[Devi] Go and see if your can help.

You barge in your former apartment, now turned into a lab for your most productive ****, and catch her spread eagle on your coffee table. Heavily panting, biting her lips, one hand resting on the table, and the other stuck between her legs, it's no wonder what you interrupted. It helps that, by your stipulated rule, she's wearing naught but a lab coat to mark when she is in the middle of an "experiment". Experiments, indeed, given that the most productive thing she's doing is rubbing some middling remains of your baby batter onto and into her pussy. She's keeping it shaved, as you like, but drawing close you can smell that she has, indeed, dedicated herself to her "research": her malnourished body has the lightest stink of her own body and your seed, the latter either because of your use or her current experiment. It seems basic self-care still escapes her, perhaps more than ever now that she has you to obsess over: a workaholic nerd in love, or something like it.

Still, her purpose now was to please you, and such failures fell short. Perhaps she should spend more time with you, or you could give another **** the duty to look after her when you're away fucking the next slut. Your brooding shows on your expression as you approach her shivering form, and she gasps in surprise while falling onto her knees before you, eyes cast down.

"Pardon me, Master! The smell of the sample... I couldn't resist it and swallowed most of it... Then..."

You interrupt her. "Are you implying your bad behavior is due to my precious seed?"

"No, of course not!" she blurts out, comically panicked. "It's just... I'm weak and... and I failed you, Master. Will you... punish me?"

You pretend to think about it. You don't care, really, and so far you haven't found any suitable punishment for whatever this little bitch could do wrong. You don't want to beat her, you can't **** her since she's ever ready to consent, and you sure as hell weren't about to deprive her (you) of sex.

"I'll think about it. Right now, we have to talk... anally." you add after a short reflection of her prone ass.

She jumps on her feet, already accustomed to and eager for what you desire. "Yes, Master!" She removes her lab coat and put her hands on the table, legs spread, bare ass enticing you to deliver.

You place yourself behind her, unbuckling your pants and freeing your cock from it's shrinking prison, and violently shove into her brown hole without so much as a suggestion of lubrication. She lets a loud yell escape her lungs and involuntarily attempts to sway her waist, her gyrations doing little as she's impaled onto you. The flasks on the table are shaking as you ravage her ass, and sheets of paper slowly slide to the ground. You know there's both pain and pleasure in her screams, and revel in them.

"What di-did you want to talk ab... about, Master?" she asks between cries.

"Your neighbor... upstairs... the woman who... has spent every day... and night... wailing." Each pause marks a deep, dry thrust and a grunt.

Devi does her own wailing under your abusive fucking, struggling to answer through the agony of your violent, anal ****. She muffles her screams with surprising effort, which is good when the walls are thin as they are.

"I know... next to nothing! But I can readily d... draw a hypothesis... based on the evidence: given she... as you pointed out... often displays a behaviour... suggesting suffering... either physical, emotionaAAAl or both... I suspected she might... be victim of domestic ****... You might have noticed... her husband features a... heavy hmmm... musculature and an aggressive and irra... irrational demeanor." You wish you didn't. That religious gorilla frightened you, in your one encounter. You increase the pace and **** of your buttfucking, a token punishment for reminding you of that ugly goon, but she doesn't stop her report. "Therefore, I... once... I tried to approach her while he... was away anmm... initially to conv... vince her to get help... Possibly... press charges. " She's now panting and sweating heavily, but continue her resume. "She, however, de... denIED any such... ****... staed th... source of her distress... his absence... just left her and their newborn baby... went on a motorcycle road trip... calm down... some argument... She then acc... accused me of witchcraft... depravity... called me... temptress... Among other things. I... I'd rather not repeat."

You sneer. "So much for helping people. So, was she... tempting?"

"I... I don't know... She didn't even... open her door to me!"

You finally unload in her, filling her dirty ass with your cum, and continue fucking her hole until you're left dry, your dick splashing in her viscous cave while she howls like a dog in heat.

Your seed lubricates her backdoor, and so the fun is over. You withdraw from her and start looking for what might remain of the food you had before moving, leaving Devi to squat onto the coffee table, her asshole dripping blood and semen... and her face painted in bliss.

With half-hearted little sighs, she continues to speak from her prone, wounded position. "If I may ask, Master... What was the reason for this question? Do you have... plans, for her?"