Department Store Terror: Club's Brainwashed Surrender and First Deflowering (9)
"Alright, then... it's about time, right? I'm having a hard time holding back anymore."
Villain No. 13 said that as he pulled Club's cat-like, prone body into an embrace and flipped her over. She lay back on the sofa, exposing her belly and breasts, while he mounted her, pressing down. Club tried to push him away with her arms and legs, but there was no strength in her resistance. There was nothing she could do.
"Nyaaong... nyaaong... nyaaaong...!!"
"Sorry, but I don't speak cat."
Villain No. 13 replied shamelessly, and Club, even more furious, swung feeble nyaa-nyaa punches at him. They didn't hurt at all. But even without understanding her words, it was obvious at a glance that she was rejecting this situation. Of course she was—about to lose her virginity to a lowly villain and get raped. It was only natural.
He could just overpower her by force and do whatever he wanted. He was a villain, after all; it was par for the course for a bad guy to do bad things. But raping a crying woman by force left a bitter aftertaste. It was better if everyone could enjoy it. And above all, wouldn't it be far more humiliating for this hero if she ended up delighted by a villain's cock...?
With that thought, Villain No. 13 grabbed Club's head again and whispered to her just like before.
"Come on, let's remember. Let's remember what kind of cat Club was."
'S-stop...!'
Club wanted to resist. She wanted to cover her ears. But she couldn't. Because pets want to hear their master's voice. Pets have to listen carefully to their master's words... someone had definitely taught her that...
"Club is a very, very lewd cat. A slutty cat who loves lewd things. A cat in heat."
"So she loves sex. Even as a virgin, she loves sex. She especially loves sex with her master—so, so much. She doesn't want to have sex with anyone or any other cat but her master."
"Right now, you can't stand it because you want sex so bad, can you? You want your master to thrust it in right now, deep inside, filling your precious baby pouch with his seed—you can't take it, can you?"
"You want to mate, don't you, Club?"
No way. No way. No way she did... but...
"Nyaa... ong..."
The more she listened to Villain No. 13, the hazier her mind became. And just as he said, memories started surfacing. Impossible memories, yet so vivid. She had been a lewd cat. An incredibly slutty, lewd cat, so horny that handling her urges was a constant struggle—or so someone... had told her...
Yeah. Lewd. I'm lewd. So very lewd. Always in heat, craving her master's cock. Craving sex with her master. Craving to bear her master's baby...
'N-no... no, no!'
'Me, wanting a villain's baby...? A villain's... th-that thing...? No way... sex with this man? Impossible...'
"Getting antsy, Club?"
Villain No. 13 rubbed her pussy with his hand. Just that made her body jolt.
"Nyaa, nyaaa...!"
It was far more sensitive than before. He could tell for sure. As he kneaded it firmly, lewd juices squirted out.
No way. Oh god.
"I don't speak cat," Villain No. 13 said. "But this wetness... I can take that to mean you want sex, right?"
Club couldn't shake her head. She wanted to cum, but she knew she shouldn't. Her honest heart was overflowing with the desire—real, real desire—for sex.
And then Villain No. 13 brought his cock—his rock-hard, erect penis—close to Club's pussy. Seeing it, seeing that thing between his legs again, any lingering spark of resistance in her vanished.
It was just as Villain No. 13 said. Club loved her master's cock. Deep down, she yearned for sex with him. It must have been true.
"I'm putting it in, Club."
"...Nyaa... ong..."
With Club's uncertain mewl, Villain No. 13 thrust in without hesitation. His thick, long, proud, superior cock was swallowed into her sticky, sopping virgin pussy.
"~~~~~~!!!!"
Club's mouth gaped open as she gasped raggedly. Her vision flashed white. The sensation of something entering her there—it was unbelievable. She could sense her hymen tearing. But she felt no pain. Why? All she felt was the blissful pleasure of being embraced.
'Tight as hell...'
Meanwhile, Villain No. 13 savored the sensation. Club was a bit smaller than Spade or Apple. Not just her breasts—her pussy felt tighter too. Maybe because it was virgin territory. But insertion wasn't difficult. The foreplay had worked, especially whatever he'd done earlier. Her body was relaxed, ready to accept his cock. Apple had prepped her well for his enjoyment. She'd already told him as much—while Club was out cold from the brainwashing drug, Apple had teased her body, ramping up her sexual needs without taking her virginity. She'd conditioned her to adapt to various pleasures.
Thanks to that, even as a virgin on her first time, Club was adapting smoothly, feeling pleasure.
Thus, Villain No. 13's penis reached deep inside her. His massive cock filled her completely, pressing tight against her depths, but he'd managed to bury it almost to the hilt.
"Ah... hah... heek...!"
Club flapped her mouth helplessly, at a total loss. Her eyes were completely glazed over. For her first time—and with a cock plunged impossibly deep—it was no wonder. Her belly felt stuffed, her insides compressed; it was hard to stay sane.
"Relax, Club. It's fine. You're a slutty, lewd cat—you'll adapt quick. And it'll feel amazing."
Villain No. 13 whispered to her. Club nodded hazily but obediently, with effort. Looking down at his good girl, he began moving his hips. Shallow grinds at first, gradually increasing the range. Her initially rigid, tight pussy soon clung and writhed pleasurably. Sometimes it even squeezed on its own—instinct or Apple's training, he couldn't tell. Either way, it felt great.
Above all, seeing this damn hero at a loss, belly bloated with his cock, was a exquisite treat. A slight hip twist or movement made her gasp like she was dying or mewl nyaa-nyaa—it was delightful.
"Huuu...! Club...!"
Villain No. 13 pinned her down from above, embracing her. Club seemed lost at first, then wrapped her limbs around him in return. Arms were one thing, but her legs clumsily formed a daisy hold.
Tsukub tsukub tsukub tsukub tsukub tsukub tsukub...!!
His hip movements grew fiercer, his penis stirring her sticky depths. He thrust deep aggressively, grinding and loosening her insides, rubbing her sensitive spots with his cock. Pounding and churning her pussy every which way, he made her experience nonstop waves of first-time sensations, drawing scream-like moans from her.
This piston frenzy went on for a good while. At last, Villain No. 13 stabbed deep inside and began ejaculating.
Spurt... spurt... spurt... spurt...!
"~~~!!"
Club screamed silently. Etched in her mind, she had desperately wanted his seed—so much seed. Like a beast in heat, filled with mating urges. Feeling it fulfilled brought unprecedented happiness crashing over her. Her vision flashed. Tears of ecstasy welled up.
Villain No. 13 stayed buried inside her long after, pumping out every last drop. Club convulsed beneath him in lingering pleasure, mewling nyaa-nyaa-nyaa-nyaa nonstop. Her adorable cat cries continued until he finally pulled out...
* * *
"...It's over."
Now dressed again, Villain No. 13 checked on Club, curled up cat-like on the large sofa in deep slumber. Between her thighs, his semen mixed lewdly with her juices, leaking out.
This time, he'd dosed her properly with brainwashing drug to knock her out. It had been a bumpy ride, but he'd achieved his goal safely.
"Sir No. 13~! All done? ★~!"
"?!"
The voice from a short distance made him jolt, nearly slipping over. He barely caught himself using the sofa where Club's small body huddled.
Where'd it come from? Peeking over the railing toward the hall's center—
On the floor diagonally below, Apple and Spade stood side by side. Spade's eyes were vacant, doll-like, mindless. She'd pulled it off somehow. No signs of snapping out of it this time.
"All good here. Club's asleep too."
"Phew, glad to hear it~★ Then I'll tweak Spade's memories nice and tidy~ No worries~."
"...Thanks. She's all yours."
He could trust Apple. She'd learned plenty from Dorothy. Anyway, things here were wrapped up. No need for him to stick around—heroes' reinforcements might arrive.
"Advisor, we're done. 'Teleport' us out in 5 seconds."
Villain No. 13 covered Club's naked body with her discarded clothes and notified the Advisor via communicator.
Moments later, he and the embraced Club vanished into the shadows. The dark department store fell into an eerie silence, as if nothing had happened.