Later that night...

It's getting late. The digital clock in Xenia's studio apartment (barely an efficiency really) reads 8:07PM. You still have time to make the train back home before it gets really dicey in your neck of the woods, but thankfully she lives in a nice enough part of town, close to her campus. You're currently laying in a twin-sized bed, one that was more than enough for its owner by herself, and watch as said owner grinds her well-fucked crotch on your knee, squeezing your naked leg with her thighs as she comes yet again, maybe from the sweat on your skin pushing pheromones uselessly into your ****'s impregnated hole, or maybe because you've irrevocably broken her.

You've spent the better part of the night using her and eating most of her food, so you ordered her to please herself with you while you take a moment to rest. You both showered to clean off all that you two exchanged today, but then just kept going until she ran out of microwaveable chimichangas (you were surprised and inappropriately delighted to know she loves them almost as much as you do). Now, satiated and full, you take a minute to appreciate her.

In the dim light from her kitchen (just a few feet from her bed), her silhouette is enticing, and eerily beautiful as it gyrates. Her breasts, hips and thighs are small, but when combined with her figure they create a woman all but made to have children. The bliss in her face as she notices your attention completes the illusion that she might agree. "You know, Master," she all but sings in an innocent voice, "I've never even had a boyfriend until now." She swaps her knees, bringing her full-sized ass into view as she lowers herself again on your leg, groaning as she does so.

"You're..." You catch yourself hesitating, and chuckle. It wasn't like you had anything to fear, now. {if Morality < -10}This cunt was yours forever. "You were always a mean cunt at the office, so I can only imagine."{else@} "You were always really unapproachable to us, back in the office."{endif}

"I..." A small, fluttering sigh. A new layer of her nectar slathers your knee. "... can't trust anyone besides you, Master. Everyone treats me differently, and the only guys who would ask me out in high school just wanted to be able to say they got to fuck a... a..."

"Midget?" {if@ Morality > 0}You put no malice behind it, not this time.{endif}

She sighs, for the first time with a measure of displeasure, but she does not stop entertaining your gaze. Her tiny back arches and, in a surprising show of flexibility, she curves back enough to meet your eyes... and bring the top of her breasts in view. "I never knew trust... I never could, except my mom. I didn't think I could trust you either, but... well, why did you fuck me, Master? Did you want to know what fucking a dwarf was like? Did you want to use me to satisfy that kind of... curiosity?"

"The reasons are much more complicated than that," you carefully confess.

She glances back with an oddly knowing smile. "See, Master? That's what made me yours... not your wonderful... wonderful cum, but how you don't even really see me as a dwarf... just another woman. A small one, but that's it. I'm just sad that I misunderstood you for so long..."

It's by far the most positive light anyone had put on your ignorance about her. Frankly, you almost start believing it. "Honestly, I don't care that you're little... other than the problem of this bed size." She laughs, earnestly, but you bring her to a moan merely by bending your leg an inch or so off said bed. "You won't have to worry about that, though... there's a nice, big bed where I live, now. You can join me there, live with me... you'll still go to work, of course, because I might need you. But every spare moment you have... you'll be there, and want for nothing."

She smiles, but a worried furrow stops her from being totally enthralled with the idea. "My... I shouldn't have missed class today... I really don't have much time at all for that, Master. My scholarships require me to go full time, and I have weekend courses." You bend your knee involuntarily, and she moans the rest of her request. "I... of course, every moment I do have will be yours, Master, and I'll study in your apartment, so... I can still be yours, even while following my old ambitions-!" Her words are ended with her shuddering body straightening as she tries to get more of your leg into her crotch, an impossible feat that still looks impressive. Her body glistens in the night.

She's your **** now, certainly, and you have from her what you wanted... but you wouldn't have her every spare moment, if she went to school. But you need only order it, against what she wants even in this addled, enslaved state, and she'll forsake her family, her friends, and possibly her future for you.

You've already stolen her free will...