The Sect Girl's Submission
“Th-that’s…!”
Nabi trailed off again, unable to finish her answer.
Of course she couldn’t. She’d said it herself.
“You said it, didn’t you? That if anyone ever found you, they should fuck you. Don’t you see the tweet right here?”
I barked it at her, voice rising, pressing hard.
“That was… just…!”
She still couldn’t give me a proper answer.
Naturally. It had only ever been a provocation. Hiding her identity airtight while daring anyone who found her to fuck her was a contradiction from the start. So of course she was panicking. How could she have imagined that the guy next door—the same guy who’d helped her—would turn out to be one of her followers? Or that he’d become the predator who would devour her?
“That was just a tweet I posted!!!! Did you really think anyone would actually figure it out?!”
She snapped, voice sharp with anger.
She wasn’t wrong. She’d never imagined someone would actually show up and try to fuck her over it.
“Ah. So it was a provocation, then? You just posted it to tease people and mess with them?”
“Yes!! Who the hell would actually jump someone after seeing that?! People have common sense!”
Coming from a girl who ran a degenerate Sect account, the line was pretty rich—but the words themselves weren’t wrong. How many complete lunatics out there would take someone’s dirty secret and use it as leverage to fuck them? That was common sense.
But I wasn’t common sense.
Right now, something in me had snapped. Her tastes, her kinks—they lined up with mine perfectly. She should’ve just run a normal Sect account instead of getting caught by a fellow deviant. And if we were talking common sense, she was the one who’d broken it first. Running a Sect account at all was already a violation of common sense…
“Well… you’re not wrong.”
“Right? So stop threatening me. If we just quietly drop this, I’ll quietly drop it t—”
“I don’t want to. You saying two different things with one mouth?”
I cut her off, voice flat and cold.
“Ugh…! Th-that’s…!”
The way I called her out for lying left her stammering, unable to answer properly. The fault was hers. I wasn’t even wrong. That was why she couldn’t push back. Honestly, what I was doing right now was pretty close to gaslighting.
“You’ve got nothing to say either, do you?”
“W-well… still…”
“You’ve got nothing. You’re the one who asked to get fucked, and you’re the one who ran a Sect account so carelessly that I found you.”
“Ah… th-that’s true, but…!”
I hammered her with facts until she had nothing left but flustered babbling. Still… the conversation was starting to drag. Time to wrap it up.
“Ah… this is getting long.”
I tossed the line at her, deliberately sounding irritated. No need for a long back-and-forth. The conclusion was simple: I was going to fuck her.
“Hey. Listen carefully. You’re the one who asked to get fucked, and you’re the one who got caught running a Sect account.”
“…”
“I’m just going to fuck you the way you asked. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”
“That’s… th-that’s… no…”
“But you’re telling me to stop? I don’t want to. I’m the one holding the evidence, you perverted bitch.”
“Ugh… uuuugh…!”
“If you don’t like it, I can just leak everything right here.”
“Ah… aah… no!!! That would be… really bad… please…!”
The threat of exposure made her flinch hard, voice cracking with panic. Exactly the reaction I’d expected. How many people could handle being forcibly outed for running a Sect account?
“You don’t want that?”
“No… absolutely not…!”
“Then shut up and listen properly, you fucking perverted bitch.”
“Hiiik…!”
I dropped my voice into a low, deliberate threat, pinning her under the weight of it. The sudden shift made her suck in a startled breath.
“You keep resisting and I’ll just leak it all. I’ll make a Blow account, post your pictures, and even put up your address. Sound good?”
“Aaaah… pl-please…! I’m sorry…! I’ll do whatever you say…! Just don’t leak it… please…!”
Finally. I’d broken her enough. The threat had landed; she was thoroughly cowed, on her knees, giving me exactly the answer I wanted. The one I’d been waiting for.
“You’ll do whatever I say?”
“Y-yes…! Please…! Just don’t leak it…!”
The way she begged so desperately only made her look more delicious.
“Then…”
I let the word hang, deliberately drawing it out. Fear, dread, and tension filled her eyes—fear of what I might order her to do, dread of what was about to happen to her, the pure terror of prey that already sensed it was trapped and about to be eaten. I stretched the silence just a little longer to make it worse, then spoke.
“Go get the dildo you used. Right now, you fucking perverted bitch.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She didn’t answer. She just stood and walked out of the room, step by step. I rose from the chair and followed her out.
“Ah… i-if you follow me…!”
“What?”
I answered her flustered protest flatly.
“Ah… nothing…”
She shrank under the tone, voice tiny. The reason I was following wasn’t complicated. She was about to become my cumslut; I needed to know the layout of her place. Knowing where she kept toys like the dildo was useful too.
Out in the living room I glanced around, scanning the apartment with my eyes. Same floor plan as mine, since we were next door. And since she was still job-hunting, the place was sparer than mine—sofa and TV, but not much else.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She crossed the living room and went into another room. I let my gaze slide down her back as she walked. White short-sleeved tee, black dolphin shorts. Comfortable house clothes that still showed off every curve. Her ass looked plump and inviting from behind. How meaty would it feel if I slapped those cheeks hard? The sound would be loud as hell. The whole outfit was the kind that made you want to fuck her on the spot. Good body like that, of course it did. Not that it mattered—those clothes would be stripped off by my hands soon enough and tossed somewhere on the floor. And the bare skin of that ass underneath…
Enough. I’d be training this Sect girl soon enough. Once the training started, imagination would become reality. I planned to enjoy every second of it.
I followed her into the room. Boxes were stacked against the walls; she clearly used the space as storage. In one corner sat a stack of drawers.
Rattle.
Thump. Click. Rattle. Rattle.
She went to the drawers, pulled one open, and started digging. A moment later she pulled something out and came back to me, holding it in one hand.
“H-here…!”
Voice thick with fear, she held it out. The dildo. The same glass one she’d used to crudely fuck herself while begging to get railed. At least she had some sense.
I took it with one hand. She kept staring up at me with those frightened eyes.
“What are you just standing there for?”
“…Huh?”
“Get on your knees and crawl, you bitch dog. Since when does a fucking dog walk on two legs?”
“Kyaah!!”
I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her down onto all fours. A scream tore out of her.
“If you’re a dog, crawl like one.”
“Uuuugh… nn…!”
Being treated like a dog left a shocked look on her face. Pride scraped raw. She was probably wondering if this was even real.
“Follow me.”
“Aaagh…! Y-yes…!”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her out. Still on all fours like a dog, she crawled after me out of the storage room.
“Augh… aaugh… uuuugh…!”
She kept making short, pained sounds as I hauled her along by the hair. The noises could have been from her knees scraping the floor, or from the pull on her scalp. Either way, it was a shame. Treating her like a bitch dog and I didn’t even have a collar. I should have put a leash on her and made her crawl on all fours like I was walking a dog. After I fucked her today, I’d have to check what other toys she owned. And start looking into buying some of my own.
We reached her room again. Still gripping her hair, I hauled her upright once we were inside.
“Aaaah… aaugh… it hurts…!”
Her voice came out pitiful and pleading. I got her on her feet, then pinned both her wrists in one of my hands.
Bang!
“Hiiit…!”
I shoved her against the wall and slammed her bound wrists up against it. Her back arched like a bow, the curve of her body beautiful. The short tee rode up enough to bare her navel. My eyes traced that fuckable body and stopped on the ass in those black dolphin shorts. Bent over like that, her hips pushed out and her ass stood out even more. Looking at that ass, I couldn’t hold back.
Slap!
“Haaauuugh!!!”
Without a word I brought my palm down hard across her ass. The crack was huge, and a scream ripped out of her.