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The Zenin clan had been almost completely wiped out less than a week ago.
Except for one, Naoya Zenin.
He deserved a special punishment, and you had big plans for him. Naoya had degraded and diminished women for years now, including you. He treated you like a goddamn slave, like you had no other purpose on this earth other than to serve him, submit to him. Little did he know, this was all about to change. Today he’d be the one submitting.
You make your way down to the room Naoya was kept in. He’d been down here at least a few days at this point, kept in solitude until you were ready to begin breaking him just as he’d done to you for many years. He was parched, hungry... weakened altogether. Naoya was always particularly handsy with you, ‘accidental’ squeezes of your ass as he walked past, his hands wandering up your skirt as you passed him his tea- “This skirt is hardly appropriate, any woman who wears a skirt above the ankles is practically asking to be touched” he’d say, a disgustingly smug look on his face.
Instances like this made your blood boil. You’d return to your room on an evening dreaming of every way you’d make him submit to you one day; every way you’d wipe that smug look off his face. Oh, how you couldn’t wait.
You carefully open the door, finding Naoya laid a plain mattress on the floor within his solitary four walls. One wall in particular held him there with solid metal chains around his wrists. Before he wakes, you gently close the door and lock it with your key that you carefully place back in your pocket. You watch his eyes shoot open, hearing you approach. He doesn’t look scared nor alarmed, the only version of you he knew was the quiet, obedient woman who tended to his every need. Why would he be scared? You were only some weak, whipped dog to him, right?
“What is the meaning of this, woman? Unchain me this second!” he hisses, scooting towards the end of the mattress, as far as the chains would allow him to go. “Well, isn’t this a sight. Naoya Zenin chained up and helpless” you grin, approaching him confidently and crouching in front of him. “How dare you speak to me that way, you disobedient little bitch” he responds cruelly, his jaw clenched.
“Seems like someone needs to learn some manners” you say before shedding your jacket and pulling a bottle of water from it. Something he was desperate for at this point. His eyes locked onto the water in your hand, his tongue wetting his dry lips. “It’s a shame, I suppose you don’t want this then?” You tease, holding it in front of his face. It was like teasing a dog with a bone. “Give that to me now or I’ll-” he’s immediately cut off. “Or you’ll what, attack me? And just how do you think you’re doing to do that?” you tease cruelly.
You raise to your feet slowly, looking down on him.
“If you want this, you’re going to have to open wide and say please” you say, slowly extending your hand to caress his face and squeeze his cheeks together. “Fuck you, whore. You’re nothing but a weak woman- a useless slut” he spits, gritting his teeth so hard you’re surprised he didn’t grind them into dust. Despite his harsh words, his eyes were following the bottle of water like a lion tracking a gazelle. His desperation was showing.
“Well, I suppose I’ll have to come back later. Maybe in a few days, weeks even... If you make it that long” you bluff, walking back to the door as if to leave. But as suspected, he cracks already. “Wait!” he calls out gruffly. “Hm?” you respond, turning back to look at him. “Oh, are you ready to say please now?” you tease cruelly. He waits a few seconds, struggling as if the word was poison in his mouth. “P-please...” he mumbles, looking down at the wooden floor.
You approach him again, only inches away.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you” you tease further. “Please, alright.” He responds, still looking down and clenching his jaw. “Good boy” you praise, twisting the cap to open the bottle. “Now look at me and open wide” you add, watching him slowly raise his head. You knew all along he wouldn’t take too long to break, he’d never felt desperation, he’d been fortunate his entire, worthless life. Every need taken care of. Take away basic needs from someone like that and they’ll crumble quickly.
He hesitantly opens his mouth, your hand holding his jaw as your other pours water into his entitled misogynistic mouth. He gulps it down eagerly, breathing heavily through his nose as the cold stream of water lavishes his dry throat. You stop pouring once the bottle was half empty, abruptly ripping it away and twisting the lid back on.
“You’ll get the rest after” you say, a smirk further forming on your lips. “After what” he responds, still not even close to satisfied, droplets of water running down his chin. “After you use that filthy mouth for something other than degrading women” you say, using your foot to kick him back to lay on the mattress. “Oh, and try to pull anything? I’ll leave you in here to rot” you smile sarcastically, crawling over his body and straddling him.
“Just what do you think you’re doing” he grunts, watching you pull up your skirt. “Don’t talk, you’re really quite handsome when you keep that mouth shut” you say as you shuffle up his body, now hovering over his face. He takes in the sight of your black laced panties and the amused expression on your face. He knew what was going to happen next.
Naoya Zenin did NOT eat pussy, frankly, he’d tell others it was disgusting. But it’s about time he learned.
“Pft. Look at those slutty panties. I knew you were a whore all along” he hisses, though unable to take his eyes off the sight. “Shut up and eat it” you hiss, grabbing his blonde locks to keep his head in place as you abruptly pull your panties to the side and sit on his face. He mumbles beneath you, his tongue refusing to move. “Get to work, Zenin” you demand, tugging on his hair. He reluctantly darts his tongue out, licking your folds frigidly, his hands pinned to his sides.
“You call that eating pussy? You’ll need to work a lot harder than that if you want the rest of that water. Hell, maybe I’ll even feed you later if you satisfy me” you say. Oh, this gets him to work harder. With another grunt he drags his tongue harder over your folds a few times before flicking his tongue over your clit. This pulls a moan from you, the hand not gripping his hair beginning to reach up your shirt and fondle your breasts. “Goooodd boy...” you encourage, looking down at him, eyes closed and tasting your sweet cunt.
“Faster” you demand, moving your hips a little for more friction. With another slightly disobedient grunt, his tongue works over your clit faster, sucking it after every few licks. You moan again, throwing your head back in pleasure and loosening your grip on his hair ever so slightly. “Ah- just like that” you moan wantonly. His hands slowly move from his sides, gripping your ass as he buries his wet tongue deep inside of you.
You tug his hair, hard.
“Hands to yourself” you snarl, using your grip on his hair to leverage his tongue deeper inside your welcoming heat. He whimpers slightly; it was music to your ears. You watch beads of sweat form on his forehead as he continues his ministrations, his brown eyes opening to catch a glimpse of you above him. “Keep going” you demand, squeezing your thighs tighter around his head. He continues to alternate between firm sucks and flicks on your clit with his tongue, your moans growing louder by the second. Desperation suited him nicely, his mouth on your cunt was pure heaven- the best part being that you’d reduced Naoya Zenin to nothing other than your personal little pussy licker.
“More, I’m almost there” you moan, bucking your hips faster against his face, your slick coating his face up to his nose. He redoubles his efforts, whimpering and grunting as he eats you like you’re his last meal. And for all he knows, maybe you are. It only gets him to work that much harder. “Fuck- just a little m-more" you pant, now practically fucking his face with your sloppy cunt.
Your thighs begin to squeeze firmer together, twitching as his tongue brings you to your peak, your grip on his hair leaving red marks on his scalp. With a sharp cry, your orgasm rushes through you; his brows knitted together as you ride his face until the heavenly sensation passed. And when it did, you simply sat there; panting and satisfied. He was a quick learner.
You let go of his hair, removing yourself from his face and standing to reveal your juices plastered all over his face, his face slightly flushed. And that’s when you saw it.
His cock was hard. Ridiculously hard.
“Did you enjoy that hm, pervert?” you tease, fetching the discarded bottle of water and throwing it at him, watching him desperately gulp it down. You kneel beside him, grabbing his throbbing cock and squeezing tightly. “Answer the question” you taunt, hearing him whimper at the firm contact. “G-go to hell” he struggles, closing his eyes and clenching his fists. “Seems like you still haven’t learned your lesson” you snarl, gripping his length harder before undoing his hakama.
He’ll learn his lesson soon enough now.
You yank down his underwear, revealing his pulsating cock, his tip flushed a pretty pink. You take your panties off now, stuffing them into his mouth before straddling him. “That ought to shut you up” you hiss, lining his cock up with your entrance and lowering yourself onto it. You moan at the intrusion, as does he, spitting out your panties before you shove them back into his mouth harshly. “Disobey me again and see what happens” you warn him, his cock now fully enveloped by your tight heat.
You begin riding his cock, your movements only tailored to your own pleasure. He whimpers more, biting down on your panties at the sensation. You lean forward a little, your hand darting out to grasp his neck, squeezing firmly. You ride him slowly at first, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “You like that, huh?” you moan, squeezing his throat harder. He only whimpers in response, your cunt gripping him almost as hard as your hand on his throat.
You begin to fuck yourself harder on his cock, only releasing his throat to deliver a harsh smack to his cheek. “So pathetic, aren’t you?” you pant, riding him even faster as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. He grunts as you pick up the pace, throwing his head back onto the mattress, his sharp canines sure to leave holes in your panties. “Look at me as I pleasure myself” you command, gripping his face forcefully.
His brown eyes meet yours, his brows knitted together again as he holds back more grunts and whimpers. You deliver another smack to his cheek, riding him with renewed vigor now. You moan loudly, reaching your other hand down to rub your clit as you near your peak, you could tell he wasn’t far off himself; his cock throbbing harder inside of your gummy walls. “Don’t even think about cumming” you say, spitting on his face and rubbing it around with your fingers.
Less than two minutes later, you gush all over his cock, moaning shamelessly as your cunt flutters around him. He pants heavily, still muffled by your panties. You remove yourself from his cock, hearing him whimper at the loss of contact.
You smooth down your clothes, leaving your panties in his mouth as you stride towards the door, collecting your discarded jacket on the way.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, Zenin. I’m not even close to done with you yet” you say, unlocking the door and slamming it behind you, locking it once more. Seeing Naoya Zenin sweaty, weak and whimpering beneath you was the most satisfying sight you could ever imagine.
You just couldn’t wait to come back tomorrow and do it all over again. You’ll come every day from now on and train him to worship you like a dog to its master. He was so easy to break already.
But then again, all the weak ones are.