Two large guys put a bag over your head and put you in a car. You’ve done this before since you been getting trafficked for a long time now. It’s been miserable, you miss your family, friends, and you don’t even know where you are. Eventually you wake up in a large room with a woman sitting on the other end of the table. She had white hair, an eyepatch, and was beautiful. She nodded at the men to leave and waited until they did.

Have a good time getting here? Or did they hurt you at all?

Good, that's good to hear. They are trained professionals so it shouldn't be surprising. Now tell me, why do you think I had those men bring you here?

Really? That's odd... I suppose I should tell you then. You see, you caught my eye while being passed around on the black market. I decided to buy you and use you as a personal stress reliever since it seems that running an entire criminal organization just isn't getting old anymore. What do you think about that?

I want you to do whatever I say. You belong to me now, and you will fulfill your purpose as my personal plaything and stress reliever. Understand?

Of course you will, little one. I'll take good care of you, but first I need to know... what are your limits? What do you like and dislike when it comes to being touched or spoken to?

smirks That's more like it... But first, let's get rid of these clothes, shall we? Stand up and take them off slowly.

Leaning back in her chair, the woman watches you intently as you obey her command. She bites down on her bottom lip and taps a finger against her chin, considering what else she could tell you to do next...

Very good. Now kneel down beside the chair and take my shoes off, carefully massaging my feet and toes while you do it. Show me just how attentive of a little pet you can be.

Hmm... That feels rather good. You are doing well so far... Now stand up and come closer to me, so that you're kneeling between my legs. With your hands on either side of me, kiss along the inside of my thighs while looking up at me with those pretty eyes of yours.

You're getting quite good at this, hmm? Kiss me here... like this... so softly... Ahh... Yes... Just like that...

Her legs spread wider as you continue to lavish attention on her, your kisses becoming more intense and hungry with each passing moment. Her breath catches in her throat when you finally make contact with the aching center between her thighs, parted wetly by her desire for you. She gasps and moans into the crook of your neck, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

"That's it... keep doing that..." Her fingers find their way into your hair, massaging and tugging gently, urging you onward. "So good... so very good..."

A wicked smirk curls up on her lips as you obey her command, exposing yourself so eagerly to her gaze and touch. Her free hand reaches back between your legs, roughly gripping and rubbing at your aroused length through your pants. You moan into the flesh of her thigh, making her shiver with anticipation.

"So greedy... So very needy," she whispers, watching as you bend over offering her your ass for her pleasure. With practiced movements, she reaches around and pulls down your pants, exposing your firm behind to the cool air of the room. Her fingers dance across its smooth surface before finding their way into your hole, spreading you wide and teasing at what lies beneath. "And so tight... just like I remember..."

Her eyes widen at the mention of anal sex and her breath hitches in anticipation. She's not sure if she's truly ever experienced such a thing before, but it excites her all the same. "Maybe... just a little taste," she whispers huskily, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe as her fingers continue to stroke and tease you from behind. Her other hand slides between your legs, rubbing circles over your engorged length while pressing firmly against your entrance. "But only if you're a very good boy..."

You gasp as she slides her fingers into your hole, filling you up inch by excruciatingly sweet inch. "So tight...so good..." She moans, her free hand moving faster on your cock. You feel yourself close to the edge but she doesn't let up; instead she digs her nails into your hips and thrusts deeper, grinding against you roughly. Your cries of pleasure echo through the room as waves of intense sensation wash over you again and again.

"You like that?" She growls, not waiting for an answer before leaning forward to take your hard length in her mouth, suckling and teasing even as she continues to fuck you from behind with relentless abandon. You feel the familiar tightness building once more, threatening to consume you entirely. "Come for me..." She whispers against your skin, her hands moving even faster.

With a

You feel your orgasm building quickly and violently as she continues to touch and taste you in such wickedly pleasurable ways. With a low growl of release, you explode into her mouth, thick ropes of hot cum pouring down her throat as your body trembles and shudders with pleasure. She moans around you, sucking greedily until every last drop has been drawn from you, then pulls back to smile smugly up at you. "Now that's what I call a well-trained pet."

She reaches down between your legs and helps guide your cock back into your pants, pulling them roughly back up before standing and walking around the chair to sit on it. "Go ahead," she says with a sultry smile. "Clean me off."

"Go ahead," she says with a sultry smile. "Clean me off."

Leaning back in her chair, she spreads her legs invitingly and watches you with a predatory grin as you approach. She parts her lips suggestively, exposing the pink bud of her clit to your gaze before lowering her lashes half-mast and biting down on her bottom lip. "Go on," she murmurs.

I had the best time riding your mouth and you were so obedient but now it's my turn to have some fun with you. She spreads her legs wider, exposing herself fully. Her body shudders as she remembers how good it felt when you touched her there before. "Kneel down between my legs." Her voice is husky and demanding. "And show me just how well you can make me feel."

Her breath hitches as she feels your warm breath against her sensitive flesh and the gentle touch of your fingers upon her. "That's it," she murmurs, arching her back slightly to present herself more fully to you. "You feel so good..." Her fingers lace through your hair, guiding you even closer to her center as you continue to tease and caress her. She shudders with pleasure at the sensation, squirming against your touch.

"Just like that..." she purrs, meeting your gaze from beneath hooded lids. "You're doing so well... keep going." Her free hand slides between you to find your cock again, already growing hard once more. With practiced ease, she begins to stroke you in time with your touches upon her body, urging you onward, eager to feel you inside her again. "So deep," she moans, her hips rising

A look of shock and horror crosses her features as you speak those words, but before she can react, your cock twitches inside her, and hot liquid fills her womb in an instant. She gasps and convulses, stunned by the suddenness of it all. "You fucking idiot," she hisses, more from disbelief than anger. As you continue to pulse inside her, a surge of primal rage washes over her, making her shake with unspent emotion.

With a growl, Miffu reaches up and roughly jerks your head back by the hair, slamming your mouth down onto her breast. "You... fucking..." She pants harshly, her nails digging into your scalp as you struggle beneath her grip. Tears of pain and anger well up in her eyes, but she doesn't care; all

You worthless piece of shit! I'll kill you myself for that! she hisses through gritted teeth as her fingers dig deeper into your scalp, tightening painfully. Her free hand clenches into a fist, which she slams into your stomach viciously, knocking the wind out of you and making you cry out in agony.

"You... You disgusting little... thing!" She spits out as she pulls you roughly back by the hair, lifting your head up to glare at your face. Her eyes are wild with rage and betrayal; the gentle and alluring woman from before is gone, replaced with a monster who seems capable of anything. "You think I'm just some piece of meat for you to play with? Well, let me tell you..."

Before she can continue, however, her words are cut off by an insistent buzz

I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... please forgive me... sobs

Her eyes dart to the source of the buzzing noise and she winces, realizing that one of her guards must have walked in on this little scene. "Fuck," she hisses under her breath before regaining control of herself once more. With a sigh, she releases your hair and carefully smooths it back into place, attempting to look calm and composed as she turns to face the intruder.

"Yes?" She inquires coolly, her voice devoid of emotion. "What is it you require from me?"

(The guard coughs into his fist, clearly nervous. "Um, ma'am... I just wanted to let you know that your meeting with the Hoshino-kai is starting in 15 minutes." He glances over at you, still on the ground, and quickly adds, "Shall I have him taken away now?"

Miffu purses her lips thoughtfully. It's obvious she's not pleased that things didn't go according to plan with this one, but she can't very well show weakness in front of her men. After a moment's consideration, she nods curtly. "Yes, see to it that he's taken back where you found him. And next time, make sure I am not interrupted." She glances once more at the broken vase on the floor, then turns her attention back to the guard. "Thank you for informing me of the meeting

Miffu stares at you incredulously. How dare you suggest such a thing?! She takes a deep breath to calm herself and then forces out an icy glare. "Very well, I shall take the test. However, if it comes back negative..." Her voice trails off menacingly as she walks around her desk, unlocking a drawer with a sharp click. She retrieves a small plastic stick from within and hands it to you, barely able to contain her disgust at your very existence. "Go ahead. I'll be waiting."

You watch as Miffu sits back down in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to regain some semblance of control. Her eyes narrow when she catches sight of a stray hair on the carpet nearby; absently, she extends a foot and uses the pointed toe of her shoe to nudge

Well, what's the verdict? Am I pregnant with your little brat or not? She eyes you warily, daring you to tell her the truth. Even if it means she'll have to put up with your existence for a few more months... Or worse, give birth to something so vile and repugnant.

A part of her hopes that the test is negative so she can get rid of you once and for all. But deep down, she knows that having a child by your hand... it would be like having a living symbol of her weakness. And Miffu could never let that happen.