After some convincing, we were finally able to get the location of this so-called meat-toilet from Gio. We had to convince him that we weren’t going to partake in the meat toilet, and it was more of a morbid curiosity. In the end, I told him it was something that excited my teacher. In the end, he was giving Sasori some very cold eyes and lowered his head to me.
“Look, I know banging a teacher is a major fantasy for guys, but this girl is a freak! Just don’t stick your dick in something you’ll regret, man.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said helplessly.
“See that you do…” He sighed, handing me the VIP guest pass to the room. “She’s all used up anyway, so perhaps it’ll be good if you see her in that state and decide to avoid it yourselves. Finish soiling your roots so you can give my sister a responsible man, okay?”
Gio shook his head and shot Sasori another cold look before finally leaving.
As he walked away, he muttered to himself. “The kind of women they make teachers these days. Damn… and my dad sent me to an all-boys school. I think I’ll need two hookers tonight.”
I let out a breath when he finally left. As for Sasori, she crossed her arms, her expression pouty.
“You didn’t have to blame me for everything.” She said tearfully, “You made me look like a creeper!”
“It’s for your daughter.” I shot back.
As soon as those words were said, a somber mood crossed over the pair of us. Was this what happened to Kira? She got in some kind of debt with the mob and was now being shared as a meat toilet? Worst of all, could Netorase be involved in some way? This was truly a horrible situation, and neither of us was eager to find out the truth.
This was the reason we had come here, though. We couldn’t abandon Kira now, especially coming this far. I tried to promise myself that no matter what situation I found Kira in, I wouldn’t think anything less of her. However, my imagination put some pretty horrible circumstances in my mind, and I wasn’t sure if I could keep the promise in my heart.
We approached the door, which was inconspicuous, just another love hotel room only just down the hall from our own. Any number of perversions could have been occurring in any of these rooms at this moment. The more I thought about it, the less comfortable this love hotel became. I had always seen this as an erotic place of excitement, but now it was starting to make me feel a little sick.
Taking one last look at Sasori, I slid the card door through and walked in. My sight immediately went to the naked woman on the bed. She was tied up, her butt in the air. She was on the bed, and it was covered in wet spots of various fluid. At various points throughout the night, she had been dragged all over the bed, and sex stains permeated the room as proof to that. Furthermore, the room was thick with the smell of sex, so much that I almost felt like gagging. Without saying anything, Sasori walked over to the window and opened it just a crack. That was all it would go, but even that much fresh air was welcome.
The girl herself was completely naked other than her restraints which left her arms and legs hogtied and restricted to the four posts of the bed. However, she was in an all four position. She looked like she had recently been used in this position, as there was some cum leaking from her pussy, and her asshole was gaping as if it recently had been stretched. Sasori distinctly avoided looking at the person.
As for their identity, that was impossible to tell. They had a bag over their head, and by my guess, a gag in their mouth. They were basically faceless. A hole you could fuck, well, two holes when it came to this girl.
“I-is it her?” Sasori asked nervously.
“Can’t you tell?”
“H-how could I?”
“I don’t know. You’re her mother…”
“I can’t say I’ve ever seen my daughter in this… this position!” Sasori grimaced.
I sighed, “Well, I guess there is only one way to find out.”
I walked around to the head of the bed, where her head was wrapped in a breathable canvas bag and pushed into the bedding, in position to be ridden by any other man who walks into this room. I reached out and grabbed the bag. Sasori looked over at me and then gave a slight nod.
In a swift motion, I peeled off the bag. As I did so, the way I grabbed it got her mouth gag too. I ended up pulling it off in a rip. I immediately saw light brown hair and let out a sigh of relief.
“It’s not her,” I said, almost feeling like laughing.
However, if the person here was not Kira, that meant that Kira was still somewhere in this hotel. She could still be suffering too.
I turned to leave, but I barely took a step when the person on the bed spoke. “Hakaru?”
I froze, realizing that I recognized the voice. I looked back down at the girl on the bed. This time, I made sure to get a really good look at her.
“Eiko?” My eyes widened as I realized that the girl in front of me was my first truly serious girlfriend, Eiko.
“Did you come to fuck me too?” Eiko spoke unsteadily, her voice almost delirious like she was half in a dream-state. “Did you want to stick your dick in the girl who got away?”
“Got away!” Anger started to rise up inside me. “You cheated on me! A lot!”
“Hehehe…” Eiko started giggling, drool coming out of her mouth. “So, you want to spank me then? Fuck my ass and hurt me?”
“Are you on drugs?” I asked incredulously.
Her eyes looked somewhat dilated, and her speech was very slurred. The Eiko I knew had at least some shame, but this girl was wagging her bruised butt even as a gob of some guys cum leaked to the bed. Suddenly, she burst into tears, crying.
“Hakaru… I should have… fucked you when I had the chance. I just thought you were too nice. Hakaru is nice.”
I shook my head, giving Sasori a look, who had a concerned teacher-like expression on her face. “I’m not nice. There are those who can attest to that.”
“No… but you are!” She said, her sobbing stopping. “I would have fucked you so badly when we were dating, but I knew you weren’t a freak like me. I knew you wouldn’t do the things I wanted done.”
“And is this what you wanted to be done?” I said, gesturing to her entire naked body.
“I don’t know…” She started crying again. “I want to go home. Everything hurts. Have I paid off my debt? Can I go home now?”
“She’s on some kind of cocktail of drugs. I don’t know what, but you won’t get any straight answers from her tonight.” Sasori said. “She’s not my daughter, but she is a student at my school. I believe she turned 18 recently. To see a student fall so quickly.”
I shook my head and started undoing the straps. Sasori didn’t say anything. As a teacher, she too didn’t want to leave someone like this. She began to help on the other side. After a bit, we got her removed from the bed. Without saying anything, I guided her to the bathroom. She could barely walk and tried to grab my dick twice. In the end, she ended up vomiting on the floor. I finally got her in the shower and turned it on.
She fought and protested for a bit, but I cleaned her up the best I could and only then did I put her in some clean clothing that she had brought. It was our school uniform. It had been taken off carefully and put aside in a drawer as if it was her dignity being set aside for later. She had no panties or a bra on though. Those had been torn to shreds and covered in fluids. There was nothing worth recovering.
Eiko occasionally said things, slipping between crying and laughing, but she eventually just started to act sleepy, leaning on anything and anyone nearby with her eyes closed. We ended up leaving the hotel room with Eiko clinging to me. Now that she was cleaned by me, she had the fresh floral scent of this hotels shampoo. She smelled and looked like the Eiko. I had dated all those years ago. This was the woman who forced me to stop being Kira’s friend. This was the one who had given me trust issues up until now.
By all accounts, I should hate Eiko with every fiber of my being, but I mostly just felt sorry for her. It went so far beyond disgust or hatred, that it wrapped around back into pity. Her braless chest was pressed against me and her legs wrapped around mine making it difficult to walk. Eventually, I took her down the hallway with Sasori’s help. The lobby person didn’t even look twice as we walked out of the room with the clearly drugged up student. I used my coat to try to hide as much of her school uniform as possible.
The pair of us ushered the sleeping girl out to Sasori’s car. As soon as we lay her down across the back seat, she was already asleep. Although several bruises remained, she looked nothing like the meat toilet we had run into. Instead, she looked like an innocent high school girl. The difference would be jarring to anyone who saw it.
“Hakaru…” Sasori wore a complicated face. “Thank you… for helping me take care of her. I wouldn’t be able to get over it had you just demanded we leave and search for Kira.”
I stroked her hair one last time before closing the door. “Eiko was once a girl I dated. She’s actually the reason I stopped talking to your daughter for a while. In a way, you could say she was the reason your daughter is in whatever plight she is right now. Had I not dated her, I’d still be close with your daughter, and maybe could have stopped whatever brought her here tonight.”
“So… that’s why the pair of you drifted apart. Another girl… I never knew…” Sasori responded simply.
It appeared she wouldn’t hold any grudged on Eiko. Well, blaming Eiko for Kira’s actions was a bit ludicrous anyway. I chose to end our relationship. If I hadn’t done it for Eiko, I could have just as well done it for someone else.
“With regards to Kira…” I said, my shoulders sagging a bit. “I don’t want to go back to that hotel. It makes me a little queasy. Your original plan was the right one. Let’s just wait here and catch her when she leaves.”
“Okay…” Sasori nodded, “Hakaru… you’re actually pretty dependable.”
I rolled my eyes. “Spare me, Sensei.”
“No, Hakaru, I mean it.” Sasori looked over at me. “You’re not what… I expected. I’ve gotten to see another part of Hakaru today, and it honestly makes me feel a little bit happy.”
I shot the woman a look of disbelief, preparing to shut down whatever delusions she was cooking up to justify our relationship, but right at that point a familiar face popped out of the hotel. Kira had her head down. She was wearing a long coat that hid her body, and she had a beanie covering her head and hair. It was a very inconspicuous dress, and if we weren’t looking for her, we might not have noticed.
“K-“ I stopped Sasori from shouting Kira’s name by grabbed her mouth and body at the same time.
She blushed, shooting me a look of appreciation, but strangely enough, didn’t pull my hands away that were wrapped around her. Her shout was enough though that it got Kira to turn towards us. We were both standing in front of a car she likely recognized as her mother’s car. She might have been being conspicuous, but I realized quickly that we were doing a really bad job at it.
“We need to talk.” I finally said, removing my hands from Sasori.
Kira sighed and then began walking towards us. Now was the time for answers.