robocups verseXRaina Lark

She had the enthusiasm of pet at the return of its beloved master. But her focus made it a bit unclear as to what she considered to have more power over her, Reikan himself, or the cock that came out to greet her. Before it was really relevant, and the light show riding he tail explained her heart for her, he was enveloped by her animalistic love, throat deep. She had wanted it before, they'd seen to that, but she abandoned herself to it now, a flavor of greed he'd not seen in Amali before. How becoming! He groaned when she swallowed him, and it made his fingers curl into her with some happy distress at the sudden eating of his sensitive limb. Her noises were her own, and she certainly expressed happiness through him, quaking his dick and sending vibrations into his stomach. He sighed with the pride of a trainer when she sat like a dog, while still keeping his cock in her mouth, as though she was afraid of losing it. Even her body language was that of an animal. Her diligence got to him, and his playful mood made it hard to keep his concentration. Pleasure was building, and it seemed her new instincts were more apt at pushing elation through his rod than perhaps some of her human iterations.

But he sat up better eventually, recognizing the urgency in his shaft. He pulled at the blue nest over her head and slowly slid her off the cock she was so sloppily worshipping. He was sure to let the head of it swing in front of hers, saliva dripping from it. But he also put two finger on her forehead, over her surely crossed eyes, to push back. She needed to know what was her food, and what belonged to him. That's how you food trained all dogs. "Hey." he said firmly when her head may lean forward, and would still use the words simply to reinforce, even if she didn't.

Now she'd be sitting and waiting. And only when she could do so in a controlled manner, would he give a nod and let her come at the cock again, to enjoy the fullest of her wild indulgence. He could read her excitement through the tail, though her obvious body language was more than enough. He swallowed a couple of times before he once more shoved her head back, away from him and the cock she so badly wanted.

He'd stand up, which was a more significant difference in height now that she was a fourlegged creature. He'd observe what she'd do next, since her urge should be to mate, not just the taste of his cum. Even a fully human woman would know to present herself to let it happen, and since Amali was part dog now, her offer would be particularly clear. It'd be a show of submission for any female to present her rump, and be bred.
 
When his fingers dug into her silicone flesh, the artificial nerves running beneath the synthetic skin ignited and made her gurgle in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. Her obedience was instinctual, her mind turning to mush as her body craved his cock, the drops of salty cum coating her tongue which only made her crave it even more. While she sat on her hind stumps, she suckled on his cock,her tongue lapping at the tip with the desperation of an addict. The brutal ‘practice’ he had forced onto her was coursing through her mind.


She groaned in protest as his fingers tangled in the frizzy mop of hair on top of her head, pulling her head backwards, leaving a string of saliva connecting her pursed lips to the tip of his slick cock while he forced her backwards, pulling her head backwards while she struggled to get back to the release she desperately needed. The fingers of his other hand moved to her forehead while her eyes followed, her vision blurry as she struggled to stare up at him before a single word emitted from his mouth.


She pressed her forehead against his fingertips, only to be pushed back again with the word ‘Hey’ being repeated again as if she was being trained like a dog. she pressed again, only to be pushed back again until she sat still, her mouth still hanging open, her tongue lapping forward slightly. Only when she sat calmly did he release the pressure on her forehead and Amali immediately slammed her mouth along the length of his cock, her desperation evident until her yanked her away again by her hair before standing up, taking his member out of her reach.


Amali reacted with a desperate sigh as he forced her head back to stare up at him. However, her gaze was glazed over while another urge overcame her resistance. Her mind screamed in defiance, pleading with her body to fight against the urges that desperately coursed through her nerves. But her resistance was easily overcome by the base addiction that had grown too strong for her to fight. When he released her hair, Amali's body shuffled foreward and then turned, her front stumps moving forward before she placed her chin on the cold concrete floor which forced her ass upwards, her tail arching forward as well which exposed her dripping wet silicone slit and her puckered rosebud to be ‘mated’.
 
Her enthusiasm for his cock looked different because of her bodily change. He tilted his head and took it in, her new form having at his length, her greedy tongue trying hard to get the elixir she wanted. There was very little Amali left in this animal. Or, perhaps, it was all of the new Amali they'd fostered. He liked it, either way. It was decadent to have more than the physical pleasure when enjoying a blowjob, but for Reikan it was common place. It'd be odd if it wasn't. He'd paid a lot for this, and the men had worked so hard to find a method that was liable for this amount of augmentation. But through it all, he though she was the winner. Wasn't she happier like this? Remade into something that would have what she wanted?

She took a few tries to get there, and he enjoyed the journey of telling her off like a dog, with his fingers on her forehead. She would have understood in her usual state, but she didn't have all the properties of a thinking woman anymore. They'd made her more instinct. They'd put it in her that she needed this cock. She'd gotten to fight it so the urge could win over her. Now they just needed to apply it to this too. And even if she would have refused as a human, she didn't as a dog. Not now, not anymore. He'd say it didn't take her any more tries than a real dog. At least for a bitch, she was clever. But there was a great obsession in her eyes that had that human passion, still, when she looked at his standing dick like it was everything. Part of her still understood her humiliation. Couldn't get that with a real dog. The best of both worlds.

He was a bit thrilled when he let her have it again. And she did barrel forward like an animal given free reign. But it was not in her to bite him. This was not vengeance, this was the quenching of something else. When she worshipped it, it got her closer to what she really wanted. With real dogs it was food. With Amali it had become his cum. He was more than ready to give her that, since her handling and her tongue was earning it. The cock twitched like any eager beastly partner, when put up against a mate that it connected with. He was going to get his, but not like this. He wanted her more dog-like first.

He let her take the position, her last levels of intelligence straining but succeeding to conclude what he wanted, and what was open to her. She produced herself in the mating, submissive position. The male reacted as male bodies do to that. He stroked her bowed tail all the way to its tip and then continued the motion to pet her head as his cock kissed her pussy, and was drenched in the wealth of lust there. He was fucking her soon, like the dog she acted as, his hands holding her hips and his thrusts heedless and rough. He didn't even warn her before he in one motion of his hands and hips changed the hole from her cunt to her ass, sliding into that tighter entrance like it was nothing, and continued to ravage her rhythmically.
 
Amali's mind quickly lost against the brutal physiological addiction that Reikan had forced into her. All of her intelligent thoughts were robbed from her, stolen and replaced with the innate need to fuck and be fucked. To suck his cock to alleviate the brutal withdrawals that were forced into her nerves. Her presentation pushed her ‘tail’ up and over her back, the long appendage nearly brushing the back of the last of her human flesh as the mop of tightly curled hair shifted atop her head. She groaned like a dog in heat as his fingers ran along her tail, the diodes lighting up and flashing excitedly as she shifted her hips back and forth invitingly.


With her mind broken, his touch sent a wave of pleasure through her even before his cock pressed into her dripping wet slit, forcing its way fully into her waiting hole. In response, Amali moaned in intense pleasure, her hips pressing back against him as filled her to the brim. Every rational thought abandoned her in that moment and her intelligence and resistance disappeared entirely as he began to thrust into her quickly and brutally. Her silicone skin slammed into her groin with a slick slapping sound as he fucked her over and over again.


Her moans grew to growls and yelps of intense pleasure while her gaze glazed over, her intelligence replaced with innate physical needs. She wanted his cock and her mind focused solely on that instinctual need for him to fill her body with his cum to satiate her addiction. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hips moved back agaisnt his cock, trying desperately to get him deeper into her body.


suddenly, he pulled back, the tip of his cock abandoning her sopping wet pussy before moving forward again and slamming into her ass. Amali yelped in pain for just a moment from the unexpectd insertion but seconds later, her moans of pleaasure returned while her body resumed the desperate movements back as he bred her. She moved with him, her eyes closing as she lost herself into the fucking that her body desired desperately, her rational thoughts nothing more than fleeting words that were just as quickly replaced by instinctual need. She wasn't Amali anymore, she was nothing more than a mindless bitch in perpetual heat.
 
It was a breaking point. He saw it in her. There was a quiet vibration around her, not from the machinery they'd put in her, but from her human parts. The kind of felt but unseen quivering of meaningful and irrevocable upheaval. Something in her knew this would change her. But it wasn't wholly bad. It was a plunge she wanted to take, but humans are averse to change. And such obliterating change, well, it would have consequences. He was excited too. This was a first for him as well. He'd broken minds before, but not like this. Not invested this much money and time. He should be sure to enjoy it to its fullest. If there was ever a god complex in Reikan.

He watched her, begging him for his cock, she thought, but it would come with a lot of other things. He didn't hesitate, he only savored her last moments as human. And the tail lit the way, first from its base to its tip, and then descending moving lightshows, toward the parts that she held up for him. The parts that had gotten her into this mess. Being a woman, and then becoming a dog. In his culture, which was east asian, it was of course a larger insult. Not that she was running dry on offenses to her honor. She was without her forearms and shin, after all. He owed her a good fucking, because during it, his cock would chase away the last remnants of a person. Of the thief that had once come to steal from him.

And all he could think when he inserted into her, and her sopping hole swallowed him up and she shamefully pushed back at him to have more of that friction, of the feeling of being full, was that her noises were rather womanly for being a dog. He couldn't help but laugh at that. But she didn't care. She just acted as though he was feeding her the best thing her palled could imagine. So he just went on and on. Battering her pussy the way he knew she liked it. He was if possible even more reckless with her than before. It was befitting a bitch to be fucked like a farm animal, wasn't it? Even the men around noted the abandon in Reikan's pumps.

And when she yelped for that change of crevices, they all laughed in derision. Not even a dog would have liked that as much as Amali. Reikan put his hands on the backs of her shoulders, acting the role of a larger canine beast as he fucked into her, her curled tail touching his stomach as he used his weight to slam himself down on the waiting rump, filling it with cock.

"S-she's gone..." Matthew muttered while he watched a tablet in disbelief, and that made Reikan cackle with a bit of labor. And then he seeded her hard. Drowing her filthy place and swelling her belly with his seed.

"How about now?" he asked and waved at one of the men. The man scrambled into a metal box with vents to retrieve something. Matthew didn't know what to say. It was unlikely the cum in her ass would add to anything, but he was curious too, looking at the graphs. A plate of cooked meat was produced and Reikan stood, popping out of her ass as he did, and let the plate down in front of her face to see if she'd have some. He stood a bit broadlegged, cock still out but softening. He held the base of his cock as he took a piss, drowning the meat in the plate meant for her. He looked over his shoulder at the techs. "Are we still on for the exhibition?"

"Yes, we've entered her." someone mumbled while looking at the bizarre scene.
 
Amali's mind was shattered as her new body craved the brutal insertion of Reikan's cock into her waiting holes. Stretched beyond pain, the human dog reacted with a wail of submission into pleasure. In that moment, her mind broke into a million pieces as nothing else mattered. Her ‘tail’ lit up into a rainbow of colours that pulsated, moving in rhythm with the brutal fucking while the man leaned over her body, grasping at her shoulders and yanking her back again.


Amali reacted with a strange obsession, her body reacting with desperation to milk him dry within her ass or whatever hole he deemed worthy. The words of the scientist standing off to the side fell on deaf ears as her moans grew to canine yelps of pleasure as a dog in heat.


Suddenly, she felt him swell within her before his warm seed exploded into her ass. Amali's mouth hung open, her tongue flailing outside her lips as any intelligence she had abandoned her body. She wanted nothing more than his seed and it filled her belly to the point of swelling as if she had eaten too much. In that moment, her eyes rolled back into her head as her ‘legs’ struggled to hold her up.


A metal bowl of grey meat was slid beneath her head just as the man walked around before the familiar scent of his piss invaded her nostrils and filled the bowl, turning it into a strange soup before amali's head descended down into the bowl and she eagerly lapped up the meat and piss that he had graciously given her. The meat covered her chin and cheeks as she bent over, her ass still dripping with his sticky white cum as they spoke about her as if she wasn't there, totally unaware of the conversation being had right next to her.
 
The moments ramping up to her seeding were almost explosive. How pretty she was with her rump up and stuffed. It was due to the training they'd diligently given her over time. Whatever you may say about Reikan, and his disdain for humans based on how he treated them, he had been a dedicated trainer for her. After all, hadn't she made sure that she became a good dog, from once having been a woman with rather strong opinions and independence. Her change into this cum-triggered thing was palpable, and they had a bunch of videos to prove the journey had taken place not just in her body, but in her reproductive and erogenous organs, mostly.

When her eyes rolled and her body received it was the picture of something you might call a vet for. But it was pleasant for the others to watch. Reikan's cock was a legend around here, but they'd yet to see it perform this kind of dark miracle. She had been birthed by a cock, because she was made as she was thanks to it. He made sure to have his pleasure in her, and while all their lives revolved around his immediate satisfaction, he also had plenty of delight in how she'd taken it, the light-show of her tail, and the hanging of her tongue.

It would usually be the conclusion of one such session, but Reikan wanted to bring the point home. He relieved himself into her food and she didn't think twice about eating her fill. He was rather touched by it. He discussed matters with Matthew a little longer, but bent down to caress her blue hair while she filled herself up with the compromised meat. It was pumped with a lot of other bio things, of course, but she wanted it for the marinade, didn't she?

Two days went by like that. Sometimes he'd take her for a walk around the facility, showing her off to hard workers and made sure she relieved herself in the open. And sometimes he just stuck his dick into her cage, either to have it licked, or to fuck her. Turns out she would be an anal bitch, in this form, which may be her last.

On the big day, they drove her out, and she was let off the back of the car like any such pet. They'd made sure the hair was good and that she was washed clean, of course as nude as any priced dog must be. A cursive R was branded onto one of her buttcheeks. In the upcycled warehouse, she'd see many kindred, though few of them as complete as herself. Some of them were experiments with turning dogs into people, and others were simply inferior robotic bases melded with humans, though none as complete as what Reikan's team had been able to do with Amali. He did his rounds with her in a leash, and it was obvious with every "animal" she sniffed and greeted, that her brain was completely in it, while the others still represented somewhat what they used to be.
 
Amali was gone. In her place was nothing more than a cum addicted animal that would do anything for Reikan's cock and his seed. Her eagerness to lap up the slop in the metal dog bowl, her tongue shoveling the ‘food’ into her mouth only made her tail light up even more. It palpitated as if she was taking a sick sexual pleasure from the salty taste of his cum while her ass wriggled in the air, his seed dripping sloppily from her stretched and gaping ass hole.


She cooed when his hand moved into the curly mop of hair sitting atop her head, her movements almost robotic as she pressed her artificial body up against his touch as if she craved the abuse he inflicted on her. She was changed forever, and would never return to any semblance of normal life.


Amali had no concept of time as she was locked back in the kennel in the warehouse, with no view of the outdoors. She craved Reikan's attention when he arrived to push his cock throguh the bars of the cage which Amali eagerly lapped at and sucked before turning around to press her ass and pussy against him, riding his cock eagerly. Sometimes, he opened the cage, allowing her out of the tiny space to use the bathroom in the middle of the concrete floor. However, with her mind gone, she had no qualms or embarrassment of relieving herself like a dog before following behind Reikan on the stumps of her arms and legs. She couldn't speak and her eyes glazed over while her mind lost all intelligent thoughts. She was nothing more than an animal that craved her master's attention.


While she was in her cage and with her Master's cock lodged firmly into her asshole, a searing agony exploded across her silicone ass cheek. Amali howled in pain, her head lifting as a sizzling sound exploded out of the tight cage. Burning plastic emerged from her backside as an angry red R was branded permanently into her ass. She couldn't even see it, but right after, her pain was immediately eclipsed by the immense pleasure as Reikan fucked her ass.


She didn't know how long it had been before she was herded out of the kennel and out into the alley and into the sunlight. Amali's eyes squinted, unable to open them against the bright light of the sun as she was forced into the back of a windowless van and her leash was tied off to a loop in the floor of the van. Unable to see where they were going, Amali struggled to maintain her balance, falling over a few times before the van came to a stop and she was pulled out of the metal back and into another large warehouse.


Inside was collection of horrific mutations just like Amali but at all differnt stages of their transformation. Most were howling and barking in agony or resistance as Reikan yanked her into the building. Her ass swayed slightly, the red brand on full display while her naked breasts swung beneath her as she waddled on her stumps. Her tongue hung out of her mouth permanently, stretched too long to be retracted as she was paraded past each and every abomination. She stared at each one, her emotionless, glassy gaze meeting wordless despair and anger while her ass was presented to others to sniff and her face was pressed into some of the other mutations’ asses. Only a few months before, it would have been a horrifically humilating experience for the horrifically mutated ‘dog’ but now, she barely reacted, obeying every tug of the leash.
 
The time leading up to the pageant was just him gloating and enjoying the fruits of everyone's labor. Amali wasn't just a bitch to him now, but a good and obedient one. He didn't bother teaching her much about discipline, since he quite liked her feral side. It was a great victory, every time she reacted at things while not doing so as a human would. There were still some agility in her hips that dogs didn't have, and the way she sought his cock whether wedge in her ass or lodged in her pussy, was still a giveaway, but other than that, she behaved as he wanted, like a dog in heat. He of course continued her diet of meat, nutritional and chemically altered pellets, and his own body fluids. She was made out of more of Reikan's leavings than anyone could be, thanks to the dietitians and doctors he had working on her and her health routine.

Even the men at the sadistic lab had started to treat her exactly like a dog. They were excited about their prowess of having made her, and admired her not only for her carnal aspects, but also for the medical wonder that she was. Some of them were attached enough to ask to feed her, even if it was her usual meat, drugs and Reikan's fluids. Of course, there were still the odd orgy of them jerking off in a ring around her cage, but mostly they left her to sink deeper into her role. It would seem it was inevitable that her broken mind would gravitate toward suggestion, and they certainly did their part in steering her toward being a dog. While there were performers who did a pretty good imitation, Amali was no more human, so her behavior was genuine, and free of theatricality. They really did pride themselves on having made the genuine article, and shook each other's hands when Reikan would come and fuck her to his heart's content.

Reikan was also affected by this pride. He had the sin in droves, but this was a bit more dear, as he led her around the warehouse and its pedigree individuals. This competition was time honored, at least as far as these things went, and he had made sure not to bribe anyone so he could earn a real prize for all the hard work he'd literally put into Amali. He liked her companionship as he walked around, and her nose was in other mutant's asses. The judges had an eye for her, of course, and commented on her "extreme breedability" when they photographed her behind to catch just how soaked through she was. They asked about the recipe for the drugs, and were chocked by how little of it had aphrodisiac hormones. Reikan, who had her sit and stay by his right foot, explained that he had simply fucked her into this constant state. It made the judge in his ill-fitting suit scoff, but he still jotted something down on his portable screen.

Reikan had looked forward to the strut, and petted her head before he walked out with her with lax leach onto the long stage. There were many people waiting to see the spectacle, and he had her waddle with him - a skill he had seen to that she had honed - to about half the stage's length before he stopped and gave her a particular nod at her, so she'd know she was allowed to relieve herself. The audience was holding their breath for it. There was a drain right there, for 'accidents' so it should come naturally for Amali. He waited, both for her to obey, and for the applause and reactions afterward. She'd be the first to do it in today's exhibition.
 
Amali's brain was scrambled, her thoughts nothing more than craving her next meal of Reikan's salty seed. Her ass and pussy were permanently dripping wet, leaving a trail of her own juices in her wake while he paraded her about the warehouse. By the time she had been loaded into the van, Amali was no more. She was Reikan's pet, Mali, a loyal dog who wanted nothing more than to please her Master.


However, in the new environment and with all the new sights and smells, the old thief that Amali once was began to emerge. Her gaze shifted from the asses she had pressed her nose into to the door of the room as her mind began to think of what would happen if she tried to escape. However, those thoughts were fleeting as a tug on the leash connected to the collar around her neck brought her mind right back to the scent of the ass pressed into her face.


The slick juices dripped profusely from her gaping holes as Amali was paraded around, men in suits following her around, snapping photos of her multi-coloured ass. Amali barely heard the comments about her breedability, while her own thoughts descended down into her need for Reikan's cock.


The leash was tugged again and Amali was forced up onto the runway in the center of the room. She struggled on her stumps to climb the stairs. Once on top, Reikan's hand moved into the fluffy mop of blue hair that covered her plugged head while Amali's eyes rolled back into her head. She whimpered with need while her hips wiggled slightly, begging him to fill her with his cock before he began to walk forward.


Amali obediently walked next to him, the leash swinging loosely between them before he stopped above a metal grating and nodding to her in his wordless order for her to relieve herself. In that moment, Amali's mind became human once again. Her cheeks flushed with humiliation and her eyes flitted about the room at the expectant gazes of the men while the mutants lazily stared in all different directions. Whimpering again, Amali took a waddling step back, the clarity returning to her gaze in that moment as she realized that she was nothing more than a pet in a show!
 
There was no Matthew there in a white labcoat to tell their master Reikan that her values were fluctuating slightly, how the graph of her consciousness, as they'd known it before their altering, reared its unwelcome signature a few times, even if it hadn't been visible for weeks. So Reikan was free to assume the best when he walked around with her, and let other things like her that had also given up their lives, whether unintentionally or willingly, sniff her slathered ass. He felt an affection toward her, the same as a man might to a dog, after it had been difficult, but was now broken in entirely.

So when she reciprocated that affection before the stage, Reikan petted her a little longer. He didn't even know if he did it because he liked it, or because he wanted to prolong this moment before his inevitable victory. Thee judges waited, one with a balding head, two others who had implants in their heads, which made them more fitting for the job.

Eventually he did go up there, and then all that he had ever thought about giving affection was confirmed. The whore of a bitch didn't do as he commanded! He thought he saw a flash of it first, but he found himself believing a little longer. She was no longer the dog he'd trained. She had a woman's modesty and the judges jotted that down on their pads. Reikan still caught the oh's and ah's from the audience when he continued the walk of the stage, and then down the stairs on the other side.

He didn't even wait for the announcement of the winner. In truth, it didn't even matter. She had disobeyed him after so long. So he drove the van himself, back, to the headquarters. No more headpats for Mali. She wasn't even fixated in a good way like on her way here. She would definitely be tossed around as her turned and sped, recklessly.

"I want you to know you've disappointed me. And that whatever happens next, however bad it feels, you should feel worse about failing me than yourself." he said without looking back.

She was eventually pulled out and into the familiar building, and Matthew rushed to meet them. Reikan was pulling her by her hair. Matthew even pleaded for his boss to reconsider, think about all the funds they'd put into her! But Reikan was affixing her to the floor with the weight of his foot, pressing his sole on her spine so he could wrap his hands around her tail and yank with all the power of a man who'd killed many men. It would do awful things to her spine when the robotic whip was torn out of her after having been laced with her nerves.

"You don't want this, you don't get it." he muttered when he rolled her on her back with a kick to Matthew wailing, and other lab members holding Matthew back. Reikan found the seams that made out her new, shorter limbs, and clawed at them until he could get purchase. It was a bloody, inelegant ordeal, but soon the stumps were asymmetric sockets, and she'd just be a torso, free to feel it all.
 
Amali remained still for a split second, hesitating to relieve herself in the room full of mutants and men as they stared expectantly at her. Though the oohs and ahhs revealed an overwhlemingly positive reaction to her obedience, Amali didn't see the judges disapproval as she disobeyed her master, revealing her humanity. After that moment, the leash tugged against her collar as she was led across the stage and straight out of the large, brightly lit warehouse and back into the windowless van.


However, this time, the leash wasn't attached to the metal ring on the floor. Instead it was left loose and Reikan closed the doors, leaving Amali in the dark for a moment before he got into the driver's seat and the van roared to life before taking out recklessly from the side of the building. Almost immediately, Amali was tossed against the metal side of the van. Yelping in pain, she crumbled into a heap on the floor as the stumps of her legs scrambled to get her bearings, only for her body to be tossed to the opposite side. Her yelps were soon joined with grunts of groans of pain as she was tossed about the back of the van for what felt like an eternity.


After a while, the van stopped moving and Reikan opened the back of the van once again, grabbing hold of Amali's frizzy mop of turquoise hair before yanking her out of the van. Amali was whimpering and yelping in agony as she was pulled into the warehouse amidst a panicked screaming of the scientists as they emerged from behind their computers. Collapsing in the middle of the floor, Amali was pressed into the floor by REikan's large black boot before his hands grabbed hold of the base of her tail and yanking it upwards.


Amali screamed in pain, the change in her voice box giving it a blood curdling quality as the electrodes in her tail flashed wildly in panic. Tears burst from her eyes as her stumps helplessly flailed against the floor while the wires connecting her tail to her spine were yanked apart. Her screams were combined with the screams of the scientists as Reikan reacted brutally to her disobedience. However, even with the sparks flying from her removed tail and the base of her spine wasn't enough for him as he grabbed hold of what was once Amali's shoulder, forcing her onto her back before he straddled her stomach, his fingers grasping at the silicone stumps before yanking them painfully. Amali struggled against him, her ‘legs’ kicking out as tears streamed down the remnants of her flesh as he pulled the first of her limbs away from the ports where he had already removed her human limbs.


The screaming only grew louder as he went to work on the other three stumps, painfully removing those as well as a mixture of blood and fluid streamed out of the dislocated ports, hanging off her torso and leaving her nothing more than a torso and head of multicoloured silicone on the floor. The tears left streaks on her cheeks as her breath came in short,struggled gasps from the torture as she was forced to lay in her own mutilation with Reikan staring down cruelly at her.
 
Her noises and the lightshow of the diodes used to be his reward, now it was only fuel to him. He had always categorized her as a passtime. Included her in the jovial parts of his life. It wouldn't be the first time he'd bet a girl's entire life and bodily autonomy on his own amusement. But when she had refused to kill for him, the fact that she could ruin his day had surfaced, and it had cost her a lot. Was it so hard just to give her life up? This wasn't even strength, it was just something in her brain that refused to let go of who she was. What an affront! So he was not charmed by her audible suffering, however pretty through the augmentations they'd done to her voicebox. He still pulled her spine out partially with the tail. There was lightning around the dying circuits that relied on her sodium and heat for electricity, a part from leeching off the batteries she already had inserted. None of it was available anymore and the meager auxiliary sources in the tail were fast depleted. Maybe the dying of that light as the leaving of his last patience too.

He was a violent thing, a man against machine, when he pulled her limps off, using mostly his nails. He who could tear men apart. He did this for a fucking living. He'd just not exacted these skills on her. Now he saw that she was nothing to count on. The loyalty he thought he'd brought up in her through suffering hadn't taken. A dog likeness was far too good for her. He only realized her was beating her with the club of her hind leg, the meaty silicone thigh repeated bludgeoning her forehead and temple, when Matthew screamed at him that she was dead. It earned the scientist a toss of that leg, that he'd designed. Matthew took it with a OUFF in the stomach when Reikan got off the bloodied canine female.

"No she's not." Reikan muttered and waved dismissively. "Decommission her." he said and sulked out of the room with a handful of men following.

Matthew was fast at work to connect to whichever ports in her halo that weren't broken or shorted by her own blood. He sighed with some miserable relief when there was still life in her worth saving, which meant the structures inside her that made her the cybernetic miracle they'd all fought for. He scooped her up the floor himself after having a blender fill up a vat with liquid he'd quickly designed. He looked at her and shook his head, holding her light body, battered, over the liquid. He didn't say anything before he dropped her. He'd not made it good for her, he had to work quickly before Reikan changed his mind. The suspended animation would hurt, it would burn her naked circuits and nerve endings. But eventually she would fade away as she sank to the bottom.

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But trouble was never over for Reikan Hasawa.

Though he did think his dark influence and means solved most of it for him, if he focused and applied himself. Amali was long off his mind as he sat in the back of the latest edition of the magna rail unit, which was a heavy-mass, low profile, black vehicle, that looked a lot like a stretched-out triangle. While a boast among the other wheel-less cars on these streets, the Magna Rail machines made their claim through being less rather than more. Not a credo Reikan liked to live by, but today he needed to be at least a little inconspicuous to start. He was going to reap the fruits of his labor, disrupting the threatening union between the Uzano and Yakubo Yakuza. Marriage was an ancient tradition, but if these crime families were anything, it was traditional. If those two joined by hitching their little weak-boned prince and princess, then they might organize against him with some rate of success. They had long hated him for being a lone player, when they had to make a lot of alliances to stay afloat.

He saw the crimson vehicle the bride was transported in, and knew from reliable sources, because he'd paid a fucking fortune, that she would not be going to the wedding as she thought.
 
Amali was squealing in pain as her cybernetic limbs were torn away from her body however her brain quickly went into shock as her blood and artificial fluids pooled around her limbless body. Her head slammed from side to side as Reikan picked up her silicone leg before hitting her over and over again. Blood poured from her nose and mouth as the ports around her skull deformed and began to leak with blood and oil. She could barely hear the scientist screaming as her batteries kept her alive throughout the brutal attack. Wires lay tangled on the floor outside of her nearly completely silicone body. Her coiled mop of turquoise hair looked like it was glued to the ground.


Just as her eyes rolled back into her head, the brutal attack stopped and Reikan tossed her leg away from her. The scientist rushed in and immediately began to poke and prod at Amali's ports that once held her metal halo. Her shifted some of them on her head, causing Amali to howl in pain as he pressed prongs into the ports that he could salvage. She didn't fight as he lifted her body before she was dropped into a metal tank filled with the thick liquid. amali's mouth opened in a silent scream as what was left of her body twitched in pain uncontrollably as the liquid attached to her exposed nerves and electronics. But the scream was muffled as she sank helplessly to the bottom of the tank, disappearing from view.


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On the other side of town, Calliope Yakubo had been escorted into the crimson limousine that had been booked for her wedding to the son of one of the most powerful crime families in the city. Her dress was draped in jewels and pearls and hugged her curves that only made her even more beautiful. She had the reputation of being one of the most beautiful women in the city and the wedding between her and the son of Hanza Uzano had been fated from the day they were born. However planned and arranged the marriage was, Calliope and Ryan had fallen in love, finding their own way to each other which was culminating in one of the most anticipated weddings of the century.


With her maid of honour by her side, Calliope adjusted her dress, laying it gently over the back seat of the car as it pulled away from the enormous mansion that she had called home for her entire life. Her crimson locks were pulled back away from her face but were softly curled and dotted with diamonds that ran down to the ends of her hair. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her large eyes and pillow like lips as the car drove through the streets towards the ornate ceremony on the outskirts of the city, blissfully unaware of the plot that had befallen around her.
 
There had been other ways to handle this, of course. Alliances were always tenuous in this kind of life, and while they hated the Hasawa, the two other families involved in this union weren't exactly perfect bedmates like the bride and groom. A marriage was the only thing that would create enough ground to stand on for a larger collaboration. Who knew, maybe if they pooled their firepower and added a few unexpected applications of their resources, they'd be able to make a dent in what he'd created. And either of the leaders knew that. That's why this was happening. But they needed to protect their assets first. Their blood. That's why this limousine was driving alone. There was a caravan of other vehicles going to the venue from another direction. Classic diversion. He might have fallen for it if Yue, the maid of honor, hadn't told him everything while he was balls deep. She liked to be choked and slapped around. Or at least that's what he did to her until she came and gave him what he wanted. It had started as debts paid and then the stupid bitch kept coming back.

But if he had done this any other way, say by dropping a small bomb on the occasion, then the residual anger would be annoying, among the rubble of the crime families without their heads. He could deal with that. The biggest draw with this plan over others, was that he'd get to have some fun with Calliope. She had been the kind of beauty and royalty in this city when even Reikan couldn't get to her at a great price. Well. Tonight she was worth it, since she came with an overwhelming reward, too.

A simple signal on his device lit up, which meant Yue, who was sitting close to Calliope herself, had touched the brooch in her cleavage. A present from the bride that Matthew had repurposed. That made the betrayal worse, didn't it?

"Ready." he told the driver. And the limousine infront of them started to swerve. Its windshield exploded. A small handgun in Yue's purse let her fire a few choice blasts, and she'd chosen one for the driver it seemed. They'd provided a syringe too, and she was supposed to stick it in Calliope's neck, paralizing her, but leaving her fully concious and aware. Riekan's car pulled up to the larger, crimson vehicle, where it had emergency parked along the side of the inner city road, half crashed into a café.
 
The deep red limousine was armoured, as were all the cars in the Yakubo fleet to prevent anyone with an errant bullet from penetrating and injuring anyone within the car. So when the limousine in front of them began to swerve as the windshield exploded, the sense of panic exploded instantaneously.


Calliope turned towards the door, reaching for the handle just as her maid of honour pulled out the tiny handgun from the cleavage of her silk gown. Calliope's attention was ripped away from the door and towards Yue just as she pointed the gun and released bullets into the open divider at the front of the limousine and right into the back of the driver's head. He collapsed forward onto the steering wheel, his foot pressing into the floor as the wheel turned sharply.


Calliope's gaze was horrified as Yue turned back towards her, revealing a syringe glinting menacingly in her other hand. In that moment, Calliope opened her mouth to scream for help just as the limousine slammed into a light pole, sending the bride falling forward while Yue pressed the tiny needle directly into her neck.


Calliope collapsed onto her stomach on the floor. Panicking as the drugs began to course through her body, Calliope managed to turn over onto her back just as her muscles relaxed and she lost all feeling in her body. The paralyzing agent took hold as she stared up at the ceiling while Yue leaned over her. She was rattled as well, it was obvious but there was a darkness behind her eyes that made Calliope's blood run cold while her eyes darted around, the only part of her body she could move.
 
Yue was a short thing, but with good curves. He saw her from the side when he opened the car door. There was a hidden fierceness in her soft cheekbones and sharp eyebrows. He knew that low level of crazy. He saw it blossom when she rode his cock. Now she looked down at her friend. And smiled slightly, mostly at her own accomplishment. And, as Calliope took in her friend and the car ceiling above her, Yue's temple exploded to the side. Those eyes were caught in residual dread and disbelief before she toppled out of view.

Over Calliope, instead, came Reikan Hasawa, bane of her father's later career. The upstart that had taken over places in their city that the Yakubo Yakuza had been dreaming of for decades. He was youthful for his position, and tilted his head this way and that to take her in. Redhead. Big lips. Classically beautiful. He liked her expression while she laid there. For all their security, this is how she'd ended up. He took a knee on either side of her waist and looked down, gun in hand still smoking after having paid Yue for her services. He helped himself to a squeeze of Calli's breast, outside the dress mostly to size her up, before coming away with a single diamond, pulled from the stitching. He looked at it between two fingers, and then bit into it with his molars, likeness of a wolf apparent as he judged the authenticity of the stone. He spit it out like it had been food between his teeth.

"lo', future Mrs. Uzano." he said and stroked the gun down her chin and throat, to let her feel the hot barrel before it started pushing the cup of her dress down, inevitably freeing one of her breasts. There were people who'd pay top credit to see her breast. He did it for fun. And once it was out and he'd gotten an eyefull, he'd let the barrel swallow her nipple up. He was wasting precious time, but the men outside knew not to rush Reikan when he was having a good time. "Thought I'd take you on an early honeymoon, whaddiya say?" He laughed and squeezed the handle and stroked the trigger. And then he pulled the gun back to scratch the back of his head. "Nah, just kidding. I'm a actually a good guy." he said with a dismissive tail to his words before stepping out, and his men reached in and hauled her off toward the waiting, sleek, black car.
 
Calliope had no idea what was happening as her best friend stood over her, leering at her like she was a piece of meat while a dripping syringe hung from her hand. The betrayal was unfathomable for the bride as tears bit at the corners of her eyes. But Yue only reacted with a sadism that Calliope had only ever seen in the men that sometimes came to the house. Her mother had tried to shield her from most of the riffraff that her father cavorted with, but there were times when she had snuck out of bed to see the suited men enter the foyer of her house and the look in their eyes was nothing less than terrifying. The same look that Yue possessed.


However, Calliope's despair was interrupted when the door to the limousine swung open and a large bang exploded into the car. Calliope could only blink as Yue's temple exploded,her blood splattering all over the window of the limousine as her body collapsed alongside the bride. Yue's face faced Calliope's as she could do nothing to push her friend away. Her eyes were wide as she let out the smallest of whimpers, the loudest noise her paralyzed form would allow as her gaze moved back to the open door where a man in a suit entered the car.


The man had the same terrifying look in his eyes that Yue had and Calliope's panic was evident in her wide, tear filled eyes as she lay still in the centre of the aisle of the limousine. Unable to move, she could do nothing but desperately whimper, her panic evident as she wordlessly begged for her life as her friend's blood began to run over the expensive silk of her wedding dress, staining it red. Callie couldn't move as he bent over, crawling into the car before he straddled her hips. Her eyes stayed transfixed on the smoking gun in his hand, it's former bullet obviously the one that had passed through Yue's head mere seconds before, until his free hand grabbed hold of her breast roughly, squeezing it beneath the glittering cup of the dress she was supposed to be married in.


She watched in terror as he pulled one of the rhinestones off before biting down on it as if to check if it was real before spitting it to the side, hitting the side of one of the champagne flutes with a melodic tinkle before the gun began to approach Calliope. Tears filled the woman's eyes as she whimpered in panic, her voice barely audible as the muzzle of the gun was pressed up against her chin. Her chest heaved shallowly as the heated muzzle moved down her chest before he forced it behind the perfectly fitted cup of her dress, pulling the cup down to expose her breast before the hot barrel moved over her nipple, causing a searing pain to explode from the sensitive nub. Calliope whimpered in agony as tears began to straem down her temples, the fear and pain mixing together before he abandoned her again in the car before two other men grabbed hold of her feet and dragged her out of the vehicle, tearing her large wedding dress and leaving her legs and part of the lacy white thong she had opted to wear that day exposed. Once her legs were outside of the car, the men pulled her paralyzed body out by her arms, hoisting her up between them as her head flopped forward and they carried her away to another waiting black car.
 
For a moment, after he had popped Yue's cranium like the champagne available in the side wall of this limousine, the two friends were joined in a lax embrace. Calliope, though alive, had no more ability to hug her friend, than the friend did. At least the daughter of Yakubo was avenged from her betrayal, though her real enemy would be her problem, going forward. He liked sitting atop her, and knowing the stakes. He just had to have a taste first. And he did. She gave him all the fear in her eyes and her pretty lips, even though they couldn't speak. The noises from her vocal chords were plenty delicious; primal, guttural. He helped himself to her breast, and she sounded like the primordial utterance of pain when the gun ate her nipple. He enjoyed the feel of her full tit, too.

He looked back over his shoulder to glimpse her thong and mourned a bit for Ryan Uzano. He got into the car and when the men were about to throw her in the tight trunk he made a noise that had them bring her to him instead. Gentlemen that they were, they even belted her in before closing. They were speeding away soon. Reikan slid closer to her, arm on the back of the seats snaking into her hair, that was worse for wear. He tugged at the crimson tendrils and looked her over, also keeping her head elevated and back with his hold on her tresses. "Why are you complaining so much? This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life." he asked in her ear as a floating holographic screen appeared in front of her. It was the stream of her reception, waiting. He licked from her collarbone, up the length of the side of her throat, the angle of her jaw and stuck the tip into her ear. There were still strings connecting them when he pulled away just a little. "Don't worry. You'll get your wedding night." he assured her.

He helped himself to one of her knees and parted her legs, her now torn dress shortened considerably by his men. He still had to bunch it quite a bit to uncover her panties again, and cupped her pussy from its outside, massaging greedily as he buried his nose in her temple, sucking in her perfume. "You think your cunt is good enough to save your life? You think I'll just fuck you and then let you go?" he asked her. All of this just to get his dick wet? Hah. But Reikan supposed she could hope. Hopefull pussy usually squeezed harder then hopeless ones. "Did Ryan have a taste before the day?" he asked and dragged his finger down the middle of the lace crotch, dividing it and wedging it between her labia.
 
Calliope’s limp head swung helplessly with each step the suited men took to drag her out of the limousine that had been destined to take her to the happiest day of her life and just as her gaze came upon the felt carpeted boot of the sedan, a sharp whistle seemed to distract them. Callie was dragged away from the trunk and gave the poor girl a short reprieve from the horrific situation she was in. However that reprieve was short lived as one of the men lifted her legs up and lowered her into the leather seat of the sedan. Her head flopped forward as the other guard pulled the setbelt over her hips and across her chest fastening it with an ominous click before slamming the door next to her.


The only indication that Callie was still alive was the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath the tight corset top of the dress while her breast remained exposed. Her eyes desperately flitted back and forth just as she felt a hand snake into her tangled locks, yanking her head back to give her the vision of the maze of streets as they sped by on one side, while her captor moved in close to her on the other.


Her eyes were wide with terror as his tongue snaked out of his mouth, like a serpent sampling its meal. Her nostrils flared as a grunt of disgust emanated from her throat weakly. Her hands remained limp at her side, her palms facing upwards as a screen flashed to life right in front of her eyes. Calliope's attention was pulled to what was supposed to be her reception, slowly filling up with wedding guests who were excited to share in her and Ryan's special day. It was a reception that made Callie's gaze glass over in despair, Reikan's tongue poking into her ear only bringing her horrifyingly back to her captivity.


Moaning again in fear, Calliope's eyes turned back towards him, her peripherals catching his face just as his hot breath sent a shiver down her spine, his words about her getting her wedding night only making her more scared. Callie couldn't fight him as his nose pressed into her temple while his hand pulled the many layers of tulle and satin up towards her stomach, exposing her expensive panties to his touch as his fingers pressed against her lace covered womanhood.


Groaning in protest, Callie's eyes stared at Reikan as he spoke of her ‘allowing’ her fiance to take her before their wedding. They hadn't been allowed to even touch each other before the engagement and the fear in her eyes gave away the fact that they hadn't been intimate before their wedding day just as her kidnapper’s finger pressed along her moist slit, pushing her panties into the crack, her labia swallowing the delicate fabric without much resistance.
 
As she was secured there, belt between her tits, letting them sway with what little motion the car translated into her body while it raced through the streets, the light from the outside licked her exposed torso, underlining the inelegant position and state of dress. He held her head like that for a moment, so he could look at her from the side. This was as far as she'd ever fallen, and this was just the beginning of what he may do to her. She would never be this pure again, even with her tits out and terrified.

He had his fun licking her. She tasted like makeup and perfume, and clean. He hissed an inhale as he sampled her scents. The screen of the reception made her feel things, but he was even happier to see the truth in her eyes when he grilled her on her familiarity with her future husband. He ended up laughing in her ear, loudly when she was unable to lie, even when she couldn't speak. "That poor fuck. So Yakubo really bought into that virgin shit?!" he was howling with mirth and kicked the dividing wall so the driver would look at him. He pointed mockingly at Calliope while he still held her up with his other hand. "She'd a fucking virgin!" he announced. She, who had her breasts out.

When he then later fondled her cunt through her nothing-panties, he hummed with some kind of understanding. "Well, I guess it makes sense." he said as the finger kept rubbing up and down the darker valley it created. "A woman your age should have been fucked plenty already. That's why your little kitty here is mewling and drooling for a real man's touch." he said and finally pulled those panties to the side to see the state and make of the Yakubo princess's pussy. He wouldn't stare for long until he let his fingers get involved, parting her lips to see the pink folds inside.

"You should be ashamed, Calli. You're getting turned on by someone who isn't your fiancée." he teased her just as the car came to a stop infront of an onyx tower. It was fortified on the ground, with strong metal fences, that the car had driven through, parking infront of black gates built directly into the side. It was anyone's guess whether Reikan owned all of it, or if it was a luxury complex where he had privileges.
 
Reikan's saliva gave Callie's cheek a sheen in the dim lights on the inside of the car while his hand remained tangled in her hair, holding her head up and facing forward while the confusion about her whereabouts began to appear in the holoscreen of what was supposed to be her wedding reception. Her expression when he probed into her sex life was one of abject fear and her eyes twitched with terror when he exploded into laughter at the revelation of her virginity.


Whimpering, Calliope bit back tears as the man kicked the divider between them and the driver as the driver turned his head slightly towards the man that took abject glee in her fear and humiliation. Whimpering again, a tear began to stream down her cheek while her eyes begged the driver’s peripherals to help her. However, her silent pleas fell on deaf ears as the driver barely reacted before returning to his duty, turning through the winding streets of downtown.


Murmuring, Callie could do nothing as the man's finger continued to press against her lace panties, pushing them further into the crevice of her slit and coating them in the moisture of her womanhood while his finger moved up an down the length. Callie tried to shift her gaze away from the developing confusion at her wedding as she was fondled brutally.


The man then pulled the crotch of her panties out from her slit, moving the moistened fabric to the side before his fingers moved to split her outer lips, exposing the delicate pink of her slit to the cold air of the car. Callie involuntarily shuddered as he declared that she should have already been fucked at her age before mocking her for being ‘turned on’ by his touch. Callie's cheeks blushed a deep red as he mocked her response to his unwanted touch. In that moment, the car stopped in front of a tall black gate leading to a large black building that looked more like a prison than a luxury apartment and Callie's gaze widened in terror at what was going to happen to her.
 
She could still give him so much when she couldn't move. Her expressions were perfect, and he was looking forward to having them fully, once the drug wore off. Right now, she was subtle things, that deep fear, and with her posture relying on the belt, and with her palms up, she looked dumb, like nobody had taught her how to sit. In reality she was well poised, because that's all she had. Her beauty and her station. They'd not given her anything else because they'd never needed her to BE anything else. A chip to be bargained with. He did feel as though her father loved her more than most fathers in this business loved their daughters. All the better. He'd enjoy the show more, maybe just as much as Ryan.

The driver got his look and it was effective in turning on her waterworks. Reikan was impressed by the makeup, but not all of it stayed, of course. Few things were as time honored in this kind of situation as smeared chemicals made to make women more beautiful, but instead revealing them as distressed. A third finger, not holding her pussy apart, stroked up and down her revealed folds and circled the complicated juncture of her entrance, teasing the moist skin there open so he could better see where his cock would visit her later. "Did you spend a lot of time picking out your lingerie for Ryan?" he asked as the scent of her pussy would fill the luxury stealth vehicle. "I am going to make sure he can enjoy them." he said as the feed of her reception turned off just as someone rushed into the scene and whispered to both heads of families.

The car opened and Reikan made his way past her, crawling over her now naked thighs as he undid her belt. His reckless dismount from the low transportation would jostle the motionless woman until she inelegantly fell to the floor, ass up. He laughed and shook his head, her panties still pulled aside for him to see. He picked her up, indeed like she was his bride, though she looked more like a defeated damsel now, draped over arms that were decidedly in better shape than Ryan's.

Suddenly, as they made their way, a screen appeared in front of her eyes again, once more of the reception. Her dear father was in a rage, throwing things but was suddenly interrupted. He looked straight at the camera. Even in her confused mind she'd know that he was seeing her live streamed back at him. A handful of floating orbs were circling Reikan as he carried her over the threshold, and from hidden speakers in the luxurious black and red stone lobby, she'd hear a broken wedding march. Reikan's remix, to be heard by everyone she'd invited. Her father swatted at the screen but was stopped by some of his trusted men. How else would they know where she was?

A short elevator ride later, the doors would ding and open into an apartment, vast and with blacked out windows. Somebody lived here, judging by the lounge lowered into the floor that welcomed them, which would have enjoyed the view of the obstructed windows. The couches and the table were long, and just by them, was a black metal chair bolted to the floor. He places her on it just as she'd feel the drugs losing their effects. She may feel happy the dress had fallen back into place to obstruct her cunt, but her breasts were still in full view for her wedding. The tv on the wall started playing the reception instead, and the screen in front of her face ceased to exist.

Reikan hummed as he pulled off some of the material that was already hanging under her breast to tie her hands behind her back and fasten them to the chair, perfectly designed for exactly that kind of thing. He bent down beside her and held up her breasts by wrapping one arm around her, and the other in front, cupping her tits from below and smiling at a hovering recorb. "Hi, dearly beloved." he said and a subtle speaker system started blaring her friends and family's outrage. He shook her tits for the recorb. "Hey! Don't be fucking rude! I am bringing the bride to you on time, aren't I? I could keep her to myself, you know." his voice was asinine and he rolled and pulled at her nipples.
 
Callie was forced to sit and allow the horrific man to molest her as his fingers explored her most intimate part of her womanhood, his calloused fingertips stroking her folds like the pages of a delicate antique book. Her salty tears detached some of the mascara that elongated her lashes and made it smear down her cheeks, giving her a warrior like look that was in sharp contrast to the helplessness she was feeling in that very moment. Her nostrils flared as his finger stroked her slit, splitting her delicate outer lips to expose the pink folds beneath to the cool air conditioning of the car. Her chest heaved slightly while her eyes flitted back and forth as he spoke of her fiance as if he was nothing more than an object and not someone she had fallen in love with. All of the torture was also occurring in the view of the horrified hotel guests as they witnessed the brutal actions by the horrible man with their eyes glued to the screen just as her father appeared.


Calliope's eyes widened as her father appeared in the translucent screen, his eyes narrowing in horror as his hand slapped at whatever was projecting the horrible image of his daughter almost as if he thought this was all a ruse. However, his guards quickly pulled his hand away, one of them whispering in his ear as a realization came over his expression.


However, Callie's gaze and silent plea for help was interrupted as the screen disappeared while the car came to a stop. Callie sat still, unable to move as the man crawled unscrupulously over her, forcing her body forward and her head to slam into the carpeted floor of the car with a pained grunt while her legs jammed against the front of the seat, sending her ass straight up into the air.


His laughter was humiliating as he mocked her predicament before his hands moved beneath her sides and forced her right way up to lay across his arms as he pulled her from the car, her disheveled form draped elegantly across his grasp as he carried her over the threshold of the large building. Suddenly, numerous orbs began to buzz around her head as the screen of what was to be her wedding reception blinked back to life. She was then faced with the worried gaze of her father as his rage stopped abruptly. Her own gaze was one of a blank expression but with a fear draped across her gaze as she desperately hoped that he would find her and save her from the man carrying her across the lobby of the luxurious building as a broken wedding march echoed throughout the large circular room.


He carried her limp body into the elevator and pushed a button, sending the machine careening into the air before stopping abruptly and opening up into a large living room with a sunken circle in the centre. A single metal chair was bolted to the floor in the center of the room. He carried it to the chair before sitting her on it just as the feeling returned to her fingers and toes. Her digits began to wiggle as he ripped off a long piece of the lace adorning the ruined dress and yanking her arms behind her back before tying her wrists together tightly. In that moment, she was able to control her neck and her head as he took a step back to admire his work.



Her head turned just as he reappeared, his hands wrapping around her body and grabbing hold of her exposed breasts, pulling them up while the horrified faces of her wedding guests stared at the screen. Suddenly, her kidnapper's voice boomed into the room followed by the slightly distorted screams and gasps from the reception guests. As Reikan spoke, Callie began to scream over him, leaning forwards slightly in the chair as she stared at one of the orbs floating around her.


“Daddy, please! Please help me!”
 
The running makeup was a good effect. She served it up better than most. Had that brand been made to react better to tears? It was certainly a pretty contrast to how elegant she'd been when he found her today. Her pussy was of good breeding too. It reacted like anything novice things did, to his fingers, in that it opened up and welcomed him, ill advised. She got to taste the horrors of public exposure through a screen, and to a crowd she'd known well enough to invite to her wedding, nonetheless. However this played out, he had scarred her for intimacy for her life, started her on a path of perversion even if they stopped right now. She could never recover. And this was just the zenith of the beginning of her road. Soon enough, she wouldn't even be having human experiences in her sexual development. There was bound to be some errors in making anyone wait this long to fuck, but Calliope would be particularly messed up when he got what he wanted out of her. She did not like seeing her father seeing her, but such modesty would be the least of her worries. The Yakuza lend themselves to such defeats when they put so much stock in something like honor and tradition.

But she looked so willing after she toppled in the car without his support, as though she was offering that ass to him already. The position was perfect for it, and he would have all but complied, if he hadn't had a plan for her already. He did let himself study just what kind of womanhood and anus he was dealing with here, before he went to work. He carried her with a good feeling for her slight weight until they were in place in his apartment. He saw the motion of her fingers when he tied her wrists and was proud of himself for the dosage. It was usually administered in a drip or a vapor mask, but that would have been impractical for the late Yue.

He let her have her time in the spotlight, and saw the recast version of what the wedding saw when she tried to command into one of the orbs. Her distress certainly was delectable. He waited patiently for the woman to have her say. He massaged her breasts while she was talking, and thought they were a good heft and feel in his hands. "Oh, you don't seem to understand, Callie." he said and let them go. "I'm your daddy now." he chuckled out, quite proud of himself as he stood up straight, leaving her breasts.

He got out of his jacket and started unzipping his always perfectly tailored pants. The famous cock came out, the one that had altered Amelia's life, and he laid it on her shoulder for the cameras to see, next to her face. As it grew harder, he slapped it to her cheek. Her father was livid but didn't look away. Maybe he knew there'd be penalties if he did. Already there'd be initiatives to find Reikan, but at the same time, the respect for both the Yakubo and Uzano clan was suffering. Their business was hurt, and Reikan hadn't even stuck his cock in this little bride yet. They'd been able to make trouble for him at the height of their respect by the supplychain of contraband, but he may already have shaken their image enough that it couldn't happen. And he wasn't about to stop now.

He grabbed the head on the very top of her scalp and controlled her head with a yank and a pull, to make her look at the orb he wanted her to, exposing her throat and pressing the side of his cock to her cheek, showing off the enormous size of it compared to her head, for the viewers. It looked like a deranged wedding picture. He slowly turned her head, no matter how much her neck muscles might protest, or how much hair he'd rip out, and soon his cock was touching her lips and her nostrils. Her distress would have her either hyperventilating or breathing deeply. "See, Ryan? She's smelling my cock even before she'd touched yours." Reikan laughed loudly. That meant his cock was permeating her sinuses and her brain. Chemical warfare on her virgin composition.

"Now, I'm not unreasonable. I've made my point." he said, looking down at her directly. He got in front of her, which meant the cock that may already be smeared with her snot, spit and tears and even makeup, would be at a prime position. "I am willing to let Ryan at least be a chaperone to you for the rest of your life, but only if you marry my cock instead of him." It was easy to recite the religious part of the officiant's speech, and Reikan even threw in a few gestures while the slit of his cock stared her down. "Do you, Calliope Uzano, marry my cock, to obey and to serve until your life miserably ends?" he asked as the wedding guests behind her father were clawing at their own officiant to ask if there was any way this was binding, and his dead stare and fear would say that yes it was. Reikan leaned forward a bit to whack her horribly across the eye with the head of his rock hard dick. "Well, do you?" he asked, and leaned back enough for the cock to be in a position where a microphone might be in an interview. "Because my cock does. And you may then kiss the groom."

Effectively, if she understood her circumstances and choices correct and said the words, the Uzano family would be related not to Reikan Hasawa directly, but by way of his cock. Which meant if her father stepped down, her entire syndicate would be honor bound to obey his most primal part.
 
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