Strip her down.

{if Morality > 0}Whatever reservations you had about **** your young into her couldn't withstand your lack of creativity. She was fully dressed and only hardly under your influence, so your only route was to struggle with her before painting her insides with your baby batter. She'd understand if she knew the stakes, surely.{endif}

Her boss won't notice her absence until noon. No one will probably even notice either of you being missing for at least an hour, and you know you don't even need that much time anyways. You stalk over to her, trying to keep a smile going as she desperately glances from side to side. Aside from some legal paperwork, she has nothing to arm herself with or use to block your advance. She tries to scamper to your left, but only succeeds in being trapped in your bear hug. "HEEEELP! GOD HELP, SOMEBODY!" She screams with lungs of a full-grown adult, but aside from making you wince with her volume she does nothing but tire herself out. Whatever volume she could achieve, it wouldn't even be a soft, muffled conversation to someone pressing their ear against the door, which no one would do. With her arms pinned under yours, you quickly work the simple two-button latch on her pants and zip her fly open. Without ceremony or grace, you dump her on her back, and {if Morality > 0}wince{else@}smirk{endif} as her head bounces audibly on the cement. Her tiny arms, now freed, go to clutch her head as you pull up, and her hands just aren't fast enough to catch her pants before they've slipped completely off of her.

Scampering away, she puts distance between you as you stalk over to the door... and tie the door handle to a freezing-cold pipe with her pants. Satisfied with the binding, you look back to her, and tears have started to stream down her face. "Derek, please, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to get you in trouble, if this is about-"

{if Morality > 0}"I'm sorry too," you shout over the machines. You offer her a shrug and a half-hearted attempt at looking apologetic. "It's nothing personal, really."{else@}"Don't worry, you little fucktoy," you declare with a cackle over the screaming fans all around you, "you're going to make it up to me... by letting me inside."{endif}

Her eyes go wide, and she swings and thrashed wildly as you go in to grab her. {if Morality > 0}Not wanting to hurt her more than necessary, you patiently wait out her struggles, keeping your calm and strength conserved despite the pumping adrenaline and lust in you while she, perhaps in a mixture of real terror and pheromone-induced fatigue, thrashes wildly until she's too tired to catch you. With a swift motion, the blouse becomes a quickly-unsuccessful pair of handcuffs, and is just as promptly discarded.{else@}You have no patience for your victim's thrashing, but you also realize she needs to walk out of here unharmed... Well, not visibly harmed. "That's enough of that, now," you declare and, with a hand enveloping her face, you shove her head down and back, slamming it ruthlessly into the cement. Stunned again, she doesn't resist as her shirt is roughly peeled up and over her head, not until you're already forcing it up and past her shoulders. With her last outermost layer gone and only underwear hiding your prize, you try to appreciate her in the dim light.{endif}

She's still cradling her head, tears in her eyes, as you soak in the sight of your young rival in the poor lighting. Despite her body-type and stuck-up attitude, or at least despite what YOU thought that would mean, she wears tantalizing black underwear, webbed and see-through in all the right places and properly concealing just enough dignity to make you hunger for more. You have to laugh at the spiders woven into the patterns; you'd guess she was quite the little goth only a few years ago. "I'm a vir... no, this is a crime, Derek, please-!" she sobs only the first halves of pleas that she can manage, her words becoming incoherent until she starts screeching for help again, to the no one who could possibly hear her.

{if Morality > 0}You were smart to take her here for this, but it's hard to appreciate right now. If not for how oddly attractive her tiny body is to you now, you might've given up this query... oh, and the criminal charges. Yes, well, only one way left to survive this encounter, now.{else@}"Your resistance is only making my penis harder, you little troll," you chuckle darkly.{endif} She didn't need her underwear intact, you decide, and so you roughly pull her bra off, revealing at last those tiny dark dots on her tanned perky little breasts. You dig your nails into her hips as you claw away her fancy panties, revealing a trimmed bush of tiny black hairs and, as you pull her legs skyward to pull the underwear off, a smooth, fat little burger between her legs, seeming almost impossibly small for your engorged manhood. You stand over her prone body, panties still balled in your fist, and take her in. Her shoulder-length black hair, her glistening brown eyes, her tiny arms trying desperately to cover whatever illusion of decency she'll forget once you've had your way... and, with your sixth sense, the waiting egg hovering in her abdomen, daring you to fill the tiniest of adult wombs you might ever fuck with your spunk.