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mang0-after-dark · 1 year

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She's mine! Mine! ALL MINE!

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Pairing; Yandere!Corrupted!Zoya x Chief!Reader

TW; SPOLIERS AHEAD! Yandere, tensions and blood

Summary; After the inheritance corrupts Zoya, the MBCC arrested and locked away. But her mind seems to wonder where else as the Chief visits her cell

Note; There are probably something that aren't correct because I'm stuck 7-12 at the moment as I write this

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After the events of the botched attempts of negotiation and the close call of another Black Ring event, the MBCC has upped their security after capturing the infamous form Sinner Zoya - unfortunately during these event her mental and physical state were taken over by the inheritance. MBCC and FAC have created a special block cell for her as a means for protection and for research purposes, but for others it's to reflect on their failure especially for three individual; Horo, Earl and Chief.

Earl comes in during the morning to have a 'conversation' with Zoya while she just stares at nothing, while he tries to have some kind of endearment with her. The only response he had was either grunts and a quick glance.

Horo visits after every mission and dispatches telling her about all she did to those scum bags, all the while Zoya just stares at her as she swag her axe around as to show what she did on the field.

Then finally Chief comes down to her cell to inspect her for anything that has changed or if there's any improvement, sometimes even speaking to the Legion leader about anything to the research on the inheritance - surprisingly Zoya does responses to the information given but her mind seems is elsewhere as you speak.

"Have you felt any surge of mania anywhere?"

"... No."

"Any form of pain within your chest."

"... Yes."

Take... Take... Take her!

"Shut up."

"Sorry..?"

Zoya shook her head as she straightened out the wrinkles on her pants. Flipping through the papers given to you when you first entered the room, since her arrest Zoya was reserved and not interacting with anyone else aside from Earl and Horo. But not willing to talk to anyone when it comes to research or studies. She only started to participate when you were called in as a means to use your shackles as the last resort, when you entered the room Zoya's attitude changed; she became more calm and collective. Whenever you talk to her she's more respectful but her mind seems to wonder otherwise as you spoke, even when you're speaking to someone else in the room you feel her eyes following your every move. When Hella, Hecate or any of the other Sinners she becomes more hostile if they were too close to you, touch you and even breath around you - today was no exception as you brought in Bai Yi due to the Zoya's outburst last week.

"Chief, are you sure you want to be here? What if she goes berserk again?"

Flipping through the pages as Bai Yi picks at her nails.

"It's fine Bai, she had enough time to cool down and for the Bureau to fix any of the damages she did."

During the time of talking with Zoya you know she isn't fully paying attention to your questions, seemingly burning holes in the mercenary as she continuously picks at her nails.

"Zoya."

She ignores you as she stares at Bai Yi.

"Zoya."

Standing up as she continues to disregard you as she looks down at the ground now.

"Zoya!"

Getting close to her cell to gain back her attention but just as you got close, Zoya suddenly grabbed your shirt pulling you against the bars as her other hand grabbed the back of your head. Your face smothered in her chest as best as she could through the bars, hearing her growl as her claws drag across your hip and your scalp - Zoya bears her fangs at Bai Yi as she draws out her swords.

"CHIEF!"

Her claws start to dig into your skin as Bai slowly moves forward, quickly thinking you immediately use your shackles on Bai.

"Stand down, Bai Yi!"

"But Chief!"

The eerie red glow around her neck makes her strand as she clutches her weapons.

"That's an order."

Withdrawing her weapons back as Zoya clutches onto you still growling, sighing as you signal Bai to leave the room. The mercenary grumbled as she walked out of the room. Even after she left Zoya did not let you go as she buries herself in your shoulder through the bars, hearing her grunt and huffs as she seems to take in your scent. Holding onto the bars as she continues her strange actions but taking notes of the situation - her hands moving up and along your back as if she's mesmerising every part of your body. Her mouth doesn't help at all either as she trails up from your shoulder to your collarbone then your neck. Feeling her warm breath sending shivers through your body as she once again inhales your scent.

"Zoya?"

Her lips ever so gently kissed along your jaw her hand on your hip while the other wonders down your thigh, suddenly feeling an intense pain in your neck pushing away from Zoya she licks her lips as she stares at you in a mixture of desire, lust and hunger. Guards came rushing through the door clutching your bleeding neck as the men carry you away to the medic as Zoya watches on - Dr.Iron and Nurse Anne do a thorough check up on you for any signs of mania regardless to your immunity. It took several days for the bite to heal and for the medics to finally stop attending to you, then finally conversing Nightingale and the 036 to go back and continue the research. But you had to make a tough decision of not letting any of the sinners or guards to occupy you for interrogation; Zoya won't fully cooperate unless it's you and just you alone.

"Has there been any changes to your body?"

"Not since the Square."

"Okay. What about any mental changes?"

"No..."

"Are you sure?"

"Not entirely, sure."

Sighing as you write down 'a/n' flipping to the next page continuing the same route, Zoya keeps the same attitude as before but she seems happy now that it's just you two - she even scooted closer to the bars to a point where her knees sticks out between it. Asking the same questions every minute and getting the same results.

".... Okay, have you felt any kind of surge mania?"

"Yes."

"Where exactly?"

Without any warning Zoya grabbed your hand and placed it on her chest feeling her heartbeat, it felt irregular and sporadic yet somehow soothing as Zoya opens your shirt to look at the scared mark on your neck caressing the outlines.

Mine... Mine... MINE!!

"Zoya?"

Pulling her hand as she hears the voices again not wanting to get close again and cause another commotion.

"Zoya, what is causing the surge of mania to your heart and what exactly?"

"... You."

Taken aback as you pull your hand away as she stares you in eyes with want, grabbing the bars as her eyes turn dark as she continues to stare at you.

"It's you. Every time you come my head keeps screaming for you, that surge of mania is the cause of you. It was always you!"

Her grip on the bars starts to dent the metal.

"I want you!"

She starts to bend the metal to get you as you try to use the shackles on her, but to no avail and just as you were about to run Zoya broke through the cell and grabs you from behind.

"I NEED YOU!"

Pulling you into her chest as she wraps her arm around your waist while the other grabs your throat, doing the same thing she did days ago as she now litters your neck with kisses and bitemarks.

"You're all I need."

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mang0-after-dark · 1 year

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Kujou Sara x fem!reader

NSFW content!

Warnings: Dark content! Reader literally gets bought and sold! NSWF! Dumbification! Petplay! E-stim! Slapping! The consent feels a lil weird, not gonna lie, kinda dubious! Wait, that means Dub-con, doesn't it?! Reader isn't referred to by name at all! Lotta objectification! Uhhh there's probably more I should put warnings for, but those seem the more pressing ones. Out of character! That might bother some people, but I've never pretended to know what I'm doing…

Not proof read, if there's mistakes or something doesn't make sense. Just pretend it's not there.

Word count: 6,500

What was your life like before? You can't remember anymore. Very little of your old life is left in your head. You think you had lived in a place called Mondstadt, wherever that may be. Did you have a family? Were there people who looked for you? At least for a little while? You don't know anymore.

Months of their "training" had wiped most of those memories away, replacing it with the simple idea that would be the meaning for your life.

Show obedience or be punished until you do.

Which leads you to now, the echoing sound of footsteps interrupt your quiet contemplation. The heavy boots of the handlers and hard click of someone new.

The heavy wood door leading into the kennels groans as it opens, the light leaking through the opening near blinding after being so used to the dark.

"These ones are not fully trained, but well behaved, if you would like to take a more personal touch to your new pet." The handler's deep voice alone causes goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Pushing yourself up on all fours you pad around your cage to try and face the direction of the door. The handler walks by, but the strange clicking stops in front of you. "What about this one?" The woman's voice carries greater authority than any of the handlers or guards, the mere sound causing you to shrink back into your cage, eyes locked on the floor.

The handler's footsteps return back to your cage, "ah, this one we picked up in Mondstadt. She's a bit timid, but doesn't tend to act up at all."

With your eyes locked on the ground you don't see the quiet gesture to open your cage until the bars rattle around you, pulling a surprised squeak from you as you shrink back more.

"Look up." The woman's voice commands, only taking a moment for you to realize she means you. When you drag your gaze up from the floor, you're met with a pair of hard gold eyes, framed by soft dark hair. She hums at you following the simple direction, though her gaze remains stern.

You can feel the cold stinging at your bare skin, but are unsure if that is the cause of you shivering or just the woman's gaze. Her eyes scan over you, studying every inch of you that she can see with the small distance you've made from the opening of your cage.

Her eyes seem to catch something on you, narrowing slightly, and forcing a jolt of anxiety to drive up your spine at the sight. She points to the ground near the opening, "come here." She commands, and fearing her response you crawl forward with little hesitation.

Getting closer, she seems pleased by the quick response, but her stern gaze turns to the handler, "what's this?" She practically growls, her hand tracing a large bruise on your hip. The contact pulling a small hiss from you.

"W-well, we take care to exercise the pets so they remain in good health. And I suppose when this one was last taken out, she may have gotten handled a bit… r-roughly…" he rambles, voice sounding as anxious as you feel.

The woman lets out a small growl, her eyes moving back to yours, her fingers drag up from your hip to rest gently against your cheek. And with all the nerves you feel under her amber gaze, the fear at her scrutinizing the marks over your body, you can't stop yourself from melting against the gentle contact. Eyes closing as you lean into her touch just a bit, before snapping open and pulling away a touch, catching yourself in the action.

The woman looks pleased with you again, the smallest lift in the corners of her lips making itself known. She pulls away and stands up straight, even being on your hands and knees you can see how much taller she is than the handler, and how he shrinks under her again. "I'll be taking this one. Send the papers to Tenshukaku," her eyes land back on you again, "back in the cage." She directs you back into your cage, closing the wire-like door as soon as you're clear of it.

A surprised squeak falls from your lips when a pair of men in purple armor suddenly lift your cage, wide eyes whipping to the woman's gold gaze. Her look is calm and she seems to try and offer you some silent reassurance before one of the armored men speaks.

"General Kujou, should we put this in the wagon?"

"Unless you want to carry it all the way back to the city, yes." She speaks, the click of her steps almost echoing as the pair struggle to keep pace with her.

The ride in the wagon was long and bumpy. The harsh glare of sunlight scorches your eyes after months of being locked in the dark holding rooms.

Through the bars of your cage, you can see lush greenery that you've never seen before, or at least you think you haven't. Crowds of people seem to have their eyes drawn to the wagon with mixes of admiration and fear, none even taking note of your presence peering out at them.

The Tenshukaku, as your owner called it, was a strange sight. Where most buildings had been a bit small and the larger ones weren't that much bigger. The Tenshukaku was huge, its enormous size only made more apparent by the large number of stairs that lead up to it. All around even more men in purple armor stand, some seeming to stay guard, while others march around the walls.

They don't seem to pay you any mind either.

When the wagon stops it's not long before your cage is lifted up again, the men in purple armor again clamber to keep pace with the woman who bought you. Follow her into the massive building, down hallways and too many turns for you to be able to keep up with, before stopping at one room.

Sara slides open the door and steps in, leaving the opening for the two men to carry you inside. Placing your cage against a wall where your owner can see you clearly from her desk.

"You two, go to the barracks until it comes time for your patrols," she orders, her voice leaving no room to argue, not that either man seems eager to do so. They both give deep bows before swiftly leaving the room, the door closing being the only sound for a drawn out time.

You look up to where your owner has taken a seat behind her desk, and her gold eyes stare back, catching you by surprise with the intensity in them. "I have a lot to work on, so I want no noise, understand?" You feel nerves crawl up your spine, since officially purchasing you, this is the first she's spoken to you. You only give a quiet nod before laying down in your cage, hoping to not make mistakes with your first command.

And there in your owner's office you stay, still locked in your cage, but able to now revel in the far better warmth of this room then in the holding area where you had been. The peaceful silence was only cut by the sound of your owner working.

A small knock echoes from the door to your owner's office, waiting for her word to enter before one of the purple armored men steps inside. "General Kujou, Guuji Yae of the Grand Narukami Shrine has come to see you."

Sara lets out a tired sigh, "Show her in."

Moments later a woman walks in, the purple armor leaving the room quickly. You tilt your head to see around the bars of your cage. Sparkling violet eyes look back at you. A soft smile on the woman's serene features, long pink hair flows down her back, and for a moment it almost appears to twitch at her sides.

She turns her full attention to your owner.

"Wow, I won't lie, Sara, I didn't think you would actually do it." The pink haired woman says, amazement lingering in her voice. She kneels down beside your cage, smiling softly as she gives you a small wave.

Your owner hums in response, "you had a good point in our discussion, that's all. I'll have her to keep me company while I work, and help me relax when I have a moment to spare."

The woman frowns slightly, her hands delicately unclasping the lock on your cage. "You're not going to neglect this cute little thing, are you?"

Sara looks up from the stack of papers on her desk, narrowing her eyes at Yae, "and what exactly are you trying to say?"

Yae reaches a hand in your cage, stopping just short of touching your cheek, "come on, little one, it's ok to come out now." She whispers gently, coaxing, and slowly you crawl to obey. She continues ignoring Sara as she smiles and pulls you close to her, one arm wrapping around your waist, her other hand gently carding through your hair. She finally chooses to continue once she's holding you, "I mean, pets take a lot of work, they require time and attention, they need to bond with their owners. That will be much harder to do if all you do is work while she stays in a kennel in the same room as you."

Your owner lets out a tired sigh, her eyes moving to find you staring back at her, even with the other woman's hands on you, you give your attention to Sara. The tengu woman pushes up from her seat, taking slow steps to where Yae is still holding you.

"Fine. But do be mindful that she's mine, I don't mind you playing with her, but don't try anything, you hear me?" Sara threatens the kitsune, her hand going to your cheek, gently rubbing at your soft skin, and smiling when you lean into her touch.

"Oh don't be such a spoil sport, besides her eyes haven't left you from the moment I let her out of the cage, so there's nothing to be jealous of." Yae teases, suddenly pivoting her hold on you so that she has your back pressed into her front, her hands both covering your cheeks and squishing the soft parts of your face towards Sara. "But how can you expect me to just ignore this little face! Honestly, how much did you pay to get the cutest, most well trained pet they could possibly have!"

Your cheeks flush under the praise and affection, only earning more cooing from the pinkette. "She actually hasn't been trained completely yet. I bought her because they said she is just naturally obedient." Sara gently cups one of your breasts, flicking slightly at you nipple, and smirking at the slight wiggle you do in response. "But she is definitely cute, you're right on that count at least."

Yae's hands slide down to your waist, her chin resting on the top of your head "really? Why not get one that was already trained?"

"Cause what if they trained her to have habits I don't want? It's harder to retrain someone than to teach them for the first time." Sara's hand continues to tease gently at your chest, the other moving back to your cheek affectionately.

Yae hums for a moment, "I suppose that's fair. But she seems to have some of the most common pet habits down already anyway."

"Such as?" Sara raises an eyebrow at the other woman's words.

"Generally speaking, pets are trained not to speak, ever, it's actually not uncommon for them to simply forget how over time. In a similar vein, they are often put under drugs or elemental effects that scramble up their memories from before being made into pets. So it's not uncommon for a pet's grasp on language to be exclusively in understanding what people say, and not in being able to speak or write it themselves."

Sara nods along, her eyes never leaving your body as she continues to flick and pinch at your body, drinking in every little movement you make under her hands.

"Well anyway, all of that stuff doesn't really matter." Yae's hands move back above your neck, gently cupping the sides of your hair and playfully tilting your head to the side, "this adorable little thing is only for remembering how to be a good girl and having endless love for her owner!"

"I bought her to keep me company, what good is she for that if she doesn't at least respond to me when I talk to her?" Sara doesn't seem to be actually asking, a small frown tugging at her lips for a moment before staring into your eyes. "They told me you weren't finished being trained. Can you still speak?"

You stare back at her, your lips part before sealing back shut, unease building up in your chest as your mind struggles to remember the most basic of words. From the very earliest memories you were allowed to have, you had been given from harsh reprimand to outright beaten for uttering even single syllables. Entire sentences seem impossible.

Yae's curious hum reaches your ears, "perhaps something easy? Can you just say 'yes' for us, little pet?"

Again you open your mouth for a moment before closing it again silently, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes from the frustration. Then suddenly, a small whining sound escapes your throat, slow and barely noticeable at first, the feeling is scratchy beneath your skin. Quiet and rough from so much disuse, "y… y-ye-... yes…" you stutter out the single word, eyebrows knit in focus to do so.

Excited cooing suddenly is in your ears, arms wrapping tightly around your midsection as Yae squeezes you in a tight hug. "There you go! See, little one? You can still do it!" Her face pressed against the back of your neck, and you don't notice the burning at your cheeks until suddenly Sara is pinching them, a slight frown at her lips.

"I'm glad you can still talk, but don't go reacting like that to anyone but me, you hear me?" She sounds annoyed, and the spike of fear of that tone causes you to go rigid, immediately noticed by the kitsune holding you in her lap.

"Archons, Sara, you're already getting jealous? How embarrassing." Yae giggles, loosening her hold on you, and no sooner has Sara yanked you from the kitsune into her own lap.

"I did pay for her, I can be bothered about you putting your hands all over my things if I want to!" She growls, one hand tangling in your hair and effectively shoving your nose into her neck.

"You haven't even got her on a leash, or a collar for that matter." Yae traces a finger up your spine, smiling to herself when you visibly tremble at the sensation, "so she still is in the perfect position for me to just take her from you."

"Keep talking, Miko, and I'll be much less willing to lend her to you when you ask." Sara growls, ignoring the fearful whimper you make as her hold on you only tightens further.

Yae laughs as she pushes herself up off the floor, "oh I'm only teasing, tempting though she is, I don't have the time for a pet right now." She reaches down to gently ruffle your hair before facing Sara again, "though I am serious about her needing a collar, all pets need to be properly tagged. Wouldn't want her to be anything less than presentable when the Shogun inevitably wants to meet her, do you?"

This catches the general's attention, anger dissipating with the fox's words, "would the Shogun really care about my pet?"

Yae taps at her chin in thought, "the puppet would never take notice of just one more human, but Ei herself will certainly be curious. You are the Shogun's trusted General after all."

And with that she leaves, complaining about having meetings with authors to get to, but promising to come and play with you again.

Sara does not let you out of her arms again, instead picking you up as she stands, and bringing you back to her desk with her. Holding you there cuddled into her lap until the sun had set, sleepy yawns spill from you endlessly, and Sara decides she's done working for the day.

The walk to her home is short, but as she lives in another part of the Tenshukaku, she has you crawl by her feet as she walks. Struggling to keep pace with the woman's long strides.

At one point crossing an open courtyard, the sky above takes on an orange hue as wind blows just enough to have you shivering in your uncovered state. Suddenly, it seems, the men in purple armor seem to take notice of you, seeing you crawl beside your owner, you can feel their stares at your body, none dare to even come near you, nor utter a word, but you know they are watching you. For what you can't even begin to guess.

"Here we are." Sara says as she opens the door of her home, giving you space to crawl through the opening before her.

Padding around the wooden floors, Sara's home is decorated simply, minimal but plush furniture in vibrant purples much like her office. You crawl closer to her couch, reaching to grab the edge and pull yourself up before a hand grasps your hair, yanking you back away from the soft looking cushion.

"Oh no you don't! You went crawling through the dirt on the way here, you are NOT going near that until you've had a bath!" Sara drags you away from her furniture by your hair.

Fear at angering her so quickly grips your throat, wide terrified eyes look up to the woman grasping your hair, but her expression does not seem angry. Just strict, she isn't punishing you, just making sure you know the rules. Blinking away the tears that had quickly formed, you try your best to nuzzle against the hand that grips your hair to show Sara you understand.

She lets out a low sigh, her grip loosening until she just has her open palm resting against your head. "... 'm s-sorry…" you whimper, turning to press your nose into her palm before she gives it a playful pinch.

"I should have said something sooner, but don't try that again." She says, her tone still firm, but her eyes look at you softer.

"But…" she suddenly changes her focus, quickly her arms hook beneath your legs and shoulders, and like you weigh nothing at all, she lifts you up and starts further into her home. "Before anything else, you're getting food and a bath!"

She brings you to a room with a small table and chairs surrounding it, various shelves with baskets and jars line the walls. Placing you down on the floor, Sara snatches something from one basket, drags a chair to sit in front of you, and tugs a small knife into her grip. She cuts into the small round red object in front of you, slicing a wedge from it, and holding the piece out, close to your lips.

"Eat." She says, eyes watching you closely as you lean in to take a small nibble of the wedge of whatever she's giving you.

Sweetness sparks across your tongue. The trainers only gave you some kind of bland moist oats for meals, you hadn't expected something to taste any different. You quickly move to take another bite, this time effectively snatching the small wedge between your teeth and sitting back chewing happily at this treat.

"You like apples do you? Good, I'll remember that." She returns your wide smile, knowing it's likely more for the fruit then her.

Your focus is brought back to her when the sound of cutting reaches you, your owner smiling peacefully as she cuts more food for you. You can't help the blooming heat in your core for the woman as you look up at her. The way her hands handle the knife so easily, the quiet and rough way she's been taking care of you.

Sara continued to hand feed you like that until you had munched down three apples, her cutting them for you slice by slice, and you sitting by her feet and happily humming at the flavor of each bite.

Then she stood up, plucked you up off the ground again, and started for a different part of the house. "Alright, let's get you in your bath now."

The bathroom, as your owner called it, may be the most boring to look at, she sits you in the center as she starts messing with a large tub. The shelf beside it is filled with bottles of different sizes and colors, the shades and variety holding your attention until you're being lifted again.

Slowly set down into scorching heat. You let out a loud whimper and squirm away from the painful feeling in Sara's grasp, clinging onto her clothing desperately. "H-hey! Stop that! You'll get used to the temperature in a moment!"

Still letting out pathetic mewls, you go still as she lowers you further into the hot water, the burning sensation overwhelming you at first, but fading as your body relaxes more. Slowly you let go of where Sara had let you continue to cling onto her for support.

"See? Doesn't that feel nice?" Sara kneels down beside the tub, neatly removing the armor and sleeves that cover her arms.

"M-hm.." you hum, lifting your hands to cup water in your hands, "w-warm…"

You turn your head up to the shelf of colorful bottles, reaching up to grab at one, Sara's hand quickly grasp your wrist and pulls your hand back. "I'll handle that, pet."

She grabs a bottle and sets it on the floor beside her, her eyes averted enough to miss you reaching for another one. Inspecting it for a moment before Sara snatches it out from your hands, "not that one." She places the bottle back in its place.

She turns her attention away again, and curiosity continues to win out, reaching again for yet another bottle. Missing the way She clicks her tongue annoyed at your action.

Sara's hand suddenly wraps around your throat, her fingers squeezing not enough to cut off your breath, but enough to make breathing take a small labor. "Stop." She growls, even with your eyes averted from her, you tremble under the weight of her glare.

"S-sh-sorry!" You whimper, voice low and strained from her grip, tears stinging your eyes. Your shaking hands slowly reach to return the colorful bottle, eyes remaining on the water surface.

And then she lets go, her palm sliding up from your neck to your cheek, gently pushing your tears away with her thumb. "I know you're curious, but I'm trying to clean you. When I'm done you can just sit in the water and look at the bottles all you want, but until then just sit still."

She returns her focus to washing you, pouring a sweet smelling liquid into her hands before massaging it into your wet scalp. You hear her chuckle at the low moan that slips past your lips as her fingers dig into your head. The fear of her grip on your throat gone, now all you can revel in is the feeling of her hands in your hair.

"Close your eyes." She whispers, gently she pours a jug of the water over your head, rinsing out the liquid, but the sweet smell still surrounds you.

The bath continues like that, Sara gives you gentle instructions and simple orders while taking care of you herself. Scrubbing at your skin, massaging whatever the bottles hold into you, and finally when she says she's done, she lets you sit back in the tub, dropping one of the bottles into your hands.

"See that wasn't so bad, was it?" She asks, smiling as you look increasingly confused at the bottle in your hands. You shake your head before turning the bottle towards her.

"W-what m-m-ean?" You ask, voice soft but full of curiosity.

"Aw, poor thing, you can't read, can you?" She teases, pulling your head closer to her to plant a kiss above your ear, "Miko was right, this thing is completely empty."

You keep your eyes on the bottle, inspecting every angle of it before slowly opening the cap. It's the first sweet smelling liquid Sara used on you! You hum as you sniff the bottle, a new idea popping in your head, it smells so sweet, so enticingly similar to the food she had given you before. You lower the bottle from your nose to your lips, slowly your tongue snakes out to try and get a taste of the sweetness.

Your tongue doesn't reach the bottle before Sara's fingers are clamped around the wet muscle, "Silly little pet." She hums, her firm hold on your tongue stopping you from being able to retract it back behind your lips.

Her fingers rub slightly on your tongue, she seems relaxed as her other hand pulls the bottle from your grasp. "Shampoo isn't for eating." She states firmly, only letting go of your tongue when the bottle has been closed and placed back on its shelf.

After forgetting about the bottles you hum happily in the water, leaning to the side closest to your owner. Sara's hand dips in the water, tracing shapes against the inside of your thigh as she watches you enjoy the hot water. Her other hand is occupied by petting your wet hair comfortingly, wanting you to enjoy the bath after having to reprimand you.

Your eyes slide from staring at your owner to where her hand lingers beneath the water's surface. Moving slowly, attempting to go unnoticed, you move your hands to her own, gently latching onto her hand and leaning closer to her, against the side of the tub.

The tengu hums for a moment, squeezing your hands back before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "What's wrong, pet? Do you want to get out now?"

You slowly shake your head "mm-mm…" you close your eyes, taking a steady breath as you revel in the safe feeling Sara is giving you.

"Then what do you want, baby?" She whispers, you can hear the tiny way the corner of her lips quirk upward.

Your breath hitches, an idea sparking in your mind. Already Sara has been giving you warmth, affection, and even food, yet she still hasn't taken you the way the trainers said your owner would. So you look her in the eyes, your hold on her hand tightening just a touch, as you pull her to where you want her.

She watches with amusement as you guide her hand lower and lower, before pressing her fingers against your cunt, and bucking your hips against her.

Her low chuckle makes heat bloom in your chest, her lips graze your ear as she whispers with a new husk in her tone, "needy little thing aren't you?"

You nod, the hot water doing nothing to prevent the excited shiver that runs through you as she presses her finger tips in with more force. Pinching your clit as she gently bites at your ear, not even flinching at the gasped moans that come out of you.

You can't begin to understand how she does it, how quickly and effortlessly her fingers dance over your folds, how quickly she has your hips bucking and you barely able to drag in breath.

"You're splashing water, pet." Sara whispers the husk she had now mingling with her normal firmness. Her fingers stop, pulling away from your cunt, her eyes giving you a warning look as you let out a frustrated huff.

She stands up, flicking water off her hand at you before grabbing a large fluffy towel. "Out." She commands, her voice uncompromising, but her eyes holding some kind of excitement.

Unwilling to make her angry, you move to obey quickly, crawling out over the side of the tub, and sinking to your knees on the towel she had laid out before getting you in.

She makes quick work of drying you off, expertly drying your skin, wrapping the towel around your hair, and lifting you back into her arms again. Carrying you to yet another room, this with a large and impossibly soft looking bed.

Your owner lays you down over the soft cloth, resting your head against a puffy pillow, before quickly grasping your wrists and pressing them to the sides of the cloth item.

"Hold onto the pillow, baby." She gently orders, waiting for you to grasp onto the cloth with both hands before continuing, "you better keep your hands right there. If I see you move your hands away or even let go of that pillow, you will be in serious trouble."

Fear mingles with anticipation at her threat, but you nod quickly to show you understand, your thighs pressing together at the growing need, and from the smile she gives you after, you're sure that is enough.

A sharp gasp rises from you as her fingers return to your folds. Clinging tight to the pillow as a finger tip teases your entrance.

Her eyes watch your features closely as she continues to tease you, her fingers giving you so much, but nowhere near enough. She hums at the way your hips wiggle for more friction against her, the steady way your chest rises and falls faster and faster the longer her fingers torment you. And she takes immense joy from the shocked look on your face when she's gathered enough of your wetness to push a finger inside.

Your noises grow louder, frustrated whimpers being replaced with fully breathy moans. Your hips lifting a bit at Sara's penetration. With each slow thrust of her finger heat builds in your core, and you can feel a knot quickly grow tighter inside you.

Sara's lips find your neck, digging her teeth into the soft skin and humming when you yelp at the pain. She smiles and presses soft kisses over her bite before doing it again. Biting and sucking marks into your neck, staking her claim on you until she can find a collar that fits you. Her tongue offers some soothing to the fresh bruises, but when you start to expect she's satisfied, she repeats the process again on the other side of your neck.

The combination of her slowly thrusting finger and her wandering mouth has your head feeling light. Hands shaking where you cling to the pillow, legs loosely wrapped around Sara's waist. You feel so close to her, past the point of being pressed together. You weren't sure what it would feel like to finally have an owner, but Sara has made it so much better than you could have dreamed.

The dark haired woman pauses in her ministrations, sitting up on her ankles as she looks down at you. Inspecting the marks she's already left before giving a satisfied hum, and moving to remove her clothing.

Every inch of skin she reveals has you growing messier under her, defined muscle and soft skin. Curves cut from unimaginable time dedicated to sculpting them. And numerous scars, of various shapes and sizes, littered across her body. You try and count them, to guess what some of the larger ones could have been. But her lowering back down on you puts those thoughts to a halt.

"You're doing such a good job, pet." She praises, husk in her words that tug at your heart in a way that makes you need to obey her even more.

Sara slides down, kissing and biting from your collarbone, over your breasts, down your stomach, and wraps her lips around your clit. The contact along shooting shivers down your spine, but the way she starts to suck on it pulls a loud cry from you.

Squirming harder, your hips shaking as you try to grind against her mouth, hands trembling to stay on the pillow.

She licks a long strip down your cunt, pausing for only a moment before burying her tongue in your hole. Her hands firmly holding your thighs open, squeezing hard enough to bruise that soft skin. A moan escaped her at your taste, the vibration of the sound sending shocks through you.

Your body almost gives out on the spot, trembling hard as the knit tightens unbearably tight. Almost ready to snap, so close to a building release.

And then Sara stops, lifting her face away to lick her lips and eye you tauntingly. "Was there something you wanted, pet?"

You whimper, the tight knot starts to fade, and the release that felt so close along with it.

Then her fingers return to your hole, two easily slipping in you, and pulling needy moans out again. The knot returns quickly, as does the trembling and coming release, Sara's fingers making easy work of you.

Until they stop too, you can't stop yourself from crying now, staring with watery eyes as your owner licks her fingers clean, pretending not to notice your distress.

"Did you really think I would let you cum that time?" She teases, her hands gently massaging your thighs, fingers dragging closer and closer, but never touching where you need her most. "You need to ask first."

You whimper again, mewling sweetly to try and communicate your need, your mind devoid of anything but desperation. Leaving no room to try and struggle with words.

She clicks her tongue in mock disappointment, shaking her head slowly before returning to your cunt. Pushing her fingers in again, now taking a painfully slow pace. Dragging them in and out in long slow motions, but still curling and pressing at the sweet spot inside you.

"That's a shame, baby. Was looking forward to watching you cum, but if you can't ask for it, I guess you won't be getting an organ at all." She mocks, sharp eyes drinking eagerly at the horrified desperation that plasters across your features.

Waiting for your focus to be only on her and trying to silently plead to her, Sara quickly dives back in. Her tongue returns to your clit ravenously, and her fingers speeding up with each thrust.

The pace she sets is blistering. Her fingers pumping inside you relentlessly, curling to hit the spot that makes spots appear in your vision. Her tongue lapping mercilessly at your clit, swirling around and flicking the bud over and over.

"Ah! W-wan'... cum!" You cry, the searing heat of Sara's tongue growing to be too much, the knot is pulling tighter and tighter, but she still won't let it snap, won't let you fall over the edge.

"Aww, does my little pet want to cum for me?" Sara's tone is rough, taunting more than teasing as her fingers don't lose any speed where they pump in and out of your cunt.

"Y-yes!" Is all you manage to choke out, the cruel sting of Sara ripping her fingers from your hole to deliver a quick slap to your already abused lips, pulling a sharp yelp from you.

Her fingers still, gently press against your clit, the mere contact causing your hips to jerk. "I don't know, you're being such a nasty little slut, that I don't think you should get to cum yet." No sooner does she stop speaking does pain rip through your body, electro surging out from her fingers into your sensitive body.

The scream that rips out of you is far worse than any your old training had gotten from you, the ways your owner handles you are all so staggeringly different then the trainers. And you don't think you mind it, because you can see it, in her eyes, the delight. She's enjoying this, trying with you so cruelly. She's looking at you so adoringly, if your grasp on speaking wasn't still loose, you would beg for her to keep looking at you that way.

"P-puh-pleeaash!" Your words slur, the pain subsiding as her fingers return to your entrance.

Sara smirks at you, moving up from where she lay between your legs to instead hold herself up over you, her face now so close your noses almost touch. Her fingers plunge back into you, now taking an almost painfully slow pace. "Hmm, I guess you have been perfectly behaved, just a bit messy, but a dumb little pet like you can't really help that can you?"

Unsure of if it's a real question, and tpp desperate to care, you shake your head quickly, tear filled eyes silently begging for release as you cling onto the pillow beneath your head.

She chuckles, quiet and deep, with her chest pressed to yours, you can feel the sound vibrate against you. Leaning in closer, her lips only just grazing against your own, "then go ahead and cum for me, my little pet." And as soon as she says those words her fingers pick up back to their previous speed, pumping in and out of you furiously.

Loud moans fall from your lips almost in screams, tears stream down your cheeks as suddenly Sara's lips crash against yours. The woman drinking up every sound you make, her lips dancing with yours as she works you to your high, silently urging you to cum on her fingers.

And when you do, you see white. The knot in your stomach finally snaps, overwhelming heat and pleasure wrack your body, and your limbs tremble with more force than you could even hope to try and hold back. Your legs snap shut around Sara, clinging onto the woman who has ruined you.

Slowly Sara pulls away from you, gently caressing your body as she whispers quiet praise into your ear. "Such a good girl, aren't you? You really don't disappoint, do you? You really want to be my good girl, huh?"

In the moment, the exhaustion of having been played the way Sara did, you can't bring yourself to even try and think of a lie, "y-yes… o-only for you…"

Sara leans in and presses her lips to yours again, more gently now, but still carrying hunger in it, still dominating over you with the simple action. Her eyes seem sharp, but filled with need, "good, I'm still far from finished with you for tonight." She growls hungrily, biting and sucking at your neck again, pulling your hands from the pillow to hold them down herself.

And though nervous for what's to come, you're so happy that you were found by such an adoring owner. You know that with her, you will feel safe, in her arms nothing can reach you.

You belong only to her now.

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