[Chantel's Arousal < 4] You're to her into silence.

You can see that your efforts aren't going to pay off very well... and granted, you just told her she'd lose herself to become your sex ****, just like the girls you've paraded before her so far. Having pushed her for as long and as hard as you could, you finally approach the bed, cock erect and ready to do the deed. If you weren't almost supernaturally aroused thanks to AARS, your perceived "defeat" here might've softened you a bit... but you're as turgid as ever as you {if@ Chantel_xenia = true}withdraw your dwarf and kneel between her spread thighs{else}kneel between her spread thighs{endif}. Sensing your swollen head at the entrance of her pussy, the dangerous weapon that could turn her into another cock-thirsty slut in your harem, her hips buck wildly as she suddenly screams at the top of her lungs.

"NO! PLEASE! DON'T-" {if@ Chantel_ophelia = true}Ophelia quickly smothers her with her tit, trying almost uselessly to silence the woman until, with all the spite and self-preservation she can muster, Chantel bites the Hell out of that sensitive hump.{if@ Ophelia_milkrack = true} A wild spray of milk drenches the con-woman's head, but does nothing to drown her yelling.{endif} By the time Chantel inhales to scream again, you've shoved the panty-wad back into her mouth... but you fear the damage is done.{elseif Chantel_diana = true}Diana quickly dives downward, only using both hands to cup the whore's mouth and nose instead of daring using her mouth or tongue again. The screams are muffled and incoherent, but still worryingly loud. Eventually her threatening bites urge Diana's hands off, but you've shoved the panty-wad back into her mouth by the time Chantel inhales to scream again. The sudden (relative) quiet is a relief, but you fear the damage is done.{elseif Chantel_devi = true}Devi can only work to shoot her hand up, and nearly withdraws it just as fast as Chantel bites her middle finger nearly to the point of bleeding. By the time Chantel inhales to scream again, you've shoved the panty-wad back into her mouth... but you fear the damage is done.{else}Your whores scramble to quiet her, fingers and thighs and whatever else is near used to smother her until you can shove the panty-wad back into her mouth... but that scream, and the mad scramble and bumps against the walls... there's no way that went unnoticed by your neighbors.{endif}

"Fuck!" you hiss from between your teeth. In your anger, no matter your original intent, you shove yourself into her sopping cunt mercilessly. Despite how wet she's become, however, you're **** to witness the hate and fear in her face when her head isn't thrashing to and fro. Her limbs occasionally find enough purchase to throw off one of the girls or bindings holding them, forcing mad scrambles and panicked hushing as you angrily fuck the partner or girlfriend or whatever-the-fuck of the man who came into your home to **** and rob you. All this, and she's acting like she's the victim.{if@ Morality > 0}.. and sure, she is, but that's not the point!{endif} A growing, vindictive urge to make her suffer has you squeezing your fingers into her hips as you bash her pelvis against yours, enjoying the tugs of flesh that no lubrication can ease inside of her, and the stunning pain of your violation as her eyes go reeling. "I wonder where I'll keep you?" you hiss bitterly. "What good is a con-girl in New York? Maybe I'll make you do honest work, and actually put out for strangers for cash... would you like that?" She howls something incoherent into the gag, and you quicken your pace as pleasure finally boils over your anger. Reaching up, you pinch and twist her nipples, stretching her humble breasts upward and reveling in how her back arches, desperately trying to relieve the pain of your tugging. "Here you go, Chantel... here's what you... DESERVE...!" One final, ****, free scream into her gag... and your seed fills her up inside, shoveling burps of sperm through the tight muscle of her cervix as it quickly overflows and leaks out from her well-worn cunt. Your cock begins to withdraw halfway through pumping her full in mock relief... except you're really just tormenting her mid-orgasm, and suddenly shove back to the hilt, enjoying the pressure, the stretching inside of her as you displace more of you cum onto the mattress. She weeps, sniffles, chokes on her own spit and the fluids in the gag, and her body quakes with mortal terror as you lay upon her, pressing naked flesh to flesh, and caressing her face until the quivering stops.

The next day...

You never did end up hearing from your neighbors or the police, though that meant nothing in the long run: you've called sudden, violent noise coming from elsewhere in the apartment, only to never see hair nor head of a police officer. It might be in a database somewhere, or those neighbors might talk to the wrong government employee one day, and then they might connect that to the body in the trash and... well, you can't worry about that right now. Laying in your bed, contemplating the botched little mission of yesterday, and stroking the straight black hairs on Chantel's (real name: Emma Chin, though you decide to continue calling her Chantel as punishment) head. She looks up at you, trying to cheer you up with a smile and, thanks to the tiny growth in her uterus, frowning as guilt washes over her. "I'm sorry, Master..." You inhale sharply, but say nothing more. "I... him and I, we had a good gig going. I mean, sure some people took big hits... sometimes I wondered if they'd really be OK once we left, but... I mean, none of that really mattered once-"

"Cooking," you finally decide. She looks up at you, startled at the first word you've told her since the night before. Your bodies are entwined and resting on the cold, drying stains of all of last night's mistakes, but still you manage to realize how very hungry you are, and how very useful she might be. "Are you any good at cooking?"

"... Why, yes! It's not particularly a passion, but I learned plenty fr-"

"You're going to {if@ Nutmeg_slave = true}help Nutmeg in the kitchen, then{else}cook for me and the girls, then{endif}. Maybe I'll find something better for you to do in the future... and if you cook really well, maybe I'll reward you."

"I'm..." Disappointed, she lowers her head and pouts. "Of course, Master... if that's what you think is best." There is a charm there, in her subservience, her disappointment in not being given a more active role in your bed... and for the first time, you derive pleasure from a **** from some kind of punishment that isn't sexual...

{if Morality > 0}You try not to nurture the notion.{else@}You could get used to this.{endif}