12 Days Of Domming: Chain of Fear

• Commissioned by Joey

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, what do we do, what do we do?!” the short, somewhat stout man moaned as he tried to fight against his shackles. “D-Do we talk…? Do we talk?! What do we do?!”

“Get ahold of yourself!” his partner yelled, from the other side of the room. They each sat on stone benches, like what one might see in a prison. Futuristic, electronic shackles tied their ankles to the benches, and bound their wrists together. The taller, calmer man began to speak quietly. “Listen Genki… I know how you get. I know you’re scared. But listen to me. Under NO circumstances do we talk… alright?”

“B-But we’re in an interrogation room, aren’t we?!” Genki shouted. “Wh-what are they gonna do to us, Haruto?! Oh God, I can’t take this… I-I don’t like pain...”

“I know! I know, but look. They’re cops! Okay? They might rough us up, but there’s only so much the law will allow them to do. They sure as shit ain’t allowed to kill us, and they know that.” he explained. “Our BOSS on the other hand, I mean you’ve seen what he does to people who cross him. He’s murdered people for a lot less than betrayal. Nothing they do in here will compare to what’s gonna happen to us if we squeal, got it?”

“I-I-I-” Genki stuttered.

“And if YOU squeal, and it gets out, then he’ll think we BOTH squealed!” Haruto yelled. “Get the picture? ...Don’t fucking murder me, Genki. Just keep your mouth shut… and everything will be fine.”

Right that moment, they both heard the electronic door slide open, with Genki gasping and leaping back from the sudden sound. They turned to see… her, walk through the doorway.

Her name was Mitsuru Kirijo, head of a special operations unit called the Shadow Operatives, who secretly - as in, off the books - work in conjunction with the local police force to deal with Shadows and all matters pertaining to Personas. It would take a lot of explaining to truly understand this phenomena, but the short story is that a Persona is a manifestation of one’s true self, and a Shadow is a manifestation of one’s dark desires. The effects of tinkering with these things can be devastating, even fatal to the human mind, and thus it is a highly dangerous, hidden threat.

Fittingly, Mitsuru didn’t look like any police officer the two simple crooks had ever seen. With long red hair covering one of her reddish-brown eyes, a sword sheathed at her hip, and a long black, revealingly skintight leather catsuit that covered her from her neck down to her stiletto heels, she was… a sight, to put it mildly, and Genki in particular swiftly took notice. But as sexy as she looked, she seemed all business, wasting no time getting right down to it.

“Talk...” she murmured. “Talk before I break you.”

“No… no, I-I don’t wanna die...” Genki frantically replied, his eyes bugging out and darting back and forth across the room, clearly wracked with paranoia already. “I-If we talk, the boss will kill us…!”

“SHUT UP, GENKI!” Haruto snapped, showing his backhand as though he was threatening to smack him. Genki wilted, covering his head with his arms and inching away from him as best he could in his shackles. 

“A boss, eh…? Now that would be a lovely person to hear about.” Mitsuru coolly remarked. “Can you give me a name?”

The aggressive male turned towards Mitsuru and yelled, “We aren’t telling you a damn thing. You do your worst, bitch… we’re not talking!”

“Oh God please don’t listen to him… go easy on us…!” Genki shrieked.

“Hmph… you two are clearly both fools, your records showing nothing but pathetic, petty crimes. And yet, somehow you found your way into business only a select few should know about… that’s suspicious.” the beautiful, but deadly vixen noted. “Whether you know it or not, you’ve steeped yourselves into something much, much bigger than you small, small men… so listen. For right now, forget that I’m part of a police force. Forget your mundane, everyday crimes. That’s not my jurisdiction and compared to THIS, I truly don’t care… there’s plenty about what you do that’s mysterious, even to you, right? So why don’t you let me know about every little detail that confuses you and I can help you sort it out...”

“I… well...” Genki hesitated.

“Don’t even THINK about talking...” Haruto hissed to his partner, shutting him up in a hurry. The crook put on a sly grin as he again turned to his inquirer. Thinking himself a savvy kind of criminal, he replied, “...What you’re hypothetically referring to, whatever it may hypothetically be, would hypothetically be OUR business and none of YOURS. It’s not illegal… atleast, ain’t no laws against it that I’ve ever heard of. So you really wouldn’t have the right to detain us and question us about like this, even if we were hypothetically doing what you’re talking about… hypothetically speaking.”

“...You think you’re dealing with someone above board right now. That’s your problem, that’s your real misunderstanding here.” she scowled. “You still just think of me as a cop, right…? Well, a cop probably wouldn’t do this...”

She held up a little remote device and pressed a button… instantly, the electronic shackles fell from their wrists and ankles to the floor. Genki quickly sprang up to his feet, stunned but relieved, happy to be free. He then looked up to see Mitsuru’s piercing glare and meekly sat right back down on the cold bench.

“...What are you doing?” Haruto warily grumbled as he stood up.

“I prefer my victims to have a sporting chance… it makes me feel better about slowly ripping them limb from limb like a monster.” Mitsuru casually replied. “A cop wouldn’t do that… and a cop also probably wouldn’t have this.”

She reached to her hip and in a swift motion, unsheathed a sword… and not just any sword, but a rapier with a shimmering red blade. Genki shot to his feet out of fear, standing on the bench and whimpering like the stereotypical housewife that’s been spooked by a mouse. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re-” Haruto began, stepping towards her. 

“And a cop might not threaten to cut you into pieces if you make another move!” she yelled as she began to swung her blade, slashing back and forth. The men felt the wind of it, but not a hint of the sharp steel itself…

However, after a brief frozen pause, Haruto’s jacket and undershirt just peeled off, revealing his decently defined torso underneath. As for Genki… his pants and underwear fell to the floor, exposing his genitals. And his cock happened to be fully erect, standing at a mighty two and a half inches as it quivered along with the rest of his fear-stricken body.

He yelped, his cheeks instantly burning with shame as he reached down to cover himself. Mitsuru put the point of her blade to his face and shouted, “NOT! ONE! MOVE!”

The man froze as she cruelly kept him from even covering up his privates. He was deeply ashamed of his small penis and even tinier balls, and now the most beautiful, sexy woman he’d ever seen in his life had him at swordpoint as she casually glanced down at his lacking manhood.

“...Why are you hard?” she asked. “Well, no. ‘Hard’ is likely a gross overstatement for that thing, why are you aroused…?”

“I-I-I like strong women...” he forced out his embarrassed response. 

“Funny. Any strong woman would no doubt hate both of you.” she chuckled to herself, before repeating, “Such small, small men...”

Genki was fighting back tears, both from the fear of the situation and just from having to listen to her words. She obviously recognized his insecurity and was zeroing right in on it to get even deeper into his head.

“Ugghh this is ridiculous...” Haruto grunted. “You wanted to give us a ‘sporting chance’...? We’re unarmed and you’ve got a sword! There’s nothing sporting about this...”

“Oh no, I know. I’m just letting you know how easily I could slice you apart if I wanted to.” Mitsuru replied before tossing her sword aside, letting it slide way across the room behind her. “I certainly don’t need a weapon to deal with tiny men like you.”

Seeing the opportunity, Haruto shouted, “GET HER!” and rushed towards her, obviously expecting Genki to follow. But he was much more preoccupied with ensuring his hands were cupping his paltry genitals as his partner reared back a fist.

Striking quickly, before he could even launch his punch, Mitsuru stepped up and delivered a toe kick, sending the sharp point of her stiletto right into his bared stomach. This doubled him over, and she grabbed him by the ears to pull his head down lower, into her rising knee right to his nose. This staggered him backwards, and a jumping high kick to the chest sent him right onto his ass.

“Uuugghh… G-Genki! Genki, help me goddammit!” he barked.

Genki hesitantly stepped forward, looking towards Mitsuru. She met him with a gaze straight out of his darkest fantasies… part of him wanted to come up to her and let her kick his ass, but the other part of him really, really didn’t like pain… he shirked off as his partner picked himself up, clearly enraged at his lack of support.

Haruto rushed in, diving towards her dangerous legs. Mitsuru leaped up to avoid him, stomping down onto the small of his back with both feet, letting her vicious, lengthy pointed heels stab into his flesh. He yelled in awful pain as his body bolted up, bending over backwards from the sheer force. 

Mitsuru reached down and grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm up so as to force him to expose his stomach. She proceeded to sent kick after kick into his gut, burying her pointed toe into the same spot of his stomach once, twice, three times… on the fourth, she heard the distinct crack of a shattered rib and smiled.

Letting him go to wallow in agony, she just watched as he howled, “P-Please help… oh God, nggh...”

Feeling guilty, Genki reluctantly stepped forward, begrudgingly unveiling his meager erection as he forced himself to put up his fists. As though his fear became thick molasses surrounding him, his punch was ridiculously slow as he aimed it right for Mitsuru’s face… a face that he thought was more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. He thought it’d be an absolute disgrace to give it even a scratch and that’s about the impression one would get from watching him ‘try’ to punch her.

With casual ease, Mitsuru sidestepped this blow and then the follow-up jab as well… she rolled her eyes at his pathetic display. Eventually this steamed him up a bit, enough to instead try to grab for her throat. But his move was still hugely telegraphed and she managed to counter it swiftly, reaching in, smacking his hands apart and instead grabbing him by the collar, giving him a frightening, icy death glare before pulling him around and slamming him against the wall.

“Oh God, oh God, I’m sorry…!” he whimpered, just before she rocketed her knee up between his legs, blasting his balls. They were so small that they entirely disappeared beneath her crushing kneecap, delivering full force impact to the entire surface area. Genki couldn’t help but cry from the pain, a shrill shriek of agony as he was immediately certain both nuts had been ruptured on contact as she tried her best to drive his balls right up into his pelvis with her devastating strike. 

She watched him slide pathetically down the wall, to a seated position as he tearfully clutched his balls. He was genuinely shocked to find they were both intact, though swiftly swelling to just about regular testicle size. 

His cock on the other hand, shrank… softening from the powerful blow to the balls, and then further shriveling up from the overwhelming fear and humiliation. He looked up pitifully to see her gazing proudly down at him, intently staring as his dick, already less than an inch when soft, began to recede into him, just barely cropping up from under his nuts. The swelling of his balls made the shrinkage look even more intense. She chuckled lowly, but just loud enough for him to hear.

Whether or not she really cared about the size of his cock was up for debate, but she genuinely seemed to relish seeing how much the shame was getting to him, certain that it’d break him faster than any pain would. Still… more pain couldn’t hurt… so she pulled the man’s head towards her, placing it between her powerful thighs and proceeded to squeeze it snugly. 

As Genki flailed madly and desperately, Haruto had made his way to his feet and snuck up behind his tormentor. He tried to reach around to grab her by the waist, but just milliseconds before his hands made contact, Mitsuru released her hold and shot her leg up, the skintight leather becoming a black blur as she fired a wicked back kick, sending the destructively sharp heel of her stiletto right into Haruto’s groin, stabbing into his testicles.

He sank to his knees in a howl of agony, as she turned a full 180, making use of that momentum to drive her knee right into his temple, sending him right to the floor, lying on his side. She reared her leg back and, before he could cover himself, drove another kick into his crotch. 

As he curled up into a fetal position, mewling his pain, Mitsuru turned to Genki, gasping and catching his breath. He didn’t make a move, simply cradling his own balls and watching with fear, humiliation, pain and regret all painted on his face. Content that he wouldn’t be an issue, she circled around to the back of Haruto. She delivered a toe kick to his shoulder, the force of which caused him to roll onto his front.

Sitting down on his upper back, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his arm up off the floor. He began to howl in pain as she pulled his arm between her legs, letting him feel as his arm sank into her crotch, his wrist ended up pressing against her large, soft bosom. Sadly, he couldn’t really enjoy that as his joints were being hyperextended to their very limit in a ruthless armbar. 

Haruto screamed, squirmed and fruitlessly kicked, gritting his teeth, trying desperately to hide just how much pain he was truly in and failing miserably. The whole time, Mitsuru just locked eyes with Genki, letting him see her cold, steely glare and satisfied smirk as she put an otherworldly hurt on a man that was clearly much tougher and stronger and he was. The look truly struck into the meek man’s soul.

After a minute or two straight of this, Haruto was beginning to cry as well, taken past his pain threshold. At that point, she finally looked down towards her current victim.

“I feel like now is a good time to ask...” she began, having to talk over Haruto’s constant yelling. “...are you ready to talk yet, tough guy?”

“N-N-No...” he grunted, trying to keep cool even as he was clearly sweating and failing to fight back his tears. “N-Neve-AAAAHHH!!!”

He shrieked as she cut him off by simply leaning back, putting unbearable pressure on his arm. With callous ease, Mitsuru bent his flailing limb backwards and viciously snapped it with a loud, resounding crunch. It was broken and broken badly, likely beyond ever being any use to him again.

Haruto squealed and howled in agony, as she stood up, allowing him to curl back up in a fetal position, tending to his wounded arm as it went entirely limp by his side. His howls only intensified as he realized his inability to move that arm whatsoever.

All the while Genki looked on in horror. He wasn’t exactly friends with Haruto, and there wasn’t meant to be loyalty among thieves anyway, but he felt terrible just sitting back, frozen by fear. He wanted to help but… he knew there wasn’t much he’d be able to do against her anyway. If anything, he’d just get beaten even worse!

Mitsuru looked down at him and hissed, “Is that enough for you to comply? Or would you rather have a matching set…?”

As she let that warning hang, she slowly stepped up, putting her heel against his good arm. Haruto screamed at the prospect, but didn’t respond… he was too busy wailing with pain to form a coherent response. 

After a few moments of listening to this, she smirked and replied, “Fair enough, I guess I have my answer...”

With that, she slowly reared her leg up, her dangerous stiletto hanging precariously over his elbow, looking to shatter it at the joint, much like the first arm. He was too stunned to react in time, even with her blatantly telegraphing it… he couldn’t roll away, he couldn’t do anything but watch in terror.

“St-stop! Don’t… don’t hurt him anymore…!” Genki cried out. 

Mitsuru abruptly stopped what she was doing, and darted over towards the frightened man. He couldn’t believe her speed, as before he even noticed her moving, she was right in front of him, a hand around his throat as she shoved him into the wall. Immediately he begin whimpering and whining as she stared into his quivering eyes.

“Did you just say something…? Did you just speak to me out of turn?” she growled. “You think you have any power over this situation? You think you have a single right to even SUGGEST anything I do?!”

“N-No!” he choked out a response. “I just… I’ll-I’ll talk! Please…! I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, just don’t hurt us anymore!”

Haruto reached out with his still-functioning arm, his hoarse voice quietly yelling, “Nooo…!” but he couldn’t do anything more to alter the situation. 

Mitsuru’s fierce expression was unchanging, and the wilting, frail Genki was ready to spill as many beans as possible. He began, “O-Our boss… his name is-”

He was abruptly cut off, as Mitsuru used her free hand to deliver a swift uppercut to his stomach. He cried out in pain, still being lightly choked, as she grumbled, “Shut the fuck up, scum...”

“B-But why…?” he moaned. “I was about to-”

“You were about to lie.” she finished for him. “Just lie and walk away and hope you can run far enough that I wouldn’t be able to find you once I learned of your deception. I’ve been interrogating long enough to know when a false confession is coming, you worthless, tiny little boy...”

“N-Nooo… I wouldn’t… l-lie to you…!” he choked as her hand tightened around his throat, pressing him harder against the wall.

“No…? So you’re supposed to be an honest crook…? Please. You lie everyday, to everyone you meet. After all, you claim to be a man, don’t you? And yet… you have no cock.” she matter of factly explained, gesturing to his crotch, highlighting how his dick had completely receded at that point. “And you most certainly don’t have any balls to speak of… if you’re lying about something so base, how can I trust anything you say?”

He replied only with tears. There wasn’t a better response to be had, as far as he could see. 

“Hmhmhm… and, slightly less significant; you’re a petrified little coward… and your boss? Well he’s a very frightening, powerful man, isn’t he? He must be, to instill such loyalty in a lowly man like your friend. And you…?” she mused. “I realize you’d be pissing yourself right if you still had pants on, but as rightfully afraid of me as you might be, I think you’re still scared of him more. I’m below him on the chain of fear. You’ve seen him do worse than you’ve seen from me, haven’t you…? Let me guess… you’ve seen him kill before… isn’t that right?”

His eyes went wide… or, well, even wider, stunned by how well she’d seen right through him. It was true, he wanted to cross his boss even less than he wanted to cross Mitsuru. As much as she beat them, on some level he knew she wouldn’t kill them, or atleast certainly shouldn’t! After all, no matter how she describes it… she was a cop, right? 

“Well then… that being the case… I have a lot of catching up to do.” she grimly finished, before unloading a second, devastating uppercut, burying her fist deep into Genki’s solar plexus. This took the wind out of him, and the next… well, the next simply hurt like hell. He didn’t have near the pain tolerance of his friend, this was all new to him and he was miserable to be experiencing it.

Mitsuru calmly grabbed his shoulders and drove the point of her knee into his gut, targeting the same spot over and over as she brutally bashed his abdomen. Genki’s pathetic, wailing cries escalated in volume as she seemed to be gradually hitting him harder and harder, her powerful legs thrashing his soft belly. With a crack and crunch, she knew she had snapped atleast one rib and she wasn’t letting up. 

Throughout this, Haruto somehow fought up to his knees and reached out with his good arm, grabbing her by the wrist, desperately trying to take her off-guard. Without even breaking eye contact with the tearful Genki, Mitsuru countered, grabbing Haruto’s wrist and twisting it. As he cried out in pain, she slid her leg backwards, again not turning her head in the slightest whilst her destructive heel again stabbed deeply into Haruto’s crotch. 

As he cried out in another new pain and slumped to the floor, Mitsuru kept hold of his wrist, forcing his one functioning arm to remain extended up into the air. Finally, she turned to him, leaving Genki to hunch over and tend to his aching gut as she hissed, “YOU already had your chance...” before raising her leg up and stomping down brutally onto the singled out arm. It snapped viscerally, breaking in two like the titanic under her merciless heel. 

As Haruto’s scream echoed through the small room, Genki was utterly horrified… and yet, despite himself, he became erect again as he watched her follow up with a litany of stomps, assaulting his every limb, specifically targeting the broken spots on his arms, smashing his legs, pummeling his groin and most of all, slashing against his bared gut… as her powerful stomps persisted, a large bruise grew on Haruto’s stomach.

And his partner just got harder and harder, his cock again growing to it’s embarrassing full size, even as he was speechless with fright. Watching her lithe body as it moved with decisive swiftness, attacking confidently and without mercy as she made spectacular use of her incredible legs, shown off beautifully by the skintight leather… so long, so thick yet shapely, defined yet beautifully feminine…

The suit also did well to frame her magnificent breasts, large and remarkably supple, jiggling with every jerking motion… his mouth was agape as he watched her force Haruto onto his hands and knees, before ramming her muscular thigh into his aching gut time and time again. Genki knew his cohort was once very proud of his modest abs… now, they were being turned to jelly by this overpowering, beautiful woman.

He knew he’d had a bit of a masochistic side, but this…? What the hell was this?! Despite how much he hated every second of the pain, on some level he found himself envying Haruto, wishing that she would go back to focusing on him…

With a righteous fury, she swung her leg mightily and punted Haruto in his decimated stomach, shattering a couple ribs on impact as the force of the blow rolled him onto his back. She grabbed his ankles and raised his legs up into the air, forcibly spreading them. He tried to beg her off in his choked reaction, but with two useless arms, there wasn’t anything more he could do to stop her.

Without a second thought, she brutally stomped his crotch once again, before continuing to spread his legs out, far beyond anything comfortable. A move that was colorfully referred to as “the wishbone”, he felt as though his hips were about to pop out of socket as she just kept pushing. Fortunately for him, there weren’t any breaks before she got to the limit of her wingspan. Her arms weren’t quite long enough to snap his legs in this way.

Less fortunately for him, her own legs were much, much longer than her arms. Taking care to balance herself properly, she hiked a leg up and bore a stilleto’d foot down onto his inner knee. After a few moments of gauging her weight distribution, her opposing leg followed. Suddenly, she was standing on his outstretched legs and bearing her full weight down, causing them to bend painfully backwards. They were officially in a position they were not supposed to be in at that point. 

Haruto screeched and squealed, finally finding his voice as he begged, “NOOOO! STOP! STOOOOP!!!”

Casually, Mitsuru yelled over him. “If you ever want to walk again, you know how to make it happen… otherwise, be quiet.”

To that, he had nothing to say. He only cried in agony… to this, Mitsuru shrugged and began to push his legs even further apart, simply by spreading her own lengthy legs… Genki’s cock lurched at the sight as slowly but surely, she just about did the splits herself, forcing his legs away from each other and further down at the same time. 

It wasn’t long before the pressure was too much. In a hideous chorus of snaps and crunches, one after the other, his legs gave way, snapping in several places as they went limp to the ground. His feet were about level with his sides… his screaming died out, as he found himself in so much agony that he was certain he was dying… suddenly, he lacked the strength to wail his lament.

For a few moments, Mitsuru just stood there, her heels digging into Haruto’s mangled legs, before leaping forward, sending a destructive double foot stomp into his bruised, battered ribs, her feet sinking deep into his now quite soft flesh. Upon her crash landing, Haruto’s body, what was left of it anyway, buckled upward… it was really just his head and neck that he still had full control over at that point. 

Seeking to put a stop to that, she leaped forward, slamming her knees into his throat. As he began to choke with her kneecaps digging into his adam’s apple, she went down onto her side and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head off the floor so that she could properly wrap her legs around his neck. Now, she had him ensnared him an unbelievably tight headscissor, her powerful thighs threatening to crush his windpipe.

“Let me know when you’ve suffered enough.” she droned, as though she were thoroughly bored of his torture. 

The only reason Haruto wasn’t flailing, senselessly kicking his legs and swinging his arms was because he had no use of any of his limbs… he could only lie there and desperately gasp, blood beginning to trickle from his mouth as her vice grip tightened.

She beared down hard with her hold, and kept it on for a good three minutes, occasionally loosening it just to avoid choking him out. And the whole time, Genki stayed hard. 

Still showing no signs of relenting, Mitsuru balled up her fist and punched down onto the crown of Haruto’s head, her knuckles digging into his scalp. “One last chance to give up… talk. Or never speak again...”

Haruto wailed and wept… but he dared not try to form words out of his pain, as he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to keep from conceding. So instead, he just continued to scream his anguish…

“Mmm… fine by me.” she replied, no real hint of emotion in her voice. 

With that, she squeezed a little tighter, and gave her powerful hips a swift twist. A truly horrifying crunch echoed throughout the room… making use of the full might of her feminine legs, she had snapped the man’s neck. 

Genki watched on in shock, frozen, speechless, as Haruto’s body wilted. Slowly Mitsuru uncurled her legs and the fallen man’s lifeless head swung unnaturally backwards to the floor… otherwise, he was entirely motionless. He was dead.

Calmly, the woman stood up… and then shot a glance towards Genki. That alone got him whimpering. She stepped up towards him, making no sudden moves… letting him dread every second as she approached. As he felt the chill of death course up and down his spine, his cock only seemed to get all the harder. A fear boner, one might call it.

The pathetic man backed himself against the wall once again as she approached, and he began to slide down it as she put a hand to the wall and glared down at his slithering, lowering frame. He was shaking, shivering… he was in pain, he was humiliated… and he was enraptured, absolutely smitten with the destroyer that had him in his sets.

“So… how about you?” she asked, in a tone he found strangely seductive. “Are you ready to give in…? For real this time?”

Genki opened his mouth but no words came out. He truly did want to concede, to just tell the truth and hope to survive the aftermath. But… he simply couldn’t build up the nerve. So he was silent.

Seeming to read that, she chuckled. “My, my… so you’re that afraid of him, that me snapping your friend’s neck right before your eyes only makes us tied. Is that about right…?”

Dumbly, he began to nod.

“Hmhm… well, I can think of a tiebreaker.” she remarked, as she knelt down, onto one knee. She brought her face in close to his, and put a finger to his chin. And here he thought his heart was pounding before… it was ready to burst through his chest. She made sure he could feel her warm breath on his face as she breathily whispered, “I think there’s one clear edge I have over your boss… wouldn’t you say?”

“Wha… wha… whaaat…?” he uttered, utterly dumbfounded.

“Did you think I didn’t notice…? This whole time… you’ve been ogling me nonstop. Ever since I walked through the doors, you’ve had your eyes on me. My face, my legs, my ass… especially these girls...” she cooed as she grabbed her sweet bosom and let him watch as she fondled herself, making her enormous titties bounce and jiggle before him. “As I decimated that man… even as I decimated you, still you gawked. You like what you see, don’t you? The sudden appearance of, what I assume is a dick, certainly suggests that… hmhmhm...”

“I-I-I-I...” he stammered, understandably wanting to pick his words carefully. But after freezing up for a good few seconds, he simply stated the truth. “...It was the only c-consolation I could find… hurting so much, s-so embarrassing, so frightening… but atleast I could… atleast I could look at you as it happened. You’re incredible...”

“Mmm, what a sweet tiny, little man...” she smiled. “I’m sure you’d love nothing more than for me to show you some sweetness too, eh…? Heheh… I think I got all of the murder out of system. So let me offer you this… talk, and not only will I not kill you or break any more bones, but… you may even get some… affection out of it. What do you say…?”

He gasped, stared blankly for a few seconds, and then… he began to scan her lovely body, looking her up and down, undressing her with his eyes. For her part, she began to seductively pose, putting her hands behind her head, shaking her hips, twisting her chest to let her titties sway before him… 

It goes without saying she didn’t need to do any of this. The pitiful man was likely one more punch to the stomach away from saying whatever she wanted, and forgetting all about the risks involved with betraying this criminal mastermind. But she was bored of hurting these weak men and especially of how easy it was to get Genki in particular to cry. It was as effortless for her as it was tedious.

Taking this route with him was a nice change of pace, and a bit of an ego boost as he openly admitted to being hopelessly smitten with her, even as she tormented him so. As she turned around and openly shook her ass, less than a foot from his face, he gasped and began to pant heavily. His eyes darted back and forth as he studied every beautiful inch of her lithe, twirling body…

Genki began to grunt and groan… and within a few seconds, without touching himself, he came, just from the sight alone. 

“Oh my, look at you, making a little mess on the floor like that...” she remarked, with a smile. “Didn’t see that cumming… but fortunately, it seems like you didn’t have much to expel. Makes sense, considering how small the container is…”

He’d reached a new depth of shame… and he was smiling openly about it. “Ohhhhh that felt wonderful… good God, I didn’t even touch you and you’ve made me l-lose my mind. Mmmmnggh… you’re a queen… no, you’re a goddess. I… finally understand it. I love this. Nnggh, I love it all… I love your body… I love the pain… I even love it when you insult my manhood...”

Mitsuru put a mocking hand to his head, patting him as she replied, “Ohh but dearie, you barely even have a manhood for me to insult!”

She chuckled to herself as she looked down at his cock, slowly receding back inside him as it softened. Genki’s blush intensified as a huge grin spread even further on his face. 

“Mmm… if you do grow your cock back again, though… I’d be happy to touch it, IF you did me a little favor… can you guess what that favor is…?” she asked, donning a faux sweet tone as she scratched playfully under his chin. 

“Nnnnggh… yeah. Heheheheh… I finally understand... you’re worth dying for.” he beamed. “My boss… my old boss, his name was Yasuhiko Owada. Mmm, he’s run a gang for years… but last week was the first time he ever asked us to do a job like that one. We, kidnapped a girl by his orders… I didn’t want to but I was scared to say no… he took her away,  I never saw what happened to her. But the next day we saw her again and… she was catatonic. Still breathing, her eyes blinking, subtle movements but… she was, blank. Like her mind had been erased… the boss ordered us to dispose of her… she was tossed into the river by the highway… didn’t even fight it.”

“...I see.” Mitsuru recounted. She wasn’t letting loose her emotions, but the seductive tone had momentarily been sapped entirely from her voice, signalling a shift. But she quickly brought it back, “Well, aren’t you a good boy…? Finally telling me what I needed to know...”

“Mmmm heheh… it’s a shame… I have no idea what he’ll do to me, but I’ll probably get it worse than she did...” he remarked, still smiling even as a tear fell down his cheek.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that...” she replied, as she unbuttoned and peeled away the corset from her catsuit and then, grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled it over her head. Genki’s jaw nearly hit the floor as her enormous breasts jiggled free from their constrictive confines. With a smile, she finished, “I know a nice, soft, warm place you can hide, where he will neeeever find you...” 

Needless to say, he quickly stiffened and gasped, grunting and groaning, stimulated at the very sight of her incredible, immaculate tits. He’d never in his life seen a pair like that up close, not by a longshot. Without another word she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him in as she pushed her chest out, letting his face sink deeply into her luscious, welcoming breasts.

Genki began howling once more, but out of ecstasy this time, his screams muffled within her thick, feminine titflesh. He again came, overwhelmed by the sensation, blowing another, even smaller wad of cum into the pool on the floor. 

Chuckling quietly to herself, she pushed him back against the wall, making sure to avoid getting any of his semen on her leather pants as she deepened her smother. Positioning herself on all fours, she put herself where she was in no harm’s way of any further ejaculations, content in the knowledge that he wasn’t about to shoot very far. 

Reaching down to his groin, his tiny cock again twitching massively, true to her word she touched it… and that’s all she did, simply pressing her fingertip lightly into the shaft. He came harder than ever this time, though barely anything came out. Genki swiftly hollered his remaining breath away, swiftening his passing out in her loving bosom.