Finish this in the HVAC Room.

There's no sense in trying to hide what you've been doing to her now, given the mess she's made and the mess you've made of her. You have to think fast: where can you take her, coated in urine and sobbing like a scorned kid, and still secure your plans for her? You grab a candy bar from your desk, a nutty one full of protein, and try to ignore the parallels as you chew it with one hand while leading the cum-drunk, moaning, and mindlessly dazed dwarf with the other. In another moment, you're all but tossing her into the dimly lit chamber of the back room, a soundproofed chamber where the office servers and the HVAC tech are housed. No surprise about that, because the machines roar loud enough to drown out even her pitiful blubbering. Eagerly, you close the door and make silent your corner of the office.

Xenia sits on her butt, legs splayed open, and cries loudly and openly like a child, the image made disturbingly accurate for one so small in stature. "Wuh... Wuh-why is this happening to meee-hee-heeeee?" she weeps.

{if Morality > 0}You pity her, but this was no state to leave her in. Changing your mind now would just mean more confusion, more suffering for her, and legal consequences for you. You try to make this about her safety, if only to alleviate your conscience. "It'll be over soon, Xenia, don't worry." You stroke yourself erect, and find yourself wondering what will even happen to her. Will she lose her drive for school and work? {if Devi_slave = true}Devi has to all but be ordered to keep up anything beyond masturbation and fucking... was Xenia similarly doomed?{endif} It's too late for these thoughts. You're hard now, and ready to close this chapter in her life, if only to save your own.{elseif Morality > -10}You grimace at the sight. What she did to you was hardly deserving of all this... but your fun has taken you this far, and you had **** but to finish the job. "Don't worry, I have a way to make it all better." You stroke yourself erect, eager to finish this.{else@}You grin wickedly, enthralled and stroking a painful erection. You all but inhale the rest of the candy bar, eager to fuel all it would take to break the office imp. "Because you're a filthy, soiled little brat," you declare, boldly removing your underwear and pants altogether, "but don't worry: I've got the cure for that right here."{endif}

She looks up at you, confused and terrified as you undress for what's to come. But her eyes can't help but drift to your manhood, that deific fountain of nectar she openly, consciously craves. "Please, just... feed-" She stops herself, but it's too late: you know she wants more. Coldly, you march up to her and, as she stands, her head bumps against the head of your rigid cock... followed shortly by her mouth closing over it. She whimpers and shivers with her crying, but she can't keep from soiling herself further, drooling all over her chin as her head eagerly bobs in its attempt to swallow your tool, all while she is still unaware of your intent, still unaware that she won't be able to say no when you fill her stomach again.

{if@ Morality < -10}"See Xenia? Isn't this better?" you mock her. "I'm going to come in your stomach for the fourth- yes, fourth- time today. Do you have any clue what that'll do to you? Because I do."{else}"You know, if it's any consolation, it seems like the women I... take... seem happier than they ever were before. {if Morality > 0}It would only be for a little while.{endif} Wouldn't you rather be happy than free?"{endif} She continues to shake her head, maybe trapped answering your rhetorical question, maybe because she's already terrified of you. But she doesn't dare stop. She just stares at your stomach as she blows you, too frightened to meet your hungry gaze; too afraid of the humiliation of returning it.

{if@ Morality < -10}"Well, it's pretty simple: see, I figure you're barely half a woman already," you moan as her mouth kisses the root of you, burying her nose in your pubic hair, "so it's probably twice as effective on you... since you can't refuse to suck my dick now, I think you're going to strip out of your clothing." She wails into the microphone trapped in her throat, and your voice shudders with you. "Y-You'll spread your virgin little cunt." She puts her hands on your thighs to push you away, but can only must enough resistance to futily rub them, as if to encourage you. Her eyes go wide looking at her own arms as they refuse to obey her. "And you'll beg me... to knock... you... UP!"{else}"Well, it's pretty simple: see, I figure you're an easy drunk," you moan as her mouth kisses the root of you, burying her nose in your pubic hair, "so my cum is probably twice as effective on you... and since you can't refuse to suck my dick now, I think you're going to strip out of your clothing for me. Then... we're going to fuck right here, cozy and private as it is." Her legs kick the ground in futile, impotent rage. "When I'm done putting a baby in you," you start, and earn her hands placed on your thighs to push you away... only to betray no strength left in her to resist, "you'll lose yourself... you'll obey my every word, no matter what I ask." She wails into the microphone trapped in her throat, and your voice shudders with your body. "But I-I am... a kind... Master, Xenia. You don't hafta worry..." You start to grunt as you feel the last dose bubbling in your balls, eager to inseminate her very brain with all the consent you needed. {if Morality > 0}"You just... need... to SWALLOW-!"{else@}"You only need... to... OBEY-!"{endif}{endif}

"MMMMMMMGN-" And down the chute it goes, drowning her free will in the pale reward for her {if Morality > 0}ovulating{else@}hubris{endif}. Her arms weaken, grow slack, and then tense up again... to hug your hips as she tries, desperately, to bring you deeper into her throat. The pleasure is too overwhelming to do anything but let her, and so she drives more seed out of you and into her destiny. Her body convulses as she chokes for her pleasure, and her hands start to unbuckle her pants before you can even tell her to do it, her tiny fingers diving into her black, spider web-designed panties and working her clit as she comes.

"Take off your clothes."

She struggles with obeying you, with wanting to masturbate more, and that tiny, drowning voice that wants to tell you no. Her pants and panties come off, soaked in every thread with every fluid she's leaked, and nearly fists her own cunt as she drives four fingers into it, stretching it to accommodate her arousal with one hand and, with the other, fingers her cum-soaked mouth, lacing your baby batter between her tiny digits. You stroke yourself off too, having never gotten soft, and start to lose yourself in the stink of her in this tiny chamber, and her in the pheromones that were naught but icing on the cake of jizz in her guts.

Despite this depraved scene, against all the chemicals sloshing rapidly into her body and brain, she still has enough to beg for a single mercy. "Please," she moans, "I... I'm saving my... myself, for marriage I... please...!" Her plea, spoken in gasps, is cut off by another orgasm. Her last mental dams crack. She can't stop herself, now, from driving both hands into her tiny pussy, her **** strokes shoving more and more of your indomitable jizz past her pussy lips, glistening with the mixture of her fluids, and into her tight and tiny canal, driving herself ever closer to becoming yours forever.