The Don's Girl

Cloud drifted to sleep for awhile, waking up late at night. Don Corneo was naked on the bed, his large, hairy cock twitching menacingly. Cloud wanted to chop it off right then, but something deeper in him was telling him to suck on it. He started to panic, looking behind him. Fuck, there was the tattoo and it matched the Don's tattoo. It wasn't a dream. It was real.

"The **** we give you keeps you conscious, yes," Corneo said. "It's implanted into the back of your neck, you know. No way of getting it out. And you're not the first, but you are the first bitch with a dick. Now, don't be shy, little kitten. Shimmy on over and give daddy some sugar! No need to play coy. Nobody here but you and me… You're even cuter than I thought!"

Cloud's body was primed to exercise its instincts to kill, but his brain **** him to his knees. Corneo waddled over happily, presenting his large, uncut cock to Cloud's lipstick laden pink lips. Cloud growled, but obediently wrapped his soft lips around the thick prick. He felt Corneo's fat hand wrap around his skull. His hips started to push forward. Whatever he was, he was a skillful fucker, Cloud had to admit. He kept rigorous control of Cloud, his meaty hands keeping Cloud just where he wanted him.

Cloud wanted to keep those ... homosexual ... thoughts in the VR realm where they belonged. The two men in black ... well, those were honest mistakes. But that was apparently no longer his reality anymore. Just as he was blanking out and getting into it, the Don pulled out.

"All fours, cunt," he said. "Wag that pale ass for Daddy."

Cloud's body was on fire, wanting to resist, and his brain was of two minds. One telling him to obey. One telling him to run. It knew the promise of Hojo put into that chip. Everytime he fucked Cloud, he'd lose an inch. But Cloud got onto all fours, wagging his ass at Corneo anyhow.

"That's a good cunt," Corneo purred, slapping his ass. He clinically lubricated Cloud's ass. "Looking forward to this you know. Pussy gets rote sometimes. This'll finally be something ... new." Cloud grunted as Corneo fed the tip of his big cock into Cloud's ass. Then Cloud felt something else in his ass, as a thick needle started to pump him full of feminine hormones and masculinity blockers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cloud grunted, protesting without doing anything about it. The Don frowned.

"We'll have to get those vocal cords clipped," he said, going back to pushing his cock into Cloud's ass, till he was finally seated balls deep, Cloud's ass massaging his cock perfectly. "Fuck yes ... Leslie. Call that doctor from Shinra that Hojo referred us to. I want this bitch's moans an octave higher by tomorrow." He laid his phone down on Cloud's back, then wrapped his hands into Cloud's softening hips, and started to rut forward.

Cloud moaned, his cock hanging limp between his thighs, but leaking copious precum ... and then ...

"Oh God ... Daddy ... cumming," Cloud squealed. The Don popped him hard on the ass.

"What a faggot you are!" Corneo squealed, slapping his ass again and again, feeding him thick prick. "It makes me want ... it makes me want to ... fuck ... cumming!"

The Don roared, pushing in balls deep into Cloud's ass, spitting the thickest, richest seed Cloud could ever imagine ... making Cloud want it even more. Then he leaned down, the fat greasy man kissing the beautiful Cloudette ... with nary a hint of protest. Then Cloud heard the click of a camera.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head. Just a picture to preserve the moment! And to ensure you don't do anything inappropriate like say "No"…" Corneo said, taking a series of compromising photos of Cloud.

"Asshole…" Cloud said weakly.

"Oh! Praise me more!" Corneo said, laughing uproariously.