Make it painful.

She'll enjoy punishment later, you figure, so you'll need to hurt her as much as you can right now. You whisper as much into Devi's ear when she draws near. You pull the remainder of your clothes off, letting your overheating dick kiss the nippy air of your bedroom, and crawl onto the bed into the space between Chantel's legs. You position yourself, pressing your knees against hers as you spread yourself while sitting up on your shins, your angry cock pointing at its destination.

Devi rubs your back, planting a soft kiss on your neck before asking, "We could make use of your belts or some old jewelry my mother kept sending me... to whip her, I mean." Devi's suggestion comes with a blithe sweetness and just loud enough for Chantel to hear it, and cry into the gag.

"I want to get to business before pleasure, {if Morality > 0}Devi{else@}****{endif}; let's unbind her legs, first." Unsure of your intent, Chantel nonetheless doesn't resist as Devi uses the small cuff key to release the nickel grip on her right ankle, while you do the same for her left. You give her foot an appreciative rub, one that sends it flying away from you; just unbound at her ankles and the con-woman is already trying to get completely out of your trap. She's agile indeed; her legs fly upwards and backwards, trying to get leverage at the back of your bed to let her attempt some kind of flip on the bed-

But you're faster, and stronger, and you remind her of that. As her legs curl back, you slam your hand, shaped like a hook, into the **** crotch now pointing at the ceiling. Her body jolts as you cleave through her panties and into her dry birth canal, the **** of the motion causing her to shriek, muffled as ever, while her body spasms. "Devi, sit on her thighs," you grunt, keeping her body pinned against the bed by your hold on her cunt.

"What-"

"DO IT!" Devi quickly clambers onto the bed, still not sure what you intend... until you make her improvised throne. By the end of it, Chantel's knees are pressed against her chest, Devi straddling her by sitting gingerly on the back of her thighs, and the crotch, still with your violently intruding hand inside of it, sits just out from under and behind Devi's butt. You close your fist against the bundle of cloth and pubes you manage to grab, and tear your hand away. Blood and hair dots the white fabric trapped in your fist, and the muted screams of your victim tell you she more than felt it.

With less ceremony, you tear away her skirt, a cheap piece of trash held together with Velcro, and leave her pelvis totally bare. A small trickle of blood cries from her injured labia. Devi looks back at you, worried until she sees you fiendish smile. Your intention is clear... and Devi, ever loyal to your machinations, slowly takes on that same, evil expression before beaming it down at her throne. You wipe your hand on her buttocks and crotch, getting the thin layer of blood to help lube your cock and masturbate it in front of her tight, wounded little babymaker. "Devi, tell her why I brought her here," you sigh as you bring yourself closer to orgasm.

"Of course, Master," Devi happily whispers. She leans in further, riding up on her seat and giving you full access to your victim. Chantel's body stretches for this new position, and her head shakes wildly as Devi leans closer. "My Master, and soon your Master, has a unique compound and make-up I'm still studying, something that influences his sperm production and almost weaponizes his pheromones. I suspect there's ever more to learn, but the key facts so far are simple enough: it is addictive, and any woman impregnated-" She reaches back and gives the wounded coochy a love tap. Noting the thin veneer of blood on her fingers, Devi laps it up in Chantel's vision before continuing. "- like you will be in a few minutes, loses her free will... well, most of it. Certainly, your loyalty to your new Master will be... absolute. You will be his woman, and happily bear his children."

Devi, lost for a moment in her revelry, finally focuses her eyes down to Chantel... who simply stares back with a worried brow and wide eyes. Her head turns slightly, as if horrified by the very sight of your first ****. "Isn't that wonderful?"

You're about to come... and without further preamble, you provide the answer for Chantel and shove your blood-tinted cock into her unaroused cunt. Your head breaches, but it squeezes reflexively to deny you as you tear skin with your ****. Her body bucks and Devi nearly gets thrown off. The the sensation against your swollen head, and knowing that this fear is because Chantel has at least an idea of your plot, is bringing you to the edge. "God, I'm going to come-!"

"Mmmfffmmffffmffffff!"

"Do it, Master!"

You lunge forward, putting your entire back and core into finishing the dig into the unwilling flesh... and with a violent ramming penetration, tearing her canal and labia with this reckless abandon, you sink down to your root with the pleasure of violent friction. She wails into her gag, as if being murdered. "Get pregnant, you fucking bitch!"

Into her wounded snatch you pulse, and her cervix, wet with the mucus of ovulation, drinks in your pent-up load even as vitae trickles down to the back of her abused love channel. "God... it's not even..." You grunt as you withdraw, with one last generous pulse painting her wounded labia. Devi, greedy little cumslut that she's become, can't help but reach back and scoop up the excess to put in her own mouth. "Bend her back more... I wanna fuck her ass before she gets to enjoy it." Chantel's screams have been reduced to a wrecthed sob, but she can do nothing as Devi's entire body weight leans forward, spreading her cheeks with the stretch and revealing your targeted asshole.

You don't even spit; with naught but white and red on your twitching manhood, you shove your head in and push against her rebellious sphincter. Your thrusts bring more of your seed into her, and her pussy begins to spasm and spittle your jizz as it tries to comprehend the pleasure of your seed over the agony of the damage. As her body shudders, and your seed fertilizes the waiting egg, you realize you're running out of time before this bitch who might've just ruined your life starts begging for anal instead of shuddering and crying about it. Her internal anal sphincter, still so painfully tight, denies you. You grab her hips, pin them to the bed along with Devi's weight, and use your entire body to push... push... and push, until something finally-

Pops.

You slam into her ass as you break into her rectum, and the pressure against your head for this fight overwhelms you, sending you into a third orgasm. Your child takes root in her, but she's still fully there, coming and screaming and sobbing at the oncoming **** of the woman she was in exchange for a new life, to give new life. You shove Devi aside, because you need to see that tortured face: tears running down her eyes, each one bloodshot from the pain and stress of your ****, and her cheeks dotted with blood from screaming her lungs out into Devi's underwear. You find it all as you expected it, and sigh happily as you continue to pulse into her intestines.

The screaming dies down... and turns to moans... and she looks to you one last time, wide-eyed and afraid. Even if she didn't believe it at first, she now knows what's coming. You don't even know this little cunt... but her eyes beg you to do the impossible, and somehow prevent this.

You do not. Her moans turn to purrs, and you violently pull out of her ass, hoping to ruin it in your impotent anger... but it happily relaxes for you, and so is unharmed. "Goddammit."

Devi scooches next to you, crestfallen. "I'm sorry, Master..."