"Feeling good?"
"..."
Smack! Smack!
Seeing Tamako's dumbfounded expression, I slapped her twice, once on the left and once on the right side of her cheek.
"Answer me."
I commanded, and when she saw me raise my hand again, Tamako, unable to bear it any longer, blurted out,
"That... that felt good!"
"Huh?"
The answer surprised me because I was expecting some resistance, maybe even a pathetic attempt to fight back.
But this submission was also good.
Or maybe, my clever little slut was just pretending to be an obedient pet to save herself from more punishment.
To test this, I slapped her again, but without [Eros Touch].
Smack!
"Felt good?"
"I... I feel great."
Turned out she was indeed lying, or perhaps she was inherently a masochist.
Smack!
So I slapped again and asked.
"Who are you?"
"I... I am..."
Tamako cried as she was slapped several times without reason, but she still couldn't bring herself to say those words. Noticing the hesitation in her eyes, I bent down to wipe away the tears on her face and spoke in a bewitchingly tender voice.
"Say it… You're a slut."
"I am... I am a slut."
The words finally tumbled out of her mouth, and I couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
"Well done."
She wasn't a complete masochist, but the seed was there, and all I had to do was cultivate and nurture it into full, beautiful bloom.
And what better way to start than with a little shock to the system?
So before she could even understand what was happening, a barrage of slaps rained down on her.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
I slapped her more than a dozen times on both sides.
When I stopped, both of Tamako's cheeks felt hot. Without even looking, she knew they must be covered with handprints.
The pain, mixed with shame, made her burst into tears. She finally couldn't hold it in anymore. When did she ever suffer so much in her life?
Sobbing, she quickly stood up, wanting to put on her clothes and leave, to escape this nightmare, but I, standing behind her, didn't give her the chance.
My hand shot out, and I forcefully pushed her back to her knees. Then, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at me, I touched her cheeks, stroking the slap marks on her face with my thumb.
"Feeling wronged?"
Tamako was still crying, but she didn't dare answer the question. The last slap had left an indelible mark on her heart, and it made her too afraid to risk displeasing me.
Her mind raced as she desperately tried to make sense of everything.
By now, she understood that I was no child. The strength I'd used to force her to her knees surpassed even her husband's, and the cold cruelty in my eyes belonged not to a boy, but to a seasoned predator.
As such, she clung to the only explanation that didn't shatter her reality completely. Dwarfism. Or some bizarre condition that made me look like a ten-year-old.
Moreover, she also thought that perhaps this whole thing… it was a trap. From the moment I stepped into her home, I had already set my sights on her. She was the prey, and her tight little pussy was the prize I was after.
Although she felt she was right, she still didn't know for sure. It was all just her own conjecture. And even if she was right, so what?
What could she possibly do about it? Did she have any choice in this at all?
The answer was a big NO.
So she could only think these things in her heart and not let any of her thoughts surface on her face, because she was afraid that if she said or did the wrong thing, she'd get another slap in the face.
"Looks like you feel wronged."
Noticing the look on her face, I narrowed my eyes, seeing through her little thoughts, and suddenly, my fingers reached down and into her dress.
She had already changed into this erotic, flimsy outfit Mio had provided, which meant she wasn't wearing any underwear.
As expected, my fingertips found her bare flesh instantly and stroked her wet pussy. By the time her mind caught up to the invasion, I had already withdrawn my hand.
She stumbled back a step, and a deep, shameful blush bloomed across her cheeks as she stared at me in horror.
"Why are you looking at me?" I held my fingers up, waving them mockingly in front of Tamako's face. "You should be looking here."
My two fingers were coated in a thick, glistening fluid. I brought them to my own nose and inhaled deeply. The faint, musky scent of her needy pussyhole was as intoxicating as Michiko's.
"Don't you feel wronged? Then what is this?"
This was her vaginal fluid, discharged because I had used [Eros Touch] while slapping her.
But Tamako had no way of knowing that.
All she knew was that my slaps on her face had triggered this humiliating flood from her cunt. Was she really a masochist?!
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's okay if you don't answer. I'll give you a chance."
I slowly moved my hand away from her face and said magnanimously.
"If you want, you can leave through this door. I promise everything will be over, and we will never see each other again. But if you stay and continue to act like this and not be obedient to me, then I will leave, and the price of my leaving would be something you wouldn't want."
Hearing those words, Tamako's hand, which had been fumbling with the hem of her dress, froze mid-motion.
Leave?
A chance, however slim, to escape this nightmare?
But was I telling the truth? And what did "everything will be over" truly mean?
Perhaps everything would indeed be over, but not for me, for her, and for her family.
This was a final, cruel test, a warning that further defiance would bring consequences far beyond a simple slap.
So even though she wanted to, she didn't, because leaving was never an option to begin with. The life of her family depended on her submission, and she had long been targeted by me. There was no way out.
"Three... two... one," I counted down. "Since you won't leave, there's no turning back."
A predatory look appeared in my eyes.
"Now lie down on the ground."
Tamako swallowed hard, and after mentally preparing herself, she did as instructed. She obediently lay down on the ground at my feet, making me smile with satisfaction.
"Since you're not leaving, then spread your legs now. Let me see your pussy."
This demand further reinforced her sense of humiliation, but because of the choice she had made mere seconds ago, she had no recourse. She had no choice but to obey.
Hesitantly, she parted her legs.
"Split them a little more. It's not wide enough. Of course, if you want to be slapped again, you can keep dawdling, but I don't know if the marks on your face will be gone by tomorrow. Are you planning to meet your husband and son with my handprints still on your cheek?"
Urged by me, she spread her legs wide open.
I squatted down in front of her, pushing the thin fabric of her dress aside to fully reveal her glistening slit, and gently poked her tender pussyhole with my finger, watching it clench involuntarily.
"It's still pink," I exclaimed in delight.
Her MILF pussy was completely without pigmentation or blemish, looking as untouched and tight as a virgin's.
Both Michiko and she—these two MILFs were truly something else. Despite both being mothers to 10-year-old children, they possessed these world-class cunts, so perfect that it was almost unbelievable.
"No... don't say it."
As Tamako cried out in shame, I simply snorted and viciously pinched her swollen clitoris.
"Who the hell do you think you're ordering around?"
"Ah! I was wrong! Please, please don't pinch me! I know I was wrong, I'm so sorry!"
The clitoris was a place with a dense bundle of exposed nerves, impossibly sensitive, so when I pinched it, it sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her, making her entire body spasm and bounce off the floor.
She desperately wanted to reach down and shove my hand away but didn't dare. All she could do was plead.
But I showed no mercy. I continued to pinch the tender nub, twisting and pulling it outwards and stretching it cruelly.
"You stupid bitch who doesn't listen to her master. Who do you think you are, talking back?"
"I'm a slut, ah... I'm just a slut! I know I was wrong, please stop pinching it. I can't take it anymore!"
"From now on, you are nothing but a filthy bitch at my feet. Say it."
"Yes... Yes, your filthy bitch understands."
Having received a satisfactory answer, I mercifully released her, placing my finger against her lips.
"It's covered in a slut's filth. Lick it clean."
The sticky, musky scent of her own vaginal fluid made her blush crimson, but she didn't dare disobey. She parted her lips and slowly took my finger into her warm mouth, while her tongue swirled around it in a pathetic, flattering attempt to please me.
However, the rhythm was never under her control. In the two seconds after I put my finger in her mouth, I brutally started thrusting my finger in and out of her mouth, ramming it against the back of her throat, making her gag and choke.
I knew that to break her, to mold her into the obedient bitch I desired, I had to be absolute. I had to be strict. So I continued to fuck her mouth with my finger, each thrust going deeper than the last.
She wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to run. She was trapped. Lost in a haze of pain and humiliation, she barely registered when her face was suddenly pressed hard against the bulge in my pants.
"Want to lick it?" I whispered like a devil.
The unique musky scent of a man wafted into Tamako's nostrils. She squeezed her eyes shut, bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and, swallowing every last shred of her dignity, she choked out the words.
"I want... I want to lick."
"Hehe."
A soft, cruel chuckle echoed from above her. She hesitantly looked up, meeting my gaze as I stared down at her.
"If you want to lick it, you have to make your master happy first."
"Yes." Although she agreed verbally, she didn't know how to make me happy.
To be honest, the whole day felt surreal to Tamako. She didn't know how she had ended up in this state, and a part of her wanted it all to just be a bad dream.
Noticing her daydreaming, I slammed my hand down on the back of her head, forcefully mashing her face into my crotch. Her mouth and nose were completely buried against the rough fabric, and the air squeezed from her lungs, making her struggle pathetically.
"Breathe properly!"
Hearing the command, she frantically tried to comply, taking as deep a breath as she could manage, pulling what little air she could from the space between my thighs.
The hot puffs of her breath traveled through the fabric of my pants, directly onto my cock, causing the thick shaft wrapped in my underwear to swell and harden instantly.
But her desperate obedience only fueled my sadistic desires.
I unbuckled my belt, and the enormous cock straining against my black underwear was finally revealed to Tamako's wide, terrified eyes.
She gasped for fresh air as her gaze locked onto the monstrous thing.
"So... So big."