A young Asian girl is disowned by her parents when they learn she’s pregnant. She undergoes humiliation after humiliation as she struggles to scrape by.
Toki was her lowest. Only 16 years old and 6 months pregnant. She hid it as long as she could, but today her parents had found out. She had come home from school only to be greeted with a barrage of angry yelling from her mother and father. She had fallen to her hands and knees, begging for their forgiveness. But there was no mercy to be had. They screamed Japanese insults, called her 売春婦 (whore), 遊女 (harlot), and 浮気女 (slut). They dragged her out of the house by her hair and tossed her out into the rain.
"We have no daughter." was the last thing they said to her before slamming the door shut.
Toki had nothing. Only the clothes on her back. A pair of black loafers, high white socks, a knee length plaid skirt, and short sleeved white button up shirt. The very uniform she had worn to school that day. She tried to think of anyone she could stay with. She had no other family living in the city. She had struggled to make friends at school since her family had moved here 5 months ago. Even the father of her child was halfway across the country. At a loss for what to do, she went to the public library to try and wait out the rain. But the rain did not stop. The hours quickly ticked by, and as the little light that pierced the clouds faded, she had to leave the shelter of the library as it closed for the night.
Alone, she wandered the streets at night. The heavy rain poured down in sheets, soaking through her clothing. The cold winds picked up, chilling her to the bone, and making her nipples annoyingly pointy. Her long, straight, black hair clung to her face, neck, and back. She felt a growl deep in the pit of her stomach and hoped it was just hunger. She searched for something to eat, but without any money her attempts were futile. That was until he saw a man walk out of a restaurant, a takeout bag grasped firmly in his hands.
Toki swallowed her pride and walked up to the man. He stopped when he saw her. She must have looked utterly pathetic. Her white button up shirt so soaked it was see-through. Her skirt clinging to her thighs and groin. Her baby-bump clearly visible.
"Excuse me, sir," she meekly asked, "could you please spare me some food?"
He looked her up and down in a way that made Toki cringe.
"Go buy your own!" he grumpily responded, trying to walk away,
"Please sir!" Begged Toki as she grabbed onto the man's sleeve, "I have no money and no one to rely on! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" asked the man, a curious look on his face.
"Anything." Toki meekly responded.
An evil grin crossed the man's face. He took Toki's hand in his own and lead her into a nearby alley, besides a dumpster that blocked them from view. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before unzipping his fly and whipping out his cock. Toki gasped in shock.
Show me how bad you want it. On your knees!" Snarled the man.
Tokie knew exactly what he wanted. She had done it twice before for the father of her child. The thought of doing it for a total stranger though, that disgusted her. But a second growl in the pit of her stomach was enough motivation to push her disgust aside. Toki kneeled down, her legs and socks getting wet from the filthy garbage water which was leaking from the dumpster. She rested her ass on her heels, straightened her back, and opened her mouth.
With one hand, the man roughly grabbed her jaw. He squeezed hard, squishing her face, and forcing her mouth wide open. With his other hand he guided his semi-hard cock into her mouth. It smelled strongly of sweat and tasted like sea water. Toki started to gag. In response, the man released his grip on her jaw and grabbed the hair on the back of her head. He pulled down on her hair hard, tilting back her head and opening her mouth even wider.
He slipped his hard cock deeper inside Toki's mouth. His cock bulged out her cheek. He pulled back his hips and started violently thrusting in and out of her mouth. Toki could barely choke down gasps of air between each thrust. His loose, heavy balls slapped repeatedly against her chin.
With the hand he had used to guide in his cock, the man reached down and grabbed the collar of Toki's shirt. He pulled down hard, causing the top buttons of her shirt to come flying off, revealing the tops of her breasts, like a V-neck. He then shoved his hand down her cleavage, groping her soft, round, c-cup breasts. Toki's hands shot up around his wrists, trying to push his hands away. Unable to stop him, she bites down hard on his cock. Groping was a bridge too far for her.
The man pulled back, his cock slipped out her mouth and his hands let go of her. Toki panted, trying to catch her breath, relieved he had stopped. An intense, hot, stinging pain spread out over the right side of Toki's face as the man slapped her as hard as he could. The force of the impact sent Toki sprawling onto the ground.
The man grabbed Toki by the ankles, and dragged her across the ground towards him. He flipped up her skirt. Toki panicked and tried to lift herself up. The man firmly grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down, her face and body pressed against the hard, wet ground. Toki screamed as the man pulled her white panties down around her knees, but her high, shrill screams were blocked out by the howling winds.
The man kneeled on both her legs, his rock hard cock teased Toki's pale, tight cunt. An innocent, taught pussy framed with a small spattering of thin, straight, black pubic hairs. Toki begged him to stop, screaming as the man violently thrust the entire length of his hard cock into her dry cunt. She felt him stretch her more than she's ever been stretched before. She even swore she felt something inside her tear.
But the man did not care. He thrust wildly inside her, unbothered by the lack of any lubrication, and utterly lost in the divine tightness of her body. Toki cried as her insides burned with friction. Finally, the man thrust his full length inside her, brushing against her cervix and making her eyes roll up in her head, and came deep inside her. Toki felt blast after blast of hot, thick, gooey cum painted her insides white. The man drained his balls before standing up and putting his dick away. Triumphantly he lorded over the soaking, crying, helpless, Japanese girl who leaked his cum from her puffy, pink, battered pussy.
He shook the bag of food he had promised to Toki, grabbing her attention. He then made her watch as he tossed it into the dumpster. Toki's face bore an utterly broken expression. The man strutted away, a renewed kick in his step.
Slowly, Toki crawled back up to her knees. Her body ached. Her pussy burned and throbbed. Rain ran down her exposed cleavage. The right side of her face pulsed and stung to touch. She looked at her reflection in a puddle and saw a red imprint on her right cheek and around her right eye. She lifted herself back up to her feet, grasping the wall for support. She felt his cum start slowly trickling down her thighs and legs. She reached down and pulled her panties back up to help stem the flow and save what little modesty she had left.
Once she could walk without having to lean on anything, she pushed over a nearby garbage can to the side of the dumpster. Awkwardly, she climbed atop the garbage can, and used it like a stool to get herself over the lip of the dumpster. Inside, she quickly found what she was searching for. The man's leftover bag. A half-eaten hotdog had spilled out when he threw it in the dumpster and was now touching garbage. Toki didn't care.
She gobbled down the hotdog like a ravenous wolf. The thought of it having touched both the man's mouth and the garbage made her gag, but she kept it down. Once she finished the hotdog, she looked inside the bag. Inside was a handful of fries. Large tears silently rolled down her cheeks as she housed the meager portion of fries. It tasted like heaven itself to the poor girl.
Finished with her meal, Toki tried to climb out the dumpster. But she slipped while doing so and fell to the ground. She fell on her left side, her hip hitting the ground hard. She felt a similar throbbing pain to what she felt on her cheek, only this time more dull. As she stood back up, Toki felt another deep growl in the pit of her stomach. This time it wasn't hunger. Embarrassed, and with no other options, Toki hiked up her skirt, took off her panties, and squatted while spreading her legs.
It was surprisingly difficult for Toki to undo many years of potty training, and her body refused to relieve itself at first. But Toki persisted. First, she felt large globs of cum drip out her cunt, plopping against the ground. Then she felt the familiar warm sensation of piss, as a strong golden stream left her body. And finally, she felt a waterfall of hot diarrhea come out her ass. Once she was fully relieved, Toki used her white panties as toilet paper and tossed them away in the dumpster.
Toki began to cry. She rested her hand on her baby bump, feeling the life turn inside her. She refused to bring a child into a life like this. A life she couldn't even bare herself. And so she made the choice to take the most drastic of options and end both her child's life and her own. She pondered how to do it. She contemplated hanging, but had no idea how to pull it off. She thought about jumping off a bridge, but was scared of how painful it would be. She thought about slitting her wrists, but was unsure she'd have the willpower to wait long enough to bleed to death. She wanted something fast, easy, inescapable, and relatively painless. So she settled on overdosing.
Toki found a small, 24-hour pharmacy. The fluorescent lights of its cheap sign flickered on and off in the dark and stormy night. Like a baby deer, Toki timidly stepped inside. The only other person inside was a bored young man at the counter.
"Welcome." he said in a cold, mechanical, disinterested voice.
He didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed firmly on his phone. It was better than Toki had hoped for. She quickly made her way to the isles that had over-the-counter medicines. She scanned the rows of pills, full of names she couldn't even pronounce. Finally, she found one she recognized, Advil. She quickly scanned the warning label on the back of the bottle. It sounded quite serious and dangerous. Toki glanced around to make sure nobody was looking before she slipped it into the right cup of her bra. She then quickly walked back to the exit, her left side facing the store clerk, concealing the bulge in her right breast.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Just as Toki was about to step out the door an alarm went off. There was some kind of detector at the doorway.
"Hey!" shouted the store clerk.
He started moving from behind the counter. Toki took off like a bolt of lightning. She ran into the dark and stormy night. She ran and ran, until her legs could run no more, and even then she still ran. Toki only stopped when she reached a playground. Terrified, she looked around, but there was no one following her. Toki fell to her knees as she caught her breath. She retrieved the bottle of Advil from her bra.
A small container of 30 pills. It fit so perfectly in the palm of her hand, like it was destined for her. Toki trembled as she unscrewed the cap. She raised the rim of the bottle to her lip. She froze, overwhelmed by the severity and permanence of the decision that lay before her. Toki calmed her breath, steeled herself, but her hand refused to move.
Bolts of lightning and thunder crashed overhead, Wild winds whipped the branches of the trees too and fro, cracking like whips as they thrashed about. But amidst the swirling chaos, Toki sat still as a statue. No matter how much she tried to force the pills into her mouth, her trembling hand utterly refused to move. Deep down in her womb, she felt a tiny kick. The tiniest, smallest, most helpless of struggles. Tears trickled down her cheeks, and mixed with droplets of rain.
Her grip lessened, and the bottle of pills fell to the ground. Pills scattered everywhere as the bottle bounced against the dirt. Toki could keep up her facade of strength no longer. Her will shattered like glass, splintering into millions of small shards. Toki wailed against the wind, against the thunder, against the very storm itself. She slammed her fists against the ground, pounding until her hands were red. Keening like a banshee in the night.
She couldn't do it. No matter how hard she tried, how much she wanted it, she simply could not bring herself to do it. She had tried to keep her composure. She had tried to rely only on herself. She had tried to step up to her situation and act like a woman. But Toki was no woman. Toki was a girl. A young, weak, helpless, teenage girl. With the last of her strength, Toki pulled herself to one of the metal poles holding up the playground slide. Her back rested against the pole, body sat at a right angle, legs shamelessly spread wide, exhaustion finally overtook her.
When the man first saw her, he could hardly believe his eyes. A teenage asian girl, passed out against a playground play-set, in what was perhaps the worst storm of the decade. Her skin was abnormally pale, translucent almost, with only tiny specks of color coming from her small veins. Her schoolgirl uniform, black loafers, high white socks, a plaid skirt that ended just above her knees, and a button up white t-shirt all completely and utterly saturated with water. The skirt clung to her hips and legs, and with her legs spread wide it gave a perfect view of her youthful, pink, puffy cunt adorned with various small, straight, black hairs, and no panties at all to cover it. Her shirt was essentially see-through, every curve of her lithe body was visible, as well as the unusual bulge of her stomach. Her simple white bra was visible too, and was equally as soaked, her pointy nipples and dark areolas on full display. Her shirt was also missing the topmost set of buttons, showing off her cleavage, which was surprisingly well developed for her age.
Her face was slender, beautiful, and tragic all at once. The right side of her face was bruised, with her right eye being particularly bad. Purple, black, and blue bruises surrounded her right eye, going all the way down to her bags. Makeup ran down from her eyes, long black trails that bled out into pools on her cheeks. The bright red of her lipstick had faded, revealing her lips to have turned a light blue, just like her fingers had from the knuckles up. Her long, wet, straight, black hair clung messily to her face and body. Her eyes were closed, her whole body still, as if she were in a deep, peaceful slumber.
He briskly walked over, fearful he had found her too late. He knelt down beside her and grabbed her left wrist, frantically feeling for a pulse. Her skin was cold as ice, and no pulse could be found. He moved his fingers up to her neck, his heart skipped a beat as he felt nothing. But his fear was relieved when he felt a small, warm pulse in her neck. He grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to shake her awake. Her eyes lazily fluttered open, though her bruised right eye only opened half-way.
Toki's vision was blurry as her eyes fluttered open. She saw a man kneeling before her, his large, warm hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth. He was saying something, but she couldn't understand his words. The whole world was a dream-like blur. The man was old looking, perhaps in his 40s. He had short, wavy grey hair, and a matching short grey peach-fuzz on his jaw. His hair and beard were dotted with small specks of grey. He was average build, but Toki could make out some slight muscles on his arms. He was wearing a long, beige trenchcoat, blue jeans, and a long sleeved black shirt. Toki tried to speak, but her body was too weak. She felt numb all over, and extremely sluggish.
The man, satisfied Toki was semi-conscious, quickly spring into action. He took off his trench coat and wrapped it over her, making sure it covered her hands and feet. Tokie felt her heart flutter as he draped the trench coat over her, and it did a little leap in her chest when he lifted her up. The man held her close against her body, cradling her by her legs and back, and made sure to lift with his knees. It was by no means easy, but once he was standing up he found it much easier to keep holding her up than to initially lift her. His mind raced with what to do. His first instinct was to run to a hospital. But given the circumstances he had found her in, he worried that doing so would just be putting her in the grasp of those who wished her harm. So, he took a gamble, and started running back to his apartment.
The world was a blur for Toki as the man sprinted down the street. Passing streetlights glimmered like stars in the night sky. She felt the man's strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to his body. She felt his body heat start filling her, as his coat kept the elements at bay. As she got warmer, she felt herself start to tremble and shiver uncontrollably, her teeth even chattering. A bolt of lightning crashed overhead and she flinched, burrowing her head deeper into the man's chest. She noticed the man's smell, like cinnamon, spices, and some other warmth that tickled her nostrils. It reminded her of her father's cologne. The thought of her father made her start crying once more. But her tears only made the man smile, as it meant she was coming back from the edge of death.
After running for what felt like an eternity, the man finally reached the door of his apartment. A crappy, graffitied door in some shifty back alley. He burst into the stairwell, for once in his life being thankful his landlord hadn't gotten the lock fixed. He stormed up the stair, the loud thuds of his footsteps eliciting a few loud complaints from the neighbors through the paper-thin walls. He fumbled for his keys in his pocket as he hurriedly unlocked his apartment door. Once he got it, he kicked the door closed behind him with a loud thud. He ran over to the living room couch and dumped the bundled up girl onto it. He plugged in the crappy space heater he used when the building's heating was out (which was most days) and dragged it over next to her. Then he ran to his linen closet and tore the door open. He grabbed every piece of bedding he could find and dumped it on the girl. Then he ran over to the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove, and then dashed into the bathroom and started filling a tub with hot water. Luckily, the boiler seemed to be working today.
Having prepared everything he could, the man went back over to the girl on his couch, now buried under a pile of various blankets, bedsheets, and towels.
He knelt down by her side, and pushed back the space heater a bit after realizing having it so close to a large pile of cloth could be a fire-hazard. Toki's eyes fluttered open, her vision slowly cleared and the man before her came into focus. She tried to stand up, but her body was too sluggish and exhausted it refused to move.
"Relax," said the man in a deep, soothing voice,"don't push yourself. You're safe now."
He rested a hand on her forehead, feeling her temperature. Toki flinched as his hand touched her, memories of her rape running through her head. The man noticed her discomfort and pulled back his hand.
"What were you doing out there? Where are your parents?" the man asks.
Toki murmured something, weak and barely audible.
"What?" the man asked, leaning in closer.
"Why won't you let me die?" Toki murmured once more.
The man's eyes went wide in shock. As he turned to look her in the eyes he saw large tears streaming down her cheeks. The man felt a feeling in the pit of his chest he had never felt before. A burning, angry, sad, compassionate feeling. Like pity and anger all in one. He felt a primal desire to protect her, to guard her, to save her from herself. And a violent rage at those responsible for her current state. He sat wordless beside her as she cried and cried. He desperately wanted to say some perfect, magic word that would end her sorrow, but words had never been his strong point, particularly with women. The kettle in the kitchen whistled, and the man left her side briefly, returning with a cup of hot tea. He offered it to Toki, but her arms were too weak to hold up the mug, so he placed it down by the side of the couch.
"I'm Rob," said the man.
Toki looked at him, confused.
"I just realized we never introduced ourselves." awkwardly chuckled the man.
"Toki." she weakly replied.
"Toki... Toki...," said Rob, "A very pretty name. Chinese?"
"Japanese."
"Right..."
The silence was deafening. Rob had no idea it would feel this awkward to save a girl. It was nothing like the movies. She was supposed to throw her arms around him, thanking him for saving her life and kissing him on the cheek (innocently of course).
"I once had a layover at Narita International." said Rob, desperately trying to make smalltalk.
Toki said nothing. She didn't know what to think of Rob. He seemed harmless, and he had saved her.
"I went there once." said Toki, throwing him a bone.
"Oh really?" said Rob.
"Yeah, to visit my grandma."
Toki was lying of course. Her grandmother actually lived in Hokkaido. But the relief in Rob's face as he conversed with her was worth a little white lie. They chatted a bit. Rob asked about her age, where she was from, if she had any siblings. Toki was as vague as she could be answering any questions that would lead him back to her parents, fearful that if she did so she would be sent back to them. Her obfuscation was not lost on Rob, who didn't push the issue any further.
"Can I check your temperature?" asked Rob.
Toki considered it.
"Yes." she finally said.
Rob reached out and gently felt her forehead. She was much warmer than he had first found her. Then he reached down and felt her arm. It was colder than her forehead and still damp, though some color was starting to return. Rob was worried that her condition wasn't improving as quickly as he had hoped. Rob gently pulled the pile of blankets off her and helped her sit up.
"Listen," he said, looking her right in the eyes, "I have a nice hot bath in the bathroom. But first we're going to need to get those wet clothes off you. You think you can undress yourself?"
Toki shook her head. She was far too weak to undress, let alone bathe herself. Rob let out a sigh.
"Right, then I'm going to have to undress you. Are you ok with that?"
"Yes." Lied Toki.
She wasn't comfortable with the idea of a man seeing her naked, not in the slightest. But she also knew she needed to get out of her wet clothes. She bit her lower lip as Rob started undressing her. First he removed her loafers. Then he rolled her socks off each foot, each dainty pale foot popping free. He noticed her toes were slightly blue and rubbed her feet a little to warm them up. It made Toki feel a bit ticklish. Then he started unbuttoning her shirt, as his hands brushed by her breasts and belly Toki felt her heart skip a beat. Once her shirt was off, Rob unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down her legs, He was shocked to see she wasn't wearing any panties, and even more shocked to see her battered cunt leaking a familiar white liquid. Finally, he undid her bra. Toki sat naked on the couch, her arms limp at her side, legs lazily parted. Her breath fast, chest heaving. A wetness growing in her groin.
Rob picked her up in his arms again. Her naked body felt so intimately close to his. He carried her into the bathroom, and slowly lowered her into the bathtub. The warm water engulfed her body like a blanket. Some of it splashed against Rob's clothes, and he took off his shirt to keep it from getting wet. Toki couldn't take her eyes off his chest, muscular and hairy, the kind of manly body she'd dreamed about. He lathered up his hands with soap and gently scrubbed her body. Her arms, shoulders, down her ribs, hips, legs, feet. He avoided touching any of her genitals for as long as he could. He could tell from her glances, blushing, and stifled gasps that Toki was enjoying this far more than she should. But he eventually had to bite the bullet. He washed her youthful breasts, getting in between her cleavage and her nipples. Toki clenched her thighs together as her body got hot from his touch. Then he washed her groin, lathering her mound with soap and scrubbing it clean. Then slipping his finger inside her pussy and trying to get the cum out of her. Toki was overwhelmed with pleasure, and came on his fingers. Rob felt himself get hard as her tight young cunt clamped down on his fingers. It took every ounce of willpower he had to pull his fingers free.
Toki blushed as Rob went on to washing her hair. She felt so embarrassed about cumming on his fingers. Once she was all clean, and her body was much warmer, Rob drained the tub and rubbed her down with a towel. This also was extremely arousing to her, as his hands caressed her ass, cunt, and breasts with only a rough towel between them. He picked her back up and carried her back to the couch. Rob tried to find something for her to wear, but all he could provide was a white t-shirt that was comically large on her. But Toki didn't mind, she actually liked it. She liked that it smelled like him. And so Rob tucked her into the couch, a comically large pile of blankets atop her.
"I have something to confess," said Toki.
Rob listened carefully and attentively as Toki confessed everything that had occurred to Rob. How she had been seduced by one of her teachers. How he made her feel special, promised her the world, and then abandoned her when he got a better job offer elsewhere. She confessed how he had left her pregnant, how she tried to hide it from her family. She told him about how she was thrown out of her home and disowned by her parents, how she struggled to find food, how she was raped, how she tried and failed to kill herself. Throughout the whole thing Rob was completely silent, toki couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eyes. When she finally finished, she mustered the courage to look Rob in the eyes once more. To her shock, he was crying, tears running down his face. Toki couldn't hold back her own tears at the sight of him. Rob hugged Toki, his arms holding her body close to his like a vice, He swore to protect her, to stay by her side. Toki felt overwhelmed by his love. She felt his heartbeat against her own. Toki gently pulled Rob onto the couch. She guided his hands up to her breasts. Rob looked at her in shock, but she looked back at him with lust.
"Let me feel your love!" she cried out.
Rob's scenes took leave of him. He quickly stripped out of his clothes while Toki slipped out of his t-shirt. Their naked bodies intertwined. He was so much larger than her. He passionately kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Then he started slowly kissing down her body. He stopped at her breasts, kissing and sucking her nipples. He felt a warm little spurt as she started lactating in his mouth. His cock got rock hard as he hungrily sucked down her milk. He teasingly brushed his cockhead against her labia, rubbing it slowly up and down, feeling her wetness. Then he slowly parted her lips and thrust inside. Her Pussy was so tight! Toki's eyes rolled up in her head as his hard, thick cock filled her. She felt each and every vein! He slowly pushed deeper and deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her, the tip of his dick pressing against her cervix. He started slowly thrusting in and out. Toki's body felt like a constant string of firecrackers going off at once. She felt full, sexy, and loved. Her orgasm washed over her again, her pussy clenching down. Rob nearly nutted right then and there. He began thrusting into her harder and faster, building up speed. Toki started drooling, as Rob thrust his whole length inside her and filled her tight cunt with his seed.
Rob grunted as he shot string after string inside her, draining his balls. Out of breath he collapsed on top of her, nearly crushing her beneath him. Rob rolled to the side. He spooned Toki, his larger body cradling hers from behind. His hand rested protectively and possessively on her baby bump. Toki wiggled her butt back against his groin as she snuggled up against him. The warmth of his body bled into her's. Rob pulled the sheets up over them. Together they began to drift off to sleep. Toki knew that many challenges lay ahead, and that the path forward would be anything but easy. But deep down she knew, so long as she had someone who truly loved her at her side, she could accomplish anything.