Chapter 9 - Fallen into a Sex Slave (2)
‘Dick….’
She replays that shocking sight from earlier in her mind once more. What the hell is that massive, brutal-looking slab of meat? That's the dick I saw—no, I've never seen one in real life, but anyway... Among all the cocks I've glimpsed through advanced video media, it's the biggest. Like the Tyrannosaurus rex, called the king of dinosaurs—no one's ever seen one alive, but no one denies it was the strongest beast on earth. You can tell just by looking. Even a kid could see it's some out-of-spec monster from that giant skeleton alone. So that dick... that thick, manly thing reeking of pheromones, just staring at it makes her lower belly tingle...
Ugh!
She can declare it the strongest cock in the world. Just looking at it makes her hands tremble like a caveman spotting a tiger... And the proof that it's the ultimate cockhead isn't some fossil—it's right there in the flesh. The scent that passed her nose for a split second turned her mind blank white, the scorching heat that'd burn her hand if she touched it. Hell, does she even need fancy words for that cock? The best is just the best. It's so incredible she can simply call it "long and thick." What else could be the strongest if not this? Even black guys famous for size couldn't beat this little twerp's monster.
Ugh...
She's soaked again. Just thinking about that dick, and a flood gushes from below, drenching her panties. She wants to drag the kid next to her somewhere secluded and pound down on him like a maniac. But she can't...
It's all because these idiots are so fucking scared!
Truth be told, the first emotion that hit when she saw that dick was fear. Embarrassing as it is, at her age with zero sexual experience, she froze in terror at the sheer size. Then ecstasy hit late, making her want to pounce—but the fear stuck in her head, unshakeable. In simple terms, her brain's an apocalypse split half terror of the dick, half raging lust for it!
This little shit dares scare me?
She glares at the blonde kid waddling ahead, cat collar jingling on his neck. He knows he's drawing stares, fidgeting restlessly.
I dressed him like a cat 'cause he seems to like them—fits him perfect. Next time, add a tail and ears.
At a glance, he's just a cute-faced ordinary boy. But his actions? A whole spectacle.
What grudge does he have against me?
Headquarters' "hypnosis interrogation" and background check showed this damn brat jumped her with no backing. What a fucking asshole! Makes her even madder thinking about it. And targeting her specifically? 'Cause her power seemed easy pickings!
"Agh."
"Ow!"
Thwack! Unable to hold back, she lightly bonks the blonde kid's head. Even carefully gauging a normal kid's durability, his head flops forward dramatically.
"That hurts, you hag!"
"Hag? I said call me noona—or mistress!"
"Pussies over 30 are all hags. You shameless bitch. That old and still wanna be called noona? Go get some loser dude to call you that, you old cunt!"
"You—!" No, whatever. He's trapped anyway, can't run, so he's mouthing off. This perverted little fucker... begging to get eaten alive.
...Fuck, if his dick wasn't so huge, she'd have swallowed him whole right there.
"Ah, I saw it all, 'Butterfly.' Key's under the mat. Get it."
"Tch."
Surprisingly, the boy just grimaces at the weird title and her order but obeys meekly. Doesn't wanna get hit with "long-term hypnosis" again. He tasted it plenty in the hospital, so of course he's compliant. But that backtalk earlier needs punishment for smooth master-slave relations... Yeah, not 'cause she wants to. Gotta discipline this lewd punk.
Clank. Door opens. She scans around, then shoves the boy inside.
"Guh!"
He crashes roughly, groaning under her weight. A normal kid would've wailed from the impact, but he endures. Sometimes he seems so adult. Hiding his age? She'd really punish him then...
"Fucking bitch."
"Where'd you learn Korean so fluently to curse like that?"
"Get off my body! You pig bitch, before I kick that fat ass!"
Hmm, finally cursing like a foreigner. She gets off as requested, heading to the sofa, blonde shota in hand. (Oh, "shota" is his nickname—looks just like those tiny kid types in Japanese adult manga.)
"Hey. Suck."
She sprawls arrogantly on the sofa, yanking down her short skirt. Strips off black panties completely, spreads her legs wide, showing Ivan her slit.
The kid's face twists in disgust—first pussy he's seen, probably.
"You nuts? Shoving this in my face outta nowhere?"
"Hey, you ain't grasping the situation. That thing on your crotch? I control it at will. Better obey. I'm holding back now, but..."
"Fine, fine! You fucking bitch. Don't nag! J-just... needed a sec to prepare..."
That brutal dick on his lower half is unusable with his mindset now... but mouth, hands, body—plenty for relieving her lust. Isn't exposure therapy step one: contact the scary thing a ton? And she's got tons here.
"Suck it with your mouth. Now."
"Ugh..."
"10 seconds. Or die. 10, 9, 8, 7..."
"O-okayyy!"
Ah, that horrified face is driving her insane. For real! The Oscar-like kid giggling in front of her yesterday, now slurping her overflowing juices. Feels so damn good she's losing it.
"Ugh, uugh! Mmph, slurp!"
Ivan's head buried between her thighs. Her pussy juice erupts, splashing out nonstop.
"Haaaang..."
Leaning back on the sofa, she savors that tiny tongue. The small red thing sluggishly laps her folds. Inner thighs tickle a bit, but the orgasm crashing after? Pure bliss, maddening.
Stroke, stroke. She gently pets his soft hair, "encouraging" the diligent sucker. His little body starts trembling.
"Hoo, hoo, hooo!"
"Mmph, mmph, uuu!"
Impatient, she yanks his hair hard, shaking his head back and forth. His small head dances to her tune—pitifully adorable.
"Mmph, uumph! Mph!"
Ivan flails his arms, moaning in agony. But no mercy from her. His suffering just excites her more...
-Squeeze! Legs clamp his neck, throttling, forcing his face deeper.
The more he suffers, the more juice floods out.
"Uuuuummph!"
Drowning in the deluge, he thrashes to escape—but no chance against her gym-honed thighs.
"Hoo, cumming now! Drink it all!"
"Mmph? Uhurgh, uu! Ublub!"
Gurgle, glurp! Her fierce squirt explodes like a dam breaking—a "pussy flood."
Streams hose his pretty white face, defiling it.
"Haaaaah!"
She releases his neck only after draining her pussy—well, pleasure sapped her strength, really.
"Cough! Cough! Ack, fuck, you goddamn bitch—really!"
Tasting the spice hard, Ivan's eyes redden, glaring daggers. Puppy-dog eyes, just cute. Thinks that's scary?
"You! I'll kill you for real! Peel your skin off alive!"
Spewing threats, he wipes his face with his wrist. To her, it's a kitten hissing—pure charm.
"Hey, c'mere. Lemme grope that chewy-looking ass."
"What? You psycho bitch spouting nonsense!"
"Hey."
Ha, warned him and he still? Tch, needs a beating. Time to enforce discipline.
She rises from the sofa, approaching Ivan coughing dryly on the floor.
Smack! Soft cheek slaps echo through the house.
His tiny body, unable to take even a knuckle-rap, flops flat instantly.
"Don't talk like that."
"You, fucking cunt! What bullshit! Scared of my dick so you tucked it back in my pants at the hospital, huh? Terrified? First time seeing one that big. Old virgin hag who can't pop her cherry!"
"Ha."
This little shit—first time one's pissed her off this much. No more mercy.
She grabs his bo tree-golden hair, hurling him onto the sofa. Angry toss, but soft luxury leather—no real injury.
"You're dead today. Scared of what? A punk like you?"
I'll break your body and mind by tonight. You little brat who lit my fiery pride ablaze.