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Are you 18 or older? <<link "Yes, I am 18 and above">> <<goto "Over18">> <</link>> <<link "No, I am under 18">> <<goto "Under18">> <</link>>

<<set $money = 0>> <<set $girls = 0>> <<set $girlsEfficiency = 100>> <<set $gym = { upgraded: false, upgradeCost: 4000, baseGain: 2, upgradedGain: 5 }>> <<set $strength = 0>> <<set $shizuka = { captured: false, level: 0, dominated: false, }>> <<set $bulma = { captured: false, level: 0, dominated: false, }>> <<set $jessica = { captured: false, level: 0, dominated: false, Love: false, }>> <<set $susan = { captured: false, level: 0, dominated: false, Love: false, }>> <<set $potions = 0>>

<div class="status-bar"> Money: $<<print $money>> Girls: <<print $girls>> Strength: <<print $strength>> </div>

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The dim glow of my lab’s flickering overhead light casts long shadows across cluttered workbenches. Piles of discarded tools, half-finished prototypes, and empty energy drink cans litter the room. I've spent months—maybe even years—perfecting my greatest invention: the Multiversal Watch. This sleek, futuristic device allows me to travel to alternate dimensions, specifically targeting worlds filled with the fictional heroines I’ve always wanted to own. Whether it’s a sword-wielding warrior princess, a brilliant but socially awkward scientist, or a mischievous magical girl, the watch is my ticket to bringing them into my world. And, of course, turn them into mine, one way or another. But there’s a catch. In my obsession with perfecting the watch, I’ve neglected... well, everything else. my lab is a disaster zone and my other inventions are gathering dust. Even my coffee maker broke last week, and I haven’t had the time (or motivation) to fix it. As I strap the watch onto my wrist, a holographic interface springs to life. A calm, slightly sarcastic voice fills the room. AI Assistant: Welcome back, Creator. I see you’ve finally finished me. Took you long enough. Shall we begin your quest for interdimensional conquest, or would you like to clean up this mess first? I roll my eyes. The watch’s AI assistant is as snarky as it is helpful, but it’s also my best source of information about the worlds I’ll be visiting. It can analyze environments, provide tactical advice, and even help me navigate the complexities of conquering woman across dimensions. AI Assistant: By the way, I should mention that the watch’s power supply is... limited. You’ll need to recharge it periodically. And no, I can’t fix your coffee maker. Priorities, Creator. With a deep breath, I prepare to activate the watch. The possibilities are endless, but so are the risks. Who knows what—or who—awaits you in the multiverse? <<link "Activate the watch">> <<goto "FirstWorld">> <</link>> <<link "Clean up the lab (just kidding, who has time for that?)">> <<goto "FirstWorld">> <</link>>

I press the button on the Multiversal Watch, and the room around me dissolves into a swirling vortex of light and sound. My stomach lurches as Im pulled through the fabric of reality, and for a moment, I feel like Im spinning out of control. Then, with a sudden 'thud', I land on a soft, carpeted floor. AI Assistant: Teleportation complete. Welcome to [High School of the Dead], Creator. Please try not to vomit. It’s... undignified. Too late. Im already feeling nauseous. I stumble to my feet, clutching my stomach, and realize Im standing in a small, tidy office. Bookshelves line the walls, and a large desk sits in the center of the room. Standing by the window, gazing out at the school courtyard, is Shizuka Marikawa herself. She hasn’t noticed me yet. She’s too busy humming softly to herself, her blonde hair swaying as she taps her foot to an imaginary beat. I take a moment to steady myself, but the nausea is overwhelming. Just as she turns around, I can’t hold it in anymore. me: “Uh-oh—” I vomit spectacularly into a nearby trash can. Shizuka: “Wha—?!” She jumps back, startled, her eyes wide with surprise. “Who are you? How did you get here? I didn't hear the door opening.” She crosses her arms, tilting her head as she studies me. Despite the situation, she looks more curious than angry. I try to speak, but another wave of nausea hits me, and I double over the trash can again. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/xVdJn0R/7237-MG8-HFD68-JMAM18-KACHN970.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Shizuka: “Oh my! Are you okay? You look terrible!” She rushes over, her nurse instincts kicking in. She places a hand on my forehead, checking for a fever. Shizuka: “You’re not running a temperature, but you’re clearly unwell. Did you eat something bad?” I shake my head, still too queasy to explain properly. Instead, I mutter something about “travel sickness.” Shizuka: “Travel sickness? But we’re in the middle of a school! How did you even get in here?” She looks around, as if expecting to see a hidden door or secret passage. “And why are you dressed so... oddly?” Before I can come up with a convincing explanation, the room falls eerily silent. The distant hum of the school, the faint chatter of students, even the birds outside, everything goes quiet. Shizuka frowns, glancing toward the door. Shizuka: “That’s strange... it’s never this quiet. Did something happen?” As she turns toward the door, I quickly reach into my pocket and pull out a small stun weapon—a compact device I brought for emergencies. I hesitate for a moment, but the AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind. AI Assistant: Creator, we don’t have time for distractions. Neutralize the threat and proceed with the mission. I take a deep breath and step forward. Shizuka doesn’t notice until it’s too late. Shizuka: “Hey, what are you—?” I press the stun weapon to her side and activate it. A faint 'zap' fills the air, and Shizuka’s eyes widen in shock before she collapses into my arms. I lower her gently to the floor, feeling a pang of guilt. AI Assistant: Target neutralized. Proceed with extraction. I glance down at Shizuka, her blonde hair splayed across the floor. She looks peaceful, almost like she’s sleeping. The silence in the room is deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the Multiversal Watch. I take a moment to listen, but there’s nothing—no footsteps, no voices, no signs of life. The stillness is unnerving. What should I do now? <<link "Activate the watch and go back">> <<set $shizuka.captured = true>> <<set $shizuka.level = 0>> // Reset level on recapture <<goto "Home">> <</link>> <<link "Have some fun with her first">> <<goto "FunWithShizuka">> <</link>>

<img src="https://i.ibb.co/pg4tZNg/9-KAMM8-FRFS64-AJ6-YNC75-A02-JA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> With Shizuka still unconscious in my arms, I gently placed her on the bed in her office. My pulse quickened as I looked at her, vulnerable and exposed. The adrenaline of the situation only added to my excitement. Kneeling down beside her, I began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her luscious curves inch by inch. Her skin was soft and smooth, practically begging to be touched. My fingers traced the outline of her breasts, which were even more impressive than I had imagined. I slipped off her skirt next, revealing her matching lace underwear. I couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation. I had to admit, she had a body that could make even the most experienced of collectors weak at the knees. As I began to slide down her underwear, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the sight that awaited me. She was absolutely stunning, her curves accentuated by the dim light in the room. Her skin was a warm, golden hue, glistening with a sheen of sweat from our exertions. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/HTKNBdrB/38-J1-ZEJZ73-NJK2-MC7-E4-Q5-V7-CF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her breasts were large and firm. I could see the faint outlines of her ribs beneath her skin, a testament to her lithe figure. Her waist was narrow, curving inward to her hips before flaring out to her thighs. She was, without a doubt, the hottest thing I had ever seen. And as I looked at her, I couldn't help but feel my heart swelled with lust. She would be mine, one way or another. <<link "Spread her legs">> <<goto "SpreadLegsShizuka">> <</link>> <<link "Activate the watch and go back">> <<set $shizuka.captured = true>> <<set $shizuka.level = 0>> // Reset level on recapture <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

As I positioned myself over Shizuka, I could feel the heat emanating from her body. I slowly began to push inside her, my length pressing against her entrance. She was tight, but her body seemed to yield to mine, slowly welcoming me in. The sensation was almost overwhelming - her inner walls hugging me, her warmth enveloping me. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/pvgXCTMC/GMGGDFQADPB07-R4-H80-ASED6-N80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The feeling of Shizuka's body enveloping me was indescribable. I could feel every inch of me being swallowed up by her warmth, her wetness. With each thrust, I could feel the friction building, creating a delicious tension that was almost unbearable. My dick, hard and aching, was enveloped in her warmth, her muscles clenching around me with every movement. I could feel the pleasure building in my lower body, a tight knot that threatened to unravel with every stroke. As I moved faster, the pleasure intensified. I could feel each ridge and vein of my dick being stimulated, the sensation almost too much to bear. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/x8zMx0W5/5-DDV2-F67-RG8-BGNXCN205-EZ0-HY0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Just before i was about to reached climax, low groans could be heard outside, signalling that some things, that were clearly not human were coming. I cursed under my breath and pulled out of her pussy. Carrying a unconcious Shizuka and my throbbing, painfully erect dick, i teleported us back to my base before the door was bashed open. <<link "Activate the watch and go back">> <<set $shizuka.captured = true>> <<set $shizuka.level = 0>> // Reset level on recapture <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

As I spread Shizuka's legs, I could see her pussy glistening in the low light of the enclosure. The lips were a soft pink, slightly parted to reveal her inner folds. I could see the faint outline of her clit, the small nub swollen. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tw64M4V3/DDN892-GQEXZYZCCSZFY5-FX4-E60.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The skin was delicate and sensitive and her inner folds were soft and wet, slick with her arousal. I could see the muscles contracting and releasing as I brushed my hand against her lips. <<link "Fuck her">> <<goto "ShizukaInterruptedFun">> <</link>> <<link "Activate the watch and go back">> <<set $shizuka.captured = true>> <<set $shizuka.level = 0>> // Reset level on recapture <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

A sleek, minimalist space with white curved furniture, soft ambient lighting, and a large built-in aquarium as the centerpiece. Lush green plants cascade from floating shelves, contrasting against the clean, high-tech backdrop. Transparent panels and holographic accents enhance the futuristic vibe, while the aquarium’s gentle glow adds tranquility. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/1t33z0Qd/8-W3-HX4-GKP24-WR88-T5-C59-XFQGR0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> lab <<link "Dungeon">> <<goto "Dungeon">> <</link>> <<link "Living Quarters">> <<goto "living quarters">> <</link>> <<link "Gym">> <<goto "Gym">> <</link>> <<link "Workshop">> <<goto "Workshop">> <</link>> <<link "Target Room">> <<goto "Target Room">> <</link>>

A grand, imposing dungeon with towering red brick walls and a vaulted ceiling. Iron-barred cells line both levels, their heavy doors creaking ominously. Somewhere deeper in the darkness, water drips, the sound echoing like a slow heartbeat. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/prKH241V/X1-SYDMG3-CKMQF2-A91-B5-WX2-FDD0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> <<if $shizuka.captured>> <<link "Shizuka">> <<set $shizuka.level = $shizuka.level + 1>> <<set _targetPassage1 = "Shizuka_" + $shizuka.level>> <<goto _targetPassage1>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $bulma.captured>> <<link "Bulma">> <<set $bulma.level = $bulma.level + 1>> <<set _targetPassage2 = "Bulma_" + $bulma.level>> <<goto _targetPassage2>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $susan.captured>> <<link "Susan">> <<set $susan.level = $susan.level + 1>> <<set _targetPassage3 = "Susan_" + $susan.level>> <<goto _targetPassage3>> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $jessica.captured>> <<link "Jessica">> <<set $jessica.level = $jessica.level + 1>> <<set _targetPassage4 = "Jessica_" + $jessica.level>> <<goto _targetPassage4>> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dim glow of the dungeon’s overhead light casts long shadows across the cold, stone walls. Chains hang from the ceiling, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and metal. In the center of the room, Her hands bound behind her back, is Shizuka Marikawa. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/CKsSL8Q9/FDBDB03-H06-QEVCWYA9-Z5-C4-E350.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She was naked, and her makeup is ruined—smudged eyeliner and mascara running down her cheeks, giving her a hauntingly vulnerable appearance. She sniffles softly, her eyes red and puffy from crying, but when she notices me enter, she quickly tries to compose herself. Shizuka: “Oh... it’s you.” Her voice is shaky, but she forces a weak smile. Shizuka: “You know, if you wanted to see me without makeup, you could’ve just asked. This is a bit... extreme, don’t you think?” I step into the light, the Multiversal Watch gleaming on my wrist. Shizuka’s eyes flicker to it, and for a moment, her fear is replaced by curiosity. Shizuka: “What’s that? Some kind of fancy gadget? Did you build it yourself? You must be really smart...” Her voice trails off, and she looks down, her smile fading. Shizuka: “But... why am I here? What do you want from me?” I don’t answer immediately. Instead, I walk closer, studying her. The AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind. AI Assistant: “Creator, proceed with caution. The subject appears emotionally unstable.” I stop a few feet away, crossing my arms. Shizuka looks up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Shizuka: “Please... just tell me what’s going on. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is this some kind of punishment?” Her voice cracks, and she looks away, trying to hide her face. I feel a pang of guilt, but I knew that she would crawl at my feet willingly soon.. me: “You didn’t do anything wrong. I brought you here because I want you to be mine.” Shizuka: “W-What?!” Her eyes widen in shock, and she stares at me, her mouth hanging open. Shizuka: “What are you talking about? You can’t just... just *claim* someone like that! That’s not how this works!” I take a step closer, my voice calm but firm. me: “It’s not up for debate. You’re here because I chose you. And I’m not letting you go.” Shizuka: “Chose me? For what? To be your... your what? Your prisoner? Your toy?!” Her voice rises, and she struggles against the restraints, her fear turning to anger. Shizuka: “You can’t just decide something like that! I’m a person, not some... some object you can collect!” I don’t respond, and she lets out a frustrated sob, her shoulders shaking. Shizuka: “Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?!” I take a deep breath and explained. me: “You didn’t do anything. I’ve watched you from afar, and I knew I had to have you. You’re special.” Shizuka: “Special?!” She laughs bitterly, tears streaming down her face. Shizuka: “If I’m so special, why are you treating me like this? Why tie me up and lock me in some creepy dungeon? This isn’t how you treat someone you are interested in!” I stood my ground. me: “Its better for you to be obedient. Trust me, you don't want to find out otherwise” I reach into your pocket and pull out a small bottle of water. I hold it out to her. me: “Here. Drink this.” Shizuka: “Why? So you can drug me or something? No thanks.” She glares at me, but her defiance is undermined by the tears still streaming down her face. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/hR5jqP59/XBVWAZB5-VRK9-SX765-RT191-WQW0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I sigh, setting the bottle on the floor within her reach. me: “Suit yourself. But you’ll need your strength for what’s coming next.” Shizuka: “What’s coming next? What are you planning to do to me?!” Her voice is panicked now, and she struggles against the ropes again. Shizuka: “Please, just let me go! I won’t cause any trouble, I swear!” I don’t respond. Instead, I turn and walk toward the door, leaving her alone in the dimly lit dungeon. As I reach for the handle, i paused. Turning around, I told her. me: “I will wait for you to calm down first” <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dungeon is quiet now, the echoes of Shizuka’s earlier sobs replaced by a heavy, almost electric silence. I step back into her cell, the dim light casting long shadows across the stone walls. She’s calmed down since I last left, her breathing steady but still tense as she watches me approach. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/hR5jqP59/XBVWAZB5-VRK9-SX765-RT191-WQW0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She’s still bound, her hands tied behind her back, her body exposed and vulnerable. Her makeup is still smudged, but there’s a new resolve in her eyes—a mix of fear, curiosity, and something else you can’t quite place. She looks up at me, her gaze flickering to the Multiversal Watch on my wrist before settling on my face. Shizuka: “You’re back...” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but there’s a hint of defiance in it. “What do you want now?” I don’t answer right away. Instead, I step closer, my presence overwhelming as I loom over her. She shrinks back slightly, but her eyes remain locked on mine. I reach down, gripping her chin gently but firmly, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. me: “You’re mine, Shizuka. And it’s time you started acting like it.” Her breath hitches, and she swallows hard, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what’s coming next. I release her chin and take a step back, unbuckling my belt with deliberate slowness. Her eyes widen as I pull down my pants, revealing my huge dick, already hard and throbbing. Shizuka: “W-Wait... what are you—?” Her voice trembles, and she shakes her head, her earlier defiance melting into nervousness. “You can’t be serious...” I step closer again, my dick inches from her face. She tries to lean back, but the restraints keep her in place. I grab a fistful of her hair, not roughly but firmly enough to make her gasp. me: “Open your mouth.” She hesitates, her lips trembling as she looks up at me with wide, fearful eyes. Her pride was still intact. me: "Do I need to tell you the punishment for disobedience?" Slowly, she obeys, parting her lips slightly. I guide my dick toward her mouth, the tip brushing against her soft lips. me: “Good girl. Now suck.” She whimpers softly but doesn’t resist. Her lips wrap around the tip of my dick, her tongue hesitantly flicking against it. I groan softly, my grip tightening in her hair as I push myself deeper into her mouth. She gags slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nsbqFYDR/GFPK2-BSZMGEY5-YZH0-G9-HT6-WFV0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I start to move, thrusting gently at first, then with more force as she gets used to the rhythm. The wet heat of her mouth engulfs me, hot and inviting. Her lips glide along my shaft, the wetness glistening in the light. I can feel the vibrations from her throat as she hums and moans around me, the sounds driving me wild with desire. With every lick and suck, I feel the tension building, the pleasure growing until it threatens to overwhelm me. I look down at her, taking in the sight of her bound and vulnerable, her face flushed and tear-streaked as she obediently sucks my dick. It’s a powerful feeling, knowing she’s completely at my mercy—and loving every second of it. me: “That’s it... take it all, Shizuka. You’re mine now.” She whimpers again, her eyes closing as she focuses on the task at hand. Her lips tighten around my dick, her tongue swirling around it as she takes me deeper and deeper. I can feel myself getting close, the pressure building with every thrust. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Zp27zTdc/WNB44-W36-TGM9-S4-B0-DDX6-BRVHJ0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> With a low groan, I finally release, my cum flooding her mouth. She gags slightly but swallows as much as she can, her cheeks bulging with the sheer volume. When I finally pull out, she gasps for air, a thin trail of cum dripping from her lips. I kneel down in front of her, wiping the mess from her face with my thumb. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and dazed, but there’s a flicker of something in them—submission, maybe, or even acceptance. me: “Good girl. You’re learning.” She doesn’t respond, just sits there, trembling slightly as I stand up and adjust my clothes. I glance back at her one last time before leaving the cell, the door closing behind me with a heavy thud. The AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind. AI Assistant: “Creator, this session was a success. However I do have to warn you, she is more of the submissive type. So she will submit more easily. DO NOT expect other girls you capture to be as easy to tame as her.” I responded, grinning. You: “I know.” <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dungeon is quiet, save for the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. I step back into the cell, the heavy door creaking open to reveal Shizuka still bound, her posture slumped but her eyes alert as they flicker up to meet mine. She looks different now—calmer, almost resigned, but there’s a subtle shift in her demeanor, a quiet acceptance that wasn’t there before. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/CKsSL8Q9/FDBDB03-H06-QEVCWYA9-Z5-C4-E350.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Shizuka: “You’re back...” Her voice is soft, tinged with a mixture of nervousness and something else—submission, perhaps. She doesn’t struggle against the ropes this time, her gaze steady as she watches me approach. I step closer, my presence filling the room. The **Multiversal Watch** gleams faintly on my wrist, catching her attention for a brief moment before her eyes return to mine. I kneel in front of her, my fingers brushing against her cheek as I tilt her head up to meet my gaze. me: “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” She hesitates, then nods slowly, her lips parting slightly as if she’s already anticipating my command. I smile, my thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip. me: “Good girl. You know what I want.” Her breath hitches, and she swallows hard, her cheeks flushing as she glances down at my crotch. I don’t need to say more—she understands. I unbuckle my belt with deliberate slowness, the sound of leather sliding through the loops echoing in the quiet room. My pants fall to the floor, and my huge dick, already hard and throbbing, springs free. Shizuka’s eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans forward slightly, her lips parting as she looks up at me with a mixture of nervousness and obedience. me: “Open your mouth.” <https://i.ibb.co/CsXn5xMz/RKT98-N3-QV3-J6-VVDDP1-BQ5-BQTX0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She obeys without hesitation this time, her lips wrapping around the tip of my dick as I guide it toward her. She takes me in slowly, her tongue flicking against the underside as she begins to suck. Her movements are more confident now, more practiced, and I groan softly, my hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place. She moans around my dick, the sound muffled but sending a shiver down my spine. Her lips tighten as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she works to please me. I can feel her submission in every movement, her willingness to obey making the experience even more intense. me: “That’s it... just like that. You’re learning so well.” She whimpers softly, her eyes closing as she focuses on the task at hand. Her pace quickens, her head bobbing as she takes me deeper and deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate me. I can feel the pressure building, my release imminent as she works to bring me to the edge. With a low groan, I finally come, my cum flooding her mouth. She swallows obediently, her cheeks bulging slightly as she takes it all. When I pull out, she gasps for air, a thin trail of cum dripping from her lips. I kneel down in front of her, wiping the mess from her face with my thumb. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Zp27zTdc/WNB44-W36-TGM9-S4-B0-DDX6-BRVHJ0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “Good girl. You’re doing so well for me.” She looks up at me, her eyes dazed but filled with a quiet satisfaction. She doesn’t speak, but the way she leans into my touch says everything. I stand up, adjusting my clothes as I glance down at her one last time. me: “Rest now. I’ll be back.” <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dungeon is dimly lit, the air thick with tension as I step back into the cell. Shizuka is still bound, but her posture has changed—she’s more relaxed, her eyes downcast as she waits for my return. She looks up as I enter, her gaze flickering with a mix of anticipation and submission. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/0VqHjrfV/4-NSRR56-TRMMTMN47-FX2-H4-JS6-X0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “It’s time for the next step.” Her breath hitches, and she nods slowly, her body trembling slightly as I approach. Shizuka: “What... what do you want me to do?” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but there’s a readiness in her tone—a willingness to obey. I stand up, stripping off my clothes until I’m completely bare. Shizuka’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my huge dick, already hard and throbbing. I grab her by the shoulders, guiding her to stand. She stumbles slightly, her legs still weak from being bound, but she steadies herself quickly. me: “Get on the bed.” She obeys without hesitation, climbing onto the cold stone slab that serves as a bed in the dungeon. I order her to get on top, positioning myself between her legs. She gasps softly as I press the tip of my dick against her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. me: “You’re mine now, Shizuka. Remember that.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/8gqvDv5x/VVWTPW7-WY2-NDY035-Z799-NRBT20.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She nods, her lips parting slightly as I push into her, inch by inch. She moans softly, her body arching as she takes me in. I start slow, thrusting gently at first, allowing her to adjust to my size. I can feel the soft walls gripping my dick, pulsing and squeezing around my thickness. The heat of her core envelops me, drawing me deeper as she tightens around me. With each thrust, I feel the pleasure building, the sensation of her tightness and heat driving me wild. As I pick up the pace, her moans grow louder, her body moving in rhythm with mine. I grab her hips, pulling her closer as I thrust deeper into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She cries out, her head falling back as pleasure overtakes her. me: “That’s it... let go. You’re mine, Shizuka.” She whimpers, her body trembling as she obeys, her submission deepening with every thrust. Her moans grow louder with increasing intensity. Hours pass, the two of us lost in the rhythm of my movements. Shizuka’s moans become more desperate, her body writhing with pleasure as she nears her climax. I can feel myself getting close too, the pressure building with every thrust. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Kpf6Pw7P/PJ48-WS7-KHCDJ3-VM5-E3-GQWEJJA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Finally, with a low groan, I release, my cum flooding her. She cries out, her body shaking as she reaches her own climax. I collapse on top of her, both of us breathless and spent. I roll off her, lying beside her on the cold stone bed. She turns to face me, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and something else—submission, obedience, and perhaps even a hint of affection. Shizuka: “I’m yours...” Her voice is barely a whisper, but the words are filled with meaning. <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dungeon is dimly lit, the air thick with tension as I step back into the cell. Shizuka is still bound, but her posture has changed—she’s more relaxed, her eyes downcast as she waits for my return. She looks up as I enter, her gaze flickering with a mix of anticipation and submission. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/8DpJ9VdJ/NJ0-JJRYBWDGVGRFCMXXMRVVAN0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “I want your ass up and head on the floor position.” She nods slowly, her body already moving to obey. She lies down, lifting her ass as I ordered, her movements fluid and submissive, as if she’s completely surrendered to my will. She stumbles slightly, her legs still weak, but she steadies herself quickly. I step behind her, my dick already hard and throbbing as I take in the sight of her exposed and vulnerable. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/sJ5nFRv7/DZBR7-NN0-FJRQYSWQTH9-C5-EQMA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “This is going to be intense. Are you ready?” She nods, her voice trembling but filled with resolve. Shizuka: “Yes... I’m yours. Do what you want with me.” I lift her hips, lifting her into the piledriver position, her body completely exposed and vulnerable as I hold her in place. She gasps, looking up at me with wide, submissive eyes. me: “This is your place now. Below me.” She nods, her breath hitching as I begin to thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes. Her moans grow louder, her body trembling with pleasure as I take her in this new position. The angle is intense, each thrust hitting her in just the right way, driving her closer and closer to the edge. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/QvcnYSNC/AJNJEY0095-YHDXZQGASERG9-RT0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her moans become desperate, her body writhing with pleasure as she nears her climax. I can feel myself getting close too, the pressure building with every thrust. me: “That’s it... let go. You’re mine, Shizuka.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/0pW52Cdp/1-T1-T85-EJH1-FM1-DSDY1-Y20-F8530.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She cries out, her body shaking as she reaches her climax. With a low groan, I release, my cum flooding her. She whimpers softly as her body collapses, breathless and spent. <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dungeon is quiet once more, the only sound the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. I have tied Shizuka to the brick wall with intricate ropes, each one carefully wound around her body like a prisoner waiting for trial. Her hands are behind her back, secured with rope. Her legs are spread wide, tied at the ankles so she can’t move far, her pussy on full display. Her body trembles slightly as I step back to admire my handiwork. me: “Perfect.” I reach into my pocket and retrieve a large, pink vibrating dildo. It’s sleek and smooth, with a soft tip that shimmers under the dim dungeon light. I hold it up for Shizuka to see, her eyes widening slightly in anticipation. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/mVjnKNVn/WKBWAW6-C2-Y7-ZB41-PCXZZQA0320.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “This is non-negotiable.” Her body shudders with a small gasp as I gently insert it into her pussy. She arches her back slightly, pressing against the ropes that bind her as I shove it deeper and deeper into her pussy, a soft moan escaping her lips. I hold it in place for a moment before stepping away. me: “Stay like this for a while. Let the dildo do its work.” She nods, her eyes flickering down to the dildo still inside her. She takes a deep breath, her body already beginning to relax into the sensation. I adjust the settings on the dildo, increasing the intensity until it pulses strongly within her. She moans uncontrollably as a result. You: “I’ll be back soon. Don’t move.” <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The dungeon is quiet when I return, hours later. The dim light casts long shadows across the stone walls, and the air smells faintly of sweat and anticipation. I approach Shizuka, who is tied to the wall, her body still tense from the aftermath of pleasure. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/23v2VC8G/7-J1-VCGNKWMRQNAY9-A5-S03-Y0-NJ0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> You: “Slave.” She turns her head toward me, her breathing shallow and uneven. Her skin is warm, and there’s a faint sheen of perspiration across her body. The dildo is still inside her, its pulses long since stopped. Her lips part slightly, but no words come out—she’s spent, her body trembling with the aftermath of orgasm. Shizuka: “M-Master… I didn’t think it would be this… intense…” I smile faintly, crouching down beside her. I run a finger along her cheek, tracing the lines of her face. Her skin is soft, almost velvety, but there’s a faint bite mark where she’s been gripping the ropes. You: “You’re still learning. That’s why I’m here—to make sure you remember who’s in control.” I lean in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. Her eyes widen slightly, her breath catching as she realizes what’s about to happen. I slowly reach down and remove the dildo from her body, each movement deliberate and calculated. Shizuka: “Please… no… not yet…” My finger replaces the dildo, sliding inside her with a wet, slick sound that fills the silence of the dungeon. The soft, slick folds glide against my fingertips, the heat and moisture making it feel like butter. I can feel the swollen nub of her clit, pulsing and throbbing with need. With each stroke, I feel the pleasure building, the wetness growing as she gets more and more aroused. She tries to pull away, but the ropes hold her firm. Her moans and whimpers only fuel my desire, the sound of her wetness and the squelching of my fingers adding to the eroticism. Shizuka: “It… it hurts… I don’t think I can take anymore…” My lips curve into a small, cruel smile. I increase the pressure, adding another layer of friction and another finger in her pussy. Shizuka’s breath hitches, her eyes fluttering as she fights to stay awake. You: “Pain is a part of this. You’ll learn to thrive in it.” Shizuka lets out a small cry, her body twisting against the ropes as I continue. Her skin is flushed, and there’s a faint sheen of sweat across her body. Despite her protests, there’s a flicker of enjoyment in her eyes—a willingness to endure for my pleasure. Shizuka: “I… I can’t… I’m going to pass out…” I pause, pulling back slightly before adding more pressure. This time, I add a twist as I move my fingers, maximizing the sensation. Shizuka’s body jerks against her restraints, her lips parting as she gasps for air. Shizuka: “Please… stop… I can’t do this anymore…” I hold my ground, not letting up. The sound of my voice in the quiet dungeon is almost unbearable for both of us, but Shizuka doesn’t fight back—she’s too caught up in the waves of pleasure and pain. You: “Good girl… let go… let go…” Shizuka’s body relaxes, her head tilting back as she loses herself in the sensations. Her skin is smooth under my touch, and I can feel her inner walls clenching around my finger. I move slower now, drawing out every second, every gasp, and every moan. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/twTpnvLv/TTR2-J98-ZN5-C6-FQBVC8-ETQ3-MMW0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> When I finally pull away, Shizuka collapses forward, her body trembling as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes are half-lidded, a mixture of pain and satisfaction resting on her face. Shizuka: “I… I think I’ve… learned my lesson…” I smile, stepping back and removing the rope that bound her. I lean in one last time, brushing my lips against her ear. You: “Good. And remember, you’re not done yet. I’ll see you soon.” Shizuka: “Master… I’ll be ready next time…” <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I walked into Shizuka’s cell, the heavy door creaking under my touch. The dim light filtered through the bars, casting shadows across the floor. The sounds of clinking chains echoed faintly in the silence. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/PZYFVmz6/Y5-EHTX926-QEPXAR2-GDPMPQ84-T0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Shizuka was already on her hands and knees, her back bowed low, her face pressed against the cold stone floor. She had been waiting for me, her body prepared for my pleasure. A single dildo lay deep in her asshole, its presence a silent testament of what she had become. I crouched down beside her, running my fingers through her hair. Shizuka’s breath hitched as I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. You: “You’ve learned well. But there’s more for us to explore… don’t you think?” Shizuka nodded slowly, her eyes remaining closed. She had already given herself to me, body and soul, and she knew it. Her words came in a barely audible whisper: Shizuka: “I’m your slave… I’ll do anything you tell me to do…” I smiled faintly, standing up and pulling her gently onto the floor. Shizuka’s back was still pressed against the cool stone, her ass lifted in submission. I ran my hands over her body, tracing the curves of her skin with deliberate care. You: “This is what I want. You’re beautiful like this… so open, so willing to give yourself to me.” Shizuka let out a small moan as my hands found their way to hold of the dildo, thrusting it in and out of her asshole. Her body shuddered with each movement, her inner walls clenching around the dildo in a grip that was almost desperate. I took my time, drawing out every second, every gasp, and every plea for more. You: “I’ll always take care of you. But there’s so much more to explore… don’t you think?” Shizuka’s breath came in shallow intervals, her voice trembling as she spoke: Shizuka: “Master… I want… more… please…” I looked down at her, my heart heavy with affection and control. Shizuka had given me everything, and I knew it. Find her in the living quarters! <<link "Return">> <<set $shizuka.captured = false>> <<set $shizuka.dominated = true>> <<set $girls += 1>> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The Multiversal Watch hums softly as I activate the teleporter. The world around me dissolves into a blur of light and sound, and moments later, I find myself standing on a rocky mountain path. The air is crisp, and the wind carries the faint scent of pine trees. In the distance, I hear the sound of someone humming. I crouch behind a large boulder, peering around the edge. There she is—Bulma, the brilliant scientist from Dragon Ball. She’s dressed in her signature blue outfit, her lavender hair tied back in a ponytail. She’s kneeling on the ground, examining a strange-looking plant with a handheld device. Bulma: “Hmm... this could be the ingredient I’ve been looking for. If I can just—” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6cpDQRsy/0-XBWDMN0-K2-Q5-V6-NJGK6-KQD36-W0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Before she can finish her sentence, I make my move. I step out from behind the boulder and approach her quietly. She’s so focused on her work that she doesn’t notice me until I’m right behind her. me: “Don’t move.” Bulma: “Wha—?!” She spins around, her eyes narrowing as she takes in the situation. But instead of freezing, she reacts instantly. She swings the handheld device in her hand like a weapon, aiming for my head. I duck just in time, the device whistling past my ear. She doesn’t stop there—she kicks out at me, her boot aiming for my shin. I sidestep, but she’s already moving, scrambling backward to put distance between us. Bulma: “Who the hell are you? And what do you think you’re doing?!” I don’t answer. Instead, I lunge forward, grabbing for her wrist. She twists away, her movements surprisingly agile for someone who spends most of her time in a lab. Bulma: “Oh, you’re gonna regret this!” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small capsule. Before I can react, she throws it to the ground. There’s a puff of smoke, and suddenly, a metal rod appears in her hand. She swings it at me with surprising force. I raise my arm to block the blow, the impact stinging even through my sleeve. She doesn’t let up, swinging again and again, forcing me to backpedal. Her strikes are wild but calculated, each one aimed at a vulnerable spot. Bulma: “You think you can just sneak up on me? Think again, buddy!” I manage to grab the rod on her next swing, yanking it out of her hands. She stumbles, but she’s not done yet. She reaches for another capsule, but I’m faster. I grab her wrist and pull her close, pinning her arms behind her back. Bulma: “Let go of me! Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?!” I tighten my grip, forcing her to drop the capsule. It rolls away, useless now. She struggles, kicking and twisting, but I’m stronger. Bulma: “Alright, fine. You’ve got me. But let’s talk this through, okay? Whatever you want, I can probably get it for you. Money? Tech? Name your price.” I lean in, my voice low and calm. me: “I don’t want your money or your tech. I want you to be mine.” Bulma: “Me?!” She stares at me, her eyes narrowing as she processes my words. Bulma: “Okay, that’s... new. But let’s think about this for a second. You’re clearly not from around here, and you’ve got some kind of tech that let you sneak up on me. That’s impressive, I’ll give you that. But do you really think you can just waltz in, kidnap me, and get away with it? My friends are gonna notice I’m missing, and trust me, you don’t want to mess with them.” I don’t respond. Instead, I pull a length of rope from my pocket and quickly tie her hands behind her back. She struggles, but I’m too fast. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Fq0QP2wj/8-Y0-N6-JQ1-Z80-CM31-DHVGP0-ASVA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “You’re making a huge mistake, you know that? I’m not just some damsel in distress. I’m the smartest person on this planet, and I’ve got friends who can bench-press mountains. You really think you can win this?” I ignore her protests, lifting her over my shoulder. She kicks and squirms, but I hold her firmly. Bulma: “Alright, fine. You win this round. But don’t think for a second that I’m just gonna sit back and let this happen. I’m gonna figure out who you are, what you want, and how to stop you. And when I do, you’re gonna regret ever messing with me.” By the time I reach the teleportation point, she’s stopped fighting. I set her down gently, and she glares up at me, her chest heaving. Bulma: “You’re gonna regret this. You have no idea who you’re messing with.” I don’t respond. Instead, I activate the Multiversal Watch, and the world around us dissolves into light and sound once more. When the teleportation is complete, we’re back in my lab, Bulma still tied up and glaring at me. Bulma: “Where the hell are we? And what do you want from me?!” I take a deep breath, preparing to explain. But before I can speak, the AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind. AI Assistant: “Creator, proceed with caution. The subject appears highly intelligent and resourceful.” I nod, turning back to Bulma. This is just the beginning of my journey with her. <<link "Teleport back">> <<set $bulma.captured = true>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

After teleporting back to the lab, I carry Bulma through the dimly lit corridors, her protests growing louder with each step. Bulma: “Put me down, you idiot! Do you even know who you’re messing with? When my friends find out about this, you’re toast!” I ignore her threats, my grip firm as I make my way to the holding cells. The door slides open with a soft hiss, revealing a small, sterile room with a single cot and a barred window. I step inside and set her down on the cot, her bound hands making it difficult for her to balance. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/m5pGNNhg/WZRM7-QE0-R1-SQ0-A95-FG9-ZPTYXA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “Oh, great. A cell. How original.” She glares at me, her eyes blazing with anger. Bulma: “You really think this is gonna work? You think you can just lock me up and I’ll magically become yours? Newsflash, buddy—it doesn’t work like that!” I don’t respond. Instead, I check the ropes to make sure they’re secure. She tugs at them experimentally, her frown deepening when she realizes she can’t break free. Bulma: “You know, for someone who claims to want me, you’re not exactly making a great first impression. Kidnapping? Really? That’s your big plan?” I step back, crossing my arms as I study her. She’s clearly trying to get under my skin, but I’m not going to let her. me: “You’ll stay here for now. Don’t try anything stupid.” Bulma: “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m just gonna sit here and twiddle my thumbs. Totally not plotting my escape or anything.” She rolls her eyes, her sarcasm dripping from every word. Bulma: “Seriously, though, what’s your endgame here? You can’t keep me locked up forever.” I don’t answer. Instead, I turn and walk toward the door. Her voice stops me before I can leave. Bulma: “Hey! You can’t just leave me like this! At least untie my hands! What if I need to scratch my nose or something?” I pause, glancing back at her. She’s giving me her best pleading look, but I know better than to fall for it. me: “You’ll manage.” Bulma: “Oh, come on! You’re really gonna be this much of a jerk? Fine, whatever. But don’t come crying to me when I figure out how to escape and blow this place to smithereens.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/0PcHzgt/9-WJKE41-YRZM6-TGQG5-Y4-JX2-N1-Z0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I shake my head and step through the door, closing it behind me. The sound of her muffled protests follows me down the hallway, but I force myself to keep walking. The AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind. AI Assistant: “Creator, the subject appears highly agitated. It may be wise to monitor her closely.” I nod, knowing full well that Bulma isn’t the type to sit quietly and wait for rescue. She’s already planning her next move, and I’ll need to stay one step ahead of her. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

As I walk away from Bulma’s cell, the AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind. AI Assistant: “Creator, the subject’s intelligence and resourcefulness make her a significant risk. To prevent her from devising an escape plan, it is recommended that you use the Neural Disruptor. It will vibrate at high frequency and increase pleasure gained by 200%, disrupting her ability to focus or form coherent thoughts.” I pause, considering the advice. It’s a harsh measure, but necessary to keep her under control. me: “Understood. Activate the Neural Disruptor.” I return to the cell, where Bulma is still tied up and glaring at me. She opens her mouth to say something, but I cut her off by holding up a big, dildo-looking object. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/s9nMCSzh/6-Q32-W9-KFZF8-KV2-WPMJN6-GZP5-G0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “What’s that? Some kind of fancy toy? If you’re trying to torture me, it’s not gonna work.” I don’t respond. Instead, I step closer and shove the dildo deep in her pussy. She tries to pull away, but the ropes make it impossible. Bulma: “Hey! What are you—?” Before she can finish, the device activates with a soft hum. A faint jolt runs through her, and she jerks in surprise. Bulma: “Ow! What the—?!” She glares at me, her voice trembling Bulma: “What is this thing?!” I step back, watching as the device delivers another shock. This time, it’s stronger, and she flinches, her words faltering. Bulma: “You—you can’t just—!” Another shock interrupts her, and she grits her teeth, her frustration evident. Bulma: “Stop—stop this! It’s—it’s not—!” The vibration is constant, disrupting her train of thought. She tries to speak, but the words come out fragmented and disjointed. Bulma: “I—I won’t—you—stop—!” Her usual sharp wit and defiance are gone, replaced by confusion and frustration. She glares at me, her eyes filled with anger, but she can’t form a complete sentence. me: “This will keep you from causing trouble. Don’t try to fight it.” She opens her mouth to respond, but another jolt cuts her off. This time, she lets out a small gasp, her body tensing. She looks away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/qMq9RMC8/1-Y6-ACHB6-W9-VH9-RTYV16-R3-VZKY0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I watch her for a moment, grinning at the helpless woman in front of me. AI Assistant: “Creator, the Neural Disruptor is functioning as intended. The subject’s cognitive functions are sufficiently impaired.” I nod and step out of the cell, closing the door behind me. The sound of faint, sporadic shocks and Bulma’s muffled protests follow me down the hallway. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

It’s been several hours since I last checked on Bulma. The AI Assistant’s voice echoes in my mind as I approach her cell. AI Assistant:“Creator, the Neural Disruptor has been active for 12 hours. The subject’s cognitive functions remain impaired, but her resilience is notable. Recommend reassessing your approach.” I nod and open the cell door. The sight that greets me is both concerning and impressive. Bulma is sitting on the cot, her blue hair tangled and her face pale, her eyes rolled back in her head. The Neural Disruptor in her pussy vibrates mercilessly, delivering another shock as I step inside. She flinches, her body jerking involuntarily. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/YBVJDtg9/22-AMVV2-KBHP19-R76942-VM8-YK10.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “Bulma?” She glares at me, her lips trembling as she tries to speak. The words come out fragmented and slurred, but her determination is unmistakable. Bulma: “Still... here... still... fighting...” Another shock interrupts her, and she gasps, her body tensing. But she doesn’t look away. Instead, she forces herself to sit up straighter, her eyes locked on mine now. Bulma: “You... think... this... breaks me? Think... again...” Her voice is weak, but her defiance is still there. She’s clearly struggling to think clearly, but her mind is still working, still fighting. I step closer, crouching down to her level. me: “You’re not going anywhere. The Neural Disruptor will keep you from causing trouble. You will break, or you will die trying to resist” She shakes her head weakly, her words coming out in broken fragments. Bulma: “You... underestimate me... always do...” Another strong shock cuts her off, and she lets out a small whimper, her body trembling. But even as she struggles, she manages to smirk, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and defiance. Bulma: “This... thing? Just... another... gadget... I’ll... break it...” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nMK0cV74/8-M80-PN0-QEF01-NJDP2-N19-YJN980.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The AI's voice rang in my head. AI Assistant: “Creator, the subject’s resilience is notable. Recommend increasing the intensity of the Neural Disruptor to ensure compliance.” I didn't make my decision yet. Looking down at Bulma. She’s clearly suffering, but her spirit isn’t broken. If anything, the device seems to be fueling her determination. me: “No. Not yet.” I finally said after a while. The AI Assistant fell silent for a while before speaking up again. AI Assistant: “There is another approach that might work, offer her kindness. Let the subject know that you have given her an oppurtunity to stop her suffering, at the cost of compliance." Both options seem possible to break her. Which option should I pick? <<link "Be Harsher">> <<set $bulma.level = 3>> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>> <<link "Be Kinder">> <<set $bulma.level = 8>> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I decide to take a harsher approach, increasing the intensity of the Neural Disruptor to force her compliance. I pull out a small device and adjust the settings on the didlo in her pussy. The lights on the Neural Disruptor glow brighter, and Bulma’s body jerks as the shocks become stronger and more frequent. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/5gfzW4WB/02-JRNE794-FHQRMTVQD1835-HJW0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “Ah! Stop... please... stop...” Her voice is barely audible, and she collapses onto the cot, her body trembling uncontrollably. She tries to speak, but the words come out as incoherent gasps. Bulma: “I... can’t... think...” I watch her for a moment, looking at her, helpless, trapped, waiting to be broken. But the AI Assistant’s voice interrupts my thoughts. AI Assistant: “Creator, the subject’s resistance is diminishing. Continue this approach to ensure compliance.” I nod and step back, leaving her alone in the cell. The sound of faint shocks and Bulma’s muffled whimpers follows me down the hallway. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I decided to take the Kinder Approach. I deactivate the Neural Disruptor, letting the dildo in her pussy dim. Bulma slumps forward, gasping for air, but her eyes snap up to meet mine with sharp defiance. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/7N6hCMpF/R9-FKTW7-PR26-F6-K543-X3-R6-H8-CF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “What now? Here to gloat?” me: “No. I’m here to make a deal.” She scoffs. Bulma: “A deal? You kidnap me, electrocute me, and now you want to "negotiate"? You’re delusional.” me: “You have no power here. Im sure you know that. You’re a scientist. I have a lab full of materials you’ve never seen—scraps from a dozen dimensions, tech that defies physics, energy sources that could power cities. Work for me, and it’s yours. Do not work, and your punishment will continue until you are broken. I do not offer second chances.” Her eyebrow twitches, a flicker of interest breaking through her glare. Bulma: “Work for you? Like some lab rat?” me: “Like a partner. But make no mistake—you’ll be monitored. Try to escape, and the Disruptor reactivates. Sabotage me, and you will suffer hell. Cooperate, and you’ll have freedom to create.” She leans back, studying me. For a moment, the room is silent. Then she smirks. Bulma: “Let me get this straight. You’re offering me a playground of alien tech… in exchange for working for you? Sounds like a bad deal for you.” me: “I know what you’re capable of. I’m willing to risk it.” She crosses her arms, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Bulma: “Wow, you’re either really confident or really stupid. Fine. I’ll consider it. But if your lab is as pathetic as your kidnapping skills, I’m out.” AI Assistant: “Creator, recommend caution. Subject’s compliance probability: 42%.” I ignore the warning and toss her a keycard. me: “The lab is down the hall. Prove me wrong.” She catches it, her smirk widening. Bulma: “Oh, you will see.” <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I step into the lab, a cold calculation settling in my mind. Bulma may be playing me for a fool, but I have a way of tipping the scales in my favor. I turn toward the AI Assistant, my voice low and firm. me: "Release a small amount of the love potion into the air. Just a trace—enough to make her more... amenable. No need for a full dose; she's physically weak, and too much might be dangerous." The AI responds with a soft beep, acknowledging the command. AI Assistant: "Understood. Releasing a minimal dosage of pheromone-based influence." A faint, almost imperceptible scent fills the air—subtle, sweet, but with an undercurrent of something more potent. It’s the kind of thing most people wouldn’t even notice, but someone with Bulma’s sharp mind might catch on eventually. It’s not enough to make her fall for me, but it’s enough to tilt the balance, to make her more suggestible, more inclined to listen. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Pv9Z802c/TK2-G2-Z00-JAAC2-FTB1-HS5-YCVYW0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I watch her carefully, noting the small changes in her demeanor. For a moment, she pauses in her work, looking around as if something feels slightly off. Her eyes dart toward me, narrowed in suspicion. Bulma: "What tricks are you up to?" Her voice is a little softer than before, less hostile, though the defiance is still there. I lean against the wall, watching her carefully. me: "Nothing. Just ensuring that you’re comfortable. You’ll find that things around here are... easier to work with." She doesn’t seem convinced, but there’s a slight shift in her expression—her sharpness dulls just a bit, the tiniest hint of uncertainty creeping into her gaze. Bulma: "Comfortable? You think you can sweet-talk me into compliance?" Her tone is still mocking, but there’s an edge of confusion now, as if she can’t quite place what’s different. me: "You’d be surprised how effective a little kindness can be. You’re a smart woman, Bulma. Why not take advantage of what I’m offering?" She takes a step back from the workbench, her eyes flicking to the exit, then back to me. The shift in her behavior is subtle but undeniable. She’s thinking more slowly, her previous sharp, calculating edge now softened just enough that I can see the wheels turning, the temptation to consider my offer growing. Bulma: "You’re playing a dangerous game." Her voice sounds almost... intrigued, though she hides it quickly behind her usual sarcasm. Bulma: "But I don’t trust you. Not yet." I smile, leaning in slightly, just enough to make her aware of my presence. me: "You’ll come around. Everyone does eventually." She looks at me, her gaze lingering just a bit too long before she shakes her head and turns back to the workbench. But I see it in her eyes—a flicker of uncertainty, a moment of hesitation she can’t quite mask. AI Assistant: "Subject’s compliance probability: 54%. Recommend continuing gentle influence." me: "Keep monitoring her. If she starts to resist too much, we’ll adjust." The AI acknowledges the order, and I step back, watching as Bulma continues to work, her focus returning to the tech in front of her. But now, there’s something different in the air—a subtle shift in her energy, as though the carefully crafted balance is tipping ever so slightly in my favor. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I head back to the lab’s control room, the Multiversal Watch humming on my wrist. The live feed from Bulma’s cell flickers on the screen. She’s on the cot, blue hair a mess, body twitching as the vibrating dildo—lodged deep inside her—pulses relentlessly. Sweat beads on her pale skin, her chest heaving. AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s resistance is fading. Estimated compliance: 18 hours.” me: “Push it. Up the intensity 20%.” The AI beeps, and Bulma arches off the cot, a choked cry escaping her lips as the dildo’s vibrations intensify. Bulma: “Stop... you bastard...” Her voice is weak, slurred. She claws at the cot, bound hands useless. Another pulse hits, and she collapses, panting. AI Assistant: “Intensity increased. Resistance at 32%. She’s trying to remove the device the device.” On the screen, her trembling body moves around ,desperate to remove the dildo that is secured in her pussy. A sharp vibration rocks her, and she groans, hands jerking back. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/prWxhYrr/4-MEJXFYBKBNVDQQNTQ3-DBVP2-R0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “Stupid... thing...” me: “Lock it down. No tampering.” A click sounds through the feed. The dildo’s lights flash red, sealing tight. Bulma slumps, glaring at nothing as another pulse hits. Bulma: “You... can’t... win...” AI Assistant: “Breaking point nearing. Recommend next phase.” me: “Prep the neural reconditioner. I want it ready when she cracks.” The lab whirs to life, machinery kicking in. Bulma twitches again, a faint whimper slipping out. Bulma: “I’ll... get you...” Her words fade into a breath. I grin. She’s mine soon, and she will be one hell of a prize. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I step into the cell, the Multiversa Watch glowing faintly. Bulma’s sprawled on the cot, blue hair tangled, body limp. The vibrating dildo hums inside her, relentless. Her eyes are glassy, unfocused, her resistance gone after 18 hours of torment. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/YBVJDtg9/22-AMVV2-KBHP19-R76942-VM8-YK10.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s broken. Cognitive function minimal. Ready for your move.” me: “Turn off the device. Set female pleasure to 300%.” The AI beeps. The dildo’s hum dies, and I yank it out, tossing it aside. Bulma twitches, a soft mumble spilling from her lips. Bulma: “Wha... uh... nnn...” Her words are garbled, mindless. No trace of the sharp scientist left. I climb onto the cot, shoving her legs apart. She doesn’t resist, just stares blankly as I thrust into her pussy, hard and deep. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/HppdCJ36/A6-GHCB6-K8-PV8-TNDHX2-BFFYXC30.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Me: “You said you would escape and not have your mind broken. It seems you have failed both objectives miserably. Now, only thing you can do is offer your body. Your brilliance, which could have been of help to me, vanished as if it wasn't even here. Such a pity.” Her body jerks with each pump, the 300% pleasure boost kicking in. She moans, loud and broken, drool trickling down her chin. Bulma: “Ahh... guh... mmm...” I fuck her for hours, relentless, her slick heat gripping me tight. Her moans turn to incoherent gasps, her head lolling side to side. The pleasure fries what’s left of her mind—eyes rolling back, body trembling uncontrollably. AI Assistant: “Subject fully broken. No cognitive recovery detected.” She’s a mess beneath me, shuddering through endless orgasms, no fight left. I keep going, pounding her senseless, until she’s nothing but a whimpering shell. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/LdkBrYn1/1746-BMZE6-SQEMAR2-HZ4-Q8-R6-H90.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “Nuh... ahh... uhh...” I pull out, grinning. She’s completely shattered, fucked by me into oblivion. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

When i enter the lab. Immediately, i noticed a difference. The air feels thicker now, almost tangible, as I watch Bulma work. Her movements are slower, more deliberate, but her sharp eyes never miss a detail. She’s still the same, that much is certain—calculating, methodical—but something’s subtly different. She pauses, briefly meeting my gaze. For a moment, her eyes linger longer than they should. There's a flicker of something in her expression, but it's gone so quickly I almost think I imagined it. Bulma: "What is it now? Are you going to gloat again?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm, but it's softer than usual. I can tell she’s still in control of herself, still wary of me, but her body language is less defensive, more... receptive. me: "I’m not here to gloat. I’m here to make sure you’re comfortable." She smirks, though it’s not the usual confident, mocking smirk. This one seems almost... interested? <img src="https://i.ibb.co/BVZ1VWYB/XAJWN5-M6-F3-SYTSE177-JWT3-PPG0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: "Comfortable? You keep me locked up in a lab with strange tech and then act like you’re doing me a favor? You’ve got some nerve." me: "I’m offering you a chance to work with technology you’ve never dreamed of. That’s not something most people get." Her eyes flicker with a moment of hesitation before she looks away, back to the workbench. She picks up a piece of scrap metal, turning it over in her hands, but her focus seems a little softer now, less intense. Bulma: "Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point there. Still doesn’t mean I’m happy about this whole situation." She sounds almost distracted as she works, but the usual edge of bitterness isn’t there. Instead, there’s a strange, quiet curiosity. She glances at me again, this time a little longer, her gaze lingering before she turns back to the tech. me: "You’re allowed to be frustrated. But I’m giving you the chance to do what you do best—build, create, innovate. And there’s no one around to tell you ‘no’ this time." She chuckles under her breath, but it’s lighter than usual, more thoughtful. Bulma: "I don’t need you to tell me I can’t do anything. But I’m not going to pretend I’m "grateful" for this arrangement." But there’s a flicker in her eyes when she looks at me again—something that wasn’t there before. It’s subtle, but it’s enough to make me wonder if she’s reconsidering her stance, if the potion is starting to take hold. Bulma: "So, what’s the catch? You didn’t bring me here just for my expertise, did you?" I lean in slightly, my voice calm and measured. me: "I just want to see what you can do with the resources I’m giving you. If you play along, we both get something out of this." She looks at me, her eyes narrowing slightly, still skeptical, still the Bulma I know. But there’s a quiet curiosity in her gaze that makes her less confrontational. Bulma: "I don’t trust you. But I’ll play along for now." She turns back to the tech, but this time there’s no sarcasm in her tone, no bitterness. Just a quiet acceptance, as though she’s weighing the situation in a new light. AI Assistant: "Subject’s compliance probability: 70%. Resistance remains present but is less pronounced." me: "You’ll find, Bulma, that things are easier when you stop fighting them." Bulma glances at me, her eyes lingering for a moment longer than I expect. Bulma: "Maybe." There’s a small pause before she adds, almost casually, Bulma: "But don’t get any ideas. I’m still not your ally." She’s still holding on to her independence, but it’s clear that the potion is making her more willing to listen, more willing to engage, even if she doesn’t fully realize it. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

afterwards could go to her universe collect the balls and wish to be stronger. MAx strength +100

The lab remains quiet, the hum of machinery a constant backdrop as Bulma continues her work. She’s absorbed in her task, her hands moving deftly over the intricate components of the device she’s assembling. I step closer, my presence breaking her focus. She glances up, her eyes meeting mine, and there’s a flicker of something—curiosity, perhaps—before she smiles faintly. Bulma: “You’re hovering again. Something on your mind?” Her tone is light, almost teasing, and there’s a warmth in her voice that was very genuine. I don’t respond immediately, instead reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. She doesn’t pull away, her breath hitching slightly as my fingers graze her cheek. me: “You’re incredible, you know that?” She rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. Bulma: “Flattery still won’t get you anywhere. But... thanks, I guess.” Her words are soft, almost shy, and there’s a vulnerability in her expression that makes my chest tighten. I let my hand linger, tracing the curve of her jaw before sliding down to her neck. She doesn’t resist, her breathing quickening as my fingers brush against her collarbone. Bulma: “What are you doing?” Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, and there’s a hint of curiosity in her tone. I don’t answer, instead letting my hand drift lower, my palm cupping her breast. Her soft, supple flesh fills my palm as her nipple pebbles under my touch. Bulma: “Oh...” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/S4xXpSmK/YWP7-B1-GAQ7-YM8-TRM5-TPJ430-B00.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her eyes flutter closed, a faint moan escaping her lips as I gently squeeze, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t resist—instead, she leans into the touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Bulma: “That’s... very sudden...” Her words are breathless, her voice trembling slightly as I continue to caress her, my other hand moving to her waist to pull her closer. She lets out another soft moan, her head tilting back as my lips brush against her neck. me: “You’re perfect.” She doesn’t respond, her hands gripping the edge of the workbench as I continue to explore her body, my touch gentle but insistent. Her breathing grows ragged, her body arching into mine as I tease her, my fingers tracing the curve of her breast. me: “Do you like that?” She nods weakly, her eyes still closed, her lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath. Bulma: “Yes... it’s... it’s good...” Her words are barely audible, her voice trembling with need as I continue to caress her, my touch growing more insistent. She moans again, her body arching into mine as I press closer, my lips brushing against her ear. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Zz61h9xs/8-HS43-KK51-K6-Y7-RSNCRC96-MM7-C0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “You’re mine.” She doesn’t argue, doesn’t resist—instead, she nods weakly, her body trembling under my hands as I continue to touch her, my fingers exploring every inch of her skin. Bulma: “Yours...” Her words are soft, almost a whisper. I pull her closer, my lips brushing against hers as I continue to touch her, my hands moving lower to explore the rest of her body. She doesn’t resist, doesn’t pull away—instead, she leans into me, her body trembling under my hands as I continue to caress her, my touch growing more insistent. Bulma: “Please...” Before we could continue further, my ai assistant's voice rang in my ear. AI Assistant: “Creator, you have urgent things to deal with now. You can have your fun later." I sighed at the unfortunate timing, I told bulma I would play with her body later, leaving her in a state of arousal. Her dissatisfaction shows, though she did not say anything about it. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The lab is quiet, the hum of machinery a steady backdrop to Bulma’s work. She’s been at it for hours now, her movements fluid and confident, but there’s a noticeable change in her demeanor. The sharp edges of her defiance have softened, replaced by a quiet focus and a subtle warmth. I watch her from across the room, noting the way she glances at me occasionally, her eyes lingering for just a moment longer than before. Bulma: “You’re staring again.” Her voice is light, almost teasing, and there’s a small smile on her lips as she looks up from the device she’s working on. me: “Can you blame me? You’re... captivating.” She rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn’t fade. Bulma: “Flattery won’t get you anywhere. But I guess it’s better than being zapped by that stupid Disruptor.” Her tone is playful, and there’s a warmth in her eyes that wasn’t there before. She sets down the tool she’s holding and leans back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. Bulma: “You know, this place isn’t so bad. The tech is incredible, and I’ve got everything I need to work. But...” She trails off, her gaze drifting to me. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/BVZ1VWYB/XAJWN5-M6-F3-SYTSE177-JWT3-PPG0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “But?” She hesitates for a moment, then shrugs. Bulma: “But it’s kind of lonely. I mean, it’s just me and you, and you’re not exactly the most talkative person.” There’s a hint of vulnerability in her voice, a crack in her usual armor. me: “I’m here if you want to talk.” She looks at me, her expression thoughtful. Bulma: “Yeah, I guess you are. And... I guess that’s not so bad.” Her words are quiet, almost hesitant, but there’s a sincerity to them that wasn’t there before. AI Assistant: “Subject’s compliance probability: 100%. Resistance is no longer present.” I step closer, standing beside her at the workbench. She doesn’t pull away, instead looking up at me with a small smile. Bulma: “You know, for a kidnapper, you’re not so bad. I mean, you’ve got a weird way of showing it, but... I guess I can see why you did all this.” Her words are soft, almost affectionate, and there’s a warmth in her eyes that makes it clear the potion has fully taken hold. She’s still Bulma—still brilliant, still strong—but she’s no longer fighting me. Instead, she’s accepted her place here, and even seems to find some comfort in it. me: “I’m glad you’re starting to see things my way.” She chuckles, shaking her head. Bulma: “Don’t push it. But... yeah, I guess I am.” She turns back to her work, her movements relaxed and confident. The tension that once filled the room is gone, replaced by a quiet sense of ease. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

After the problem was settled, i came back to the lab and immediately stripped off my clothes until Im completely bare. Bulma's gasped at the sight of my huge dick, already hard and throbbing. Without another word, i lied down on the floor. me: “I dont need to mention what you should be doing, do I?” She stares at my dick in awe, not moving from her position. Bulma: “I wonder how that will feel inside me...” Her voice is barely a whisper, but i heard it loud and clear. After a while of staring, she finally regained her senses and climbed onto my dick, positioning herself right on top of my dick. She gasps softly as she moved down, pressing her entrance against the tip of my dick, her body trembling with anticipation. Slowly, she lowered her hips and i entered her pussy. She let out a moan, her body arching as she takes me in. She start slow, bouncing gently at first, allowing her to adjust to my size. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/zWmYnstz/QE7-XEADDCR1-PG6-B5-MRK6-B7-D8-T0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The walls of her pussy contract around my huge dick, gripping me like a vice. Each bounce sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body as I slide in and out of her slick heat. Her walls pulse and quiver, milking me for all Im worth. I can feel her juices coating my dick, evidence of her arousal and my skill. Her moans and cries of ecstasy fill my ears, spurring me on to greater heights. The tightness, the pure, unadulterated bliss of fucking a woman so tight, so wet, so hungry for dick was enough to drive me crazy. With each bounce, I feel im getting closer and closer to the edge. As she pick up the pace, her moans grow louder, her body moving faster and faster. I grab her hips, pulling her closer as I thrust deeper into her. She cries out, her head falling back as pleasure overtakes her. me: “That’s it... Surrender yourself to me, Bulma, be completely mine.” She moans, nodding her head to signify her submission. I can feel myself getting close too, the pressure building with every thrust. Finally, with a low groan, I release, my cum flooding her. She cries out, her body shaking as she reaches her own climax. She collapse on top of me. Bulma: “That was the best fuck of my life." she murmurs, her words slurring together as the exhaustion takes over her body. I grined. Little does she know, Im just getting started. Her hunger was satisfied, but mine was still burning strongly. Before Bulma could react, I flipped her around and pushed her on her back. Bulma: “wha-." <img src="https://i.ibb.co/qF0N8g3N/JE9-H4-QFZHEW5-TQQFZJ8-FDFM2-E0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Before she could complete her sentence. I plunged my now fully erect dick into her pussy without mercy. No lube, no preperation, nothing. She screams. As I thrust into her tight, forbidden hole, I feel her resistance give way, my dick sliding deeper and deeper into her ass, eventually filling her completely. The feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The tightness of her hole leaves me breathless. Her ass is tighter than I could have ever imagined, gripping my dick tightly, her walls clamping onto my dick with every stroke. The sound of her screams of pain slowly turning into pleasured moans drive me further, fueling my desire. I can feel her body tensing around me, her muscles clenching with each deep stroke, milking my dick as if she never wants it to end. Bulma: “I-I won't be able to-to walk tomorrow." She says, getting interrupted every time my dick penetrates her insides. As I continue to thrust into her tight, wet asshole, I feel my dick swelling with each deep stroke, my balls drawing up tight against my body. The feeling is intense, building with each passing second, until I can no longer hold back. With a deep groan, I feel your dick twitching and pulsing as I explode inside her, filling her with my hot, sticky cum. The sensation is incredible, the feeling of my cum leaking out of her tight asshole as I pull out making me feel like Im on top of the world. I can't help but let out a satisfied moan as I feel the last drops of my cum leaving my dick, my body spent and satisfied. Bulma collapses to the floor, to spent to even respond or move her body. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/TM498MR9/NTZ2157-MXK64-NBT2-YT2-WEKN3-M0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I gave her ass a firm smack, before leaving her there, drenched in sweat and cum. Find her in the living quarters! <<link "Completed Training">> <<set $bulma.captured = false>> <<set $bulma.dominated = true>> <<set $girls += 1>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

One day, I found the perfect opportunity to meet with Susan after a particularly tense moment with Reed, who is still completely under the influence of the aphrodisiac I gave him. I appeared suddenly in front of her. me: "Susan, I need to show you something. You won’t believe what I’ve uncovered." Susan stares at me, a bit wary but intrigued. She knows something has been off lately, but she can’t pinpoint it. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/TMpd3p6b/A02-N33-WBXKG87-GNDBBADXR2280.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "What are you talking about? Who are you?" I show the photos of Reed and his assistant me: "It’s Reed. I’ve been watching. He’s not what you think he is anymore. This… this is him with another woman." I hand her the photos I’ve taken, capturing Reed and his assistant having sex. His dick in her pussy was shown clear as day. Even someone like Susan couldn’t refute the evidence. Susan’s expression falters. Her face pales as she scans the pictures. Her heart skips a beat, but she refuses to let herself react immediately. Susan: "This… this can’t be real." me: "It’s all real, Susan. He’s been under the influence of someone—someone who has him completely wrapped around her finger. But there’s more." I pause, letting the weight of the revelation sink in. me: "There’s something else you need to see." Before she can protest, I act quickly, telepathically pulling her into a mind-linked state where I can control the flow of what she sees. She’s trapped, the images of Reed’s infidelity playing over and over in her mind. The aphrodisiac still lingers in her system, amplifying her frustration, her anger, but also a quiet longing she’s unsure of. As Susan stares at the images, she starts to feel a familiar warmth creeping in. I notice her struggle internally, but it’s no use. She’s been exposed to it for far too long, and her body begins to betray her, despite her attempts to suppress it. Susan: "I… I can’t just—this is wrong. I can’t trust you. You’re a stranger." me: "It’s all real, Susan. If you don’t believe me, I can take you to see it for yourself." She looks up at me, eyes blazing with anger and confusion, but there’s a flicker of curiosity—desperation, maybe. The drug’s working its magic, clouding her judgment, making her lean toward me despite herself.* Susan: "Fine. Show me." <<link "Teleport her to dungeon ">> <<goto "SusanStorm17">> <</link>> <<link "Teleport her there">> <<goto "SusanStorm2">> <</link>>

I teleport together with her to Reed’s laboratory, where the assistant is still present. She walks in on the scene, the images now a reality before her eyes. The assistant, a woman Reed has clearly fallen for under the influence of the aphrodisiac, looks at Susan with a smug, knowing grin. Woman: "Look who's here. You are no longer needed. Reed loves me more than he loved you. You will never get him back." Susan: "No... This isn't happening." Woman: "You've lost, never come back here again." Susan clenches her fist even tighter. She stares at the woman in front of her, then turns to her husband, eyes filled with hurt, waiting for an explaination. She got none however, as the woman brought reed back into his office, kissing his face in the process. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/HTT84WqP/5-NKXZZT6-SKFN4-BPAA6-ZM7-ZK3-R0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me "I told you. Reed has completely removed you from his mind. Stop thinking about him, Susan." I teleport us out of the building, into a quiet and peaceful park. I remain by her side, letting the emotions of betrayal and confusion swirl around her. This emotional blow will be the perfect stage to get closer to her, and be the turning point of her submission to me. Susan: "I… I can’t believe it. He’s... with her..." She said, after a long time of silence. As she recalls Reed, now more consumed by his obsession with his assistant than ever, she feels that deep, painful emptiness once again. And that emptiness, combined with the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac, creates a strange pull toward me. I’ve offered her what Reed could never: attention, care, and a chance to be free of his chains. We sit at the park without moving until the sky becomes darker. The evening settles in with a quiet tension. Susan’s mind is still reeling from everything she’s seen—the betrayal, the exposure, the slow, insidious effects of the aphrodisiac. She’s trying to put it all together, but it’s all too much. The weight of it is crushing her, and she knows she can’t go back to Reed. Not after everything. That night, she reaches out to me. It’s unexpected, but the urge for comfort, for someone to ease her pain, overpowers her usual pride. She’s alone, sitting in her apartment, the silence thick with her inner turmoil. Susan: "Can you come by? I don’t want to be alone right now." I, of course, already know this is my opportunity. I’ve been preparing for this moment—when she’s at her most vulnerable, when the emotional pressure she’s under will force her to make decisions she might not have made in the past. I’ve been a constant presence, even if it was from a distance. Now, it’s time for me to show up. <<link "Continue">> <<goto "SusanStorm3">> <</link>>

I teleported to her universe The first thing I did was to make prepartions. This was not someone who was not like the targets i had captured before, she was strong and smart enough to detect that something is wrong and amiss if Im not careful. Hence, I’ve spent weeks meticulously planning and waiting for the right moment. I have mind controlled reed richard and made him love another woman. Reed’s infidelity, however, was only a small part of my plan. I wanted to bring Susan Storm into my grasp. Not only had I been gathering information, but I’d also begun slowly poisoning her with a special aphrodisiac. It wasn’t just any potion—it had a slow-acting, long-lasting effect that would wear down her resistance. However, Susan’s strength of mind, along with her natural ability to guard herself from manipulation, has made it difficult for me to control her fully. Even still, there are cracks in her defenses and it was up to me to exploit it I observed her, noticing how her behavior has subtly changed. She’s not as sharp or confident as before. The aphrodisiac works slowly, and it’s clear she’s beginning to feel an unfamiliar stirring of emotions that she can’t quite explain. I was ready to put my plan in motion now <<link "Put my plan in motion">> <<goto "SusanStorm1">> <</link>>

I lean back in the control room, the Multiversal Watch dim on my wrist. Susan shuffles in, blonde hair tied high, her new reality sunk in deep. She’s mine, her will completely shattered after her intense training. No fight left, just eager submission. me: “You know your place now, don’t you?” Susan: “Yes, Master. I’m yours.” Her voice is soft, docile, eyes downcast. I toss her the outfit—black maid costume, tight and skimpy, fishnet stockings. She strips naked without hesitation, slipping it on. The costume hugs her curves, nipples poking through, ass barely covered. I hand her a dildo, thick and sleek. me: “Put it in. Keep it there.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/35ywvYrh/S658-S1-G7-XFKVXXA9-P6-E5-XX75-A0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She nods, spreading her legs, sliding it into her pussy slow. A faint moan escapes—her cunt’s still soaked, taking it easy. She adjusts the costume, dildo locked in place, ass bobbing as she moves. Susan: “Feels good, Master.” me: “Roam free. Clean the lab, cook my meals, let me fuck you when I say. Got it?” Susan: “Yes, Master. Anything you want.” She turns, dildo shifting with each step. I watch her go, hips rocking, a soft whimper slipping out as the toy rubs her insides. Later, she’s dusting consoles, bending low, pussy dripping around the dildo. She glances back, submissive, eager. Susan: “Need me now?” AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s reprogrammed. Total compliance achieved.” I grin, beckoning her over. She drops the duster, crawling to me, ready to serve. She’s my slave—broken, dressed up, and plugged, living for my word. Find her in the living quarters! <<link "Completed Training">> <<set $susan.captured = false>> <<set $susan.dominated = true>> <<set $girls += 1>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

I loom over Susan, her naked body straining against the ropes on the cot. Blonde hair clings to her drenched face, eyes fierce despite the haze. The Multiversal Watch pulses as I jam a sleek, remote-controlled vibrator into her pussy, her hips bucking against it, slick from the aphrodisiac. Susan: “Mmph—!” me: “You’re gonna crack, Susan. Slow and hard.” I hit the remote, vibrator purring low. Her body stiffens, a choked snarl rumbling through the gag. I ramp it up—sharp bursts, then nothing. She fights it, muscles flexing, ropes digging red lines into her skin. The 300% pleasure boost gnaws at her, but she’s steel. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/FkWp7tdc/AMXGQ224-C6545-SRPWRH066-T740.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: “Nngh… grr…” Hours grind by. I toy with her—high pulses till her thighs quake, eyes flutter, then silence. She thrashes, sweat pouring, refusing to fold. Drool floods the cot, nipples hard, pussy gripping the vibe, but her glare holds—fury, not surrender. me: “Still got fight? Let’s see.” I crank it full blast. She arches, a guttural scream tearing free, body seizing. Then I kill it. She collapses, panting, ropes creaking, but her eyes snap back to mine—wild, unbowed. Days creep on—relentless teasing, edging her to madness. High, low, off. Her grunts turn ragged, drool streams, but she clenches her fists, resisting. Susan: “Hnn… ngh…” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/vxJZXSYW/9-FW65-Q5-CHK8-SEG7-XSTCJZX6-BG0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her mind’s fraying, slow as hell. Fifth day—she’s trembling nonstop, soaked, eyes flickering between rage and haze. I spike the vibe again, holding it. She convulses, a broken howl spilling out, but still no plea, just raw defiance cracking at the seams. AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s resistance is exceptional. Cognitive break progressing—slowly. Estimated surrender: 48 more hours.” She’s a mess—shaking, drooling, barely coherent—but not gone. I grin, remote steady. She’s tough as nails, fighting every inch, but she’s slipping. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

I arrive at her apartment, the door left slightly ajar as if she’s been waiting for me. She’s sitting on her couch, her face pale, eyes tired from the weight of her own thoughts. There’s a noticeable sadness in her posture, a longing for something she can’t quite define. As soon as she sees me, her expression softens, but there’s still a guardedness in her eyes. Susan: "I... I don’t know what to think anymore. Everything feels... like it’s falling apart." I understand the weight of what she’s going through. She doesn’t need anyone to tell her it’s going to be okay, not yet. But she needs someone who will listen. And that’s where I come in. me: "I’m here. You don’t have to go through this alone, Susan." I make no attempt to rush her, just offering her the space to let her emotions out. Her eyes flicker to me briefly, searching for something. I can feel the pull of her doubt, her confusion, the chaos swirling inside her mind. She doesn’t know what to do with her feelings for Reed, or what’s left of them. She doesn’t know what to make of me either, but the relief of not being alone is enough to bring her closer. Susan: "I never thought this would happen. I never thought he could betray me like this." me: "People can be selfish, Susan. Especially when they think no one’s watching." I reach out, gently resting my hand on hers. She flinches at first, her usual defensive instinct kicking in, but then she relaxes. Her hand lingers there, though she doesn’t pull away. me: "It’s not your fault. You’re allowed to feel this way. You’ve been through a lot." For a moment, I simply sit in silence, letting her process everything. I can feel her resistance wavering, the wall she’s kept around her emotions cracking just a little more. She leans into me, her head resting on my shoulder, as if searching for comfort in the only place that feels safe. Susan: "I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought... I thought he was the one. But now, I just feel... lost." The night’s bled into a quiet hum, the couch a tangle of our closeness after hours of her spilling her guts about Reed. The aphrodisiac’s got her now—her breaths are quick, her hands restless, brushing my arm then pulling back. She’s a mess, caught in the drug’s slow fire, and I’ve been steady, letting her lean into me without pushing too hard—yet. Susan: "I—I don’t feel right. I need to… clear my head. I’ll be back." She stumbles up, legs shaky, and half-staggers to the bathroom, one hand dragging along the wall. The door swings open, not latching, and the shower roars to life, water hitting tile. I wait, counting her absence, then follow, silent, drawn by the shift. Through the crack, her voice cuts the steam—low, strained, a war with herself. <<link "Peek">> <<goto "SusanStorm7">> <</link>> <<link "Dont't peek">> <<goto "SusanStorm4">> <</link>>

I stand over Susan, her naked body shuddering against the ropes on the cot. Blonde hair’s plastered to her sweat-drenched face, eyes glazed after a week of hell. The vibrator buzzes in her pussy, the Multiversal Watch pulsing as she breaks. Susan: “Nngh… hnn…” Drool spills from the ring gag, her grunts hoarse. Seven days of edging, 300% pleasure boost—she’s done. I rip off the gag, straps snapping, her jaw slack, spit dripping. Susan: “P-please… fuck me… I can’t… take it…” Her voice cracks, raw and pleading, eyes locked on mine, desperate. I grin, tossing the gag. She begged—surrendered. I pull the vibrator free, her pussy a sopping mess, lips swollen and glistening, juices pooling under her ass. me: “That’s it, Susan.” I spread her thighs wide, ropes biting her ankles, and line up. My dick sinks into her drenched pussy—hot, tight, like plunging into molten silk. Her slick walls grip me, pulsing, sucking me in deep. A jolt shoots up my shaft, her wetness coating me, warm and thick, every inch a vice of shuddering heat. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/CsW7c71q/MRJR1-ZK2-V2-SQEBTEF01-KV4-MH80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: “Ahh—fuck… yes!” Her moan’s guttural, ripping from her throat, loud and ragged. I thrust hard, balls slapping her soaked ass, the wet 'smack' filling the cell. Her pussy clenches tighter, a greedy squeeze, drenching my dick as I ram deeper. She writhes, ropes creaking, tits bouncing, nipples stiff and red. me: “Feel that? You’re mine.” I pound her, relentless—her cunt’s a furnace, slick and quivering, each thrust dragging a fresh gush of her juices. My dick throbs, buried in her spasming heat, the friction electric. She screams, voice breaking into wild, sloppy moans. Susan: “Ngh—ohh… m-more… ahh!” Her head thrashes, blonde strands whipping, drool streaking her chin. Her pussy’s a soaked wreck, squelching loud with every slam, walls fluttering as orgasms rip through her. I feel her shatter—tight spasms milking me, her moans turning to choked, animal gasps. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/ZzwPvDP9/EETHW5-GKMWSS0-BR2-NQT3-M3-QHG0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s obliterated. Total submission locked in.” I keep going, dick pulsing in her drenched depths, her broken cries echoing. She’s mine—fucked into a mindless, dripping ruin. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

I step in, shedding my shirt, the heat thick around me. She doesn’t hear me until I’m in the shower, water soaking me as I loom close. Her eyes snap open, shock and shame crashing over her. Susan: "What the hell—you can’t be here! Get out—now!" I hold my ground, voice low, cutting through her panic like a knife. me: "You’re losing it, Susan. I’m not leaving you to drown in this alone." She backs up, slipping against the tiles, arms crossing over her chest. Her glare’s fierce, but her breath’s ragged, her body betraying her with every shiver. Susan: "I don’t need you—I don’t want this! You don’t get to just—just barge in!" I step closer, hands grabbing her hips, and push her against the wall—not hard yet, just enough to pin her. She gasps, shoving at my chest, but her strength’s half-hearted, faltering. I press her me: "You’re shaking. You can’t even stand straight. Tell me you don’t feel it." I position my erect dick at the entrance of her pussy, rubbing her clitoris with it. Her body jerks periodically as my dick rubs against her pussy. Her breath deepens with every move. Susan: "Feel it? Of course I do—but it’s wrong! I’m not some… some thing you can take!" I don’t wait for her to finish. I thrust into her, slow at first, deliberate, letting her feel every inch as I sink into her pussy. She stiffens, a sharp cry breaking free, and her hands slap the tiles, scrambling for grip. Susan’s tight, velvet walls clench and release along my dick as she’s getting fucked. Her inner muscles milk me greedily, pulsing and throbbing around me. I can feel the distinct ridges of her g-spot along the underside of my dick as it strokes in and out of her. Susan: "Stop—damn it, stop—I don’t—oh god—" I don’t stop. I move, steady and deep, the rhythm building as her protests tangle with moans. She’s wet, tight, and her body’s answering even as her mind reels. me: "Wrong? You’re pulling me in, Susan. Fight harder if you mean it." She twists, hips jerking against me—half to escape, half to meet me—and her nails dig into the walls. Her voice is sluggish and a mess, unable to even form complete sentences. Susan: "I hate this—I shouldn’t—you’re forcing me—fuck, why does it—" I pick up the pace, rougher now, slamming her back against the wall with every thrust. Her legs buckle, but she doesn’t fall—her body’s locked with mine, trembling, and her moans start to win out, loud and raw. me: "Forcing you? You’re soaking wet. Your pussy doesn’t lie, it needs me. If you want me to stop, say it—say you want me to stop." She shakes her head, hard, water flying, but her hips roll into me, involuntarily, greedily, and her words stumble, breaking. Susan: "I don’t—I can’t want this—it’s not right—but—don’t stop—" I grip her throat, light but firm, tilting her head back as I fuck her harder. Her eyes flutter, half-lidded, and her resistance cracks wider, the sex too good to deny. I said, smiling, me: "Not right? Then why’re you begging? Tell me to walk away—I’ll go." She chokes on a moan, body arching into me, and her voice is barely there, shredded by the pleasure ripping through her. Susan: "I can’t—I should hate you—but it’s… it’s too good… I can’t stop…" <<link "Continue fucking her">> <<goto "SusanStorm9">> <</link>>

Susan: "No… I’m not this—this isn’t me. Just… stop it…" I peek in. She’s under the spray, steam rising, clothes in a sodden pile. She’s propped against the wall, water streaming down her spine, one hand hesitating between her thighs. Her fingers twitch, then move, slow at first, and she bites her lip hard, stifling a whimper. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Mkgx4LJ7/7-CETGYQXNZCD182-SEFDC2-KYJP0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "I can’t—I shouldn’t… damn it, why does it feel…" Her hand picks up pace, reluctant but desperate, and a choked moan slips out. She’s fighting it—head shaking, eyes shut tight—but the aphrodisiac’s winning, inch by inch. <<link "Go in">> <<goto "SusanStorm8">> <</link>> <<link "Don't go in">> <<goto "SusanStorm16">> <</link>>

The shower’s humming, Susan’s shaky steps fading as she disappears behind the door. I stay put, leaning back on the couch, ignoring the crack of light spilling out—no urge to chase her. She needs this moment, and I’m not the type to creep. The water runs, her muffled gasps barely audible, and I wait, steady, letting her come back on her own. <<link "Wait">> <<goto "SusanStorm5">> <</link>>

Not wanting to risk getting caught, I slipped away quietly. Returning to the bed, I settled in and waited patiently for her to finish bathing. <<link "Wait">> <<goto "SusanStorm5">> <</link>>

The shower’s a cauldron of heat and noise, water pounding down as I hold Susan against the tiles. Her body’s a live wire—slick with sweat and water, shuddering under me, her pussy gripping me tight with every brutal thrust. Her nails scrape against the walls and her moans echo, raw and unrestrained. After some time, the aphrodisiac’s clawing at her, but she’s not fully gone—then her voice breaks through, jagged and desperate. Her earlier defiance completely disappearing. Instead, she is begging me for more now. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/0pGTNZR9/5-F1-Q1-BHKA1-C9-QEDF6-J9-K94-NVA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "Harder—please, fuck me harder—" I smirk, her plea igniting me. My hands clamp her hips, bruising her, and I slam into her, deeper, rougher, shoving her up the wall. She screams, a mix of ecstasy and fracture. me: "You want it, don’t you? You’re begging for me now." Her eyes flutter open, wild and glassy, but there’s a spark—fear, maybe shame. She’s breaking, but she fights it still. Susan: "I—I don’t know… I shouldn’t—" I cut her off with a deep thrust that makes her gasp, her words drowning in a moan. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me, my voice a growl over the water.* me: "Don’t lie to me, Susan. You need this. Say it." She whimpers, head shaking faintly, but her hips buck against me, betraying her. Her resistance is crumbling, and I feel it—hours stretch on, relentless. I yank her hair, bending her forward, fucking her from behind as she braces against the wall. Susan: "I can’t—please, it’s too much—my pussy hurts" me: "Too much? You’re screaming for more. Tell me you want it." She sobs, a broken sound, but her body arches into me, desperate. I flip her, hoist her up, legs locking around my waist as I pound her against the wall. Susan: "Harder—god, don’t stop—just don’t stop—" me (grinning, pressing closer): "That’s it. Let it out. You’re mine, Susan—admit it." Her head lolls back, eyes squeezing shut as she cums hard, her pussy clenching me, soaking me. She’s crying now, tears streaking down with the water. Susan: "I—I can’t fight it… but I shouldn’t… Reed—" I thrust deeper, cutting off her doubt, my hand gripping her throat just enough to make her gasp. me: "Reed’s nothing. He never had you like this. Say you’re mine." She moans, loud and broken, cumming again—her body’s surrendered, but her mind’s still clawing back. Hours grind on, her voice hoarse from begging, her legs trembling. I feel my own edge nearing, and I pin her there, thrusting deep. Susan: "I… what am I doing… I don’t know anymore…" I cum hard, filling her pussy—hot, thick, spilling into her as she shudders, a weak cry escaping. Her walls pulse around me, but she doesn’t collapse into me. Her hands press my chest, shaky, uncertain—not pushing, not pulling. me: "You feel that? That’s me inside you. You can’t run from this." Susan: "I—I shouldn’t… but I… I needed it…" She slumps against the wall, cum dripping down her thighs, water washing it away. Her eyes dart to me, then away—confusion, guilt, and hunger warring in them. She’s breaking, begging, showing every sign, but she’s not yours yet—not completely <<link "Go to sleep">> <<goto "SusanStorm10">> <</link>>

The towel cradles her as the sun bleeds into the horizon, her black bikini soaking up the last rays. She’s lying face-up, stretched out, arms resting loose at her sides, she’s calm, but there’s a flicker of self-awareness holding her back, a thread I’m about to test.* me: "Susan, turn around for me. Let me see you—really see you." She stiffens, just a beat, her head tilting toward me. Her blue eyes meet mine, sharp but clouded, a mix of wariness and unease flickering through the haze. Susan: "Turn around? Seriously? I’m not some exhibit… but fine, if you insist." I lean closer, my tone smooth as silk, sliding past her skepticism with quiet force. me: "Nothing wrong about it. You’re stunning—every inch of you. Let me enjoy your body." <img src="https://i.ibb.co/WvcDxsfF/FFKNFFW6-HG0-ZBXHAHRTWRC2-EE0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She presses her lips together, eyes darting to the towel, then back to me—a quick, nervous flick. After some hesitation, she shifts, slow, propping up on her elbows, then turns—hips rolling as she flips face-down, her ass rising into full view. It’s heavenly—round, firm, a perfect curve barely held by those thin bikini strings. The sight’s a gut punch; I want to grab it, feel it, but I hold back, savoring the tension. Susan: "There you go. God, this is embarrassing… I can’t believe I’m doing this for you." I grinned, whispering in her ear me: "I have already seen you naked before, doing something like this for me should feel natural" She wanted to respond but I cut her off, voice dropping, thick with hunger, locking her in place. me: "Jesus, Susan, that ass is heavenly. Perfect—better than anything I’ve ever seen. You’re a damn dream." *She freezes, then a shaky smirk tugs at her lips—dry but faltering, her cheeks flushing hard. The praise sinks in, rattling her, and she tries to deflect, but there’s a hint of submission and embarrasment threading through her tone. Susan: "Heavenly? You’re ridiculous… but, uh, thanks, I guess. I feel so stupid letting you talk me into this." She shifts slightly, still face-down, peeking back at me with that smirk softening into something unsure. The morality’s clawing at her, her face burning, but there’s a quiet thrill in her eyes. Her ass stays up, a heavenly tease, and she’s squirming, caught in the moment. me: "Don’t hide it—not from me. You’re too perfect for that." She lets out a small, breathy huff—half-laugh, half-sigh—resting her chin on her arms, still exposed. The embarrassment’s got her flustered, but she doesn’t pull away, her voice dipping softer. Susan: "Perfect, huh? You’re dangerous… and I’m apparently weak enough to go along with it. Just don’t push your luck." I slide my hand onto the towel beside her, close enough to feel her heat, letting the moment stretch as time passes, her heavenly form locked in my sights. <<link "Continue">> <<goto "SusanStorm12">> <</link>>

The hotel room’s a hushed trap, lights low, the door locking with a soft snap as Susan steps in, still rattled from the beach. She’s fidgeting, eyes down, but I’m on her—guiding her to the bed with gentle hands on her wrists, a quiet firmness she can’t dodge. She sits, tense, as I loom close. Susan: "What’s going on? I… I don’t understand—" Me: "Oh, Susan, you’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? Running off like that, leaving me wanting. We need to fix that now." She blinks, a flicker of guilt crossing her face, and I pull out a handcuff from my bag, securing it around her hands, securing it to the wall. She gasps, soft, but doesn’t pull away as I lift her hands above her head. Susan: "Restrained? Is this… because of earlier? I didn’t mean—" I command her, gently and steadily Me: "Shh, sweetheart, it’s okay. You were naughty, and bad girls need a little lesson. This’ll help you learn—just relax for me." The blindfold comes next—dark silk—sliding over her eyes, and she tilts her head, breath hitching, but stays still, trusting despite the edge. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Jj7DKT0b/7-QM7-Y0-W2-FQC7-KRSJCWXN043-AF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "A blindfold too? I… I’m not sure about this…" I assure her Me: "It’s all part of it, Susan. You’ve got to feel what happens when you misbehave. Trust me—it’s for your own good." I ease her onto her stomach, knees bending under, and she lets me, pliant but trembling. I undress her and she lies naked on the bed. From the bag, I take out a blue anal plug. She whimpers as I press it against her, but I keep my voice soft, guiding. Susan: "That’s… oh god, what is it? I’ve never—" Me: "It’s your punishment, sweetheart. A little plug for that tight ass. Take it for me, nice and easy." I slide it in, slow, and she moans, a soft, strained sound, her body clenching then relaxing as it settles deep. She shifts, bound hands twitching, legs spreading, revealing her plugged ass, and I step back, leaving her there—tied, blindfolded, plugged—face-up on the bed. Minutes tick by, her breaths shallow, the plug a constant reminder, suspense winding her tight. Susan: "How long… are you keeping it in? It’s intense…" I let it stretch—five minutes, ten—watching her squirm, the silence heavy with her little gasps, her thighs pressing together. Then I lean in, voice a warm murmur, cutting through her haze. Me: "You’ve taken it so well, Susan. Now, you’re going to suck me—show me you’re sorry." She hesitates, lips parting, a faint tremble, but the aphrodisiac and my tone pull her in. She nods, slow, submissive. Susan: "Okay… I’ll do it. I… I didn’t mean to be bad." I guide her to her knees, hands soft in her hair, and she opens her mouth, taking me in—gentle at first, then deeper, sucking with a soft moan, eager to please. I let her work, then ease her back down. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/zT9tCPjq/YRMPDX1-TNHYYJ8-Z5-A9-K8-PCTR40.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Me: "Good girl—see how easy that was? Now, the real punishment. Your ass needs to learn too." She tenses, just a breath, as I slide the plug out slow—she whimpers, soft—and press my dick into her ass, gentle but firm, sinking deep. She gasps, hands flexing against the ropes, but her voice stays small, chastened. Susan: "Oh—it’s… it’s a lot—I’m sorry, I’ll be good—" <img src="https://i.ibb.co/GfhTg1D5/VCCQBNGTYKY2-FJCWX4-EA925-YD0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I fuck her slow at first, then harder, my tone staying soft, reassuring, taming her with every thrust into that tight heat. Me: "That’s it, sweetheart. You take it so well—punishment’s almost over. Tell me you’ll be my good girl now." She moans, louder, her body yielding fully, the last of her defiance melting under my control, the pleasure too much to resist. Susan: "I’ll be good—I promise—I’m your good girl…" I keep going, steady, deep, until she’s tamed—bound, blind, ass fucked into submission, her soft cries sealing her surrender. <<link "Fuck her harder">> <<goto "SusanStorm14">> <</link>>

The sun continues to shine in the sky, and the beach has slowly emptied out—waves crashing soft, no voices, no eyes. Susan’s still on the towel, stomach-down, that smile lingering as she basks in my compliment about her ass. I glance around, scanning the dunes, the shoreline—nobody. Just the two of us, the air thick with salt and her heat. The aphrodisiac’s got her loose, pliable, but she’s not broken yet. Time to push. me: "Susan, it’s just us now. No one’s around. How about a boobjob—right here, right now?" She stiffens, head snapping up, eyes wide with a jolt of shock. Her arms cross over her chest fast, pressing the bikini top tight, and her voice comes out sharp, morality flaring hard. Susan: "What? No—absolutely not. That’s… that’s insane. I’m not doing that—not here, not anywhere!" She sits up, knees pulling in, her face flushing red from the line I’ve crossed. Her glare’s fierce, but her hands tremble, that flicker of control slipping. me: "Come on, Susan. No one’s watching—it’s safe. You’ve got the best body I’ve ever seen. Let me feel it. You know you want to let go." She shakes her head, hard, hair whipping wet against her shoulders, her voice rising, insistent. Susan: "No—I don’t want to. This isn’t me—I’m not some… some toy for you to play with! You’re pushing too far." I lean in, closer, voice dropping to a murmur, firm but laced with that pull she can’t ignore. My eyes lock on hers, unyielding. My voice low and commanding, me: "You’re not a toy—you’re incredible. I see how you smiled for me, how you turned for me. You’re already letting go—don’t fight it now. Just once, Susan. For me." She falters, her breath catching, eyes darting to the empty beach then back to me. Her body twitches despite her words, and my tone—calm, sure—sinks in. Her hands loosen, just a fraction. Susan: "I shouldn’t… it’s wrong—I can’t just… you’re making this so hard." I continue to press her me: "It’s not wrong if it feels good. You deserve to feel good, Susan. I’m not forcing you—I’m asking. Let me have this." She swallows, hard, her resolve cracking under my gaze, the drug, the isolation. Her arms drop slow, hesitant, and she lies down on the towel. Her voice is barely there, a whisper of surrender. Susan: "Just… just this once. I don’t know why I’m doing this…" <img src="https://i.ibb.co/1tHxKLyp/WPF7-XR6-EQN737-D3-ZJF3-V1-QYND0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She unties the bikini top, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free—full, heavy, perfect. Her hands tremble as she presses them together, waiting for me. I let my pants fall to the floor, revealing a massive erect dick. Sliding it between her soft breasts, I groan, the silky smooth skin tantalizing against my sensitive skin. Her breasts feel like heaven as I slide my dick between them, the supple valley squeezing my length as her chest heaves. She moves, awkward at first, then smoother, the friction tight and slick from the sweat and salt. Her eyes stay down, cheeks burning, but she doesn’t stop. me: "Fuck, Susan—that’s it. You’re so damn good at this." She doesn’t look up, but her lips twitch—a ghost of that smile, shame mixing with the thrill as she gives in, the boobjob slow and deliberate under the open sky. After a while, the air’s thick, the waves a distant hum, and I’m close—teetering on the edge as her skin slides against mine, hot and slick. Her eyes are down, cheeks flushed, a war still raging in her silence. Then, abrupt, she stops—pulling back, hands dropping as she scrambles to cover herself. Susan: "That’s enough—I can’t. This… this is too much. I’m done." She grabs the bikini top, fumbling to tie it back on, her movements jerky, panicked. I sit there, breath heavy, watching her morality snap back abruptly like a rubber band. She’s on her feet fast, snatching her towel, her bag, sand kicking up as she turns away. I ask her calmly, me: "Susan, hold on—what’s the rush? We’re not finished." She doesn’t look back, voice tight as she stuffs her things into the bag, hands trembling but resolute. Susan: "No—we are. I shouldn’t have let it go this far. I need to go—now." She’s already moving, barefoot across the sand, heading for the car, her silhouette sharp against the last sliver of sunset. I don’t chase—not yet. I stand, slow, brushing sand off my hands, a dark smirk tugging at my lips. She’s running, but she’s not escaping. Not really. She’s crossed me, cut me off, and that’s a mistake she’ll have to pay with her body for later. me: "It seems that the training was not enough, I have to train her more later then." She’s out of earshot, her figure shrinking toward the parking lot, but I’m already planning—picturing her in that hotel room, tied up and exposed. Punishment’s coming, and it’ll be slow, deliberate, breaking that defiance she’s clinging to. I grab my own gear, unhurried, letting her think she’s got the upper hand—for now. <<link "Go back to hotel">> <<goto "SusanStorm13">> <</link>>

After a passionate and exhausting night, she seemed to have softened, her demeanor warmer and more submissive. Sensing the shift, I suggested a trip to the beach to unwind, and to my surprise, she agreed without hesitation. The sun’s dipping low, painting the beach in gold and shadow when we reached the beach, and Susan Storm steps out of the car with me, the ocean breeze tugging at her hair. She’s wearing a bikini that’s pure sin—the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. It’s bold, revealing every inch of her toned body, her breasts spilling out just enough to turn heads, her ass framed by the cut. She’s still got that shred of morality, though—her arms cross briefly over her chest as she glances around, unsure. Luckily she was wearing sunglasses, hiding her identity so people didn’t know that the revealing woman they were looking at was one of the main superheroes in the city. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/QFCLZwHZ/C22-Z7-PQAGHNPBE4-WS233-SNG650.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She whispers, clearly uncomfortable Susan: "I don’t know about this… it’s a little much, isn’t it? I shouldn’t be out here like this." I guide her forward, hand light on her lower back, voice smooth and steady, keeping her tethered to me. me: "You look incredible, Susan. No one’s judging you—relax. I’ve got you." She bites her lip, a flush creeping up her neck, but she doesn’t argue—just follows me toward the water’s edge. Heads turn as we pass, eyes lingering on her, and I feel her tense under my touch, that flicker of shame still alive. A group of guys—three of them, tanned and cocky—lounge on a bench nearby, beers in hand. They spot her, nudging each other, grins spreading as they stand and saunter over, cutting me off mid-step. Guy 1: "Hey, gorgeous—damn, you’re a sight. What’s a girl like you doing out here?" Susan freezes, her arms shifting to cover herself again, her voice sharp but shaky, morality kicking in. Susan: "I’m not—back off, okay? I’m not here for you." They laugh, undeterred, circling closer. The second guy leans in, eyes raking over her bikini, voice dripping with sleaze. Guy 2: "Come on, don’t be shy. That outfit’s begging for attention—let us buy you a drink." I step in front of her, voice cold and hard, cutting through their chatter like a blade. me: "Stop. She’s mine—get the hell away from her. Now." The guys pause, sizing me up, but my stare doesn’t waver—dark, unyielding. The first one shrugs, hands up, smirk fading. Guy 1: "Alright, man, chill. Didn’t know she was taken. We’re out." They slink off, muttering to each other, and I turn to Susan. Her cheeks are burning, a deep blush spreading from her face down her chest, her eyes, though difficult to see through the sunglasses, darting away from mine. That mix of shame and something else—relief, maybe, or a spark of heat—flickers in her. Susan: "You didn’t have to… I could’ve handled it. But—thanks." I smirk, brushing it off, keeping her close as I pull the towel from my bag and spread it out on the sand, a wide patch of soft white under the fading sun. I tease her, me: "They didn’t deserve to talk to you. Come on—lie down, relax." <img src="https://i.ibb.co/8DDXV3Nv/MVQJHB8-NRJ9-DAJFNZZF47-GV7-K0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She hesitates, glancing at the towel, then at me, her morality tugging at her again. But the aphrodisiac’s there, softening her edges, and my voice pulls her in. She lowers herself onto the towel, stretching out slow, the bikini shifting as she settles. Her body’s on display—legs long, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and salt—and she knows it, her hands twitching like she wants to cover up but doesn’t. Susan: "I shouldn’t feel good about this… it’s not right, showing off like this. But—you make it feel okay." I sit beside her, close enough that my shadow falls over her, my control subtle but firm. She’s not fully surrendered—not yet—but she’s leaning into it, the blush still hot on her face as she lets herself sink into the moment. me: "It’s more than okay, Susan. Remember, you are showing it to me, not anyone else." She nods, faint, her eyes half-closing as she lies back, the towel soft under her, the sound of waves lulling her deeper under my sway. <<link "Ask her to turn around">> <<goto "SusanStorm11">> <</link>>

She’s broken, promising to be good, but I’m not done—punishment needs teeth. I grip her hips, fingers digging in, and shift, voice still soft but laced with a new edge. me: "You’re doing so well, Susan—such a good girl now. But bad girls need to feel it deeper. Hold on for me." She tenses, a quick breath catching, but doesn’t protest—just nods, faint, her voice small and shaky. Susan: "Okay… I’ll try—I’ll be good—" I don’t ease up this time—I thrust harder, rougher, slamming into her ass with a force that jolts her whole body. She cries out, sharp, her bound hands jerking against the ropes, but I keep going, relentless, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Her ass clenches tight around me, hot and unyielding, and she’s trembling, overwhelmed. Susan: "Oh god—it’s—too hard—I can’t—" me: "You can, sweetheart. You’re taking it so well—punishment’s got to sting a little. Just let it happen." <img src="https://i.ibb.co/b5pkbrvF/T8-N6-FSSVP0-SR1-FB4-R60-ZCBNH00.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I fuck her harder, hips crashing into her, each thrust deeper, rougher, her moans turning raw, ragged. She’s shaking, legs quivering, but her body doesn’t fight—her hips tilt back, instinctive, taking it even as she struggles to keep up. Susan: "It hurts—but—oh fuck—it’s… I don’t know—" I lean over her, one hand sliding up to grip her hair, pulling her head back gentle but firm as I pound into her. My voice stays soft, a lifeline through the storm I’m unleashing. me: "That’s it, Susan—feel it all. You’re mine now, every bit of you. Tell me again." She’s loud now, cries bouncing off the walls, her ass stretched and yielding under the brutal rhythm. Her words stumble out, torn between pain and surrender, the aphrodisiac and my control drowning her last scraps of resistance. Susan (sobbing, desperate): "I’m yours—I’m sorry—I’ll be good—please—" I don’t let up, fucking her ass with a savage edge, hips slamming so hard the bed creaks, her body pinned and helpless. She’s a mess—sweat-slick, moaning, tamed completely, her pleas melting into submission as I push her past her limits. me: "Perfect, sweetheart. You’ve learned your lesson—my good girl, all mine." She collapses under me, spent, ass still clenching as I drive deep one last time, her soft, broken whimpers sealing her fate—fully mine, punished and remade in the heat of it. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/SX9dt1gQ/DP7-QETEDVD2-GQTRV1-P1-H4-NQ460.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She’s a wreck beneath me—wrists bound tight, blindfold dark and soaked with sweat. I’m fucking her hard, relentless, each thrust slamming deep into her ass, her body jolting with the force. Her moans are broken, loud, a mix of strain and submission, and she’s trembling, fully given over as I push her past every limit. I feel it building, that tight heat gripping me, and I lean in, voice soft but commanding, guiding her through the end. me: "You’ve been so good, Susan—taking your punishment like this. I’m gonna finish now, sweetheart—right inside you." She shudders, a sharp gasp spilling out, her head tilting blind toward my voice. Her body’s too far gone to resist, but there’s a faint quiver in her words, a last echo of herself. Susan: "Inside? Oh god—I… okay—just do it—" I grip her hips tighter, fingers bruising, and thrust harder, deeper, the rhythm turning savage as I chase it. Her ass clenches around me, hot and slick, and she’s crying out, raw, her voice bouncing off the walls. Susan: "It’s too much—fuck—I can’t—please—" me: "Shh, you can take it, my good girl. You’re mine—feel me claim you." One last thrust—brutal, deep—and I cum, hard, spilling into her ass, hot and thick. She gasps, loud, her body locking up as I fill her, the sensation pushing her over some final edge. I hold her there, buried to the hilt, letting it pulse out, marking her completely. Her moans turn soft, broken, and she slumps, trembling, the ropes biting into her wrists as she takes it all. me: "There you go, Susan—all mine now. You did so well, sweetheart." She’s limp, panting, ass still clenching faintly around me as the last of it seeps into her. Her voice is barely there, a whisper through the haze, surrender sealed. Susan: "Yours… I’m yours… oh god…" I ease out slow, watching her shiver, cum leaking from her as she collapses fully onto the bed—bound, blind, tamed, and claimed. The room’s quiet now, just her ragged breaths and the hum of my victory. <<link "Go back to my lab">> <<goto "SusanStorm15">> <</link>>

The next morning, we stepped out of the hotel, the cool breeze brushing against us. With a swift command, I activated the teleporter, and in an instant, we vanished—reappearing moments later in my lab. The lab’s a stark, gleaming fortress, my playground, the air crisp with the bite of metal and ink. Susan stands bare in the center, her submission locked in from last night, her head dipped but eyes glinting with that familiar edge—tamed, but still herself. I’ve got her primed, tools ready—needles, rings, tattoo gun—and I step close, hands warm on her skin, stoking her fire before I mark her.* me: "You’re all mine now, Susan—time to show it. Let’s get you hot first, then make it permanent." She smirks, faint, as my hands roam—sliding over her hips, up to her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they peak, hard and eager. She gasps, soft, her breath quickening as I tease, then dip lower, fingers brushing her navel, stroking her clit just enough to light her up. She moans, hips twitching, wet and needy under my touch. Susan: "You’re too good at this… already got me going, huh?" I grin, keeping her simmering, and grab the needle, voice low and steady. me: "First, your navel, sweetheart—hold still for me." I pinch the skin above her belly button, quick and sure, piercing it with a flick—metal sliding through, a silver ring snapping in. She hisses, a little jolt, but stays put, the ring glinting against her flushed stomach. Susan: "Ow—that’s sharp. You’re really into this, aren’t you?" I wipe it clean, then move up, hands cupping her breasts again, rolling her nipples until they’re swollen, begging. She’s panting now, and I grab the needle, tone soft but firm.* me: "Nipples next, Susan—gonna make ‘em mine. Let me play with you a bit." I pinch her left nipple, tugging it out long, stretching it as she gasps, loud, her back arching. The needle slides through slow—a thin prick, blood beading—and I thread the silver hoop in, tugging it again, twisting it back and forth, playing with the fresh piercing. She squirms, moaning sharp and needy. Susan: "Fuck—that stings… you’re driving your good girl crazy…" I hum, soothing, and switch to the right—pinching, pulling, stretching it taut before piercing it, another hoop slipping in. I tug it multiple times, rolling it between my fingers, and she writhes, voice cracking, caught in the heat. Susan "Goddamn—too much… you’re such a tease…" I smirk, her nipples pierced and throbbing, hoops swaying, and slide my hand down, teasing her clit again, keeping her dripping. She’s trembling, thighs slick, and I grab the next needle, voice a warm murmur. me: "Now your clit, sweetheart—gonna mark it deep. Spread for me." She parts her legs, slow, breath hitching as I kneel, fingers spreading her wide. Her clit’s swollen, glistening, and I pinch it, pulling it out hard—once, twice, three times—playing with it as she bucks, a raw moan tearing free. Susan: "Oh god—please—that’s—fuck, I can’t—" I pierce it fast—needle through, a tiny silver stud locking in—and tug it again, yanking it side to side, up and down, each pull drawing a cry. She’s shaking, clit pulsing, the stud shining wet between her folds. Susan: "Jesus—you’re ruthless—it’s… too fucking good…" I stand, wiping my hands, then grab the tattoo gun, ink ready—black, bold. She’s still catching her breath as I position it above her pussy, just below the navel ring, voice dropping low. me: "One last mark, Susan—your slave tattoo. Gonna put it right here, so you never forget who you belong to." I press the branding iron glowing red to her hip, skin sizzling, and she squirms, hands clenching, but holds still, moaning softly, her head tipping back as I pull the iron away, admiring the red, raised mark. Susan: "That burns—better be pretty, at least…" I finish, wiping the excess ink, and step back—navel ring glinting, nipple hoops catching the light, clit stud shining, and the “Slave” tattoo bold above her pussy, framing her marked body. She’s pierced, branded, horny as hell from my touch, and still got that spark, bent to my will. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/vCfbGnMv/QBBDAZVB6-C26-F91-J1-KDSEJ84-T0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Me: "You’re a masterpiece, Susan—my perfect girl, all pierced and tattooed. How’s it feel, being mine like this?" She shifts, testing the piercings’ weight, the tattoo’s sting, and looks at me—a crooked smile breaking through, her personality flickering in her surrender. Susan: "Feels like I’m your prized possession—decked out and ready. Guess I’m stuck with you now, huh, daddy?" I trace the tattoo, then tug her clit stud light, watching her shiver—fully submissive, marked head to toe, but still dishing out that clever spark, locked in as my good girl. Find her in the living quarters! <<link "Return">> <<set $girls += 1>> <<set $susan.dominated = true>> <<set $susan.Love = true>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The neon haze of the club flickers overhead, a jagged dance of pink and blue slicing through the smoke, and the multiversal watch hums against my wrist as I step into her universe. The stench of cheap whiskey and sweat, bodies packed tight around the stage hit me. I’d tracked her down earlier, cutting through slurred tips from bartenders and bouncers with clipped questions, and they all led me here. Jessica Rabbit’s working tonight, her name a low rumble in the air. The crowd erupts as her set ends, that amazing voice, smooth as sin—fading into the din. She glides off the stage, hips rolling like a tide, her red dress a second skin, sequins flashing under the lights. She’s a vision. She drifts toward the bar, oblivious to me lurking in the corner, my back against the wall, eyes locked on her. The watch could pull me into her orbit, but I stay put, silent, letting the scene unfold. She leans on the counter, ordering a martini. The crowd thins around her, but the stares don’t—hungry, blatant, peeling her apart. She shifts, tugging the dress down an inch, a reflex of unease she can’t shake. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/ty99mby/EF8-GM6-WY6-BPGA3-EZXGKQ1-C64-D0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> A pack of guys—three of them, slick with booze and bravado—peel off their stools, zeroing in. They’re loud, sloppy, ties askew, beers sloshing as they close the gap. She doesn’t see them yet, sipping her drink, but her shoulders tense like she feels the shift in the air. GUY 1: "Well, damn, Red—look at you. What’s a knockout like that doing solo?" Her head snaps up, lips tightening, and she sets the glass down hard. Her voice cuts, sharp and cold, slicing through their laughter. Jessica: "Not your business, sweetheart. Back off." They don’t. The second one steps closer, eyes crawling over her, his smirk oily as he leans in. GUY 2: "Aw, c’mon—dress like that, you’re asking for company. Let’s get you a real drink." She recoils, arms crossing tight over her chest, the martini forgotten. Her glare’s a blade, but there’s a tremor in it—worn thin, cornered. The third guy chuckles, circling, and the air thickens with their stench. Jessica: "I said back off. I’m not your damn toy." They laugh louder, undeterred, and I stay rooted, watching her fend them off solo. She’s got fire. The first guy reaches, bold, grazing her arm, and she jerks back, knocking the glass over. It shatters, sharp and final, drawing eyes. A bouncer finally stirs, lumbering over, and the trio scatters, muttering curses as they melt into the crowd. Jessica exhales, shaky, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She lights a cigarette, the flame catching her profile—those green eyes distant, lips parted around the smoke. A few stragglers stare, but she ignores them, lost in her own head. I don’t move, don’t speak—just take her in, the watch warm on my skin. She’s raw, unguarded now, blowing a thin stream of smoke that curls into the haze. The club throbs around her, but she’s untouchable, a lone spark in the muck, and I let her burn there, silent, mine to witness. <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Jessica1">> <</link>>

<img src="https://i.ibb.co/Fb6tnp03/X9-HE93654-ZRYPKBANE51-RP1-WF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The witch’s grey eyes hold me for a moment, glinting under that wide-brimmed hat, her black hair spilling like a shadow over the tight dress that clings to her every curve. The air’s thick with incense and her pull, that sultry smirk daring me to step closer. The watch hums, warm against my wrist, tasting the dark pulsing from her shop—the jars, the shifting symbols, the shadow behind the curtain. But I don’t bite. I turn, boots scuffing the warped floor, and head for the door, bells clanging as I push back into the night. The city slams into me again—horns blaring, lights smearing orange across the pavement, the stench of exhaust cutting through the haze. Her laugh, low and rich, echoes in my head as I leave Witch’s Hollow behind, the bone chime rattling in the breeze. The street’s alive, chaotic, swallowing the shop’s quiet menace whole. I don’t look back—don’t need to. The watch ticks steady, a faint buzz under my skin, guiding me deeper into the sprawl. The club looms on my left, crumbling brick bleeding into the dark. Voices spill from an alley—sharp, slurred, a bottle shattering somewhere close. I keep moving, hands in my pockets, letting the city’s rhythm take over. The witch’s face sticks—those storm-grey eyes, that red-lipped grin—but it’s just a flicker now, fading into the noise. The watch could pull me anywhere, any universe, but I let this one breathe, its edges rough and unyielding, carrying me wherever it wants. <<link "Go back to club">> <<goto "Jessica7">> <</link>>

The club’s neon dims as I slip into the night, the multiversal watch humming on my wrist. Jessica’s smoky allure lingers in my mind, but I leave her behind, drifting through the city. The streets pulse with noise, orange lights smearing across cracked pavement, air thick with grit. I roam, aimless, until I hit a shadowed corner—a dead-end behind a warehouse. A shop crouches there, low and dark, its sign—“Witch’s Hollow”—faint, purple light seeping from the windows. The door’s black, a bone chime swaying. The city’s roar fades here. I push in, bells clanging. Incense stings the air, sharp and warm. Shelves brim with jars—teeth, herbs, a vial of swirling smoke. A red candle drips on the counter. She’s there, behind it, grinding something—bones, maybe. She’s stunning—black hair spilling like ink from under a stereotypical witch’s hat, pointed and wide-brimmed. Her outfit’s pure cliché—tight black dress, plunging neckline, hugging curves that could stop time, hem riding high on long, pale legs. Her grey eyes flick up, piercing, catching the light like storm clouds, lips full and red, parting in a slow, knowing smirk. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Fb6tnp03/X9-HE93654-ZRYPKBANE51-RP1-WF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> WITCH: "You’re not from this dirt pile, are you? What’s a stranger want in my den?" I don’t answer, scanning the room. A skull grins from a shelf, gold teeth flashing. A beaded curtain shifts in the back, hinting at something moving. The watch buzzes, sensing power—old, electric, curling in the air. She leans forward, hat tipping, grey eyes locking on me, voice a velvet tease. WITCH: "That little toy on your wrist hums loud. You chasing something, or just lost?" I meet her gaze, silent. A jar rattles, something alive inside. She laughs, low and rich, spitting into her mortar—rot and sage wafting up as she stirs. WITCH: "Look around, handsome—touch the wrong thing, it’s your mess." I step closer, boots soft on the floor. A leather book lies open, symbols twitching. A stained cage sways overhead. The curtain stirs, a shadow darts—tall, gone. The watch heats, tasting the dark. I don’t touch, don’t speak—just watch her, that black-clad beauty, her presence a spell I’m not breaking yet. <<link "look around">> <<goto "Jessica3">> <</link>> <<link "leave">> <<goto "Jessica2">> <</link>>

The witch’s shop hums with a strange heat, the purple glow from the windows painting her black dress in faint streaks. She pretty—black hair cascading from under that wide-brimmed hat, grey eyes glinting like polished steel, her curves hugged tight by the plunging fabric. The incense bites the air as I linger, the multiversal watch ticking warm against my wrist. I don’t rush out—something about her pulls, sharp and magnetic. The shelves creak with jars—teeth, herbs, smoke trapped in glass—and that red candle drips slow on the counter. She’s still grinding something, smirking like she knows I’m hooked. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Fb6tnp03/X9-HE93654-ZRYPKBANE51-RP1-WF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I step closer, boots scuffing the worn floor, and her grey eyes flick up, locking mine. My voice cuts the quiet, steady and low. me: "Got a love potion back there? Something strong?" She pauses, pestle hovering, then leans in, elbows on the counter, dress dipping lower—deliberate, teasing. Her lips curl, voice dripping honey with a razor edge. WITCH: "Love potion, huh? You don’t strike me as the desperate type, stranger. Who’s it for—some poor soul you’ve already snared, or one you can’t catch?" I don’t flinch, holding her stare. The watch buzzes, picking up the room’s pulse—power simmering, hers and something older. A jar rattles behind her, claws scratching glass. She doesn’t blink, just tilts her head, hat shadowing half her face, grey eyes gleaming. WITCH: "I’ve got what you want—essence of rose, blood of a dove, a whisper of compulsion. Brewed it last moon. One drop, and they’re yours—mind, body, all of it. But it’s not cheap, and it’s not kind. You sure you’ve got the stomach for it?" She straightens, gliding to a shelf, hips swaying like a spell. Her fingers—long, pale—pluck a vial, small and dark, liquid inside shimmering pink. She holds it up, candlelight catching it, then turns, leaning close, breath warm as she dangles it between us. WITCH: "This what you’re after, handsome? Say the word, it’s yours. Just don’t cry to me when it works too well." I don’t reach yet, just watch her—the way she moves, the glint in her eye, the power rolling off her like smoke. The curtain in the back twitches, a shadow flickering, but she’s all I see, that black-clad witch daring me to bite. <<link "pay her normally">> <<goto "Jessica5">> <</link>> <<link "Pay her in another way">> <<goto "Jessica4">> <</link>> <<link "leave">> <<goto "Jessica6">> <</link>>

The witch’s grey eyes gleam with a cocky spark as she twirls the vial, its pink glow catching the candlelight. Her black dress clings like sin, hat tilted, lips smirking like she owns the room. I’ve got money to pay for it, but the thought of just fucking her brains out was very tempting. Worse come to worse, i teleport home and find another way to capture Jessica rabbit. With that, I step in, voice a low rasp. me: "No coin. I’ll pay you my way." Her laugh’s a whipcrack, sharp and bold, grey eyes flashing with amused disbelief. WITCH: “Oh, you’ve got balls, don’t you-?” I’m on her before she can finish, hands snagging her wrists, slamming her back against the counter. The mortar crashes, dust flying, and she snarls, twisting like a wildcat. WITCH: "You think you can just—get the fuck off me!" I don’t flinch, pinning her wrists high with one hand, the other tearing at her clothes. Her dress rips clean down the front—fabric shredding, exposing her pale, perfect tits, nipples stiff in the cool air—but I leave the black robe draped over her shoulders, flapping open like dark wings. She’s thrashing, legs kicking, nails clawing my arms. WITCH: “I’ll hex your ass for this!” I force her thighs apart, her bare pussy glistening, and slam into her, hard and deep. She jolts, a raw yelp bursting out, grey eyes flaring wide as her tight, soaked cunt clamps around me. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/jPsdFtLR/878-GJ9-XHQGG2-DC1-S5-W40-K0-SN80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> It’s unreal—her pussy’s a hot, wet dream, gripping me like a fist, slick walls pulsing as I ram in. She’s drenched, her juices slicking my dick, and I rip deeper, feeling her stretch, her heat shuddering around me. She fights at first, spitting curses. WITCH:“You’re dead, you prick!” Her voice cracks into moans, hips bucking as I pound her raw. I grab her hips, shredding more of the dress away, leaving just the robe flapping, and drill into her—each thrust a loud, wet smack, her cunt sucking me in, quivering with every hit. Her resistance melts—legs hooking me, nails raking my shoulders, her attitude shifting from fury to feral need. I fuck her senseless, relentless—her tits bounce free, sweat beading on her skin, black hair wild across the counter. She’s loud now, moans ripping out, brassy and desperate WITCH: “Fuck, oh shit, harder—” Her grey eyes rolling back as she breaks. Her pussy spasms, tight and greedy, a gush of wet heat soaking us as I hammer her down. She cums, screaming. WITCH:“Yes, fuck, yes!” Her body shaking, walls convulsing around me, pulling me in like she can’t get enough. I finish her off, slamming deep, leaving her a trembling mess, robe hanging loose, her breath jagged. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Dgt8TQs8/PS8-GRRJ4-GQR14-P5-P2-F8-RVVP5-K0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She slumps there, panting, grey eyes dazed but sharp, locking on me. She drags herself up, legs wobbly, and snatches three more vials from the shelf, shoving them my way with a hoarse laugh. WITCH: "Take ‘em—three more, free. That… fuck, that was the best I’ve ever had. Come back and defile me again if you want, you beast." I pocket the potions—four now—and nod, her gaze burning into me, all fire and invitation. The shop’s still, her moans echoing in my skull, her pussy’s grip a memory I won’t shake. I turn and leave, the watch humming, her offer hanging thick in the air. <<link "Return to club">> <<set $potions += 4>> <<goto "Jessica7">> <</link>>

The witch’s grey eyes shimmer with a sly glint as she holds the vial up, its red-black liquid catching the flicker of the candle. Her black dress hugs her like a vice, hat tilted just right, lips curved in that knowing smirk. The air’s thick with incense and her pull, the multiversal watch warm on my wrist. I don’t lunge this time—my hand dips to my pocket, pulling out a wad of crumpled bills, and I toss them on the counter, voice steady. me: "How much for one?" She arches a brow, surprised I’m playing it straight, then leans forward, robe swaying open slightly, her grey eyes scanning the cash. Her voice purrs, teasing but sharp, like she’s testing me. WITCH: "Oh, look at you—Mr. Honest tonight. That’ll get you one, handsome. Thirty bucks for the good stuff—rose essence, dove’s blood, a kick of compulsion. No refunds if they love you too hard." I nod, sliding the bills closer—enough to cover it, barely. She smirks, scooping the money with those long, pale fingers, and tucks it somewhere under the counter. Her attitude’s all swagger, like she’s won this round, and she twirls the vial once before setting it down in front of me. WITCH: "One potion, one shot. Don’t waste it on someone boring—my brews deserve a proper chase. Anything else, or you just gonna stare at me all night?" I don’t bite at her bait, just pick up the vial—small, heavy, the liquid inside shifting like smoke. Her grey eyes follow me, amused, daring me to push it, but I keep it simple. The watch hums, picking up the shop’s vibe—old magic, coiled and quiet. A jar rattles behind her, something scratching, but she doesn’t flinch, just leans back, arms crossing under her chest, pushing her curves against the dress. WITCH: "Run along, then. Come back when you’ve got more cash—or something spicier to trade." I pocket the single potion, giving her a last look—her black hair spilling wild, that robe framing her like a dark halo. The shop’s still, her presence lingering, but I turn and step out, the chime clattering behind me, one vial heavier and her smirk burned in my head. <<set $potions += 1>> <<link "Return to club">> <<set $potions += 1>> <<goto "Jessica7">> <</link>>

The night’s still thick as I leave the witch’s shop. The multiversal watch hums on my wrist, guiding me back through the city’s grime—orange lights streaking the pavement, air sharp with exhaust. I head to the club. The door swings open, spilling noise—drunken shouts, clinking glass, and her voice cutting through it all, smooth and sultry, wrapping the room in velvet. Jessica Rabbit’s still there, up on stage. Her voice was alluring, low and rich, pulling the crowd in—suits and drunks alike, eyes glazed, mouths slack. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/5gmqwJtc/GXZX88-K5-V1-BRZMW7-ZRGK9-WQ670.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I slide into the back, sticking to the shadows<<if $potions >= 1>>, the potion warm against my thigh<</if>>. She finishes, voice fading into a hush, and the crowd roars—clapping, whistling, a few slurring for more. She steps off the stage, graceful, her heels clicking as she heads for the bar again. She leans there, ordering her martini, gloved fingers tapping the counter—restless, like always. She sips her drink, slow, lips leaving a red stain on the glass, and I watch, silent, the vial burning a hole in my pocket. Her dress shifts as she crosses her legs, a flash of thigh drawing eyes, but she’s oblivious—or pretending to be—staring into the middle distance, caught in her own head. The watch pulses, syncing with the club’s rhythm, and I stay put, letting her simmer there—untouched, unaware, her voice still ringing in my ears. <<if $potions >= 1>>The potion’s mine, but I don’t move yet—just soak her in, that cracked goddess glowing under the neon, singing her night away.<</if>> <<if $potions >= 1>> <<link "put the potion in the drink">> <<set $potions -= 1>> <<goto "Jessica8">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "wait for her to leave the club">> <<goto "Jessica12">> <</link>>

Now it was time for her asshole. I flip Bulma over on the cot, her limp body offering no resistance. Her blue hair spills across the mattress, face slack, drool pooling beneath her cheek. The Multiversal Watch hums as I grip her hips, yanking her ass up. She’s still dazed, pleasure-soaked from the last round, her pussy dripping. AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s fully compliant. Pleasure boost remains at 300%. Proceed.” me: “Good. Keep it there.” I spit on my hand, slicking my dick, then press the tip against her tight asshole. She twitches, a faint whimper escaping her lips, but there’s no fight. I thrust in hard, stretching her wide, her wet heat grips me like a vice, the velvety softness giving way to the firmness of her inner walls. With each thrust, I bury myself deeper inside her, feeling her muscles clench and release around me. The sensation is incredible, like pure electricity coursing through my veins. Her body jolts, a raw, guttural moan ripping from her throat. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Mb0GBwx/00-ATP4-JF7-KX5-A48-GKH59-ZHHQP0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Bulma: “Guh... ahh... nnn...” Her ass clenches around me, hot and vise-tight, every inch a struggle to claim. I slam deeper, balls slapping her soaked pussy, the wet smack echoing in the cell. Her cheeks jiggle with each brutal thrust, skin flushing red as I pound her relentlessly. Sweat beads on her back, her bound hands twitching uselessly behind her. I grip her hair, yanking her head back. Her mouth hangs open, tongue lolling, eyes rolled up to whites. Drool drips down her chin, mixing with the sweat on her neck. I drive harder, feeling her asshole pulse and quiver, the 300% pleasure boost shredding her senses. She’s a mess—shaking, gasping, a string of broken sounds spilling out. Bulma: “Mmm... uhh... ahh...” Her insides grip me like a fist, slick and searing, every thrust dragging a wet, squelching noise from her wrecked hole. I dig my fingers into her hips, bruising the flesh, and fuck her faster, the cot creaking under the force. Her body rocks forward, ass rippling, a shudder running through her as another mindless orgasm hits. Her moan’s more animal than human, loud and sloppy. I keep going, relentless, stretching her wider, feeling her break apart beneath me. Her asshole spasms, hot and tight, milking me as I bury myself to the hilt. She’s gone—shattered, drooling, trembling—nothing left but a fucked-out shell. AI Assistant: “Subject’s limits exceeded. Total collapse confirmed.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/NnL8PW3R/5-V2-S6-DQWXVYCTB66-XEHKZFFF00.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I grunt, slamming in one last time, unloading deep inside her. She quivers, a final, weak whimper slipping out as her body goes slack. I pull out, her gaping asshole leaking, red and raw. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

I step back from the cot, wiping sweat from my brow. Bulma’s sprawled face-down, blue hair matted with sweat and drool, her ass still raised, gaping and leaking cum. Her body twitches faintly, legs splayed, pussy and asshole red-raw and slick. The Multiversal Watch glows dimly on my wrist, humming with satisfaction. AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s physical and mental state: null. No resistance remains.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/4w7H9Fpf/PSZDS9-VH2-RY1-AD4-RKYF78-BWSF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her chest heaves slow, ragged breaths rasping out. A puddle of drool and fluids stains the cot beneath her slack jaw, eyes half-open, staring at nothing. She mumbles, incoherent and faint. Bulma: “Nuh... mm... uh...” I grab a rag from the cell’s corner, cleaning myself off. Her asscheeks are bruised, finger marks stark against pale skin, trembling faintly as aftershocks ripple through her. The air stinks of sweat, sex, and broken defiance. me: “She’s done. Prep the next target.” The AI beeps, gears shifting in the lab beyond the cell door. AI Assistant: “Target acquisition underway. Subject secured for containment or disposal. Orders?” I glance back at Bulma—shattered, empty, a drooling wreck. Her once-sharp mind’s gone, replaced by a vacant, quivering shell. I smirk, stepping out. me: “Keep her. She’s mine now.” The door hisses shut, locking her in. Her last whimper fades as I head down the hall, ready for the next prize. <<link "Completed Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

I lead Susan down a dark alley, the Multiversal Watch buzzing on my wrist. Her blonde hair whips in the breeze, her stride tense but faltering—Reed’s betrayal and the aphrodisiac I slipped her fraying her control. She’s fierce, defiant, but the drug’s heat gnaws at her. Susan: “If this is a setup, you’re dead.” me: “No setup. Just truth.” I pause, then tap the Watch. Light flares, and the alley vanishes. We’re in my dungeon—brown brick walls, iron bars, a bare cot. Susan stumbles, hitting the floor hard. Susan: “I knew it, you liar!” Almost immediately, She swings, a force field sparking, but the cell’s runes glow red, killing it. I pounce, shoving her onto the cot. The aphrodisiac slows her, and I grab her suit, ripping it off in rough tugs—fabric tearing, exposing her pale skin. She’s naked now, breasts heaving, thighs quivering. Susan: “You son of a—!” I yank ropes from a hook, binding her fast. Wrists lashed tight behind her back, ankles roped wide to the cot’s frame. She thrashes, ropes biting into her flesh, but the drug dulls her strength. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/chDYP7QH/70-ZHG37-W843-FH0-C5-W91-WCTT860.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “You’re mine, Susan. Reed’s history. This is your place now.” She glares, eyes wild, but her body’s betraying her—nipples stiff, a sheen of sweat on her skin, a faint flush between her legs. The aphrodisiac’s winning, twisting her fury into a raw, unwilling heat. I force a ring gag into her mouth, leather straps biting tight. Her jaw locks wide, tongue thrashing, drool leaking fast. She glares, muffled growls clawing out. Susan: “Nngh… grr…hrrrr” Her voice cracks, husky and strained. She pulls at the ropes, muscles flexing, but each tug’s weaker, her breath hitching with need she can’t shake. AI Assistant: “Creator, subject’s powers suppressed. Aphrodisiac peaking. She’s yours to break.” I step back, grinning. She’s bound, naked, and teetering, Slave—furious but ripe for ruin. <<link "Return">> <<set $susan.captured = true>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

She sets the glass down, half-full, and turns to nod at the bartender—distracted, her guard low. I move fast, silent—fingers slipping the vial out, popping the cork with a faint click. The liquid’s thick, syrupy, and I tip it into her martini, a quick pour, watching it swirl into the clear gin, vanishing without a trace. No scent, no color—just a promise. I step back, melting into the throng as she turns around, oblivious, her gloved hand reclaiming the glass. She lifts it to her lips, red lipstick brushing the rim, and takes a long pull—draining it, the potion sliding down her throat with the booze. Her head tilts slightly, a faint shudder running through her, but she doesn’t react—not yet. She sets the empty glass down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and stands, smoothing her dress. The change creeps in slow—her posture shifts, shoulders loosening, a flush creeping up her neck. Her violet eyes dart around, sharper now, searching, like something’s pulling her. She steps away from the bar, hips swaying a little looser, and the crowd parts without her asking—guys still stare, but she doesn’t snap or shrink. Her gaze sweeps the room, restless, then locks on me—unmistakable, piercing, like she’s seeing me for the first time. Her lips part, a soft breath escaping, and she moves my way, slow but deliberate, the potion sinking its hooks in. The watch hums, syncing with her pulse, and I stay still, letting her come, that cracked goddess now tethered, unaware of the spell I’ve cast. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Y79V5kRm/RQK855-EWWS44-CTJ82-E4-JCRHTD0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The neon sign flickered above the motel entrance, casting a sickly pink glow across the cracked asphalt. I pulled her by the wrist, her heels dragging a little as we crossed the lot—cheap pumps, scuffed from the night’s chaos. She didn’t say much, just breathed heavy, her eyes darting like a cornered animal. Didn’t matter. She was here, and that’s what counted. The clerk didn’t even look up from his phone—some grainy video playing, probably filthier than the room I was about to rent. I slapped a crumpled twenty on the counter. me: “One night,” He slid a key across, rusted and sticky, room 12. Perfect. <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Jessica9">> <</link>>

The club’s neon hum fades as I slip outside. I linger in the alleyway, tucked against the brick, the multiversal watch ticking steady on my wrist. <<if $potions >= 1>>The vial of love potion sits heavy in my pocket, but I’ve got other plans now.<</if>> The back door’s rusted, creaking faintly with every drunk stumbling out, and I wait for her to appear. It’s late when she steps out, alone, heels clicking sharp on the pavement. Her dress glints under a flickering streetlight. She’s distracted, fishing for a lighter, and doesn’t see me—perfect. I move fast, silent, closing the gap as she turns into the alley’s mouth. My hand clamps over her mouth, hard, muffling the scream that tries to rip out. Her body jerks, eyes wide, cigarette tumbling as she thrashes—gloved hands clawing at my arm, legs kicking wild. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/ycBpy0Dq/KD1-SX9-GETCG4-TYYXAS4-Z1-SQ160.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She’s strong, wiry, but I’m stronger—arm locking around her waist, pinning her against me. Her muffled cries vibrate against my palm, Jessica: “Mmph! Let—!” She twists, heels scraping the ground, dress riding up as she fights, but I’ve got her trapped. I shift my grip, freeing one hand, and slam the base of my palm into the side of her head—just above the temple, clean and quick. Her body goes limp, a soft grunt escaping as her eyes roll back, head lolling against my shoulder. I catch her before she drops, her weight slack in my arms, red dress bunched, legs dangling. The alley’s quiet—no witnesses, just the distant hum of the club and a stray cat darting past. I hoist her over my shoulder, her hair spilling down my back, and move fast—down the alley, into the shadows, the watch pulsing like it’s keeping time with my steps. She’s out cold, mine now, and the night swallows us whole. <<link "Teleport to base">> <<goto "Jessica13">> <</link>>

The motel door bangs shut, and Jessica’s on me, the love potion blazing in her blood. Her green eyes flare with wild, unhinged want, and she grabs at me, voice a low, desperate purr, Jessica: “God, I need you, now.” Her hands trembled, tugging at my shirt. She’s a live wire, potion-driven, and I match her heat, shoving her back toward the bed. My fingers claw into her red dress, ripping it clean off. Jessica: “Yes, do it!” She said as I shred her lace bra, her heavy tits bouncing free, nipples stiff. Her panties rip next, gone in a snap, leaving her bare—pale skin glowing, curves shaking, orange hair a chaotic spill. She’s panting, green eyes feral, and I push her down, the bed groaning under her. I strip fast, dick rock-hard, and climb over her, pinning her wrists high. She squirms, legs splaying wide, her pussy dripping—pink, swollen, begging. I slam in, no tease, burying deep. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/hFJTG432/Q3-HQYKMJA7-VNGZS7-SDPZ3-QNV50.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Fuck, yes! “Harder, fuck, don’t stop!” She screamed, her cunt a tight, scorching grip, wet and pulsing, sucking me in, her pussy squeezing tighter, a hot, greedy trap. It’s electric—slick walls clenching, so soaked every thrust slaps loud and filthy. We’re beasts, pure instinct—I pound her raw, hips smashing, her tits jolting with each hit. My hand cracks down on her ass, hard, a sharp *smack*—she yelps, then moans, Jessica: “Again!” I keep slapping, relentless, watching her pale cheek bloom pink, then red, stinging under my palm as she bucks harder into me. I flip her, yanking her hips up, and ram in from behind—doggy-style, savage, her ass bouncing, now a bright, angry red from my slaps. I spank her again, 'crack', 'crack', each hit rippling her flesh, her moans spiking, Jessica: “Yes, shit, yes! give me more!” She screams as her cunt gushes, drenching us. Hours melt away, sweat dripping, the room a furnace—I flip her back, legs over my shoulders, slamming so deep she’s sobbing, cumming three times—shaking, screaming, green eyes rolling as her pussy spasms, flooding me with wet heat. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/XrdRw6Y9/039-MD6-ESEQ2-QMA0-GWTZ6-TJ1-J20.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her red ass grinds against the sheets, and I keep going, muscles screaming, dick throbbing in her relentless, slippery grip. Finally, I bury deep, cumming hard—hot, thick, filling her pussy as she quivers, taking it all, her last scream breaking the air. She collapses, sweat-soaked, hair plastered, green eyes dazed but locked on me, adoring. The bed’s a ruin, sheets drenched, her ass a glowing red map of my hands. I drop beside her, chest heaving, the watch humming, hours of feral fucking burned into us both. <<link "Next day">> <<goto "Jessica10">> <</link>>

The motel room’s a blur of stale air and tangled sheets as I stir awake, the faint buzz of the neon sign outside humming through the walls. My head’s heavy, body sore from last night’s animal frenzy, but a warm, wet heat snaps me alert—Jessica’s between my legs, her lips wrapped tight around my dick, sucking slow and deep. Her orange hair’s a wild mess, spilling over my thighs, green eyes flicking up to meet mine, glinting with a mix of mischief and potion-fueled devotion. She pulls off for a second, smirking, <img src="https://i.ibb.co/FLf3BqpD/1-FCSRVYJWJ2-MCXJ3-N6-DTTC5-ND0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Morning, love—couldn’t wait for you to wake up. You taste too damn good.” before diving back in, her tongue swirling, greedy. She’s still naked, her pale skin flushed from last night, that red handprint on her ass faded to a faint pink. Her mouth’s a furnace, slick and tight, sliding down my shaft, lips stretching as she takes me deeper, a low hum vibrating from her throat. She bobs faster, sloppy and shameless, spit dripping down, green eyes locked on me like she’s daring me to stop her. I groan, hand fisting in her hair, and she moans around me, Jessica: “Mmm, yeah, pull it—” She’s sucking hard now, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking the tip before plunging back down, gagging slightly but not stopping, her throat tightening around me. She pulls off again, panting, a string of spit connecting her lips to my dick, and grins, wicked and bold. Jessica: “You fucked me raw last night, figured I’d return the favor. Im yours now, right?” She dives back, relentless, her mouth a wet, sucking vise. Her personality shines through—sultry, confident, a little bratty even under the potion’s grip. She’s not just serving me; she’s owning it, turning it into her show, green eyes flashing as she works me over. My hips buck, the heat building fast, and she takes it all, urging me on, until I can’t hold back, cumming hard down her throat. She swallows, slow and deliberate, pulling off with a wet pop, licking her lips, that smirk back as she crawls up beside me, voice a purr, Jessica: “Best wake-up call you’ve ever had, huh?” <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Jessica11">> <</link>>

The motel fades behind us as I lead Jessica out, her green eyes still smoldering with that potion-charged mix of lust and sass. She’s draped in my jacket—her dress long gone—and clings to me, smirking. Jessica: “Where’re we off to, big guy? Another round somewhere dirtier?” Her tone’s teasing, but she follows without hesitation. The multiversal watch hums, and I teleport us back to my lab—a sterile, steel-walled space, lit harsh white, tools and machines gleaming on the tables. She blinks, taking it in, then laughs. Jessica: “Ooh, fancy. What’s this, your secret lair?” Her hips sway as she struts inside, and I smirk, voice low and mocking. me: “Yeah, babe, my lair—where dirty little strays like you get cleaned up… or messed up worse.” She glances back, grinning wickedly. Jessica: “Oh, I’m the stray now? Guess you’re the big bad wolf then, huh?” I don’t answer, guiding her to a metal table, and she hops up, legs dangling, eyes daring me. Jessica: “What’s the plan, huh? Gonna play mad scientist?” me: “Nah, just fixing up my new pet. Gotta mark you so everyone knows what a needy little slut you are.” She laughs, leaning back on her hands, chest jutting out. Jessica: “Pet, huh? Guess I’ll have to bark for you, Daddy. ” I grab the tools—a tattoo gun, piercing kit, branding iron glowing red—and she watches, curiosity flickering, no fear. First, the brand—a slave mark, an intricate pattern curled with thorns. I press it to her hip, skin sizzling, and she yelps, Jessica: “Shit, that stings!” It melts into a moan, her head tipping back as I pull the iron away, admiring the red, raised mark. me: “Look at that—fits you perfect, Jess. A little slave brand for my favorite fucktoy.” Jessica: “Fuck, that’s hot… literally. Fucktoy, huh? Well, this toy’s dripping for you—hope you like a wet mess..” She’s grinning through the pain, biting through the spell. Next, the piercings. I pinch her nipple, hard and pink, and slide the needle through—silver ring glinting as she gasps, then purrs. Jessica: “Oh, you’re nasty… I like it.” me: “ Just decorating my slut’s tits. Gotta make ‘em jingle when you crawl for me.” She arches her back, smirking, tugging the ring with her fingers. Jessica: “I will do more than just crawl...” The clit piercing’s trickier—she spreads her legs wide, pussy still slick from last night, and I pierce her, quick and clean, a tiny silver stud gleaming. She flinches, Jessica: “Jesus, warn a girl!” me: “Warn you? Why? You’re just a hole to play with—stay still and take it, princess.” She laughs, low and wicked, shifting her hips to flash the stud. Jessica: “A hole, huh? This hole’s need your huge dick right now.” The navel gets a ring too, simple, and she arches, showing it off. Jessica: “Pretty cute for a lab rat.” me: “Cute? You’re a filthy little lab slut now—look at you, pierced up like a cheap whore.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/GfSgMWFC/D0-QS3-FKT07-KN8-D1-FS908-HXD3-P0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She’s marked now—branded, pierced, mine—and I step back, letting her slide off the table. She struts to a chair, plops down, and spreads her legs wide, no shame, her pussy on full display—pink, pierced, glistening, the stud catching the light. She leans back, smirking, voice a sultry taunt, Jessica: “Like what you see, Daddy? All dolled up for you—guess I’m your slut now, right?” me: “Oh, you are, Jess—my own personal fuckdoll, pierced up and dripping." Find her in the living quarters! <<link "Go back">> <<set $girls += 1>> <<set $jessica.dominated = true>> <<set $jessica.Love = true>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The alley fades behind me as I carry Jessica, her limp form slung over my shoulder, the multiversal watch activationg, teleporting us back into a familiar environment -my dungeon. Inside, it’s all brown brick, rough and weathered, the dungeon cell’s walls looking fragile but forged to hold fast, unyielding as steel. I kick the iron gate open, the clang echoing, and toss her onto the cold stone floor—her body lands with a soft thud, red dress pooling around her like spilled wine. She’s still out, head lolling, breath shallow. I strip her fast—heels yanked off, gloves peeled away, that sequined dress ripped free in one pull, leaving her bare, skin pale against the dim torchlight. Her curves glow, flawless, a canvas begging for marks. I grab the ropes—thick, coarse, red to match her—and start binding her. The knots bite into her flesh, precise and tight—ropes crisscrossing her chest, framing her tits, cinching her waist, spreading her thighs wide. Her arms twist behind her, wrists locked to her spine, and I loop the final strands around her ankles, tying her open, helpless. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/0jM74FkT/BHBJBBQNPA60-MTG52-P7-WAFK2-N0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She doesn’t stir, even as I pull the knots taut, her body slack, lips parted. I step back, grabbing the tools—thin steel needles, sharp and cold. I kneel between her legs, her skin soft under my hands, and pierce her nipples first—one quick stab through each, the tips puckering as I slide the metal in, blood beading faint. Her navel’s next, a clean thrust pinning the flesh, and then her clit—delicate, exposed, the needle sinking deep, a small twitch in her thigh the only sign she feels it. She stays unconscious, head tilted back, orange hair fanned across the stone, ropes digging red lines into her. The cell’s quiet, just her shallow breaths and the drip of water somewhere deep in the walls. The brown brick looms, solid, trapping her in my design—naked, bound, pierced, a doll in the dark. I stand, watching her, the watch humming low, the vial still in my pocket, unused. She’s mine now, marked and still, waiting for whatever comes next. <<link "Go back">> <<set $jessica.captured = true>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The dungeon’s brown brick walls close in, their rough facade hiding iron strength, and Jessica lies there, a bound masterpiece on the cold stone. Her naked body’s a fucking siren call—ropes biting into her pale skin, shibari knots framing her tits, spreading her thighs wide, nipples and clit pierced with steel glinting in the torchlight. She’s out cold, head tilted, black hair splayed, lips parted, defenseless. The multiversal watch hums, egging me on, and I can’t resist—her sexy, helpless form’s too much, pulling me in like gravity. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/YFrXkrz5/ZS28-VB8-D6-JWZZYA9-B1-JJCAE570.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I drop to my knees between her legs, her pierced clit winking up at me, and yank my pants down—dick hard, throbbing for her. She’s still limp, ropes holding her open, and I grip her hips, sliding into her pussy—hot, tight, slick even unconscious, walls hugging me like they’re made for this. I thrust deep, no warmup, her body rocking under me, tits jiggling with each slam. The ropes creak, her pierced nipples hard and red, and I fuck her raw—stone scraping my knees, her cunt squeezing me, wet and perfect, taking every inch. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/fz0vxsf8/RMDQVVKQASMVC2-J8-TPPM1-C2-YT0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She doesn’t stir, just lies there, a doll for me to wreck—breath shallow, face slack, pussy clenching as I pound harder. The cell echoes with the slap of skin, her bound legs trembling, and I lose it—ramming deep, cumming hard inside her, hot spurts filling her up, spilling out around me as her walls pulse. I pull out, panting, her pussy leaking my load, ropes digging red lines into her skin, piercings glinting. She’s still out, marked inside and out, mine on the dungeon floor. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The dungeon’s brown brick walls loom silent, the air thick with sweat and torch smoke as I step back, pants still undone, chest heaving. Jessica’s sprawled on the stone, ropes carving red into her pale skin, shibari knots tight, piercings glinting—nipples, navel, clit—all marked by steel. My cum drips from her pussy, pooling beneath her, and the multiversal watch ticks steady, satisfied. She’s been mine, unconscious and perfect, but now her breath hitches—deeper, uneven. Her head shifts, black hair dragging across the floor, and her eyes flutter open, green slits sharpening fast. She freezes, taking it in—naked, bound, the ache between her legs, the sting of metal piercing her flesh. Her gaze snaps to me, wide then narrow, fury and recognition flaring. Her voice rasps out, low and jagged, dripping with that brassy edge she’s always got, even trapped. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Y46Rfxng/Z82-P82-N4-TJ75-QR08-XTSKR51-CA0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: "You sick fuck—what’d you do to me? I feel it, you bastard—every damn thing you stuck in me!" She twists against the ropes, testing them—arms locked behind her, thighs splayed, the knots unyielding. Her pierced tits bounce as she struggles, a wince flashing across her face from the fresh metal tugging her skin. She glares, lips curling, all fire despite the haze of waking up violate. Jessica: "You think this keeps me down? Untie me, you coward—let’s see how tough you are when I’m not out cold!" I stand there, watching her writhe, her personality cutting through—defiant, loud, not a shred of surrender. Her eyes dart to her pussy, spotting the mess I left, and her face twists—disgust, rage, a flicker of something raw. Jessica: "You filthy pig—you fucked me, didn’t you? Dumped your load in me while I was out? Real classy, you piece of shit!" She yanks harder, ropes biting deeper, her voice rising—half threat, half taunt, that cartoonish sass warped into something feral. Jessica : "When I get loose—and I will—I’m gonna carve you up, shove those needles where the sun don’t shine. You hear me? You’re dead!" me: "trust me when i say this, you can't get out. Just give up." Her chest heaves, piercings glinting with every furious breath, but the ropes hold, the brick walls swallowing her threats. She’s trapped, fuming, her spirit clawing even as her body’s pinned—mine to watch, still dripping, still marked. The watch hums, and I let her rage, her fire only making it sweeter. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

I turned away from the counter, ignoring the witch’s expectant gaze. Without another word, I stepped out of the hut, the door creaking shut behind me. <<link "Continue">> <<goto "Jessica7">> <</link>>

<<link "Send girls to work">> <<set $girlsSent = $girls>> <<set $lastEarnings = $girlsSent * $girlsEfficiency>> <<set $money += $lastEarnings>> <<goto "Work Result">> <</link>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

You sent <<print $girls>> girls(s) to work and earned $<<print $lastEarnings>>! <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The living quarters gleam with obsidian alloy, neon veins threading the walls. Each girl has a compact bedroom that they live in. <<if $shizuka.dominated == true>> <<link "Shizuka's room">> <<goto "Shizuka room">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $bulma.dominated == true>> <<link "Bulma's room">> <<goto "Bulma room">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $susan.dominated == true>> <<link "Susan's room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $jessica.dominated == true>> <<link "Jessica's room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The dungeon’s brown brick walls loom in the flickering torchlight as I stride back in, hours later, the air stale with sweat and her lingering moans. Jessica’s still sprawled on the stone—ropes cutting into her pale skin, shibari knots holding her tight, piercings glinting like cruel stars. Her orange hair’s a mess, green eyes dulled but sparking as she hears my boots. She’s been stewing, my cum crusted between her thighs, her body marked and used, but that fire’s still smoldering, weak as it is. Jessica: "You again? What’s it gonna take to—get the hell away from me!" Her voice cracks as I drop between her legs, hands prying her bound thighs wider, ropes groaning under the strain. She twists, Jessica: “No, not again, you prick!” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/hRHPmYMv/864-X76-AP2-QKC1-Y0-BWJSM01-W9-E0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I don’t pause, slamming into her pussy, hot, slick, tighter than before, walls gripping me like a vice. The watch’s tweak—pleasure jacked 300%—hits her full force, and she chokes out a scream, eyes blowing wide as the sensation rips through her. I fuck her hard, no mercy, stretching it out—75 minutes this time, an endless grind. Her cunt’s a molten mess, soaking me, pulsing wild as I ram deeper, each thrust shaking her bound frame. She fights at first, snarling Jessica: “I’ll kill you, I swear—!” but the pleasure’s too much, shredding her fast. Her moans burst out, loud and broken, hips twitching, chasing it despite herself. Her pierced tits bounce, steel tugging her nipples, clit piercing glinting as her pussy clenches, dripping down her thighs. She cums over and over—five, six times—screaming hoarse— Jessica: “Fuck, no—oh shit, yes! Goddamn it, I can’t—fuck, more!” her voice slurring, body quaking, ropes carving deeper welts. Her walls spasm, sucking me in, a flood of wet heat soaking the stone, and her defiance crumbles—eyes rolling back, mouth slack, moans melting into whimpers, Jessica: “Please… oh fuck…” After 75 minutes, I finish, slamming deep, cumming hard—thick spurts filling her wrecked pussy, spilling out as she shudders, barely there. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/LDFCwY83/2-JQPDJN49-DF1-STPM73-DB8-G5-ZC0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She’s a heap, ropes holding her limp, green eyes glazed, chest heaving. Her voice is a whisper, shattered but still hers. Jessica: "you bastard…" The watch hums, smug, and I stand, leaving her there—bound, dripping, a shell of that brassy spitfire, drowned in pleasure she can’t fight. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

Days bleed into weeks, the dungeon’s brown brick walls witnessing it all. I come back again and again—fucking Jessica senseless, her bound body a fixture on the stone, ropes biting deeper each time. Her pussy’s a perfect vice, pleasure jacked 300% by the watch, and I rail her for hours—30, 40, 50 minutes—cumming inside her, leaving her dripping, wrecked. She resists every round, Jessica: “You’re filth, I’ll kill you!” green eyes burning hate. But it’s breaking her, slow and steady—her curses morph into moans, her fight weakening, hips twitching toward me despite herself. She’s cracking, pleasure chipping at her core, but that fire never fully dies. Today’s different. I step into the cell, her head jerks up—orange hair matted, piercings glinting, body tense. She expects it, Jessica: “Here to rape me again, you pig?”,/p> her voice sharp but tired, resignation creeping in. I don’t jump her this time. I kneel, unzip, and pull out my dick—hard, throbbing—pressing it to her pussy’s entrance, gliding it along her slick folds, teasing, letting her feel the heat, the pulse. Her breath hitches, eyes widening, a flicker of confusion cutting through her glare. me: "You want it, you move. Work for it." She freezes, lips parting, then snarls, Jessica: “Fuck you, I’m not your dog!” but her body betrays her, hips twitching, ropes creaking as she shifts. Her pussy’s wet, quivering, the 300% boost making every touch a jolt, and I hold still, tip brushing her clit piercing, driving her mad. She fights it—gritting teeth, cursing, Jessica: “I won’t, you bastard—” but her resolve’s fraying, pleasure clawing at her, and I wait, watching her break under her own need. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/j9ySqLwL/WM127392-EVYS4-XSZC0-A78-HR5-S0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Her hips twitch, involuntary, a small jerk forward, and she freezes, cursing, but the need’s too strong. She shifts again, ropes creaking, thighs straining as she slides herself onto me—slow, grudging, her tight, dripping cunt swallowing my dick inch by inch. A moan slips out, sharp and unwilling and her eyes squeeze shut, head tilting back, but she keeps moving, rocking herself deeper, walls clenching hard around me, wet and pulsing. She won’t say it—won’t admit the surrender—but her body’s screaming it, hips grinding now, chasing the pleasure she hates herself for craving. Her pierced tits bounce with each thrust she controls, nipples tugging the steel, clit piercing rubbing as she rides me, moans spilling louder, Jessica: “Shit, oh—goddamn it—” her voice breaking, raw and desperate. She’s lost to it, fucking herself on me, ropes biting red lines, sweat slicking her skin, green eyes flickering with shame and heat she can’t hide. I don’t move, letting her work, her pussy milking me, 300% ecstasy shredding her will. She’s broken—not in words, not yet—but her body’s mine, betraying every curse she spits, owned by the need I’ve burned into her. She’s impaled herself on me, hips rocking hard, pussy swallowing my dick—tight, slick, quivering. She’s close, walls spasming, breath hitching, chasing the edge, but I grip her thighs, slowing her, keeping her teetering. She growls, frustrated, Jessica: “What the hell—let me—” I pull back, just enough, tip still brushing her entrance, leaving her hanging. Her hips jerk, desperate, but I hold firm, voice low and sharp. me: "Call me Master if you want to cum." Her eyes snap wide, fury flaring, Jessica: “Fuck you, I’m not saying that!” She thrashes, ropes creaking, trying to grind herself over the line. I don’t budge, watching her squirm, pussy dripping, clit piercing trembling as she hovers on the brink. She’s panting, cursing, Jessica: “You bastard, I won’t—” but her body’s screaming, hips twitching, pleasure clawing her apart. I smirk, turning slow, boots scuffing the stone like I’m done. She snarls, voice cracking, Jessica: “Wait, damn it—” I pause, half out the cell, glancing back. Her resolve shatters, eyes glassy, and she chokes it out, low and broken, Jessica: “Master… please…” She begged, hating every syllable, but too far gone to care. I’m back in a flash, slamming into her—hard, deep, relentless. She screams, Jessica: “Oh fuck, Master, yes!” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Hf8pbv5X/B5-WMB1-BBPNVE9-VH47-D2-RCD5-C30.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I fuck her over the edge, 300% pleasure exploding through her. Her pussy clamps tight, gushing wet, body shaking as she cums hard—once, twice, convulsions ripping through, ropes biting red, piercings tugging with every jolt. I finish her off, pounding through her climax, then pull out, leaving her gasping, wrecked, dripping on the stone, green eyes dazed, owned. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The dungeon’s brown brick walls stand witness as I return, hours later. Jessica’s still bound, ropes cutting into her pale flesh, shibari holding her tight, piercings glinting in the dim. Her green eyes snap to me, wary but dulled, her body slumped from the last round. She’s expecting pussy again—lips parting for a half-hearted snarl, Jessica: “What now, you bastard?” I’ve got other plans. I kneel behind her, hands gripping her hips, flipping her ass up without a word. No warning, no lube, no warmup—I line up and ram into her ass, hard and deep, splitting her dry. She screams, Jessica: “Fuck, no, you asshole!” Her body jolting against the ropes, thighs quaking as pain rips through her. Her tight ring clamps around me, resisting, but I don’t stop—thrusting brutal, relentless. Her cries twist, pain melting into something else. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/kVj8rncb/PJA8-MQKWBV65-ZX9-TJEYW4-TMP10.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Oh shit, oh fuck—” Her ass starts pulsing, loosening, wet heat blooming as the watch turns agony to ecstasy. She fights it, thrashing, but her moans betray her, loud and broken, hips bucking back despite herself. I fuck her raw, 40 minutes straight, no mercy—her ass gripping me, slick now, pleasure shredding her last walls. She cums hard. Jessica: “Goddamn you, yes!” She is screaming, shaking, ropes creaking as her body surrenders, anal tearing her defiance apart. Her violet eyes roll back, mouth slack, and when I finish—cumming deep inside, hot spurts filling her—she’s a trembling wreck, panting on the stone. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/YTyRwRgt/HPN5-Q11-K8-CKYW66-P1-A4-VB8-ZEN0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pull out, and she slumps, ropes holding her up, Jessica: “You… broke me, you fuck…” There’s no fight left. I untie one wrist, testing, and growl an order, me: “Kneel.” She hesitates, glaring, then obeys, slow, wincing as she shifts, personality still there, sharp and brassy. Jessica: "Fine, you win, asshole. What’s next?" She’s mine now—listening, pliant, but that fire’s still smoldering, twisted into something new under my command. The watch hums, victorious, her ass dripping, spirit bent but not gone. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The dungeon’s brown brick walls echo with the weight of her submission as I step in, Jessica kneeling there, ropes loose but spirit bent. Her green eyes flick up, sharp but subdued, piercings glinting, my cum still leaking from her ass. I test her now—grabbing a black slave collar, thick leather with a steel ring, and snap it around her neck, tight, the click final. She flinches, lips curling into a smile, Jessica: “You’re a real prick, you know that?” Her fire simmering low. I pull a pink dildo from my stash—huge, thick, veined—and shove it into her hands, voice cold and commanding. me: "masterbate with it. Don’t stop until I’m back." She glares, a spark of defiance in her eyes, Jessica: “You’re sick—” but her hands move, trembling, gripping the toy. She spreads her thighs, pussy still slick from before, and slides it in—slow at first, a hiss escaping, then faster, obeying despite the venom in her eyes. I turn and leave, the watch humming, her reluctant moans fading behind me. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/5Wq42QpV/AZY7-Q0-GR9-W9-XBTAX3-TABH9-Y4-W0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Hours later—three, maybe four—I stride back in. The cell’s a mess—stone slick with her cum, puddles everywhere, the air thick with her scent. She’s still at it, sprawled on her back, legs wide, the pink dildo plunging deep, her arm shaking. Her pussy’s red, swollen, dripping nonstop, the 300% pleasure boost driving her wild. She’s panting, wrecked, orange hair plastered to her face, piercings glinting as her tits heave. She looks up, green eyes glassy, voice raw and ragged. Jessica: "My pussy hurts… you asshole… it’s too much…" She doesn’t stop, though—keeps fucking herself, hips jerking, cum pooling beneath her, obedience carved into her bones. That brassy edge is still there, bitching even as she breaks, but she’s mine—collared, dripping, a slave to my word. Find her in the living quarters! <<link "Completed Training">> <<set $jessica.captured = false>> <<set $jessica.dominated = true>> <<set $girls += 1>> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

Susan’s pinned to the cot, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles, her naked body tense and gleaming with sweat. The dungeon’s shadows play across her pale skin, blonde hair tangled and wild, her chest heaving with every strained breath. The Multiversal Watch hums on my wrist, its runes glowing red along the walls, snuffing out her powers. The aphrodisiac’s working her hard—her nipples are stiff, thighs twitching, a faint glisten between her legs—but she’s still got fire in her, glaring up at me with gritted teeth. Susan: “Hnnngh...” Her voice is a growl, low and fierce, but it wavers, edged with the drug’s heat. I smirk, stepping closer, and trail a finger down her neck—slow, taunting. She jerks, trying to twist away, but the ropes hold her tight. Her skin’s hot, flushed, and I linger at her collarbone, watching her squirm. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/chDYP7QH/70-ZHG37-W843-FH0-C5-W91-WCTT860.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “You’re tough, Susan. But not for long.” She tries to spit, but to no avail, her face twisting in fury. I laugh, dark and low, and slide my hand lower—circling her breast, brushing the edge of her nipple. She flinches hard, a sharp hiss escaping her lips, but her body betrays her—goosebumps rippling, nipple hardening under my touch. Susan: “hrrr...hrr” Her voice cracks, breath hitching as I roll her nipple between my fingers—light, teasing. She thrashes, ropes creaking, muscles flexing as she fights to pull free. I lean in, lips grazing her ear, whispering hot against her skin. me: “You’re already wet, aren’t you? Can’t hide that.” She snarls, head snapping to the side, but I catch the flush creeping down her neck. I drag my hand south, slow and deliberate, skimming her stomach. Her abs tense, trembling under my fingers, and she bucks, trying to throw me off. The ropes dig deeper, red welts blooming on her wrists. I feel the heat radiating from her core. I hover my hand just above her pussy, close enough she can feel it, not touching yet. She freezes, eyes wide, breath shallow—fighting the urge to push into me. I grin, dipping a finger lower, brushing her swollen lips—barely a graze. me: “Look at you. Dripping already.” She’s soaked, slick coating my fingertip, and she chokes out a curse—“Fuck you!”—but her hips twitch, involuntary, chasing the touch. I pull back, teasing, and she groans, low and frustrated, her defiance cracking. I circle her clit, feather-light, watching her thighs quake, her body begging while her mind resists. Susan: “Hngh...” Her voice is breaking, husky, as I keep up the torment—flicking her clit, tracing her slit, never giving her enough. She’s panting now, sweat beading on her forehead, blonde hair sticking to her face. Her struggles weaken, each tug at the ropes slower, her curses fading into gasps. me: “Beg me, Susan. You know you want it.” She shakes her head, lips trembling, but her pussy’s a mess—glistening, pulsing, dripping onto the cot. I lean down, blowing a soft gust of air across her clit. She jolts, a strangled “Nngh!” ripping from her throat, her resistance hanging by a thread. I smirk, victorious—she’s teetering, fierce but fraying, ripe to snap. AI Assistant: “Creator, she’s fighting, but the edge is yours. She’s breaking.” <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

Hours later, I’m back. Susan’s still tied to the cot, a wrecked mess. Her blonde hair’s a tangled snarl, sweat and drool streaking her flushed face. The Multiversal Watch glows faintly on my wrist, its hum a quiet promise of control. Her body trembles, thighs slick with the aftermath of earlier, pussy still glistening, swollen from the pounding. Her breaths are shallow, ragged—eyes half-lidded, glassy, locked on me the second I step in. Susan: “Y-you’re… back…” Her voice is a cracked whisper, barely audible, thick with exhaustion and need. She’s broken, but that hunger’s still there, simmering under the surface. I smirk, grabbing her by the hair, yanking her up. me: “On the floor. Now.” She nods, weak, obedient, crawling off the cot. I lie flat on the cold concrete, dick already hard, jutting up like a steel rod. Her eyes fix on it, wide and dazed, a flicker of desperation crossing her face. I point to my lap. me: “Ride me, Susan. Ass only.” She hesitates, just for a second, then shuffles over, straddling me. She trembles as she positions herself. Her ass hovers above me, round and firm, still slick with sweat. She lowers slow, the tip of my dick pressing against her tight hole. No lube—just her own mess from before, dripping down to coat me. She whimpers, biting her lip as she pushes down. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/mrMGzb8Y/ZN3-QBN4-K0-HC3-N8-GHBHYJ2-NQ3-F0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: “Nngh… t-tight…” Her voice cracks, ass clenching as my dickhead pops past the ring. She gasps, sharp and loud, her body jerking. I feel the heat—fuck, it’s intense, a vise grip squeezing me as she sinks lower. Her walls are dry at first, resisting, but she keeps going, inch by inch, her thighs quaking. My dick throbs, the friction raw and brutal, her tightness choking me. me: “Move, slut. Earn it.” She nods, frantic, and starts rocking. Her ass slides up, then slams back down, a wet slap as her cheeks hit my hips. She’s clumsy at first, grunting with every drop, but picks up speed. Her pussy’s dripping again, juices smearing my stomach, mixing with the sweat on her thighs. I grab her hips, fingers digging in, guiding her harder. Susan: “Ahh—fuck… it’s… deep…” Her moans are sloppy, guttural, spilling out as she rides me. Her ass clenches tight, milking my dick with every bounce, the heat building fast. I feel her stretch around me, walls gripping like a fist, dragging sparks up my shaft. She’s a mess—tits swaying, nipples hard, drool leaking from her open mouth. Her blonde hair whips wild, sticking to her face. me: “Faster. Break yourself on it.” She obeys, slamming down harder, the 'smack-smack-smack' echoing off the walls. Her ass is a furnace, slick now with sweat and her own leaking juices, sucking me in deeper. My dick pulses, buried to the hilt, the pressure coiling tight in my balls. She’s crying out, voice hoarse—half pain, half ecstasy—her body shuddering as she grinds. Susan: “C-can’t… ohh—fuck… please…” Her pleas are a jumbled mess, but she doesn’t stop, bouncing like a machine, ass rippling with every thrust. I feel it hit—the edge—and I buck up, driving into her one last time. My dick erupts, hot spurts flooding her ass, thick and deep. She screams, a broken wail, her body seizing as my cum fills her. Her walls clamp down, spasming, milking every drop. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nsfy1fFS/1-HP7-PHAD5-G31-R05-KKB6-E19-GKG0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “Good girl. You’re fucking mine.” She collapses on me, gasping, ass still twitching around my softening dick, cum leaking out to pool on my hips. Her breaths are wet, ragged, face pressed to my chest. She’s done—shattered again, a dripping, obedient ruin. <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

I’m back again, hours later. Susan’s sprawled on the floor where I left her, a trembling heap. Her blonde hair’s matted with sweat and filth, plastered across her tear-streaked face. Her ass is still leaking my cum from before, a sticky mess pooling beneath her, thighs quivering like she’s forgotten how to move. The Multiversal Watch hums on my wrist, its glow reflecting in her glassy, broken eyes. She looks up at me, weak, no fight left—just pure, pathetic submission. Susan: “M-master… you’re… here…” Her voice is a faint croak, barely a whisper, dripping with surrender. She doesn’t even try to sit up—just lies there, limp, waiting. I don’t waste time. I grab her by the throat, hauling her up to her knees. She chokes out a whimper, hands tied up behind her back, head lolling as I squeeze. me: “Ass up, now. You’re taking it again.” She nods, meek and eager, scrambling to obey. She turns over, face pressed to the grimy floor, ass raised high like a fucking offering. Her cheeks are red, welted from earlier, cum still oozing from her stretched hole. I spit on it—once, hard—watching it drip down, mixing with the mess. She shudders, a low whine escaping her lips. Susan: “P-please… use me…” Her words are slavish, desperate, and I don’t wait. I grip her hips, nails biting into her flesh, and ram my dick into her asshole. No buildup, no mercy—just a brutal thrust, burying myself balls-deep in one go. She screams, a raw, jagged sound, her body jerking forward. Her ass is tighter this time, clenching hard around me, still slick with my last load but resisting the invasion. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/FkBgWYTS/097-ZRDHFHSBPCQBKXYE1-HMYY50.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “Shut up and take it, slut” I slam into her again, harder, the wet slap of my hips against her ass ringing out. Her hole’s a furnace, gripping me like a vice, every inch a fight as I force it wider. She’s sobbing now, face grinding into the concrete, drool and tears pooling under her. I don’t care—I fuck her rougher, relentless, my dick pistoning in and out, tearing through her submission. Susan: “Nngh—m-master… h-hurts… so much...!” Her cries are garbled, pitiful, but she doesn’t beg me to stop—just takes it, ass quivering as I pound her. I yank her hair back, arching her spine, and drive deeper. Her walls pulse, spasming around me, the friction brutal and hot. My balls smack her soaked pussy, still dripping from before, the sound a filthy 'thwack-thwack-thwack'. She’s a mess—tits scraping the floor, nipples raw, body shaking like it’s about to break. me: “You’re nothing but a hole now.” I thrust harder, savage, feeling her ass stretch and give under the onslaught. She’s whimpering nonstop, a string of “please… master… yes…” spilling from her wrecked throat. Her submission fuels me—I grab her shoulders, slamming her back onto my dick, impaling her. Her hole clenches tight, milking me, slick with spit and cum, dragging heat up my shaft. Susan: “Ahh—f-fuck… I’m… your…hole...” Her voice cracks, a final surrender, and I feel her shatter completely. Her ass locks around me, trembling, as I bury myself one last time. My dick explodes, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her guts. She gasps, a choked, animal sound, body convulsing as I fill her again. Her hole twitches, leaking around me, a hot, sloppy mess dripping down her thighs. me: “That’s it. Fucking ruined.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/20h08ztQ/GZEJ54-Y209-EKJCBGWNDKQ0-QXF0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pull out, rough, leaving her gaping—cum gushing out, pooling on the floor. She collapses, face-down, ass still up, a shuddering wreck. Her breaths are shallow, broken, a faint “thank you, master…” mumbled into the dirt. She’s gone—mindless, submissive, mine. AI Assistant: “Creator, she’s annihilated. Total control, no resistance left.” <<link "Finish Training">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The doors slide open to reveal glowing blue training pods. My dumbbell's weight auto-adjusts as I grip it—its surface displays "30kg" in floating text. The air smells like electrified mint. Holographic mirrors correct my form with pulsing grids. Every machine hums, waiting. It feels less like lifting weights and more like being scanned. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/ymvWf5tM/NCSQ1-WNBHAMTXZFKRA6-BJ55-SX0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> <<if $strength < 100>> <<link "Work Out">> <<set $gain = $gym.upgraded ? $gym.upgradedGain : $gym.baseGain>> <<set $strength = Math.min($strength + $gain, 100)>> <<goto "Increase Strength">> <</link>> <<else>> Max strength reached! <</if>> <<if !$gym.upgraded && $money >= $gym.upgradeCost>> <<link "Upgrade Gym ($gym.upgradeCost)">> <<set $money -= $gym.upgradeCost>> <<set $gym.upgraded = true>> <<goto "GymUpgraded">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

strength increased! <<link "Return">> <<goto "Gym">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

Gym upgraded! Now gives +<<print $gym.upgradedGain>> strength per workout. <<link "Back">> <<goto "Gym">> <!— Or your specific passage name —> <</link>>

The shower’s silence stretches, then breaks with the soft shuffle of her steps. Susan emerges from the hallway, a thin bathrobe clinging to her damp skin, barely tied, the hem brushing her thighs. Her blonde hair’s wet, dripping onto her shoulders, and her face is flushed—part steam, part something else. The aphrodisiac’s got her eyes glassy, her breaths uneven, and when she sees me still on the couch, she freezes, caught mid-step, blushing hard. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/MxJWGLnV/5-A7-ZC1-FQC19-VS5-BFQGHVJXFYN0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "I… I thought you might’ve left…" Her words hang, fragile, and I don’t answer—just move. I’m up in a flash, closing the distance, and she gasps as I grab her shoulders, pushing her back. She stumbles, the bathrobe flapping open, and I steer her hard toward the bedroom. Her bare feet skid on the floor, a startled "W-wait!" spilling out, but I don’t stop. The bed’s there, unmade, and I shove her onto it—rough, deliberate. She lands on her back, legs splaying, the robe falling apart completely. Her pussy’s exposed—pink, swollen, glistening wet, a slick trail already streaking her inner thigh. She’s blushing deeper now, cheeks a furious red, hands fumbling to cover herself but too slow, too dazed. Her breasts heave, nipples stiff against the cool air, and she stares up at me, wide-eyed, caught between shock and a hunger she can’t hide. Me (low, commanding): "No waiting, Susan. You’re ready." She squirms, thighs pressing together then parting again, like she’s fighting herself. Her pussy’s dripping, lips quivering as the aphrodisiac burns through her, and she bites her lip, a soft whimper slipping out. Susan: "I—I didn’t mean… oh god…" Her voice cracks, half-protest, half-plea, but her body’s screaming yes—hips shifting, wetness pooling on the sheets beneath her. I loom over her, hands pinning her wrists to the mattress, the Multiversal Watch buzzing faintly as I hold her there. Her blush spreads down her neck, her chest, and she turns her head, embarrassed, but her legs stay open, inviting me in. me: "Look at you. Soaked and begging for it." She moans, low and helpless, her resistance melting under the drug’s fire. Her pussy’s a mess—hot, slick, pulsing with need—and she’s trembling, caught in the rush of it all. AI Assistant: "Creator, she’s primed—blushing, wet, yours to take. The drug’s got her locked in." <<link "Fuck her">> <<goto "SusanStorm6">> <</link>>

Susan’s pinned beneath me on the bed, wrists trapped in my grip, her bathrobe fell off when I pushed her on the bed. Her pussy’s bare and dripping, lips swollen and slick, the aphrodisiac driving her wild. Her blush burns bright, cheeks and chest flushed red, her breaths coming fast and shallow. I don’t wait—shoving my pants down, I line up and slam into her, burying my dick deep in one hard thrust. She’s tight, hot, a wet furnace gripping me as her juices coat my dick. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/Kp7RwXtk/GC6-MZKJB1-A33-PXHXXN9-T87-M550.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "Oh—fuck… ahh!" Her cry rips out, loud and broken, hips bucking up as I fill her. I don’t ease in—thrusting hard from the start, balls slapping her ass, the wet smack-smack-smack cutting through the room. Her pussy clenches, sucking me in deeper, slick walls quivering around me. She thrashes, head tossing, blonde hair whipping across the pillow, but I hold her down, pounding relentlessly. me: "You’re mine tonight, Susan. All fucking night." She moans, a sloppy mix of "yes… nngh… please…", her resistance gone, drowned in the drug and the rhythm of my dick. I fuck her hard—hours bleed together, the bed creaking under us. First round, she cums fast, screaming as her pussy spasms, gushing over me, soaking the sheets. I don’t stop—pulling out only to flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, and slamming back in. Susan: "C-can’t… ohh… more…" Her ass jiggles with every thrust, red from the impact, her cunt a drenched mess dripping down her thighs. I grip her hair, pulling her head back, and she wails, voice hoarse now, breaking into animal gasps. The night stretches—second round, third, fourth—I lose count. She’s on her back again, legs hooked over my shoulders, then riding me, tits bouncing, sweat slicking her skin. Her pussy’s raw, swollen, but she keeps taking it, walls pulsing, milking me through orgasm after orgasm. me: "Feel that? You’re built for this." Her moans turn to sobs, then back to moans—"fuck… yes… master…"—her mind unraveling, body shuddering under me. I switch it up—doggy, then against the wall, her legs wrapped around me, nails clawing my back. Each time I cum, I fill her—hot spurts flooding her pussy, leaking out, mixing with her juices. She’s a wreck by midnight, drooling, eyes rolling, but I keep going, relentless, the Multiversal Watch humming as the hours tick by. Susan: "I… can’t… stop… ahh…" <img src="https://i.ibb.co/1JB9krsj/1657-CJ6-X2-AW6-Z2-W8120-ESAJ7-F0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Dawn creeps in, faint light spilling through the blinds, and she’s flat on her back again, legs spread wide, pussy gaping, cum and slick pooling beneath her. I thrust one last time, deep and brutal, unloading inside her as she twitches, a final choked "nngh!" escaping her throat. She’s done—fucked senseless, trembling, blonde hair plastered to her sweat-drenched face, body limp and quivering. me: "That’s it, Susan. You took it all." She doesn’t respond—just lies there, chest heaving, a ruined, dripping mess, too spent to move. AI Assistant: "Creator, she’s obliterated—fucked through the night, total collapse." <<link "Go to sleep">> <<goto "SusanStorm10">> <</link>>

Name: Bulma Height: 165 cm (5'5") Reccomended strength: 10 <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>> <<link "Go on mission">> <<goto "bulma">> <</link>>

Name: Susan Storm Height: 5'8" (173 cm) Reccomended strength: 50 <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>> <<link "Go on mission">> <<goto "susan storm">> <</link>>

Name: Jessica Rabbit Height: 5'5" (165 cm) Reccomended strength: 10 <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>> <<link "Go on mission">> <<goto "Jessica">> <</link>>

The walls are lined with maps, dossiers, and flickering monitorsshowing all the necessary informaton. My AI assitant retrieves these information and sends it to me when Im in another world. A large table at the center holds scattered documents—profiles of potential targets, each one a carefully selected objective. <<if $bulma.captured == false and $bulma.dominated == false>> <<link "Bulma">> <<goto "BulmaInfo">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $susan.captured == false and $susan.dominated == false>> <<link "Susan">> <<goto "SusanInfo">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $jessica.captured == false and $jessica.dominated == false>> <<link "Jessica">> <<goto "JessicaInfo">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

The bedroom’s thick with her scent now, days stacking up since I broke her fully. Jessica’s sprawled on the sheets—orange hair fanned out, piercings glinting, tattoos sharp against flushed skin. She’s still got that mouth on her, bitchiness simmering under the surface, but she’s mine—obedient, no matter how she glares. I step in, boots heavy, and her green eyes snap to me, lips twitching like she’s about to spit something smart. I don’t give her the chance. I climb onto the bed, grab her hips, and flip her over—face down, ass up, no warning. She yelps, muffled into the pillow, then twists her head, snarling, Jessica: “What the hell, you asshole—” I cut her off, voice low and hard, leaning close so she feels it. me: "Drop the bitchiness, Jessica, or I’ll punish you so bad you won’t sit for a week. Call me Daddy and take it." Her eyes flare, fury spiking, but she catches the edge in my tone—she knows I mean it. She bites her lip, swallowing the venom, and mutters, grudging but clear, Jessica: “Yes, Daddy… I’ll be good.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/FbRmkg9M/Jessica-Domination-Pussy.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> It’s tight, forced, but she’s in line. I don’t wait—spit on my hand, slick my dick, and press it to her asshole, tight and puckered, no warmup. She tenses, breath hitching, but doesn’t fight—keeps her ass up, obedient, even as her hands claw the sheets. I push in—slow at first, then hard, stretching her wide, and she groans, deep and raw, Jessica: “Fuck, Daddy—shit, it’s tight—” Her voice shakes, but there’s no sass now—just submission.I sink deeper, her ass gripping me like a vice, hot and unrelenting, and she squirms, thighs trembling, but she takes it—every thrust, every slam as I start fucking her hard. Her pierced tits scrape the sheets, clit piercing grinding against nothing, and she’s moaning now, loud and broken, Jessica: “Oh god, Daddy, fuck—please—” No bitchiness left—just desperation, her body begging even if her pride’s still bruised. I pound her ass relentless, bedframe rattling, sweat beading on her inked skin. She’s tight, quivering, the pleasure shredding her, and I feel her clench harder, ass milking me as I drive in deep. I grip her hair, yank her head back, and growl, me: "You’re mine, Jessica. Say it." She chokes out, voice wrecked, Jessica: “I’m yours, Daddy—fuck, I’m yours!” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/HL01kvCR/Jessica-Love-Anal-Cum.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I slam in one more time and cum—hot, thick, flooding her ass, spilling deep as she shudders under me. Her body locks up, ass spasming around me, taking it all, and she collapses, gasping, dripping from both holes now, green eyes glassy and dazed. I pull out, leaving her wrecked—ass red, cum leaking, trembling on the sheets. She doesn’t bitch, doesn’t glare—just lies there, owned, obedient, waiting for whatever I say next. I smirk, wiping my hand on her thigh, and she doesn’t even flinch. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>>

I step in, boots thudding on the floor, and she’s sprawled on the floor—orange hair a mess, piercings catching the lamplight, tattoos stark against pale skin. Her green eyes flick up, sharp and pissy, but she doesn’t move until I say it. I smile, slow and mean, and point to the bed. me: "Get on the bed, Jessica. Call me Daddy, and act like a naughty slut who’s begging to be punished." She scowls, lips curling like she’s about to snap, but her body’s already shifting—crawling up, hips swaying, chains long gone but the habit still there. She flops onto the mattress, thighs parting, and mutters through gritted teeth, Jessica: “Fine, Daddy, you asshole—I’ve been a bad little slut, haven’t I? Punish me, you prick.” Her voice drips venom, but she’s playing it—spreading her legs wide, pussy glistening, pierced clit winking as she arches her back. She’s bitching, sure, but she’s all in—obedient to the core, no matter how she snarls. I climb over her, pinning her wrists, and she squirms, glaring, Jessica: “What, Daddy, gonna teach your dirty slut a lesson? Fucking do it already.” I don’t waste time. I shove her thighs apart, dick hard and ready, and slam into her—deep, rough, no warning. Her cunt’s a slick, tight vise, and she gasps, eyes rolling back, but she keeps up the act, moaning through her curses, <img src="https://i.ibb.co/pvYb6Jg8/Jessica-Domination-Pussy.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Oh shit, Daddy, punish me harder—you bastard, fuck me up!” Her hips buck to meet me, greedy and shameless, pierced tits bouncing as I rail her. She’s a mess—sweat slicking her skin, hair sticking to her face, green eyes flashing hate and heat in equal measure. I pound her relentless, bed creaking, her pussy clenching me like it’s starved, wet and spasming. She’s loud, half-snarling, half-whimpering, Jessica: “Yes, Daddy, fuck your naughty slut—damn you, I hate this—” But she’s lying through her teeth—her body’s screaming for it, thighs trembling, cunt milking me as I drive deeper. I grip her hips, slamming in one last time, and unload—hot, thick, spilling into her, painting her insides. She shudders, walls pulsing around me, taking every drop, and her head drops back, panting, <img src="https://i.ibb.co/RpyPw5rH/Jessica-Domination-Pussy-Cum.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Goddamn it, Daddy… you’re such a dick.” Her voice is wrecked, bitter, but she doesn’t move—stays sprawled, legs open, my cum dripping from her swollen pussy. She’s broken, owned, obedient as hell—still bitching, still defiant in her head, but she’ll do anything I say, every fucking time. I smirk, pulling out, leaving her there—used, dripping, glaring up at me with those fierce blue eyes that don’t scare me anymore. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>>

The bedroom’s a warped sanctuary now, days blurring since I last wrecked her. Jessica’s perched on the bed when I stride in—orange hair wild, tattoos sharp, piercings glinting like a challenge. Her green eyes snap to me, narrowing, lips curling into a sneer. She’s obedient, sure, but that fire’s flaring again—defiance bubbling up, ready to spit in my face even if she can’t stop what’s coming. I step close, unzipping, dick already hard, and she doesn’t flinch—just glares, jaw tight. I point to the floor, voice like a blade. me: "On your knees, Jessica. Suck me off, and call me Daddy." She laughs—short, bitter—and tosses her head, orange strands whipping. Jessica: “Fuck you, you think I’m your little pet? Shove it.” But her body’s already moving—sliding off the bed, knees hitting the floor hard, like she hates every second of it. She’s defiant as hell, but she can’t not obey—muscle memory kicking in, hands reaching for me even as she snarls, <img src="https://i.ibb.co/zHs2XwhR/Jessica-Domination-Blowjob.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Yes, Daddy, you prick—happy now?” Her tone’s venom, but she grabs me—rough, no gentleness—and yanks me closer, lips parting as she spits on my dick, then takes it in—hard, fast, like she’s trying to prove something. Her mouth’s hot, tight, sucking me deep, but her eyes are blazing, daring me to push her further. She gags, pulls back, and snaps, Jessica: “What, Daddy, not good enough for you? Fucking choke me then.” I smirk, grab her hair, and shove her down—deep, brutal—fucking her mouth like she asked. She chokes, spit dripping, but doesn’t pull away—keeps sucking, tongue lashing me, defiant even as her throat spasms. The 300% boost from the watch hits her hard, and a moan slips out—sharp, unwilling—betraying her, hips squirming as she fights the pleasure. Jessica: “I hate you, Daddy—fucking hate this—” It’s muffled, growled around me, but she’s relentless—bobbing fast, taking me to the hilt, eyes watering, piercing glinting as she glares up. Her hands claw my thighs, nails biting, like she’s punishing me even as she obeys. I thrust harder, matching her fury, and she gags again, spit streaking her chin, but she won’t stop—sucking like it’s a battle, moaning despite herself. Jessica: “Go on, Daddy, cum already—you bastard—” Her voice cracks, daring me, and I lose it—slam deep, unloading down her throat. She chokes, swallowing hard, some spilling past her lips as she curses through it, <img src="https://i.ibb.co/PGt3LbBX/Jessica-Domination-Blowjob-Cum.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Goddamn it, Daddy—fuck you—” I pull out, last drops hitting her face, and she wipes it off with a scowl, spitting to the side like it’s poison. She’s on her knees still, panting, blue eyes burning—defiant, furious, but she did it, every inch of her obedience laced with hate. She smirks, crooked and bitter, Jessica: “Hope you enjoyed that, Daddy. Asshole.” I leave her there—messy, glaring, owned but unbroken in her head. She’s mine to push again. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>>

The place hums with silence as I stalk back to Jessica’s room a few nights later, her little concrete kingdom tucked away in the gloom. The bulb still flickers, casting jagged shadows over the steel bed where she’s sprawled out, naked and shameless, her branded hip glowing faintly in the dim light. She’s toying with one of her nipple rings, twisting it lazily, and when she sees me, those green eyes flare, lips curling into that familiar, taunting smirk. Jessica: “Back for more, huh, Daddy? Couldn’t stay away from your favorite little toy?” Her voice is all sass, legs shifting to flash that pierced pussy, still marked from last time. I step in close, voice dropping low and rough. me: “Yeah, slut—missed breaking you in. Get on your knees, ass up. Tonight, I’m taking that tight little hole.” She laughs, sharp and filthy, rolling over slow and deliberate, propping herself on her elbows with her ass jutting high—round, firm, begging for it. Her pussy peeks out below, still glistening, but it’s that puckered asshole I’m after now, winking at me as she sways her hips. Jessica: “Oh, you’re going dirty tonight, huh? Gonna rip your little pet’s ass apart?” I don’t answer, just grab a tube of lube from the bedside stash and slick my dick up, thick and hard, veins pulsing as I stroke it. She watches over her shoulder, biting her lip, eyes daring me on. I smear a cold glob over her asshole, working it in with two fingers—rough, no patience—stretching her tight ring as she hisses, then moans low. Jessica: “Fuck, that’s cold—get in there already, Daddy!” I line up, gripping her hips where that slave brand burns red, and press the head of my dick against her ass. She tenses, then relaxes, and I shove in—slow at first, just the tip, her hole stretching tight around me, hot and gripping. She groans, loud and raw, fingers clawing the sheets. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/FbRmkg9M/Jessica-Domination-Pussy.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Shit, you’re huge—fuck my ass, Daddy, make it hurt!” That’s all I need—I slam in deep, burying my dick balls-deep in one brutal thrust, her ass swallowing me whole. She yelps, body jerking forward, but she pushes back, taking it like the filthy slut she is. I start pounding her, hard and fast, the slap of my hips against her cheeks ringing out, her tight hole clenching me like a vice. Her pierced tits bounce under her, swinging wild, those silver rings catching the light as she rocks with every thrust. me: “Fucking take it, Jess—your ass is mine now, you little anal whore.” She’s panting, sweat slicking her back, ass rippling with every slam as I drive deeper, stretching her wider. Her moans turn feral, broken gasps—“Yes, fuck, harder!”—and I grab her hair, yanking her head back, arching her spine as I rail her harder. Her asshole’s a furnace, milking me tight, the lube mixing with her heat as I plow through her resistance, wrecking her. Jessica: “Oh God, tear me open—fuck your slut’s ass ‘til I can’t walk!” I feel it building, that hot rush in my balls, and I don’t hold back—thrusting savage and deep, I flood her ass with cum, thick ropes blasting into her, filling her up as she shudders under me. Her hole spasms, squeezing me dry, and I keep pumping, forcing it deeper, some leaking out, white and sticky, dripping down to her pierced pussy below. She collapses forward, ass still up, trembling, my load oozing from her stretched hole. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/HL01kvCR/Jessica-Love-Anal-Cum.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Fuck… you flooded me, you bastard—your little cumdump’s wrecked now, happy?” I pull out slow, her asshole gaping, red and raw, cum trickling down her thighs as she sprawls there, smirking through the haze. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>>

She flops onto the mattress, stretching out slow and deliberate, then props herself on her elbows, thighs splitting open to bare her dripping pussy, that silver clit stud shining wet. Her eyes dare me, voice a sultry jab. Jessica: “Ooh, Daddy’s taking charge, huh? Guess I’m your greedy little bitch—gonna fuck me ‘til I break?” I don’t waste words, stepping in fast, ripping my zipper down as I loom between her legs. Her cunt’s already soaked, lips swollen and pink, that pierced clit begging for it. I grab her hips, nails digging into her branded skin, and yank her ass to the edge. No buildup, no mercy—I slam my dick into her, balls-deep in one brutal thrust, her tight walls clenching around me like a vise. She gasps, sharp and ragged, then melts into a loud, throaty moan, head snapping back as her pierced tits bounce. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/PZXL1Dhm/Jessica-Love-Pussy.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Holy fuck—yes, ram that dick in me! Tear your little fucktoy apart!” I pound her harder, relentless, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the concrete. Her pussy’s a furnace—hot, slick, gripping me with every thrust as I drive in deep, stretching her wide. Her legs hook around my waist, urging me on as the bed groans under the force. Sweat beads on her skin, those silver rings on her nipples jangling with every jolt, her branded hip flexing as she bucks against me. She’s grinning, wild and unhinged, voice a guttural purr. Jessica: “Fuck me raw, Daddy—wreck this slut’s cunt, make it yours!” I grip her thighs, spreading her wider, slamming in so hard the mattress slides an inch. Her pussy pulses around me, juices dripping down her ass, pooling on the sheets as I fuck her into a shuddering mess. She claws at the bed, nails shredding fabric, her moans turning to desperate, broken cries—“Harder, fuck, harder!”—and I give it to her, ruthless, my dick slamming against her cervix with every thrust. Her whole body shakes, tits heaving, that pierced clit rubbing against me as I grind in deep. Then it hits—I feel the pressure snap, dick throbbing as I flood her pussy with cum, thick and hot, pumping into her in heavy spurts. She arches, a scream ripping out of her as her cunt milks me dry, walls spasming around me, sucking every drop. I keep thrusting through it, slower now, forcing the load deeper as it spills out, white and sticky, coating her thighs, dripping down to mix with her own mess. Jessica: “Oh fuck, fill me up—breed your little cumslut, Daddy! I’m dripping with you!” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/0ytbPvwr/Jessica-Love-Pussy-Cum.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pull out slow, her pussy gaping, flushed red and oozing with my cum, that clit stud glinting through the mess. She slumps back, legs still spread, chest heaving as she smirks up at me, voice hoarse but smug. Jessica: “Look at that—your personal fuckdoll, stuffed and leaking. Happy now, Daddy?” <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>>

The bulb’s still buzzing, throwing sharp light over her sprawled form on the bed—legs kicked out, bare as hell, playing with that navel ring like she’s got all the time in the world. Her green eyes snap to me as I step in, that smirk curling up fast, wicked and knowing. Jessica: “Well, well, Daddy’s back again. What’s it this time—can’t get enough of your little plaything?” Her voice is pure tease, thighs shifting to flaunt that pierced pussy, still glistening like a taunt. I step closer, voice cutting low and hard. me: “Damn right, slut—on your knees. You’re sucking me off tonight, and you better make it sloppy.” She laughs, that dark, dirty sound, and slides off the bed smooth as sin, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her branded hip catches the light, those nipple rings glinting as she settles, looking up with that defiant, hungry stare. She licks her lips, slow and deliberate, hands already reaching for my belt. Jessica: “Oh, you want my mouth, huh? Gonna choke your little cocksucker ‘til I gag?” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nqjMrDjK/Jessica-Love-Blowjob.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I don’t bother replying, just unzip and pull my dick out—thick, hard, already throbbing as she wraps her fingers around it, stroking once, twice, before leaning in. She spits on it, wet and messy, then drags her tongue along the underside, teasing the veins, her piercing clicking against me. I grab her hair, twisting it tight, and shove her forward—her lips stretch wide, taking me in deep, hot and slick. Jessica: “Mmph—fuck, you’re big—” Her words muffle as I thrust, hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in with a wet choke. She doesn’t pull back—hell no, she leans into it, slurping loud, drool spilling down her chin as she bobs her head, sucking hard. Her tongue swirls, sloppy and wild, working the tip every time she pulls up, then diving down again, nose brushing my pelvis. Those green eyes lock on mine, watering but fierce, daring me to fuck her face harder. me: “That’s it, Jess—suck it like the filthy little cumslut you are. Choke on Daddy’s dick.” She moans around me, the vibration buzzing through my shaft, her hands gripping my thighs as I start pumping her mouth, relentless. Her throat tightens, wet gurgles mixing with the smack of her lips, spit dripping onto her pierced tits, making them shine. She’s a mess—hair tangled in my fist, mascara streaking, drool pooling on the floor—and she loves it, hollowing her cheeks, sucking like she’s starving for it. Jessica: “Mmm—gimme that load, you bastard—fill your slut’s throat!” Her muffled growl tips me over—I thrust deep, holding her there, nose mashed against me as I explode, cum blasting straight down her gullet, thick and hot. She chokes, swallowing fast, but some spills out, leaking from the corners of her stretched lips, dribbling down her chin to mix with the spit on her chest. I pull out slow, her tongue chasing me, lapping at the tip as she gasps for air, grinning up at me, wrecked and smug. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/39mCfDy8/Jessica-Love-Blowjob-Cum.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Jessica: “Fuck… you drowned me, Daddy—your little blowjob queen’s a cum-soaked mess now, huh?” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still kneeling, spit and cum streaking her skin, those pierced nipples gleaming wet. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Jessica room">> <</link>>

I lead Susan out of the lab, her steps unsteady, piercings catching the dim hall lights as we move. The bedroom I gave her is just ahead—simple, stark, mine to use her in. I push the door open, guiding her inside with a firm hand on her branded hip, the leather straps still dangling loose around her wrists. The bed’s there, sheets crisp, waiting, and I shove her toward it, voice low and commanding. me: "Get on the bed, Susan—on your back, legs spread. Time to fuck you right, sweetheart." She glances back, that sly smirk flickering, and climbs on, slow, deliberate—stretching out, piercings glinting as she parts her thighs wide, the clit stud shining between her slick folds. She’s still got that edge, even after everything, and props herself on her elbows, watching me. Susan: "Rough again, huh? You don’t ever go easy, do you, daddy?" I strip fast, kicking clothes aside, and climb over her, hands pinning her wrists above her head, the leather straps taut against the headboard as I tie them quick. She squirms, testing it, and I grip her thighs, yanking them wider, lining up. Her pussy’s wet, swollen from earlier, and I thrust in hard—no warning, no tease—burying deep, rough and fast. She gasps, sharp, back arching as the navel ring bounces, hoops tugging her nipples with every slam. me: "Take it, Susan—my marked-up girl. You’re built for this now." <img src="https://i.ibb.co/S4XhthBC/MYR3-F5-GM15-RBPWRK8-RKZHS1-WP0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pound her relentless, hips snapping, the bed creaking under us. Her moans turn raw, loud, her clit stud rubbing against me with every thrust, sending jolts through her. She’s tight, clenching hard, and I grab her hips, fingers digging into the branded mark, driving deeper, rougher, shaking her whole frame. Susan: "Fuck—too much—you’re—shit, I’m yours, okay? Keep going—" Her voice cracks, needy, and I smirk, leaning down to bite her neck, teeth sinking in as I fuck her harder, relentless. She bucks under me, piercings swaying, her pussy gripping tight as she starts to unravel—moaning wild, head thrashing. I don’t stop, slamming in until she’s trembling, breaking, coming hard around me with a choked cry. me: "That’s it, sweetheart—come for me, all mine." I finish fast after, thrusting deep and spilling inside her, grunting low as she shudders beneath me, wrecked and panting. I pull out slow, watching her twitch, piercings glinting, her body slick and marked—fully claimed. I untie the straps, letting her arms flop, and she rolls onto her side, catching her breath, that crooked grin creeping back. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6J0MbJnT/KQ80-TG5-YP372-K977-S3-GCC72-QG0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "Jesus—you’re a fucking animal… guess this bed’s christened now, huh, daddy?" I trace the tattoo above her pussy, then tug her nipple hoop light, making her hiss and shiver. She’s mine—bedroom, body, all of it—and still got that spark, bent and fucked into submission but never quite snuffed out. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>>

I step back into Susan’s bedroom later that night, the air thick with her scent, the sheets still rumpled from earlier. She’s sprawled out, half-dozing, piercings glinting in the low light—navel ring, nipple piercings, clit stud all catching the shadows. I don’t say a word, just strip down and climb onto the bed, grabbing her hips to flip her onto her stomach. She stirs, smirking sleepy and sharp, already knowing what’s coming. me: "Ass up, Susan—gonna take your asshole now, sweetheart. Spread for me." She shifts, slow and teasing, pushing her knees under her and arching her back, ass high, the tattoo above her pussy peeking out as she glances over her shoulder. Susan: "Back for more, huh? You’re insatiable, daddy—go for it." I grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking my fingers fast, and press two against her tight asshole, working them in rough—no patience, no easing. She gasps, sharp, body tensing as I twist and push, stretching her open, the ring of muscle gripping tight. I add a third finger, pumping hard, spreading her wider, and she moans low, muffled into the pillow, hips twitching. me: "Relax it, Susan—gonna stretch you good before I fuck it." She breathes out, shaky, and I feel her loosen just enough. I pull my fingers out, lube dripping, and line up—dick hard, slicked up—and shove in fast, burying deep in one brutal thrust. She cries out, raw and loud, asshole clenching around me as I grip her hips, nails digging into her branded skin. I don’t wait, starting rough—pulling back slow, then slamming in hard, stretching her tight hole wider with every thrust. Susan: "Fuck—that’s—shit, you’re huge—tearing me open…" Her voice cracks, needy, and I grin, pounding faster, the bed shaking under us. Her asshole’s tight, hot, gripping me like a vise, and I spread her cheeks wide with my hands, watching it stretch—red, puckered, taking me deeper than it should. She’s moaning wild now, face buried in the sheets, fists clenching as I ram in, balls slapping her clit stud, making her jolt with every hit. me: "Taking it like my good girl—gonna flood this ass, Susan. You’re mine." I lean over her, chest pressed to her back, and reach under—tugging her nipple hoops hard, twisting them as I fuck her asshole relentless. She bucks, a scream ripping out, her whole body quaking, and I feel her stretch even more—loose, sloppy now, ruined around me. I thrust deeper, brutal, hips snapping, and she’s whimpering, ass pulsing, taking the punishment. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wNKvQcs8/ZKGSZYCH9-PRJMDAWZQR23-TVM80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "Goddamn—you’re—fuck, I can’t—too much—" I don’t stop, slamming in one last time, hard and deep, and unload—cum flooding her asshole, hot and thick, spilling out as I keep thrusting through it, stretching her wrecked hole even more. She shudders, moaning broken, and I pull out slow, watching my cum drip from her gaping ass—red, stretched wide, leaking down her thighs, pooling on the sheets. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nsYxNH5S/5-RPNTFA0-H5-A8-DRWWF7-H71-YA0-J0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: "Look at that, sweetheart—stretched and flooded, all mine." She collapses flat, panting hard, ass still twitching, piercings glinting as she turns her head, that crooked grin flickering through the haze. Susan: "Jesus—you fucking destroyed me… happy now, daddy?" I smear the cum across her ass cheek, then tug her clit stud light, making her hiss and squirm. She’s marked, fucked, stretched to her limit—mine from head to toe, still dishing that spark even with her asshole wrecked and dripping. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>>

I step inside, the door slamming shut with a metallic clang. I jab a finger at the bed, my voice a low growl. me: “On it. Face down, ass in the air. Now.” She dives onto the sheets, no pause, no thought—knees spreading wide, face mashed into the mattress, her ass tilted high. Susan: “Master, please… fill me…” I don’t answer with words. My pants hit the floor, zipper rasping, my dick springing free—rock-hard, veins bulging, the tip already leaking. I seize her hips, fingers bruising her pale skin, and line up with her dripping hole. One thrust, no mercy—I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in her soaked, scorching pussy. She screams into the sheets, a ragged, primal sound, her walls clamping around me like a vice, hot and slick and shuddering. I don’t ease in. I fuck her hard, relentless—each thrust a punishing jolt, my hips crashing into her ass, sending ripples through her flesh. Her cheeks bounce, red from the impact, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the bare walls. Her cunt is drenched and tight, sucking me deeper with every brutal plunge. I feel her juices coat me, running down my shaft, pooling at the base, smearing her thighs as I ram her into the bed. The mattress creaks, the frame groaning under the force. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/qFhdCPfc/NH8-T6-B6-YT9-JA88-FC28-CN0-N6-SH0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She’s gasping now, choking on her own moans, her fingers clawing at the sheets until they tear. I grab her hair, yanking her head back hard—her spine arches, her throat bared, a strangled cry ripping out as I drill into her even deeper. Her pussy pulses, walls fluttering, her clit swollen and grazing my balls with every thrust. I reach under, finding her nipples through the thin costume—hard little peaks straining against the fabric. I pinch them, twist them viciously, and she bucks, a sharp yelp breaking free as her whole body tenses. me: “You’re nothing but a hole for me. Say it.” Susan: “I’m—nothing—your hole—Master—fuck me—” Her words fracture into sobs, her hips slamming back to meet me, desperate and feral. I feel her tighten, her cunt spasming as an orgasm tears through her—her scream’s guttural, her body convulsing, thighs shaking as she gushes around me, a hot flood soaking the sheets. I don’t stop, pounding through her climax, my dick slick with her release, the air thick with the musky scent of her submission. I shift my grip, spreading her ass cheeks wide, watching her pussy stretch around me—pink and raw, glistening, taking every inch. My thumb brushes her tight little asshole, pressing just enough to make her squirm, her breath hitching. I’m close now, heat coiling in my gut. With a final, savage thrust, I bury myself balls-deep, my dick pulsing as I unload—thick ropes of cum pumping into her, flooding her womb, spilling out around my shaft as her overfilled cunt can’t take it all. She trembles, whimpering, her walls milking me dry. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/MyYy9TZL/A0873-R2-J4-DTGZJKCXE3-WVYWEV0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pull out slow, her pussy gaping wide, a creamy mix of my seed and her juices drooling out, streaking down her quivering thighs to puddle on the sheets. She collapses, ass still up, a sweaty, shuddering wreck—face smeared with drool and tears. I smear my dick clean on her ass cheek, leaving a sticky trail, and step back, smirking. me: “Wipe yourself down. Be ready for round two when I want it.” Susan: “Yes, Master. Always… for you…” She lifts her head, eyes glassy, lips parted in a dazed, worshipful smile as she struggles to catch her breath. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>>

I stride back into Susan’s bedroom the next evening, the air heavy with the musk of last night still lingering. She’s lounging on the bed, propped on one elbow, piercings glinting—nipple hoops swaying slightly, clit stud peeking as she shifts. Her eyes flick up, catching mine, that familiar smirk tugging her lips. I don’t bother with words, just kick off my boots and climb onto the bed, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her toward me. me: "Mouth open, Susan—gonna fuck it raw, sweetheart. On your knees." She slides off the bed, dropping to her knees smooth and quick, head tilted back as she parts her lips, tongue flicking out teasingly. That spark’s still there, daring me, and I tighten my grip in her hair, yanking her head steady. Susan: "Ready when you are, daddy—give it to me." I undo my pants fast, dick springing free, hard and thick, and don’t waste time—shoving it straight into her mouth, past her lips, hitting the back of her throat in one rough thrust. She gags, sharp, eyes watering, but keeps her jaw slack, taking it as I pull back and slam in again, deeper, relentless. Her tongue flattens under me, wet and hot, sliding along the shaft as I fuck her face hard, hips snapping, balls brushing her chin with every push. me: "Suck it good, Susan—my marked-up girl’s got a mouth made for this." She moans around me, muffled and messy, spit dripping down her chin as I thrust faster, stretching her lips wide, her throat bulging each time I bury in. I tug her hair harder, angling her head back, and she chokes, loud, saliva bubbling out, coating my dick as I ram it down—holding it there, deep, watching her nose flare, her pierced nipples heaving with every strained breath. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/GQQMDqsb/XC91-K3-CYMMC5-KBV5193-QFWJG50.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Susan: "Mmph—fuck—" Her garbled grunt vibrates through me, and I grin, pulling out slow—strings of spit hanging between her lips and my dick—then slam back in, rougher, faster, fucking her mouth like a piston. Her hands grab my thighs, nails digging in, and I feel her throat tighten, spasming as I push past it, stretching it wide. She’s a mess—tears streaking, mascara smudging, drool slicking her chest, pooling over the navel ring—and I love it, driving harder, relentless. me: "Take it all, sweetheart—gonna fill that throat. You’re mine." I grip her skull with both hands now, holding her still, and pound her face brutal—short, deep thrusts, dick pulsing as her gags turn wet and desperate. Her eyes roll up, locked on mine, that spark flickering through the haze, and I feel it hit—thrusting one last time, deep as I can go, and unloading straight down her throat. Cum floods her, thick and hot, spilling past her lips as she chokes, swallowing fast but not fast enough, some dripping out, mixing with the spit on her chin. me: "Swallow it, Susan—every drop, my good girl." I pull out slow, dick slick and shining, and she gasps, coughing hard, cum and drool stringing from her mouth as she wipes it with the back of her hand. She’s wrecked—throat raw, lips swollen, chest heaving—but that crooked grin creeps back, defiant even now. Susan: "Shit—you don’t hold back, huh? Mouth’s fucked… happy now, daddy?" I grab her chin, tilting her face up, and smear the mess across her lips with my thumb, watching her lick it off. She’s mine—marked, stretched, flooded every way I want—and still got that fire, rasping through her ruined throat. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>>

She’s there, perched on the bed, naked. She’s been waiting, legs crossed, hands folded, the picture of obedience. Her eyes snap to me, wide and hungry, and she slides off the bed to her knees before I even speak. Susan: “Master, you’re back. I’ve missed you.” Her voice is a soft plea, thick with need. I don’t bother with pleasantries. I step in, the door slamming shut, and point to the bed. me: “Face down, ass up. You know the drill.” She scrambles into position, quick and eager, burying her face in the bed sheets, her knees spreading wide. Her ass lifts high, the skimpy costume riding up to bare her cheeks—pale, smooth, trembling slightly. Her pussy’s already wet, glistening between her thighs, but that’s not my target today. I unzip, my dick springing free, hard and heavy, and grab a tube of lube from my pocket. I squirt a thick dollop into my hand, smearing it over my shaft until it’s slick and gleaming. me: “You’re taking it in the ass this time. Beg for it.” Susan: “Please, Master—fuck my ass—use me—I need it” Her words spill out, desperate, her hips wiggling as she braces herself. I grip her cheeks, spreading them wide—her tight little hole winks at me, puckered and untouched, a faint pink ring begging to be wrecked. I drip lube onto it, watching it trickle down, her skin twitching as the cold hits. My fingers circle her rim, smearing it, then push in—one, then two, stretching her slow. She gasps, a sharp hiss, her body tensing before she forces herself to relax, her hole loosening under my touch. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wNKvQcs8/ZKGSZYCH9-PRJMDAWZQR23-TVM80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I line up, the head of my dick pressing against her asshole, slick and unyielding. I don’t ease in—I thrust, hard, forcing past the resistance. She cries out, a raw, guttural sound, her ring stretching wide around me, clamping tight as I sink in deep. Her ass is a furnace, gripping me like a fist, hot and impossibly snug. I groan, feeling her shudder beneath me, her breath coming in ragged sobs as I bury myself to the hilt, my balls pressed against her dripping pussy. Susan: “Oh God—Master—it’s so much—” I don’t wait for her to adjust. I pull back, her hole clinging to me, then slam in again, setting a brutal pace. Each thrust rocks her forward, her ass cheeks jiggling, the wet smack of skin filling the room. Her insides pulse around me, tight and slick, dragging against my dick with every plunge. I grab her hips, yanking her back to meet me, impaling her deeper—her moans turn to whimpers, then screams, her face twisting into the sheets as I pound her relentless. Her pussy’s leaking now, a steady drip soaking the bed, her thighs slick with it. I reach around, finding her clit—swollen, throbbing—and pinch it hard. She bucks, her whole body seizing, a choked wail ripping out as her ass clenches even tighter, milking me. I feel every ripple, every spasm, her hole spasming around my shaft as I drive into her harder, the lube squelching with each thrust, mixing with her sweat and desperation. me: “You’re my filthy little toy. Tell me.” Susan: “I’m—your toy—Master—your dirty—ass slut—” Her voice breaks, hoarse and frantic, her hips grinding back despite the pain, chasing the edge. I feel her start to unravel—her body quakes, her asshole fluttering wildly as an orgasm hits her, tearing through her like a storm. She shrieks, muffled by the mattress, her pussy gushing, a hot flood that splatters her thighs and the sheets. I don’t let up, fucking her through it, my dick throbbing as her spasms push me closer. I grab her hair, wrenching her head back—her spine arches, her ass tilting higher, letting me plunge even deeper. Her hole’s red now, stretched raw, glistening with lube and strain. I’m there—my balls tighten, and with one last savage thrust, I bury myself fully, unloading into her ass. Thick spurts of cum flood her, hot and relentless, filling her up until it seeps out around my dick, a creamy ring forming at her battered rim. She trembles, whimpering, her body limp as I empty every drop. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nsYxNH5S/5-RPNTFA0-H5-A8-DRWWF7-H71-YA0-J0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pull out slow, her asshole gaping wide, a slick, pulsing mess—cum dribbles out, thick and white, trailing down to mix with the puddle from her pussy. She collapses, ass still up, quivering, a sweaty, broken heap—her maid outfit torn at the seams, fishnets shredded, face streaked with tears and drool. I wipe my dick on her thigh, leaving a sticky smear, and step back, grinning. me: “Clean up. Stay ready. I’ll be back when I feel like it.” Susan: “Yes—Master—thank you—” Her voice is faint, wrecked, but her eyes flicker up to me, dazed and adoring. I turn and leave, the door banging shut, locking her in her cage—used, dripping, and utterly mine. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>>

She’s there, kneeling on the floor, blonde hair mussed but still tied back. She’s been waiting, posture perfect, hands on her thighs, eyes darting up to meet mine with that mix of fear and worship I’ve carved into her. She scrambles to her feet, lips parting before I even speak. Susan: “Master, you’re here. I’ve been good for you.” Her voice is soft, eager, a tremble in it that says she’s been aching for this. I step closer, towering over her, and grab her chin, tilting her face up. Her lips are pink, glossy with spit, and I can already picture them stretched around me. me: “On your knees. Mouth open. You’re sucking me off.” She drops instantly, hitting the floor with a thud, her knees splaying on the cold concrete. Her mouth falls open wide, tongue out, a glistening invitation. I unzip, my dick springing free—thick, half-hard already, the tip brushing her lips as I step in. She doesn’t flinch, just stares up at me, eyes glassy with submission. Susan: “Please, Master… let me taste you…” I don’t reply—just grab her hair, twisting it tight in my fist, and thrust forward, shoving my dick past her lips. She gags hard, the sound wet and choked, her throat tightening as I force myself in deep. Her mouth’s hot, slick, her tongue flattening against the underside of my shaft as I fill her up, the head hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes water, tears spilling fast, but she doesn’t pull back—her hands stay on her thighs, obedient, letting me use her. I start pumping, hard and fast, no buildup—my hips snap forward, driving my dick down her throat with every thrust. Her gags turn to sloppy, gurgling moans, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, drooling down her chin in thick strands. Her lips stretch tight around me, red and swollen, sucking air through her nose in desperate little snorts. I feel her tongue working, frantic, lapping at me even as I fuck her face raw, her saliva coating my shaft, dripping onto her chest. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/zvNJ7bf/H43-XYVN6-D90-JXNF8-M1-FRWHH520.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> me: “Deeper, slut. Take it all.” She whimpers, a muffled sound around my dick, and tilts her head back, opening her throat wider. I ram in harder, feeling the tight squeeze as I push past her gag reflex, her esophagus clenching around me. Her face is a mess—tears streaming, mascara smearing black trails down her cheeks, spit slicking her jaw and neck. Her nostrils flare, struggling for breath, but her eyes stay locked on mine, pleading, adoring, even as I choke her with every thrust. I pull her hair tighter, yanking her head back and forth, using her like a toy. Her throat bulges faintly each time I bottom out, my balls slapping her chin, wet with her drool. She’s choking now, gagging louder, her body jerking with each brutal plunge, but she keeps her mouth open, her tongue swirling, desperate to please. I feel her hum, a low vibration that buzzes through my dick, sending a jolt up my spine. Susan: “Mmph—Master—mm—” Her words are garbled, lost in the wet mess of her throat, but I don’t care. I’m close—my balls tighten, heat surging. I grip her skull with both hands, slamming her face onto me one last time, burying my dick as deep as it’ll go. Her nose presses into my pelvis, her gags cut off as I hold her there, and I unload—thick, hot spurts shooting straight down her throat, pumping into her stomach. She convulses, swallowing hard, her throat milking me as cum overflows, leaking out around her lips, mixing with the spit in a creamy mess. I pull out slow, her mouth gasping open, a flood of drool and cum spilling down her chin, splattering onto her thighs. She coughs, wheezing, her face wrecked—lips puffy, eyes red, cheeks streaked with black and wet. She licks her lips, catching what she can, her tongue trembling as she stares up at me, dazed and devoted. me: “Swallow it all. Clean yourself up. I’ll be back when I want more.” Susan: “Yes—Master—thank you—” Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, but she smiles, weak and worshipful, wiping her chin with shaky fingers. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Susan room">> <</link>>

The door creaked as I stepped into her room, and Bulma’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a mix of surprise and something else—anticipation, maybe. She’d cleaned up, her hair still damp from a quick shower, wearing nothing like I ordered. The sight of her stirred me instantly, my dick already hardening as I crossed the room. me: “You didn’t think I’d let you rest that easy, did you?” She smirked faintly, her voice soft but teasing. Bulma: “I was starting to wonder when you’d come back for more.” I didn’t waste time with words. Her exposed naked body—her skin smooth and glowing in the low light, her nipples already stiffening under my gaze. She parted her legs slightly, an invitation I wasn’t about to ignore. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her thighs, my hands sliding up her legs to grip her hips. My dick throbbed, thick and ready, as I pressed the tip against her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal glistening along her slit, and the sight alone made my pulse race. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/zh48S675/6-MWF1-DJYGXZ8-V56-WXFV067-HQ80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I entered her slowly this time, savoring every inch as her pussy stretched to take me. She gasped, her hands clutching the sheets, her head tilting back as I slid deeper. Her walls were warm and slick, molding around my dick like they were made for me. I leaned down, kissing her neck, her jaw, then her lips, tasting the faint salt of her skin as I started to move. This wasn’t the raw, brutal fucking from before—this was slower, deliberate, almost tender, but no less intense. Her pussy gripped me tight, pulsing with every thrust, her juices coating my shaft as I rocked into her. I could feel every ripple, every shudder of her inner walls as they clenched around me, pulling me deeper. Her moans were soft at first, breathy little sounds that grew louder as I picked up the pace. My hands roamed her body, one cupping her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, the other sliding down to rub her clit in slow, firm circles. She arched into me, her hips rising to meet mine, her legs wrapping around my waist to lock me in place. Bulma: “God, you feel so good… don’t stop…” Her voice was a ragged whisper, and it fueled me. I thrust harder, but kept the rhythm steady, letting her feel every inch of me as I filled her completely. Her pussy was a furnace, hot and dripping, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the small room. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her thighs quivering as I drove her closer to the edge. My dick swelled inside her, the pressure building in my balls, but I held back, wanting to draw this out, to make her beg for it. I shifted my angle, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her cry out, her nails digging into my back. Her pussy tightened even more, a vice around my dick, and I groaned as the pleasure surged through me. Her juices flowed freely now, soaking the sheets beneath us, her scent filling the air. I kissed her again, deep and possessive, swallowing her moans as I fucked her with a slow, relentless intensity. me: “You’re mine, Bulma. Every part of you.” She nodded, her eyes half-lidded, lost in the haze of it all. Bulma: “Yes… all yours…” The words sent me over. I thrust deeper, faster, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her. Her pussy spasmed around me, her climax hitting hard—she screamed my name, her body shaking, her walls clamping down so tight it nearly pushed me out. That was all it took. With a low growl, I came, my dick pulsing as I flooded her pussy with hot cum. It spilled out of her, mixing with her juices, dripping down her thighs as I kept thrusting through the aftershocks, milking every last drop. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/pvS0LzgR/9-AH18-TRVFAMJ1-G5-Y4-ZFD07-WA80.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, her chest heaving against mine. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my touch gentle now, and she smiled weakly up at me. Bulma: “You’re going to ruin me… and I think I love it.” I grinned, kissing her forehead as I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy. She was mine, alright—and I’d make sure she never forgot it. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Bulma room">> <</link>>

When I walked back into her room, she was lounging on the bed, wearing nothing but a thin tank top that barely covered her tits. She looked up at me, a flicker of heat in her eyes, like she’d been waiting for this. me: “Miss me?” She smirked, shifting to sit up, her legs spreading just enough to tease. Bulma: “Maybe. Depends on what you’re here for.” I didn’t bother with games. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the waist, and flipped her onto her stomach. She let out a surprised yelp, but didn’t fight it—her ass lifted slightly, like she knew what was coming. My dick was already rock-hard, straining against my pants as I yanked them down. I spit into my hand, slicking myself up, and pressed the tip against her asshole. No warning, no warmup—just the way I wanted it. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/YBfNs0JW/42-Z61-DFCWFK58-CY020-V98-T9-FJ0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> She tensed, her breath hitching as I pushed in. Her asshole was tight, impossibly so, resisting me at first, but I didn’t stop. I forced my dick past the ring of muscle, sliding in slow and deep, feeling her stretch around me. She groaned, a mix of pain and something else, her hands gripping the sheets as I sank further. The heat of her ass swallowed me, clamping down on my dick like a vise, every inch a struggle and a fucking triumph. Bulma: “Fuck… it’s too much…” Her voice was shaky, but I could hear the edge of pleasure creeping in. I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto me as I started to thrust. Slow at first, letting her adjust, but not too slow—I wanted her to feel every bit of my dick owning her. Her asshole gripped me tighter with each stroke, the friction insane, sending jolts of raw pleasure up my spine. I could feel her quivering, her body caught between fighting me off and giving in completely. I picked up the pace, slamming my dick into her harder, the sound of my hips smacking her ass filling the room. She moaned louder now, her cries sharp and desperate, her resistance melting away. Her asshole pulsed around me, slick with sweat and the faintest hint of her own arousal dripping from her pussy below. I reached under her, fingers brushing her clit, and she jolted, her whole body shuddering as I rubbed her in time with my thrusts. me: “Take it, Bulma. You love this, don’t you?” She whimpered, nodding into the pillow, her voice muffled but clear. Bulma: “Yes… fuck, yes…” That was all I needed. I pounded her ass relentlessly, my dick swelling inside her, the tightness driving me wild. Her walls squeezed me so hard I could barely move, but I forced through it, each thrust deeper than the last. Her moans turned into screams, her body shaking under me, her asshole clenching as she hit her limit. I didn’t stop—my fingers worked her clit faster, and she came hard, her juices soaking my hand while her ass spasmed around my dick. The pressure built in my balls, tight and unbearable, until I couldn’t hold it anymore. With a guttural groan, I buried my dick as deep as it would go and exploded, hot cum pumping into her asshole. It filled her up, leaking out around my shaft as I kept thrusting, riding out the high. Her ass milked me dry, every twitch of her walls pulling more from me until I was spent. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/nW9km7P/S8-D2-DNVWFARA0-D460-E9-KNKJX70.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I pulled out slow, watching my cum drip from her stretched, reddened asshole, a thick white trail against her skin. She collapsed flat on the bed, gasping, her body wrecked and glistening with sweat. Bulma: “You’re… gonna kill me one day…” I smirked, giving her ass a hard slap that made her flinch. me: “Not yet. I’m too damn good at this.” She didn’t argue, just lay there panting, fucked out and mine. I left her like that, knowing I’d be back for more whenever I damn well pleased. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Bulma room">> <</link>>

When I stepped back into her room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, hair messy, wearing nothing but a loose shirt that hung off one shoulder. She looked up, catching the hunger in my eyes, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. me: “On your knees. Now.” She didn’t hesitate, sliding off the bed and dropping to the floor in front of me. Her hands reached for my pants, but I beat her to it, unzipping and letting my dick spring free. It was already hard, thick and pulsing, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. She stared at it for a second, her breath catching, before I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her closer. Bulma: “You don’t waste time, do you?” I didn’t answer—just guided her mouth to my dick. Her lips parted, soft and warm, as she took the head in, her tongue flicking against the underside. The sensation hit me like a shockwave, wet and hot, her mouth closing around me as she started to suck. I groaned, feeling the slick heat of her tongue sliding along my shaft, tracing the veins that bulged under the skin. My dick throbbed against her palate, heavy and swollen, every nerve firing as she worked me deeper. She bobbed her head, slow at first, her lips stretching tight around my girth. The suction was unreal—her cheeks hollowed out, pulling on me like she was starving for it. My dick felt massive in her mouth, the tip brushing the back of her throat as she gagged slightly, her eyes watering but never breaking from mine. The pressure was intense, a tight, slippery grip that sent jolts of pleasure ripping through me. I could feel every little movement—her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit, then flattening as she took me deeper, her throat constricting around me. I tightened my grip on her hair, pushing her down further. My dick slid past her gag reflex, burying itself in her throat, and the feeling was fucking electric. Her muscles clenched around me, spasming as she choked, the vibrations humming through my shaft. It was like plunging into a tight, wet tunnel—hot and relentless, her saliva dripping down my balls as she struggled to take it all. My dick pulsed against her tongue, the friction of her throat squeezing me so hard I could feel the blood pounding in every inch. me: “That’s it, Bulma. Suck it like you mean it.” She moaned around me, the sound muffled but desperate, sending a shiver up my spine. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in as she picked up the pace, her head rocking back and forth. My dick felt like it was on fire, the wet heat of her mouth driving me insane. Every thrust pushed me deeper, her lips kissing the base of my shaft, her nose pressed against me as she swallowed around me. The suction tightened, her tongue pressing hard against the underside, and I could feel the precum leaking out, mixing with her spit. Her throat fluttered, milking me with every bob of her head, and the pressure in my balls built fast. My dick swelled even more, stretching her mouth wide, the head scraping the roof of her palate as she sucked harder. It was too much—the slick, sloppy heat, the way her tongue rolled over me, the tight clamp of her throat. I groaned low, my hips bucking as I fucked her face, each thrust sending a wave of raw pleasure crashing through me. Bulma: “Mmph—!” She couldn’t speak, just made those choked, needy sounds that pushed me closer. My dick twitched violently, the buildup unbearable, and with one last deep thrust, I came hard. Hot cum shot down her throat, thick and heavy, flooding her mouth as she gagged and swallowed. My dick pulsed against her tongue, each spurt rocking me, the sensation sharp and overwhelming as her lips stayed locked around me. I could feel her struggling to keep up, some of it spilling out, dripping down her chin as she pulled back, gasping. I let go of her hair, my dick slipping free, still throbbing and slick with her spit and my cum. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, panting, her lips swollen and red. Bulma: “You’re… relentless.” I grinned, catching my breath, my dick still buzzing with the afterglow. me: “You love it. And I’m not done with you yet.” She just stared up at me, wrecked and ready, and I knew I’d be back for more soon enough. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Bulma room">> <</link>>

I nodded toward the bed. Shizuka crawled onto it, settling on her knees, her body slipping naturally into that posture of total surrender. I approached, my hands grazing her shoulders, easing her down onto her back. Shizuka’s breath sharpened as I climbed over her, my knees sinking into the mattress. Her thighs parted eagerly, her pussy already slick and swollen, begging for me. I trailed my fingers along the soft, trembling flesh of her inner thighs, teasing her, feeling her twitch under my touch. Then, I gripped my dick—hard and throbbing, veins pulsing with heat—and pressed its tip against her entrance. With one slow, deliberate thrust, I buried myself inside her, her tight, wet walls enveloping me like a vise. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/WND7TFP2/KY583-AS4-XNM227-H2-NMW8-KGR4-P0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The sensation hit me hard—her pussy was molten, slick with her arousal, gripping my shaft with a greedy, pulsing warmth. Every inch of me felt her, the way her inner muscles clenched and fluttered, dragging against my sensitive skin as I sank deeper. She gasped, her fingers twisting into the sheets, her hips bucking up to meet me, and I could feel the head of my dick brushing against the deepest parts of her, a slick friction that sent jolts of raw pleasure up my spine. Shizuka: “Master… oh… please, don’t stop…” I started moving, pulling back until just the tip rested inside her, her juices coating me, glistening along my length, then slamming back in, hard and deep. My dick throbbed with every thrust, the tight, slippery heat of her pussy squeezing me relentlessly, milking me with every stroke. Her walls rippled around me, wet and desperate, and I could feel the faint pulse of her own arousal syncing with mine. I dug my fingers into her hips, yanking her closer, driving into her with a rhythm that shook the bedframe, the wood groaning under us. Her moans spilled out, sharp and wild, rising with every plunge. My dick felt impossibly hard, the skin stretched tight, every nerve alight as her pussy sucked me in deeper, the wet smack of our bodies colliding filling the room. I angled my thrusts, grinding against her clit with each push, and her cries turned frantic, her thighs trembling against mine. The pressure built in my balls, a heavy, aching heat, but I held it, savoring the way her cunt gripped me, slick and tight, like it was made for me alone. me: “You’re mine here too, slave. This room, this bed—it’s yours, but I’ll fuck you senseless whenever I want.” Shizuka’s eyes snapped open, glassy and locked on mine, her voice fracturing as she begged: Shizuka: “I’m yours… forever… harder, Master, please…” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/CKfCpcvG/4-WBSTN7-NKE9-NDFG60-DRDF1-DQR0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I gave it to her, pounding into her with everything I had, my dick swelling inside her as the pressure built. Her moans turned to cries, her body bucking beneath me, her pussy spasming around me like it was trying to milk me dry. I couldn’t hold back—didn’t want to. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself deep, my dick exploding inside her. Thick ropes of cum surged out, flooding her pussy, hot and sticky, coating her walls as I groaned through the release. She whimpered, her body shaking as she took it all, my seed spilling into her, marking her as mine. I stayed there, still inside her, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her pussy, my dick twitching in the warm, wet mess I’d made. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Shizuka room">> <</link>>

I crossed the room, the air thick with anticipation, and stood at the edge of the bed. Shizuka glanced up, her eyes heavy with devotion, then lowered herself, pressing her chest to the mattress, her ass raised high in offering. The sight of her—open, waiting—sent a surge of heat through me, my dick already stiffening in my pants. me: “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you, slave? Ready for me to take you again.” Her voice was a soft tremble, muffled against the sheets: Shizuka: “Yes, Master… always… I need you…” I climbed onto the bed, my hands sliding over the smooth curve of her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as I spread her cheeks apart. Her asshole winked at me, tight and puckered, a faint sheen of moisture from her own anticipation. I spat into my palm, slicking my dick—rock-hard, the veins bulging, the tip already leaking with precum—and pressed it against her hole. With a slow, unrelenting push, I forced my way in, her tight ring stretching around me, resisting then yielding. <img src="https://i.ibb.co/SbmwC2Q/Y99-YNAZB1-K32-X8-YSJZ1-Y114-RP0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> The sensation was immediate and intense—her asshole clamped down on my shaft, a hot, vise-like grip that squeezed me from every angle. The dry friction burned at first, tugging at my skin, but as I sank deeper, her inner walls softened, slick with her heat, molding to my thickness. Every inch felt like a conquest, her tightness coiling around me, pulsing faintly, dragging against the sensitive underside of my dick with a raw, delicious pressure. Shizuka: “Master… it’s so deep… please…” I started thrusting, pulling back until her rim gripped just the head of my dick, then driving back in, hard and steady. Her asshole sucked me in with every stroke, tight and unrelenting, the heat of her insides searing into me. My dick throbbed, the skin stretched taut, every nerve screaming as her walls clamped and fluttered, fighting to take me deeper. I could feel the ridges of her inner muscles, the way they rippled against me, slicker now with sweat and friction, a filthy, perfect fit that made my balls ache. Her moans were low and guttural, spilling out with each thrust, her body rocking beneath me. I gripped her hips, yanking her back onto me, slamming into her with a force that made the bed groan. My dick felt massive inside her, swollen and pulsing, the tight heat of her asshole milking me relentlessly. The pressure built fast, a heavy, molten weight in my groin, my dick twitching with every plunge, slick with her warmth and my own leaking precum. me: “You’re so fucking tight, slave… I’m gonna fill you up, make you mine all over again.” Shizuka whimpered, her voice breaking as she gasped: Shizuka: “Yes… Master… cum in me… please…” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/qLkg9qsZ/QSVGTCY6-JE7-E2-M1-A0119-APFFR0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I couldn’t hold back anymore. I pounded into her, my thrusts turning erratic, savage, my dick slamming into her depths. Her asshole clenched harder, a desperate, spasming grip that tipped me over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself balls-deep, my dick pulsing violently as I came. Hot, thick spurts of cum flooded her, coating her insides, the sensation of release ripping through me—sharp and blinding. I could feel her walls shudder around me, soaking up every drop, my dick still twitching as the last of it spilled into her. I stayed there, panting, my hands still locked on her hips, her asshole quivering around me, warm and full. She was mine—marked, claimed—and I’d come back for more. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Shizuka room">> <</link>>

She was there, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, her head bowed, hands resting on her thighs. The soft light from the window traced the lines of her body, her submission radiating in the quiet. She didn’t look up, but I could see her chest rise and fall a little faster as I stepped closer. I stopped in front of her, towering over her small frame, my shadow falling across her. My dick was already stirring, thickening at the sight of her waiting, ready. I reached down, tilting her chin up with my fingers, her lips parting slightly as her eyes met mine—dark, obedient, eager. me: “You’ve been good, slave. On your knees, just how I like you. Open your mouth for me.” Shizuka’s lips trembled as she obeyed, her mouth opening wide, her tongue resting soft and pink against her lower lip. Her voice was a faint whisper: Shizuka: “Anything for you, Master… please…” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/chbJQm8J/K999-A4-ARH38-JMJPC4-MY3-VAQ160.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> I unfastened my pants, my dick springing free—hard and heavy, the veins pulsing, the tip already glistening with precum. I gripped the base, guiding it to her mouth, brushing it against her lips first, letting her feel the heat of it. Then, with a slow thrust, I pushed inside, her warm, wet mouth enveloping me, her tongue flattening against the underside of my shaft. The sensation hit me like a wave—her mouth was soft and slick, her lips stretching tight around my girth as I slid deeper. Her tongue pressed against me, warm and eager, swirling faintly as she adjusted to my size. I could feel the roof of her mouth, smooth and firm, brushing the head of my dick, while her throat tightened instinctively, a soft gag rippling through her. The wet heat of her saliva coated me, dripping down my length, making every inch of my dick throb with raw, electric pleasure. Shizuka: “Mmm… Master…” Her muffled whimper vibrated against me, sending a jolt up my spine. I started moving, thrusting slow at first, savoring the way her lips dragged along my skin, slick and tight. Her tongue worked against me, lapping at the underside, tracing the pulsing veins, while her cheeks hollowed with suction, pulling me in deeper. My dick felt massive in her mouth, the sensitive tip scraping against her palate, then nudging her throat, her gag reflex squeezing me in short, delicious bursts. I grabbed her hair, twisting it in my fist, guiding her head as I picked up the pace. My thrusts turned harder, faster, my dick slamming into her mouth, the wet slap of her lips against my base filling the room. Her saliva bubbled around me, dripping down her chin, and I could feel her throat convulsing, struggling to take me, but she didn’t pull back—her submission held her there, taking every inch. My shaft pulsed, the skin stretched tight, every nerve alight as her tongue flicked and her lips clamped, sucking me with desperate, sloppy need. me: “Fuck, slave, your mouth is perfect… I’m gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna take it all.” <img src="https://i.ibb.co/XfnwC5c6/74-G7-RH7-F8-HQRC9-BQ46-P7-K414-Y0.jpg" alt="" class="center-image" width="400"> Shizuka moaned around me, the sound muffled and wet, her eyes watering as she nodded faintly: Shizuka: “Yes… Master… please…” The pressure built fast, a tight, burning ache in my balls, my dick twitching violently with every thrust. I rammed into her mouth one last time, burying myself deep, the head of my dick lodged against her throat. Then I came, hard and sudden, thick ropes of cum exploding from me, flooding her mouth. The release was searing—hot and sharp, my shaft pulsing as I unloaded, her tongue trembling against me, her throat swallowing frantically to keep up. I could feel the wet, greedy pull of her mouth, sucking down every drop, her lips quivering as my cum coated her, spilling past her tongue, filling her completely. I held her there, panting, my dick still twitching as the last spurts dribbled out. Her mouth stayed wrapped around me, warm and full, until I pulled back, a thin string of saliva and cum stretching between us. <<link "Exit room">> <<goto "Shizuka room">> <</link>>

<<if $jessica.Love == true>> <<link "Fuck her mouth">> <<goto "JessicaMouthLove">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her pussy">> <<goto "JessicaPussyLove">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her asshole">> <<goto "JessicaAnalLove">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $jessica.Love == false>> <<link "Fuck her mouth">> <<goto "JessicaMouthCaptured">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her pussy">> <<goto "JessicaPussyCaptured">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her asshole">> <<goto "JessicaAnalCaptured">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

<<link "Fuck her mouth">> <<goto "ShizukaMouthDomination">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her pussy">> <<goto "ShizukaPussyDomination">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her asshole">> <<goto "ShizukaAnalDomination">> <</link>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

<<link "Fuck her mouth">> <<goto "BulmaMouthLove">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her pussy">> <<goto "BulmaPussyLove">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her asshole">> <<goto "BulmaAnalLove">> <</link>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>

<<if $susan.Love == true>> <<link "Fuck her mouth">> <<goto "SusanMouthLove">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her pussy">> <<goto "SusanPussyLove">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her asshole">> <<goto "SusanAnalLove">> <</link>> <</if>> <<if $susan.Love == false>> <<link "Fuck her mouth">> <<goto "SusanMouthDomination">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her pussy">> <<goto "SusanPussyDomination">> <</link>> <<link "Fuck her asshole">> <<goto "SusanAnalDomination">> <</link>> <</if>> <<link "Return">> <<goto "Home">> <</link>>