Branding 11
I could feel her belly against my lap as she lay there. Her weight was so light it felt less like a person and more like I'd placed a small pillow on my knees.
"Ugh, ah, o-okay, I got it. I got it..."
I lightly kneaded her reddened ass. It was soft and squishy. The heat still lingered.
"Hng..."
Every time I massaged her ass, a faint moan escaped her lips. Half of it seemed like pain. With her butt all flushed and a man's hands adding to it, it wasn't surprising if it hurt. But the other half was filled with hot, ragged breaths.
"Yeah, that's more like it."
Our original plan had been for me to take her by force, like some kind of rapist. But once I had her in my arms, I realized it was dangerous. Specifically, I had no idea how much force to use to stop her without going too far. If it was just a quick sting, it could pass as part of the play. But the moment a fist came into it, things got real.
"You'll listen better from now on, right?"
"Hng, y-yes, yes. I'll listen, so please, I'll listen..."
She was like glass. One wrong move, and she'd shatter like a soap bubble. A trip to the hospital after sex or her collapsing in pain was the last thing I wanted.
I brought my hand to her pussy. Set-a flinched and trembled. This was another reason I couldn't just take her right away. She was wet, but my dick wasn't small. To fit inside her body, more preparation was needed.
"N-not there, ugh, fingers, no..."
I teased her. Lightly brushed her clit, stirred her hole. As time passed, her body gradually loosened up.
If this doesn't work, then it's really not gonna.
Her pussy was plenty wet, but I still felt uneasy. More fingering probably wouldn't relax her further anyway. If it didn't work like this, it was just a matter of size difference.
"Here I go."
I pressed my dick against Set-a's ass as she lay there.
"Th-this..."
No long explanations needed. I thrust my dick into Set-a's pussy.
"U-ugh? Ah, aaah, aaaaaah!!!"
"Hng..."
It clenched tight. Her walls were relaxed enough, but the space was woefully inadequate to take me. Like forcing her pussy open, my dick pushed inside.
"Aaaaaah!"
Her body jerked. Deep inside her, my dick made her tremble instinctively. Just getting it in was no easy feat. I controlled my speed patiently, which only made me more vividly aware of how much of my dick was buried in her. I was stretching her. Defiling her pure, untouched pussy with my cock. Remolding it to my shape.
But even through all that, my dick hadn't made it in halfway yet.
"Aaaah, ugh, huu, haa..."
I paused, watching her. She was shaking. Panting raggedly, as if just enduring what was already inside was a struggle.
A sense of taboo depravity washed over me. Forcing her down, giving her that ridiculous "discipline," and finally shoving my dick in. I couldn't brush it off with "it's all just acting anyway." "This is all for your sake" didn't fly either—not with my cock already inside her pussy. I couldn't draw a clear line between performance and sincerity.
"M-more..."
But hearing her words, I couldn't hold back any longer. She was panting. The girl who'd been so defiant was now under me, fully exposing her ass, back, shoulders, and neck, whimpering as she endured my cock. It felt so lewd, so erotic. My already hard dick felt like it swelled even more inside her.
"Haaaaah!!!"
I shoved it all the way in. Set-a had no technique. That meant more work for me. I lifted her nearly prone ass with my arms and drove my dick deep. She didn't move, but I wasn't about to blame her. Her pussy felt so good even without her doing a thing—like it was recreating her defiant attitude, trying to squeeze and push me out. But that resistance, that pressure, only made my cock feel better right now.
"Haa, aa, aa..."
Strength drained from Set-a's body. Her desperately resisting pussy surrendered like waving a white flag, suddenly going slack and caressing my dick like a gentle embrace. It had been a close call. A little less foreplay, and I might not have gotten in at all.
But I wasn't done.
"Haht, ugh, aa, aht, haht..."
I pulled out and thrust back in. No rhythm to it. Her pussy wasn't that forgiving. Think "this much force should work," and it'd resist desperately like it wouldn't allow it. Add a bit of stubborn push, and suddenly the resistance vanished like a lie, meekly opening up to her womb for my cock. Irregular, willful. But either way, it felt great for my dick.
The pressure... it's insane... If I didn't focus, I'd blow right away.
Gripping her waist tight, I kept ravaging her pussy with my cock. It blocked, I broke through, it surrendered. Her pussy fought desperately against me.
"Ugh, kng, hng, uwaaaaaah..."
Each time, Set-a's breaths grew hotter. She was feeling it. Pleasuring in it instead of pain with every thrust.
Huu... I was at my limit too. The squeeze was too intense. As much as I dominated her with my dick, her pussy clamped back just as hard. Even if she gripped my cock with her hands, it probably wouldn't hurt this much. I couldn't last long.
"I'm cumming!"
I pressed our bodies as close as possible and buried my dick in her deepest spot.
"Wh-what? W-wait. Not inside, not inside. Anything but—"
She tried to resist, but too late. Her womb was already filling with my spurting cum.
"Ah, aa, aa..."
"Hm?"
She collapsed face-first into the pillow.
"No baby. Pregnancy... really, no way..."
Her breathing was rough. Tear-soaked voice. Hearing it, I realized for sure: she'd been enjoying it until this moment, but not anymore.
"...Why? Don't like it inside?"
"Of course not! Who do you think I am?"
Set-a bolted upright and shoved me accusingly.
"You'll... make a baby..."
"Yeah, but you have to have three anyway..."
Turning criminals into sex slaves instead of prison wasn't just about making them suffer as punishment. It was to make them have babies. Ideally, kids who ate into the owner's wealth and lived like ordinary citizens, consuming at a normal level. No rush right now, but three were mandatory eventually.
"I can't. Absolutely not. I hate it."
She was scared. Terrified. Resentment mixed into her gaze toward me.
"Why?"
"I'm a slave... Having a baby, that's not something I can do. How could I just get free alone... do something like that to avoid prison alone..."
That's when I understood. Her thinking was consistent, even if twisted. She'd been born unwanted. Lived resenting her parents her whole life. To her, bearing a child was horrific. Especially if it came from someone of her mother's status.
"..."
I stepped out briefly and returned with a pill and a glass of water.
"Here..."
"Morning-after pill. Take it."
It was something I'd bought with Arin just in case.
"...Thanks."
After swallowing the pill, Set-a seemed calmer, slowly scanning me over.
"So, that's... it? This is kinda different from what I expected."
"What'd you expect?"
"More pain. Enough to count as an apology to you."
Set-a hung her head, looking almost disappointed.
"But this felt too good. Can't really call it payback or an apology. Thinking about it, sex feels good for both guys and girls anyway."
"True enough."
"If I'd known it was this good even without being a slave... I don't know."
"Know what?"
"I thought it'd hurt like hell after, and since I'd suffer that much, you'd believe I wouldn't abandon you... something like that."
Anxiety she'd briefly forgotten was creeping back into Set-a's eyes.
"Can't you... stay a little longer?"
I smiled and sat on the bed. Gently lifted her and sat her on my lap.
"W-wait, this..."
Then I hugged her. So she could feel I was here. So she could be sure I wouldn't abandon her.
"...Your dick's hard again? Does it really get up this fast?"
"Depends on the situation. Want to go again?"
Set-a poked my back like what the hell, voicing her complaint. But I already had her tight on my lap and wasn't letting go. With her strength, she couldn't break free.