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[How could it be so big? She thought it was before when it pressed up against her back, all hot and hard, but… Now it feels like it’s swelled in size and it’s throbbing so much. She hasn’t actually seen it yet, and her mind is doing a good job filling in the blanks and—-

Wendy nearly swoons where she stands, suddenly even more lightheaded than before. But the hold he has on her is more than enough to keep her upright. It’s a good thing, because her knees knock together and her legs practically give out from under her as soon as he starts getting rough. It hurts, but in a pleasant way, and she finds herself subconsciously matching his pace with the movement of her hips, shuddering as he hits her deep inside. She’s shamelessly grinding against his hand, desperately wanting to get off.

Her moans turn into muffled cries of confusion and pleasure as he shoves his fingers into her mouth, and her lips close around them before she starts to suck. She’s never felt more pathetic.]

Edited 2022-11-09 21:45 (UTC)

[ Asura had been half-expecting Wendy to bite him, or just accept her face being as finger fucked as her pussy. So it’s a pleasant surprise when she actively sucks his fingers, a submissive gesture that makes her an irresistibly cute target. If it weren’t for that, this might be a one off. But by the simple act of sucking his fingers, he knows making her a melted mess will be a hobby. ]

Good girl…

[ The approval is meant to sting, looking down on her but giving her pleasure and praise for it. The curl of his fingers is deep enough to lift her clean off her feet for a moment, a move to let his cock free from between them. He continues roughly fucking her with his fingers, but now his cock is right there, easy to see as he uses the fingers in her mouth to guide her gaze down. The water is still rolling down them, and the stream running over the monstrous rod only emphasises the size. ]

If you keep being a good girl… I’ll give you even better rewards.

[Is it meant to sting? Because it sure doesn’t.

Once that initial praise floats past her ears and registers in her brain it’s like something feral is awakened within her.

Of course she wants to be a good girl. She wants to be perfect and follow instructions and get rewarded.

Her lips twitch into the slightest smile, whatever she can manage best with her mouth being as occupied as it currently is.

She’s in such a daze there might as well be hearts in her eyes. They’re dilated enough as is. She’s swimming in arousal, the pleasure truly outweighing the pain.

His fingers hit her deep once more, and she shudders, her toes curling as her legs twitch.

If he keeps doing that—-

That train of thought is instantly derailed once he forces her gaze to be shifted. Finally she sees what he’s been threatening her with the whole time and she makes the most pathetic-sounding squeak as her mouth goes slack.

It’s so big. Unlike any she’s ever seen before. She just stares, seemingly unbothered by anything else that’s happening to her at the moment. She’s distracted from her impending orgasm that’s for sure. It’s irrelevant now.

She groans with anticipation, nodding her head so enthusiastically as he teases her with the possibility. She’s such a good girl. Yes she wants to be rewarded. She just might die if she doesn’t get rewarded.]

Edited (yay hitting buttons) 2022-11-10 09:24 (UTC)

Oh? You like that, huh?

[ Her reaction to finally fully seeing his cock fills him with smug glee. She’s so in control usually. Seeing her become adorable, eager to please and delighted at being called a good girl has his predatory instincts activate.

His fingers slow but do not stop, stroking her tongue and pumping her pussy, but now not giving the chance to come. Keeping her on the edge, enough that when he does shove his cock into her the first feeling will be orgasmic. ]

If you asked nice, I’ll fill your tight little cunt up with it.

[ Even when talking dirty, his softly spoken manner doesn’t waver, and he slowly shifts his hips, cock grinding on her through the soaked panties. He slowly withdraws his fingers from her mouth, to let her speak. ]

Mmm… mmhm…

[There’s some more nodding, a few languid sucks on the fingers he’s still teasing her mouth with.

Her body shudders and a shaky sigh escapes her lips. Is he just going to keep teasing her like this? How cruel. She’s teetering so close to the edge and he’s not stopping, nor is he showing any sign of fucking her properly and her impatience is making her squirm in his hold.

He has the nerve to rub that monster against her, and the noise she makes is pathetic - borderline whining. She’s so sensitive already, the slightest touch sends her reeling. Her hips buck sharply.

She doesn’t attempt to speak until his fingers slip from her mouth. Even then it’s still difficult, like she’s having the worst time finding the words to use.]

Please? …C-Could you?

[ He tightly clenches her pussy in his powerful grip after she gets out those shaky words. ]

Ut-uh… not good enough for reward…

[ Now he knows that the desire for praise is a primal part of her, Asura intends to push that button as much as he can. It doesn’t matter her knees are giving in and her mind is in an intoxicated swirl, she has to be a good girl to get what she wants. ]

Only good girls get good rewards. Try again and do it right.

Edited (Oops.) 2022-11-10 20:01 (UTC)

[She could cry. She nearly does. This is the worst sort of pain she’s ever been in. It’s like she’s being punished. Yeah she’s treated previous one night stands pretty badly, but she’ll never toy with men or play hard-to-get ever again.

She is being punished. Because she’s been a bad girl. Of course! It makes perfect sense now. She can’t get what she wants until she makes things better. (Boy is her brain scrambled.)]

Please? Darling, I need it… you don’t understand how much it hurts. [She swallows.] I’ll be good. I promise.

[ When the magic word ‘darling’ crosses her lips, a thick glob of precum drips from his cock, easily as much as a normal man would come in full- no clearer sign that he absolutely loved hearing that. But just in case that doesn’t get through, he tilts her head up for a kiss, hot and sweet, but with a possessive edge as he bits and pulls her lower lip on the way back. ]

That’s more like it. I’m so proud of you…

[ With one last, hard flex of his fingers he pulls out of her pussy, pushing her panties to the side as he does. Taking hold of her upper arms he braces Wendy and uses his scarves to do the delicate work of arranging her to just the right angle. The thick head is the hardest part, pushing against her tight hole intently, slowly spreading her until at last the rest is jammed in, spearing her. Wendy’s slender body is perfect for showing the bulge of her abdomen, and if he’s timed it right she’ll orgasm just as she sees that and feels how full she is. ]

[The kiss does it for her. She leans up into it as their lips crush together, and she makes a soft, happy-sounding noise. She’s smiling - positively beaming - as he pulls away. It’s the most genuine kind. Hearing how proud he is of her… that’s the icing on the proverbial cake. If she hasn’t melted entirely yet, she does so now.

He really isn’t that bad after all. Why would she ever think such thing in the first place? Such a horrible judge of character…

She’s too busy fawning over him and his affection to realize what comes next, exactly what he’s shifting her around for. And there’s no way the woman is even the slightest bit prepared for it.

His fingers withdraw from her soaking wet folds, and she’s never felt so empty before. But her apparent disappointment is quickly replaced by abject horror as he starts pushing the swollen head of his enormous cock into her opening instead.

She trembles in his hold, unable to control her legs as he slowly works his way inside. He’s spreading her so wide it’s unbearable. And it just keeps getting worse and worse… There’s no way in hell the entire thing’s going to fit. He’s going to break her, split her right in two.

That’s when the panicking and the thrashing starts. She cries out in alarm, begs for him to stop, gasping and moaning as she pleads for him to take it out.

Eventually, after what feels like ages, it stops. He’s inside her, hitting her impossibly deep, her insides trying desperately to accommodate such a massive insertion. She’s shaking, reluctant to look down. How did she even manage this?

She swallows, sniffling as her crying subsides. Then she looks down and her eyes widen. Her mouth opens and closes a few times without any words.

The only one that eventually escapes is a stammered fuck before it’s drowned out by the screams of pleasure as she’s finally granted that release she’s been silently begging for.]

[ Asura is silent as Wendy protests and cries, enjoying it far too much to dilute it with his own voice. He only cracks out a pleased sigh when she finally looks at the swell of her stomach and comes hard around his cock- or half of it at least. She's going to need training to take him completely, and he fully plans to ensure she gets a high grade.

He doesn't move but starts to make soothing shh noises, nuzzling his face against her and kissing her jawline. He holds one of her arms so she can't wriggle free, but he brings the other hand around to stroke the bulge of her abdomen, her navel sticking out obscenely. ]

Shh...Shh... Come on, only bad girls whine...

[ He treats her lovingly aside from stretching her body lewdly, soft words and gentle kisses and nips. Moving from stroking the bulge himself, to taking her wrist and moving her own hand over it. She can feel it inside and out now. ]

It felt good, right? You can't pretend it didn't, after all that screaming...

[Wendy's fussing too much, refusing to settle down while he holds her and shows her affection. She's whimpering, making the most pathetic sounds while trying to catch her breath. She's thoroughly exhausted from her climax, from just how overwhelming this whole situation is. Her mind is both racing and the slowest it's ever been simultaneously.]

N-Nooo... take it out...

[The whining continues until - well - he makes a point. Good girls don't misbehave like this. He must be so disappointed in her...

Her hand twitches when he grabs hold of it, her fingers trembling once he forces them to touch her abdomen. It's obscene. She hates it. But on a more primal level she wants more of it.]

I don't... know. [The shakiest sigh escapes her lips, her body going slack. She leans back against him, a useless heap.]

[ He puts her fears into words when she refuses to acknowledge that she loves being overfilled with cock. Words and actions, since he takes the time to lift a hand to smack her face. Not too hard, but certainly enough to express his displeasure. ]

You're disappointing me... You do know.

[ He takes hold of her hips to not interfere with her hand resting on the bump. So she can feel it slowly reduce as he takes his time to pull back. He takes about five seconds to pull away until just the broad head is lodged in her. And then back again, the same incredibly slow feeling of being filled to the brim. Using a strange mixture of soft and brutal. ]

Say it...

[His hand connects with her cheek, and the sudden impact makes her jump. Her mouth screws into a frown. It stings.

But disappointing him hurts much worse for some reason. She feels the biggest pangs of guilt when he tells her he’s upset.

Her mouth opens to say something, but he lifts her up and slowly, painfully starts to withdraw. Her thoughts get derailed instantly, and she’s shuddering and squirming around in his hold. Her hips buck, and she cries out.

Having him pull out almost entirely feels nice at first. She can somewhat relax again. But then that empty feeling strikes and it leaves her confused and -

She murmurs, quite reluctantly, a look of defeat on her face:]

F-Feels good…

Yes! You’re such a good girl!

[ Admitting her defeat, in word and deed, makes Asura’s face bloom like a sunflower into the brightest joy. One of his scarves reaches around to stroke Wendy’s hair, giving just a little tug to get her gaze up to see his proud expression. ]

You’re such a quick learner… other girls whine and fight and play up… if you put the effort in, you’ll be the only girl I need.

[ He packed a lot into one manipulation there, to see what would stick in her addled head. When she recovered, he wanted as much lodged into her subconscious as possible. If he could get her eager to improve, feel superior to others and be jealous of them all at once, he’d be happy. ]

Now, are you going to make a fuss if I go back in?

[His praise makes her perk up almost instantly. It’s like day and night. She wants to hear more of it.

Her face tilts upward and she regards him with a lazy, blissed out smile.

She quite likes the sound of that. Becoming the only girl he needs? It sounds simple… and lovely… something she could easily do.

Her eyelids feel heavy, and she struggles to keep her gaze on him.]

Mmm.

[She shakes her head. No - she won’t make a fuss.]

[ Asura lets out a quick, hot spurt of precum inside her when Wendy perks up at his ‘kind’ words. He’s really finding the right strings to pull to make her his cute little puppet, isn’t he?

He leans in to give her a sweet, hot kiss, and while their lips are together he spears her again, bulging out her guts again in one hard push. He holds it for a few seconds, then starts withdrawing again, the same ridiculously slow emptying. ]

[With enough chemicals and manipulation - anything is possible, even when it comes to a frozen ice bitch like Wendy Lin. He has her wrapped around his finger.

His seed is so hot - searing hot even. How can even she feel it? She wriggles around on him, clearly so impatient for more.

She leans into the kiss so much, perhaps a bit too forcefully on her part, but she can’t get enough. And then he thrusts up inside her tortured pussy so suddenly it makes her scream - just the sound he wants to hear. Her body still isn’t used to it, but it feels so terribly good, and by the time he starts pulling out again she’s shuddering so much thanks to the orgasm that tears through her.]

Did you just come again?

[ Asura sounds impressed and pleased. If he can get her to orgasm with every single thrust he can break her in before the day is out. ]

I knew you were talented, but not that much! I’m going to keep you!

[ As he lays on the thick praise, he delivers a rapid fire barrage of loving kisses. But that doesn’t stop him from being brutal. Once again pulling back until only the entrance to her pussy is stretched out, then slamming inside her in an instant. Listening for the sweet sound of more orgasms, he retreats and repeats the processes, getting just a little faster every time. ]

Y-Yes…

[Her stammered response is so pathetic-sounding. But at least she isn’t attempting to lie to him anymore. Lying is what bad girls do. She isn’t a bad girl at all.

The solution he had spiked the water cooler with earlier was apparently able to make the affected person orgasm until they die. Combine that with the manipulations both mental and physical and - yes, he should be able to “break her in” quite nicely. If he hasn’t already done enough damage.

Hearing that he wants to keep her only makes her reaction more favorable. She returns his kisses, positively flustered from all the attention. But then he’s withdrawing again and her body is shaking and - oh, it’s such a vicious cycle. He doesn’t get an orgasm with every thrust, but it’s very close.

She’s so tired, her body sore beyond comprehension. She’s never felt this worn out before. But she doesn’t complain, just lets him continue fucking her so torturously.]

[ The wonder of his wicked powers was that even when it did wear off, the subconscious after effects would never leave. Not without years of serious therapy anyway. When she was lucid again, there would still be that echo of the greatest joy imaginable was being Asura’s good girl.

He takes his sweet time enjoying her body, making her orgasm over and over, praising her every time she did like it was a great effort on her part- he wanted her to have that subconscious idea too. That receiving sexual pleasure from him was. An achievement to aim for. When it’s at last his turn to orgasm, it’s hard enough and heavy enough the bump on her stomach briefly swells even larger, before the fat, hot load pours out. He pulls her off his cock, letting her fall into the mess, a few more thick spurts splattering warmly over Wendy’s body and hair. Just in time for the water supply to run out, so she has no way to clean up. ]

Good job… you’re at least in the top 3 cock sleeves I’ve ever used!

[She loses track of time, can’t count the number of instances he’s forced her to climax. It’s impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of him inside her, using her over and over as nothing but a play thing until he reaches his limit.

But the pleasure and the praise are both so sweet. They keep her going, keep her conscious (but just barely), until he drops her to the floor once he’s done.

Top 3? That’s nowhere near good enough. She makes a low noise of disagreement, but there’s not much else from her. She has no energy. She can’t move. He’s left her a useless mess on the floor, his seed soaking into her skin and matting her hair.]

[ Her barely voice disapproval of being so low as third place fills Asura with anticipation. He sincerely hopes that desire stays lodged in her primitive hind brain for their next meeting.

But for now, he leaves her where she lays, dripping with cum inside and out, the only thing keeping the hallucinations from getting her into more trouble being totally exhausted. He is considerate to close the door behind him when he leaves, so no one finds her… but he does leave with all her clothing except her underwear and lab coat.

He likes her scent.

He gives her a week to recover, letting the facility get back into rough order before he makes a return. This time, just to be extra invasive, waiting for her at her home. Just reclining like he’s meant to be there. ]

Hey. Miss me?

[After she eventually comes to, she goes home and stays home. An employee like Lin never calls out - no matter how sick she might be. It’s noted on her file. And yet she disappears from work for the rest of the week. She doesn’t talk about it. They don’t ask her questions. If they wound up doing so, she’d just end up dodging them.

It’s obvious what happened - the evidence was all over her office, on the CCTV footage. She’ll notice the unannounced bonus (for her troubles) in her next check, and that’ll be the end of it. Unless more involved therapy sessions are deemed necessary. (She already attends the required amount at the recommended intervals as suggested by HR.)

Going back on Monday is more nerve-racking than she thinks it’ll be. For once, the place she considers more her home than anywhere else seems unpleasant and extremely uncomfortable. She isn’t on her A-game at all. Her team notices her behavior, but they don’t dare say a word about it.

There are no late nights for her. She doesn’t work overtime. She just leaves when the rest of the day shift does. They have plenty of time to get back on track for the quarter’s ritual. It’ll be fine. They were already in a good place before the shakeup happened.

She feels like she can finally breathe once she gets home, and this trend continues throughout the week.

But it doesn’t last for long.

She’s barely in the door and getting settled before coming face to face with him. She feels like she’s going to be sick all over again.]

Jesus fuck - w-what are you doing here?

[ For Asura, that amount of chaos was entirely ordinary. Minor, even. In a way the world was lucky he’d taken such an interest in Wendy. He could have made it so much worse if he hadn’t decided a short period of rest would make his game with her more enjoyable.

It’s not like he cares if the world is destroyed- he’s just as much a twisted sadist elder god as the bunch she’s paid to keep satiated with death and torture. He just likes taking a hands on approach. If those lazy fuckers finally get up to do their own dirty work, he’ll just be involved in the creation of the next world, usually introducing the strangest, scariest stuff- he always works clowns in there.

He stays happily seated, hands behind his head. Acting like a deadbeat boyfriend, but one with the right skills not to get dumped. ]

Isn’t it obvious? I came to see my girl.

[ His voice is, as ever, impossibly and unfairly smooth, his choice of words designed to wake up the beast in her brain he’s put there. Meanwhile his supernatural senses watch her soul to literally see her emotions, from the smallest to the all consuming. ]

I’m not y- oh.

[She’s so quick to snap at him, but her train of thought is easily derailed. It’s almost trance-like, whatever it is he’s managed to do to her. She’s tried suppressing the memories her usual way - busying herself, drinking too much, sleeping more than she should - but nothing’s been working. And now all he has to say to force her to slip are a few little words.

Her pulse quickens, her breathing more noticeable. Is she feeling feverish? Maybe just a bit. That tingling feeling between her thighs is back all of a sudden.]

S-Stop it. Leave me alone.

[There’s an unsettled huff, and it looks like she’s trying to reign herself in but to no avail. The symptoms are flooding back in so quickly.]

Edited 2022-11-16 23:26 (UTC)

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