracted by the panty less girl, he hadn’t seen the attack coming. She looked over her shoulder as she watched her partner spiral down and his giant robot shed pieces on the way. Undaunted, she continued upward. Sighting the enemy, she was amazed at the size of the Tridecon. It was much bigger than any Tridecon she’d faced before.

With a thought she ordered the most powerful blast she could muster. A bolt of lightning flashed from her right hand toward the Tridecon. She could even feel the heat of the blast as if were her own hand, but the blast seemed to have no impact on the massive creature. As she willed another deadly blast, tentacles reached for her. The tentacles seized her right from the air as if she were a fragile little girl instead of the most powerful machine ever made by man. Though the tentacles gripped her robot body, she felt the disgusting touch as if it were against her own skin.

Tentacles wrapped around her ankles. More grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart. She was suspended helplessly in midair. Even the powerful robot couldn’t pull itself free. Her shoulders ached as the tentacles pulled her to their limits. She tried to withdraw from the robot brain, but she was blocked. This wasn’t supposed to happen. If the robot were destroyed, she would die with it. If its limbs were pulled off, she would feel the terrible pain.

But, the pull against her limbs didn’t get any worse. She was simply restrained. The Tridecon extended a central tentacle. It was larger than the others. It reached down and lifted her skirt. “Fuck,” she said as she felt the tentacle poking around where it shouldn’t. “I’m in a girl robot. And I don’t have my panties on.”

This time there was no interruption by sirens and flashing lights as the disgusting touch of the tentacle lingered on her frontal exhaust port. The member prodded at the opening and then slid inside her. It entered her easily; she was still wet from the near encounter with Likmai. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips, “Ohhhh.” She was unable to fight the urge. She no longer wanted to withdraw from the robot brain as the tentacle raped her.

As she watched with growing lust, a second tentacle extended down to her. “What the…” she said as it, too, reached under her robot skirt. “Oh, no.” It poked at the rear exhaust port. She clenched her ass, but the second tentacle pushed more insistently. It entered the exhaust port, pushing past her last defense. Then, abruptly she no longer wanted to fight. “Ummmm,” she rumbled as the tentacle slid deep up her ass.

The Tridecon lived up to its name, producing a third tentacle that reached down toward her. This one paused right in front of the robot’s face. Without thinking, Emma opened her mouth. The cover to the main intake port slid open, inviting the tentacle to enter. She felt the slimy member part her lips and slide in. Lost in desire, she sucked on the tentacle. Forgetting it was her sworn enemy, she let the Tridecon take her. Her body was pulled upward into a cloud of tiny tentacles that ran all over her body.

For a moment she wondered why they would ever want to fight against the Tridecons. The feeling was simply wonderful as a tingle spread over her entire body. Her pussy was on fire as three massive members slid in and out of her. Her tits, those wonderful, gravity defying globes, were being caressed in ways she’d never imagined. She felt her body convulse in orgasm. A sigh escaped her lips as the phallic tentacle withdrew from her throat.

She lay in the afterglow of sex, appreciating the best cum she’d ever had. The tentacles still held her arms wide, but they seemed to have relaxed as she had. The realization of what had just happened settled in on her. She’d just been raped by her sworn enemy. That it had felt good was no excuse.

Carefully she tugged at her bonds and felt her arms pull free. She was deep in the center of the soft underbelly of the unsuspecting Tridecon. Like the typical man, it was taking a nap after sex. She pointed her hands right at the heart of the enemy and willed a double blast of energy into the sleeping rapist. The deadly duo bolts of lightning leaped from her hands. Then, suddenly she was falling. She caught herself, flying away to escape the raining bits of Tridecon.

She returned to a hero’s welcome. Banners waved. People cheered. She walked down a red carpet. The banners waved some more. The people cheered some more. She walked some more, marveling at the fact that the banners couldn’t wave and the people couldn’t cheer while she walked. “Damn anime,” she muttered under her breath. “Disney can make banners wave, people cheer, and me walk all at the same time. Why can’t the Japanese?”