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Suikoden II: Of Libertine Revolutionaries	By : hentaipowered Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Suikoden, Suikoden II, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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CW: This one deals with extreme S&M and physical abuse (invited abuse, but still abuse). Proceed with caution!
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"HUHHHNNNGGHH...!!"
A hard thud echoed from within the tavern, followed by a pained moan. It was unmistakably the sound of someone being punched in the gut. The tavern door was locked and a sign read "Private Function", an usual sight even with the relief duty so well underway. Rarely did Leona close her doors to the public before the wee hours.
Inside, however, was a clear and present reason. A young woman in an orange gi and skintight shorts was being held in place by the much larger, muscular figure of Oulan while another woman in a long blue top and black tights laid into the fighter with her fist. The first was Wakaba, a fistfighter that the army had picked up in their travels. The second was Lorelai, a warrior-cum-treasure hunter who carried around a big stick.
One strike, and then again, this time harder. Oulan's full nelson kept Wakaba up and taking it. The room was full of spectators. Everyone from burly Viktor to sultry Jeane was on hand, watching with rapt attention. Some were engaged in coupling of some variety. Blue-clad Flik had his cock out and down schoolgirl Nina's throat, his eyes fixed on the brutal display while his balls churned against his companion's chin. Viktor had Leona in his lap, her juicy cunt wrapped around his cock and on full display as she rode him reverse so the both of them could watch. Still others like Lo Wen were being teamed on by her siblings Koyu and Gijimu, the former ploughing her dripping slot while the latter set about fucking her face.
Even the demure teleportation mage, Viki, was on hand and fingering herself beneath her dress, gasping every time Wakaba took a punch.
Dazed and weary, the fistfighter strained against Oulan and straightened herself, flexing her abs. Her gi hunt open, loosened from the blows, her small tits spilling out on display. As she caught a breath, she looked up at Lorelai and smiled.
"M... more... I'm almost there..."
Lorelai sneered and rung her hand, rotating her wrist as she prepared another fist. She drove in, hard, pounding Wakaba in the stomach. The fistfighter doubled and groaned, but Lorelai didn't give her a rest. She followed her fist with a knee, ploughing into Wakaba so hard that even Oulan had to take a step back to steady herself.
"Ahnnnnhhhh!!" Wakaba cried out and Oulan let her drop. The girl doubled over, shuddering and shaking. Her shorts were drenched, her cunt spasming as she came. "F... fuck yes... Unnnhhh!"
Lorelai laughed, dusting her hands. "Psychotic little bitch. All right Oulan... Now that she's warmed up, let's start the real show."
The larger brawler gave a nod and pulled her belt off, discarding her dress in one motion. Her impressive breasts shook as they were freed from their confines, capped by large, dark nipples as fat as raspberries. Oulan wore no support for either, nor did she need any. They stood out proudly, plush and heavy. Her abdominals, arms, and thighs looked like they had been carved from marble – statuesque and perfect in tone. The slight dusk of her skin accented each curve perfectly. Even the strongest man in the army couldn't hope to compete with her physique, and few could hope to do so with what completed it all.
Oulan's thick pipe. It was already dripping with precum, and the shaft was wet from recent use. Indeed, though Nina was now getting a facefull of Flik dick, the young schoolgirl had been hollowed out by Oulan's monstrous cock just twenty minutes ago, her pussy still leaking jism onto the floor where she knelt.
Lorelai, for her part, was not quite so immense of body. She was trim and sleek. Still well-muscled, her stomach was defined by six soft ridges, her arms and legs outfitted with the lean but powerful rises one might find on a swimmer. Her legs were her pride. Long, shapely, either one led to a pair of amazing ass cheeks, which together the local lecher Sheena described as "a bubble butt". She didn't have a cock like Oulan, but instead a well-trimmed little pussy. A small vee of thatch pointed to her clitoral hood. Her mound was exceptionally pronounced in a way that seemed obscene to many in the crowd. It was as though it invited both one's gaze and one's lust...
From the crowd, Viktor gave a hoot. "Aww yeah! Show off that pretty cunt, Lor!"
Lorelai laughed and turned to face the crowd, pressing her fingers to either side of her pussy. Pulling back her labia, she displayed her hole for all to see. It was a rosey pink, glistening with juice. She ran a finger down the centre, then sank it into herself, gasping as she frigged herself for the crowd.
Oulan clapped a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Come on... We've got a show to perform."
The shorter woman giggled and gave a nod, walking with the brawler to their orgasm-dazed prize. Lifting Wakaba from the ground, Oulan stripped off the girl's gi and shorts, leaving her utterly naked. She let her sink to her knees, the fistfighter heaving a breath. As she straightened, everyone could see her stomach was badly bruised. But it couldn't be from tonight. No... This was what Wakaba did normally.
"This little slut," began Oulan, "loves being beaten! She likes it when men and women hit her, when wolves rape her, when brutes take her by the neck and threaten to strangle her while they spear her little cunt."
Wakaba blushed, her cunt tingling at Oulan's words.
"Yes, it's true!" continued Lorelai, "She can only cum when she's being brutally fucked and tortured. She loves it when you kick and punch her tummy, or slap her across the face! Nothing makes her cum harder than when a man fuckes her throat so hard and deep that she almost passes out from suffocation~"
They looked at Leona, who had left Viktor's lap temporarily to fetch them an implement.
"Tonight, we're going to see just how much pain this bitch can take!" Oulan cackled. Leona handed Lorelai a ribbed rattan rod. Kasumi appeared from the doorway as well with some orange rope and went over to Wakaba, draping it around her neck in a noose. She then bound it down her body, going in loops and coils, forming a lattice across the fistfighter's chest and abdomen that hugged either tit and looped into a thong shape between her legs.
"Kasumi here knows the ancient Rokkaku erotic art of Shibari bondage! Isn't it beautiful?" said Lorelai, motioning to the knots the ninja had tied. The crowd applauded, clapping for the lovely work. "The noose part does work, and if you pull on the cord at her back, you can choke her while you fuck her!"
Oulan demonstrated, yanking the strap. Sure enough, the noose closed around Wakaba's throat, cutting off her air. The fistfighter struggled, squirming to free her arms. They'd been bound behind her, leaving her helpless to the torture of the noose. Just as she was going from red to purple, Oulan let go, slacking the rope. The girl doubled over, hacking and coughing, her face draining to a regular colour. But no one had missed one major detail. Amidst the strangulation, Wakaba had squirted all over the floor. A silvery sheen ran across the brickwork, trailing down from her thighs and across her feet.
"Stupid bitch, you're not allowed to cum so easily." Oulan snorted, backhanding the girl. Her blow sent Wakaba flying onto her side, her cheek welted in red. She moaned softly as Oulan approached, trying to get up. But Oulan was too quick. She heaved a foot into Wakaba's side, punting her in what was likely a kidney. She almost pissed herself right there, shrieking as she came again.
"Hold her down." said Lorelai. Oulan took Wakaba by the wrists and put her down on her knees, making her bend so her face was in the puddle of her juices from before. Mashing her cheek down in her own scent, Oulan snarled.
"Stay put, bitch, or we won't give you what you want."
"Y... yes Mistress! Please... Please beat me more... Hit me..." she wailed, her eyes welling up with tears.
Lorelai tapped the ribbed rod in one hand. It wasn't as forgiving as the crop Oulan had. It would leave some very permanent marks... and that's exactly what she was counting on. Raising it, she called out to Wakaba.
"Confess."
Wakaba looked up at Lorelai, blubbering, "I... I didn't do my training on Monday! I took a nap instead!"
SMACK!
The rod came down on Wakaba's ass, leaving a long, dark red mark on the flesh. Wakaba screeched through her teeth, trying hard to contain herself.
"Confess!"
"I... I hid outside Lord Riou's door last night and listened to him and Miss Nanami fuck!"
SMACK!
A second welt, deeper than the first, and one that broke the skin. It was deep and left a crimson trail. Lorelai raised the rod back to her shoulder.
"Confess!!"
"I... I..." Wakaba was openly crying, trying so hard not to cum. She could barely speak, she was right on the edge. "I... I love when Stallion fucks me because he's so fast in his thrusts that bashes my cervix and bruises my womb...!!"
A third strike, and this one drew blood immediately. Wakaba couldn't hold it anymore, her cunt spasming, her body shaking from head to toe. She keeled over on her side, the ropes passing between her thighs absolutely soaked with lust. Lorelai smiled, licking the blood off the tip of her rod.
"Oulan, your turn."
The well-muscled bitch-breaker went over to Wakaba and flipped the girl onto her back. Picking her up by the front of the Shibari knotwork, she hoisted her onto one of the low benches used for relief duty. Though she set her down, Oulan didn't release the rope. Instead, she held Wakaba aloft. While the back strap made the noose close quickly, the front still did the trick – just much, much more gradually. Slowly, slowly Wakaba's throat began to seal, the rope doing its work.
A broad grin crept across Oulan's face as she watched the girl begin to kick and squirm, her face flushing with blood. "Mmm... Such a pretty little lady... I'm going to absolutely ruin you. You're not allowed to die until I'm wholly spent"
With that, Oulan let Wakaba fall onto the bench, immediately moving between her legs and slotting the head of her cock into the girl's snatch. The size difference between the two was extraordinary. Wakaba was petite, even despite being a martial artist. She had soft features like some well-reared noble girl. Unless you looked at her feet and hands for their callouses, she might pass in another dress as being from wealthy stock.
Oulan, by contrast, was built like a brick shithouse. Her rippling muscles were almost absurd, and her fat cock easily dwarfed the hole it was about to penetrate. Taking a moment to palm and squeeze Wakaba's small breasts, she gave either one a sharp tug on their nipples, eliciting a moan from the girl.
Viktor, watching from the audience with Leona back in his lap, blinked. "It's a good thing vaginas are built to spit out kids, eh?"
Leona slapped him on the thigh, driving her cunt down to his hilt. "Shh, no commentary!"
With that, Oulan thrust forward. The cry Wakaba gave was ear-splitting. She shrieked with all her might, her cunt stretched beyond her wildest dreams by Oulan's monster. Even a man's fist wasn't quite as large, the fat fuckpipe forming a visible ridge in Wakaba's stomach. Oulan began to pump her hips, slotting deep with every thrust, howling with delight as she fucked the tight little cocksleeve beneath her. Wakaba could barely see, her mind racing as she felt Oulan's throbbing length punch past her cervix and into her baby chamber. Her womb was used to being battered, but nothing so large had ever worked its way in, much less so quickly. Her mind crashed and went blank as an orgasm hit, her body shuddering beneath Oulan.
"Mmm... You're going to cum a lot more before I'm done with you!" groaned the brawler, rolling her hips in long, deep strokes. Keeping her pace, she straightened up and rubbed her hands together, activating one of her runes. "Ever used a Double Beat run, bitch?" she asked Wakaba, looking into the girl's glassy, fuck-drunk eyes. She couldn't even muster a moan, lost in a foggy bliss of pain and pleasure, her lips upturned in a whorish smile.
"I'll take that as a no." said the brawler. Drawing back a fist, she brought the power of the rune to bear and slammed her fist into Wakaba's stomach. That brought the girl right back, her eyes focusing as Oulan rained punches down on her abdomen. Thick. Heavy. Brutal. Punches. Over, and over, and over. The Double-Beat rune was legendary for increasing the brutality of one's strikes. It wasn't just Oulan's fists, either, her cock was slamming with twice the force, turning Wakaba's pussy into a sloppy mess.
Wakaba began to cum uncontrollably, her climax crashing through her over and over with every blow and thrust. Her cunt squirted juice all over Oulan's stomach and their thighs, spasming and clutching at her length. With a particularly brutal thrust, Oulan hilted herself and came, almost instalty bloating the girl's womb with jizz. In the same motion, she pulled the cord under Wakaba's back taut, cutting off the girl's air. The shrill squeak Wakaba let out was loud enough to make Shiro come bounding to the front of the room, dragging a knotted Ayda with him.
Oulan's balls emptied in thick ropes, the brawler pulling out and letting the rest cover Wakaba. It was like a wave of cum had crashed across Wakaba's chest and stomach, icing her in a thick layer of seed. More and more spilled from Oulan's cock in ribbons, splattering the girl's face. As her shots dimmed, she released Wakaba's string and let her collapse on the couch.
"Whew..." said Oulan, wiping her brow. "Heh... I think she passed out."
Lorelai looked at the fistfighter's face, slapping her cheek softly. "Mm, seems so. That's okay... She'll wake up soon enough." she said. Turning to the crowd, Lorelai bowed and gestured to Oulan and Wakaba.
"Part one of our show! Please applaud for the lovely Oulan and Wakaba!"
The room broke into applause, Shiro barking his approval from the sidelines.
"All right... So, next up, we're going to see just how many cocks can fit in me! Our last show had a record of four in my pussy and six in my ass! Do you think we can beat that?" said Lorelai, winking at the audience. "We're going to start off with my first volunteers, Camus and Miklotov. You ladies know how well-hung these gentlemen are, so let's give them a round of applause!"
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All right, that's part 1 done! I'll get part 2 up shortly~ Hope you guys enjoyed it! I don't usually write so much extreme stuff, but I wanted to give it a try!
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Suikoden II: Of Libertine Revolutionaries