[Morality < -20] Absolve her.

You came to this moment with only the illest of intentions, and a hunger that only grew with every additional glimpse of your meal. It lays splayed out before you now, on a pillow-like platter and so totally at your mercy... and the paddle in your hands, burdened with the crimes of that man-ape Daniel Cross, strikes a fear in your prey that is all but tangible. Your every movement is felt by your nether regions, your clothing there held taut against your erection. Gripping the paddle, you're a bit afraid of what you're discovering about yourself, now emboldened by your newfound power... afraid, and euphoric. With a swing of this paddle, you could herald the coming of your true self, and in more ways than one.

You let the paddle rest on her spasming buttocks, tensing and untensing as she tries to predict when you'll strike. You take your dick out, stroking it as you revel in her terror, occasionally swiping her soaked groin, in piss and her own arousal, with that same hand to enhance your masturbation. You inhale sharply as you pull the paddle back, and she cries out against her gag, bracing for a blow that you don't deliver... and after repeating this for several minutes, you're about to come after only barely touching her.

But waste not, want not. With the head of your scepter slick with her own fluids, you pull her cheeks apart and drive into her virgin ass. She tries to clench against this intrusion, but the lubrication and your entire body weight overcomes; you invade her rectum just as you feel your pleasure bubbling over and, with the intense pressure of her asshole, blasting her intestines with jizz. Her moans change in tone as she receives a complete dose to that wide and sensitive membrane, and as she comes her tongue probes all around the cum-soaked wad in her mouth, increasing the influence.

"From now on, until I say otherwise, you're to remain quiet," she shakes her head as she comes down from her climax, and to drive home the point you clench her hair and pull her head up. Her eyes squint in pain as you hiss into her ear. "Silence! Or I'll hit you harder than I'm about to hit you."

Muted whimpering is all that follows once you release her head... and with the paddle in your hands, you smile down at her. Such a conservative girl: she's keeping your tall glass of cum locked nice and tight inside her ass. That probably made it worse for her free will, sure, but you can't help but see it as a challenge. "Let's loosen you up a bit, cupcake."

You raise the paddle, and with little more than gravity behind it, you slap it against her fat ass, watching the impact jiggle in her hips, cheeks and thighs. Her reaction breaks the only rule you had set: you starts to wail against her gag, and you can barely make out her pleading as if you meant to kill her with that soft blow. Her ass wasnt even colored by the impact. "Honey... what did I tell you?" you coo from outside her vision. "Now I have to hit you harder... and I'll keep hitting you harder until you quiet down." She tries to strangle her weeping, but fails; to you, she's all but begging for it now. "You need discipline in your life, I know... that's why you let yourself be **** and impregnated by your own dad," you taunt. Her whimpering quiets down as she buries her face in the bed. "Foster dad, sure... but that's fucked up. You know what you are?" You crawl onto the bed and over her, your hardening cock dragging up her thigh, against her sex, and then pointed down at her filled, straining asshole. You remove your shirt and let her feel your flesh pressed against her back as you whisper into her ear. "Damaged goods... a whore bought and used up for the rest of her life." She cries loudly again. You don't know how she might've taken this observation sober... but with so much of your chemicals in her blood, your words become truer with every passing minute. That there is a kernel of truth in these, one she has been denying herself since she was an adolescent, begins to disintegrate the world she thought she knew. "You can see it, right? The bars of your prison... they're crosses. It's even in your name, which he also took from you... keeping you around like the baby factory he raised you to be."

Her whimpering begins to quiet down... and for the first time in minutes, she looks at you. You meet her gaze... and find a hollow soul there. She is silent as she stares at you, as you instructed... "Now I still have to punish you for being loud, earlier... so you have to be quiet now that I'm going to be hitting you truly. Understand?" She rests her head on her side... quiet, like an inert doll. Her gaze is somewhere far away now, and you realize you might've ruined your fun a bit early.

"Only one way to be sure," you mutter to yourself, picking up the paddle. {if Evo_bulgingbiceps = true}You don't put your full strength behind it, of course... you don't want to shatter her pelvis with your evolved musculature. But y{else@}Y{endif}out grip the wood tightly with every intention of hurting her. The paddle raises into the air, you inhale sharply, she lays there like a fish... and you strike home with a powerful, downward blow. The slap of wood on ass claps like thunder, her entire body jolts... but she says nothing. As you withdraw the paddle, you appreciate the flecks of blood that have now formed in thin slices from the uneven wood splintering... and, thanks to the **** of the blow, the small explosion of your seed that burst from her ass and onto the paddle. It flows from her like a fountain now, dribbling over her soaked labia to further threaten her mind.

You toss the paddle, no longer entertained by it, and go around the bed eyeing her face, hoping to see some reaction... and all that has changed is that she no longer wipes tears from her face onto the bed. A dribble of saliva and semen leaks from the corner of her mouth. She remains quiet, even as she releases your jizz from the pain. Ophelia Cross is, by paddle, by cruelty, and, you'd like to think, mostly by truth, broken inside.

A door opens. You ignore it; it must've been a neighbors, after all. She ignores it too, but you don't realize how unimportant that consideration is now. So, when you finally realize the stomping footsteps are coming from inside the apartment, the bedroom door flies open.

Daniel Cross is, as was previously described, a physically imposing man. A bushy brown mustache and head of hair on tanned features, a body that was almost square with how wide it was, and an intimidating vertical six feet of man besides. Most of his body was likely muscle, with all his fat stored in the dad-bod that no shirt can hide... and that was then, when he was complaining about the volume of your pornography and near-threatening you with **** over it.

Here now, after the shock, was the Mr. Cross you were to confront after seeing his violated wife tied to their bed, and her violator hovering over her. His body surges towards yours, his massive hands reaching to grab hold of you as he screams incoherently.

You nearly lunge for the paddle until you realize he'll be around the bed before you can get to it. You're able to slap away his hands in a sudden, **** defense. You're only barely winded by the paddling and all the prep work, but more than anything you're cowed by this man who, in his animalistic fury, clearly means to kill you. Unfortunately, there's only so many places to run: he corners you and, with his massive fist, punches you directly in the face.{if@ Evo_bulgingbiceps = true}.. except your hand is there before his, and holds back his outstretched fist.{else} You're stunned as your nose shatters in an explosion of blood, but his barrage doesn't cease, and even the screams of horror from his wife can't stop him from exacting ****. But you'll never know the full extent of the horror and viscera that resulted from your corpse... because you lost consciousness the moment his thumbs began to press into your eyes.

BAD END{endif}