Chapitre 158: Breaking Herself (Persona 5)
A/N: Breaking Herself was a commission originally written in October of 2019! Posting it up now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Mind Break, Rough Sex, Master/Slave
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As a Public Prosecutor for the Tokyo District's Special Investigation Department, Sae Nijima sometimes had to get her hands dirty. Sure, she wasn't necessarily supposed to be investigating things on her own, but the police couldn't always be counted on to find her evidence for her, and Sae was nothing if not a go-getter. She was a hungry young woman, eager to make her mark on the world, eager to make a name for herself and rise through the ranks of power.
She had to be, with the loss of her mother and father. She had to be strong, because heaven knew that her younger sister wasn't in any position to help out yet. That annoyed Sae, certainly… but she still loved her little sister. She just had a hard time expressing it sometimes. But perhaps… perhaps that was why she was pushing herself so hard on this latest investigation.
There was a prostitution ring cropping up in Tokyo, one that disgusted Sae to no end. Not only were the girls within it coerced into working in the sex trade, they were eventually fully and utterly broken sexually, and even became willing to stay from what she'd been able to discover. It was horrifying and disgusting, though of course Sae found herself judging the women just as much as she was judging the mysterious organization behind the sex trade.
How dare they be so weak? How dare they fall to such a silly, primal thing as sex. Sae herself had a libido, of course. She had urges once in a while. But she didn't have time to do more than masturbate every week or so. She relieved her sexual desires during that weekly self-gratification session, and then she got back to work. She was far too busy to worry about finding a man or finding a romantic relationship. At the end of the day, Sae Nijima was married to her job.
Still, she'd found herself doggedly investigating this prostitution ring. She'd known that the only way for her to properly bring this ring down was to figure out how they were doing it. After all, even if the girls were unwilling in the beginning, they were willing by the end. That meant that any of the whores she had the police pick up and bring in for interrogation were always happy to talk about how much they loved being horny little sluts… and of course, constantly propositioned the officers who had arrested them.
Sae knew for a fact that some of the police officers who were investigating the prostitution ring had already taken the whores up on their offers. Fuck, she knew it firsthand, given she'd walked into not one but TWO interrogation rooms at this point only to find a policeman getting an incredibly sloppy, incredibly enthusiastic blowjob from a whore.
It wasn't like it was something Sae found attractive or anything, but the sight had certainly… pinged her suppressed libido. However, any arousal had been swiftly transformed into anger and rage. Sae had made sure both men were suspended without pay, but from their whining protests alone, she knew that they weren't the only ones. 'But everyone does it, Prosecutor!' was pretty damn incriminating, after all. Of course, when she'd demanded names, they'd both clammed up.
It probably meant that the policemen she was sending out to pick up the whores were having their way with them on the way back to the station, rather than in the actual fucking interrogation room like the two dumbasses she'd caught in the act. Smart, but that didn't make Sae any happier. Especially when she knew deep down inside that the young women she was having arrested for questioning were not entirely willing.
Oh sure, they ended up willing by the end, but Sae had dug deep on her own time when the police had proven to be completely useless in this investigation. She'd pushed hard… and she'd found paths on the internet that weren't meant for someone like her. Luckily, she'd used her personal computer, so her professional computer wasn't tied to the searches she'd had to make on the Dark Web.
Regardless, she'd discovered an entire series of videos outlining the taking, breaking, and training of one of the very women she'd had in her interrogation room just a week before. The young woman hadn't started out as a whore… no, she'd been a schoolteacher before these people, whoever they were, had gotten their hands on her. She'd been taken from her small apartment one night, a leave of absence had been approved for her the next day, and over the course of a week's worth of video, she'd been broken down via sexual torture and drugs, turned into a cock-hungry cum dump of a whore, barely recognizable from the young woman who had had such a passion for learning, such a passion for shaping the young minds of their next generation.
It was awful, to be sure. And it spoke of this going higher up than Sae could have imagined. The power that these people, whoever they were, had… it was just a little frightening. But Sae Nijima hadn't gotten to where she was by being easily frightened, not by a long shot. She hadn't worked as hard as she did just to be scared away at the first sign of trouble. And maybe, just maybe… having a younger sister was provoking her. Some of the girls in this prostitution ring were her sister's age. Even if she was bad at showing it, Sae did love her only family… and the thought of her sister being tortured and broken and turned into a prostitute made her blood boil something fierce.
So of course, she was spending another long night at the Public Prosecutors Office, looking over what she'd found so far, doing some 'above board' work now that she had what she needed from the Dark Web. She'd probably still need to do a few more searches after hours on her own time, but for now she could stay at work a little longer and just bill the Special Investigation Department for her overtime.
Of course, she still needed coffee to get her through the night. Having just finished brewing a pot, Sae goes ahead and pours herself a cup. A tall woman with long ashen hair, the beautiful Public Prosecutor is dressed in a black business suit with a turtleneck under the jacket. Her black heels complete the professional ensemble, making it clear that she is not someone to be trifled with.
Making her coffee just the way she likes it, Sae brings the piping hot cup to her lips and takes a long drink, her nostrils flaring in appreciation as her body perks up at the sudden burst of caffeine. That was just what she needed to get herself through the rest of tonight. She doesn't smile in satisfaction or anything like that, Sae doesn't smile very often to begin with… but there is a bit more pep in her step as she makes her way back to her desk.
She doesn't quite rate her own office yet, unfortunately. She's working on it, and fully intends to earn one soon enough, but for now she's stuck in the cubicles with everyone else, despite knowing she's better than all of them. Of course, right now it's just her cubicle that's lit up, the rest of the office is dark, given Sae is the last one in the building. Just another sign that she takes her job more seriously than any of her peers could ever hope to…
Still, knowing she's the only one in the building, Sae is a bit surprised and slightly nonplussed to find a note waiting on her keyboard that she knows wasn't there when she left to make coffee a few minutes ago. It has her name written on the outside of it as well. Frowning slightly, Sae places her cup of coffee down and picks up the note, cocking her head to the side as she unfolds the piece of paper.
Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, Public Prosecutor? For shame. We'll be coming for you next~
The note is unsigned of course, but it doesn't need to be signed for Sae to know who it's from. Her eyes widen and her nostrils flare in surprise as she finds herself suddenly looking around in a somewhat frantic panic. Her mind immediately goes to the videos that she'd been forced to watch in the course of her investigation, the sickening ways that the shadowy figures sexually tortured and broke down the girls they took, turning them into willing, horny whores one and all.
Realizing that she's very nearly hyperventilating, her breathing coming out in pants as her entire chest moves up and down with each inhale and exhale, Sae forcibly and brutally brings herself under control. She focuses on her anger, on her rage, on her fury. How dare they. How dare they come in here and try to intimidate her. How DARE they!
Even still, even pushing all of her fear and trepidation down, Sae doesn't stick around. Gathering up her things, the Public Prosecutor shuts off her computer and turns off her desk light, before hurrying out of the office. Her back is ramrod straight, but her head is on a swivel even as she makes her way to her car and begins to drive home.
Along the way, she manages to fully finish calming down, at least somewhat. This was a step too far. So, they knew who she was… so what? So, they were coming for her… again, so what? Sae would not be intimidated. She would not be stopped. She wasn't afraid of some rapists who were too cowardly to even step out of the shadows. She was going to hunt them down, and she was going to see them all locked away for the rest of their miserable lies. Maybe after that, the women that they'd so brutally broken could be rehabilitated.
Arriving at the home she shares with her younger sister, Sae can't help but feel a lot more confident in herself and what she's doing after that internal pep talk. Only for all of her confidence to vanish the moment she steps up to her front door only to realize it's slightly ajar and has been broken open. Eyes widening in a rare display for the outwardly cold and business-like Public Prosecutor, Sae finds herself racing into her house.
She doesn't call out to her, but she does make a beeline right for her sister's bedroom, opening the door and looking inside. To her great relief, not that she would ever outwardly show it, Makoto is there, asleep in her bed. They haven't taken her; they haven't taken her sister. Nostrils flaring in righteous anger yet again, Sae backs out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her carefully.
Then, she moves back over to the door, closing it as best she can and then moving a nearby table in front of it. Writing a quick note about the door being broken and for Makoto to use the back one if she had to leave, Sae heads to her own room, more than ready for bed. In the morning, she'll wake up bright and early to get a head start on tracking these fuckers down.
However, as she's undressing for bed, Sae finally notices it. The one final thing that those who had broken and entered into her home had left behind. There's a used condom filled to the BRIM with cum sitting on her nightstand, right beside her bed. Sae freezes up at the sight of it at first, her mind immediately going back to videos she'd seen once again, specifically to a part where the woman in the video was forced to drink down cum from used condoms early on, lest her rapists not use condoms at all and risk impregnating her instead.
It was the first willing thing that the schoolteacher had done, she'd drank their seed to keep it from being deposited inside of her womb, possibly because she'd still hoped to be saved and hadn't wanted to be defiled and bred by her captors any further. Of course, by the end of the video series Sae had watched, the young woman no longer cared and was happy to be creampied by her rapists, happy to be whatever they wanted her to be.
It's in that moment, staring at the used condom in what's supposed to be the sanctity of her own bedroom, where she SLEEPS, that Sae Nijima's righteous anger fades away, replaced entirely by bone deep fear. Of course, they didn't take Makoto. Hadn't they already made it clear? They weren't coming for her little sister… they were coming for her.
A shudder runs down Sae's spine as she disposes of the condom and tries to climb into bed and go to sleep at the same. Sleep doesn't come easily to her though, but eventually it DOES come… little does she know however, all of this has shifted things within her, has changed things. Her perception has been altered… and with that, so has her palace and her shadow.
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Where Sae Nijima was professional to the extreme, Shadow Sae was a playful sort of creature. With yellow eyes, extremely thick black eyeliner and matching lipstick, she was almost the complete opposite of her real-world counterpart in every way… or more accurately, she was a reflection of Sae's internal self, the version of her that she hid from the rest of the world.
As such, Shadow Sae was allowed to let loose in a way the real Sae was not. She wore a black choker with spikes, a hat that resembled an American flapper from the early twentieth century, and a revealing fishnet black dress that exposed much of the center of her torso as well as right leg through a slit in it's side. She wears fishnet stockings and purple high heels, as well as armlength black gloves. She even has tattoos on her shoulders and back.
It was safe to say that Shadow Sae was a free spirit solely because the real Sae Nijima felt shackled to her job, deep down inside, and pushed all of her wants and desires onto her palace. However, strong emotions of any sort, positive and negative, were enough to alter a palace and the shadow within. That night, as Sae finally fell asleep, her wants and desires were nothing in comparison to her fears.
As such, her palace had become a dungeon, and her shadow… her shadow was spitting mad as she was chained up and held down by shadowy masculine figures.
"Get your hands off of me! Do you know who I am?! You don't get to just touch me; you have to play the games properly! You're cheating! You're CHEATING!"
But right now, as powerless and afraid and helpless as her real-world counterpart is feeling, Shadow Sae is equally powerless and helpless, imprisoned in her own palace, unable to do anything as she's molested and played with by what feels like a dozen different hands. There's a dark chuckle in the darkness, and a deep voice straight out of the videos that the real Sae had found on the Dark Web speaks up.
"Looks like we've got a feisty one boys. Let's give her a little something, shall we?"
Her arms wrapped in chains and drawn above her head, and her legs forcibly spread apart and held up in stirrups, there's not much Shadow Sae can do but scream and struggle ineffectually in protest as she's manhandled and played with by pitch-black hands. Suddenly though, one hand lashes out and grabs her face, specifically squeezing its fingers into her jaw and forcing her mouth open. A moment later, something is poured down her throat, forcing her to swallow the majority of it even as she sputters and chokes.
She knows what it is immediately of course. Drugs. Right off the bat, the sensation of being touched and groped becomes a hundred times better. Suddenly, all that Shadow Sae can think about is pleasure. She fights against it as hard as she can of course, but much of her fiery personality is washed away in an instant by that, even as her dress is torn open down the middle and pulled off of her body, exposing lacy lingerie and a garter belt, all of which is also subsequently pulled away as she's fondled and played with.
"What a tasty young slut. Look at her, fellas. She really thought she was all that. Now it's time to show her she's not."
"Nooo… get your hands off of me! S-Stop it! Don't!"
All she can do is protest as they mess her up something fierce with something as simple as touch. It shouldn't feel as good as it does… and if this were the real world, it wouldn't. But this is Sae Nijima's palace, this is a reflection of her inner thoughts and her beliefs. The effects of the drug used on those poor women in the real world… they weren't nearly as strong as the 'drug' that was being used on her shadow. But Sae didn't know that. All she had to go off of was the videos she'd watched and her own soul-deep fear of being next.
As such, Shadow Sae is feeling all of the hyper powerful drugs that Sae believes the shadowy organization has. She's feeling it as they play with her body, as they fondle her tits and finger her cunt. And she certainly feels it when a cockhead suddenly presses up against her pussy lips down below, her legs forcibly spread apart and her panties torn off of her, exposing her entirely at this point.
"NO!"
But her protest falls on deaf ears as the shadowy figures all around her just laugh and jeer. And then the cock is inside of her, and Shadow Sae loses her virginity right then and there. Yes, she was a virgin, just as her real-world counterpart was. It wasn't like Sae Nijima had any concept of what sex was supposed to be like, beyond what she'd seen in those videos and heard about from secondhand sources.
As such, her mind twists and turns it on its head, assuming from what she watched in the video series on the Dark Web, that sex was this mind-numbing, extremely pleasurable experience that warped and corrupted a woman if she wasn't careful. That a man's cock could easily break a woman and turn her into a cum-hungry bitch… Sae just assumed this was a simple, cold truth, really. Especially when combined with the drug.
As such, it doesn't take long for Shadow Sae to start moaning like a bitch in heat as she's fucked, chained up and bound the entire time. And when another cock is pushed into her mouth, she doesn't bite down like she normally would have. She begins to suck at it, even as it gags her with it's size, causing her yellow eyes to tear up and her eyeliner and makeup and lipstick to all run through.
They fuck her and face fuck her while the real Sae sleeps, breaking her down then and there just like they broke that schoolteacher down in the video that Sae watched. And when the condom filled with cum is brought forward, when it's offered up to Shadow Sae even though she knows for a fact that they haven't been using condoms, that they've just been straight up cumming inside of her mouth and cunt the entire time… Shadow Sae opens her mouth and lolls out her tongue quite lewdly, letting them squeeze the used condom's creamy contents out onto her tongue so that she can roll it back in and slurp the disgusting jizz down.
She loves it. She loves it just as much as the schoolteacher did. Fuck rules, fuck games, fuck being free… all Shadow Sae wants now is to be a whore, a cock-hungry, cum-guzzling whore. Moaning wantonly as Sae Nijima's palace shifts even further around the needy horny Shadow, yellow eyes flicker with desire and avarice and lust as she's released from her bondage and immediately finds herself taking on six cocks at once. One in her cunt, which she bounces up and down on. Another in her ass, pistoning in and out of her. A third in her mouth and a fourth in her hair, her hat fully discarded to give access to her silky ashen locks. And finally, a fifth and sixth in her hands as she willingly strokes the last two shadowy figures off, showing her subjugation and submission as best she can, happily being their little fuck toy, their horny cum dump.
Once again, that voice from the videos rings out, chuckling darkly.
"Well now… looks like our little bitch is finally coming around. I suppose she'll be ready for work soon enough…"
Shadow Sae's heart sings and soars at that. She can't wait. She can't wait to be their whore.
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The next day, Sae dodges questions from Makoto about the door and heads in to work, trying to ignore everything that had happened the night previous. It was hard though, because she couldn't stop thinking about it… and not in a bad way either. It should have been a bad way. It should have been horrible and terrifying and scary… but instead, as Sae Nijima sits down in her cubicle and boots up her computer, she feels intensely horny.
This is a completely new look for Sae Nijima, who has spent the last several years creating the appearance of a dignified professional. She was a Public Prosecutor first, who just happened to also be a woman. Except right now, she was feeling more like a woman first, and a prosecutor second, and her body… her body was on fire.
Hopefully no one would notice, because she couldn't… she couldn't stop it. She'd tried, that morning. She'd tried to masturbate in order to calm herself down, as much as it filled her with self-loathing to do so. Masturbating the morning after a group of rapists had threatened to rape, break, and whore her out to countless men? Really? But even still, she'd felt like she had to.
When she'd tried however, each time she'd started touching herself, it felt like a man's hands were on her instead. Every time she closed her eyes, moaning wantonly, she found herself imagining what had happened to that poor schoolteacher in those videos. She'd had to watch every single one of them, had to take in every detail for her investigation. But now they were etched into her mind as a result.
Worst of all though, as she masturbated, she found she was envisioning HERSELF in the other woman's place instead, that it was she, Sae Nijima, who was chained up and being broken down and sexually used by man after man, fed drugs and the like that she simply couldn't get away from. In the end, Sae hadn't been able to finish herself off. She'd certainly been aroused, but her own arousal had disgusted and frightened her enough that she'd simply given it up and gotten ready for work.
Now here she was in her cubicle, opening her work email, already regretting not pushing through and finishing herself off. She'd already soaked through her panties, and she could only hope her black suit pants would prevent a wet spot from being seen, if one did form. She wanted nothing more than to shove her hand down her pants and panties right then and there for the first time in her life, but she knew she couldn't do that, no matter how much she wanted it.
As she goes through the emails she's received since last night, Sae finds herself stopping on one that simply reads "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY" blinking dumbly, Sae clicks on it… and a video immediately begins to load. Luckily for her Sae has her computer's sound on mute for obvious reasons. So, when the schoolteacher's last video begins to play, the video in which she willingly takes cocks in every orifice and enjoys every last moment of it, it's only the video, not also the lewd sounds.
Sae's eyes go wide as she stares at the scene of utter debauchery playing across her computer screen. Her mouth is both dry and wet at the same time, while her pussy is in no way dry at all, practically gushing at this point. Slowly, the hand that's not currently on her mouse begins to descend beneath her desk and into her lap. Slowly… slowly…, slow-
"Hey, Nijima."
Nearly jumping out of her seat in fright, Sae manages to close the email and pull her hand away from her crotch just as one of her coworkers comes around the corner into view, standing in the doorway of her cubicle. She stares at him with wide eyes, hoping to god that he won't be able to sense anything wrong. Of course, that's right out the moment she speaks. After all, Sae Nijima does NOT stutter… and that's exactly what she does.
"Y-Yes?"
Her coworker stops and looks at her for a moment, blinking in surprise. He begins to really take her in, so Sae musters up all of the righteous indignation she can as his eyes roam over her body. She's not dressed any differently today, but she's almost trembling with need, and her face is flushed with desire. Growling, Sae snaps his fingers at him.
"Ogle me on your own time! What do you want?!"
Even then, he's not nearly as intimidated as he should be, not nearly as intimidated as he would be if she weren't so… so fucking aroused right now. He coughs in slight embarrassment and clears his throat.
"Right… look, I need your help with something…"
As he outlines what he needs from her, something catches Sae's attention. Namely, it feels like someone is touching her breasts. Except the only other person in her cubicle is currently standing at least five feet away. Sae does her best to ignore the sensation of someone groping and squeezing her tits, trying to keep her focus on what her coworker is saying. It's hard though, it's very hard, and she needs him to go away as fast as possible.
Normally, being who she is, the domineering professional Public Prosecutor who doesn't take shit from anyone, Sae would read the man in front of her the riot act and explain to him in precise, soul-crushing detail why she didn't have time to help him with his inane, pointless work. She would then go on to tell him to never waste her time ever again, as she was actually doing valuable, important work while he was going to be running on a hamster wheel for the rest of his career, if it could even be called that.
These are the things Sae would normally have said, and those coworkers who had been around longer knew that. As such, everyone in the Public Prosecutors Office was currently listening in, morbidly intrigued despite themselves, waiting to watch Sae verbally eviscerate their hapless colleague. But as the man finishes his pitch and falls silent, Sae is in no position to do that. She needs him to leave her alone now… so she does the unthinkable.
"F-Fine. I'll help out!"
She capitulates. Her coworker is a little surprised, but pleasantly so. The rest of the office is absolutely shocked though.
"Thanks, Nijima! Man, everyone around her said you were such a ballbuster, but I'm glad to see they were wrong!"
And then he leaves, even as Sae seethes in helpless fury, while also squirming in wanton desire and arousal. She's already so damn horny, and now she has a pair of hands on her tits, invisible hands now that she can finally look down and around her. No matter how she moves in her chair, no matter how much she squirms, the sensation of someone fondling her breasts just won't go away. Her nipples are rock-hard, but thankfully hidden beneath both her turtleneck and suit jacket.
Sae tries to get back to work, she tries to focus on what's going on, but unknowingly, she's already opened the floodgates.
"Hey… Sae? Could you look this over for me, when you get the chance?"
This time it's one of her female colleagues who steps into her cubicle with a document in hand, clearly tentative and hesitant, testing the waters… testing her. But Sae doesn't quite realize this. She doesn't understand that she's fucked up. She just wants the woman to go away in case she can't hold in the next moan.
"V-Very well…"
As her female coworker tiptoes forward and puts the document down on Sae's desk, the hands tweak her nipples and a cock is suddenly buried inside of her drooling twat. Sae squeaks, eyes wide and face one of helpless pleasure as she jumps in her chair right in front of her coworker. The other woman gives her a knowing look that Sae completely misses, before smiling sweetly and patting Sae's shoulder.
"Thanks, hun."
And then she leaves. Sae relaxes for all of a moment, as much as she can relax with an invisible cock buried in her twat and two hands still on her breasts. That moment doesn't last long though, because the woman who she'd just squeaked in front of is already spreading rumors around the office that Sae Nijima, straight-laced Sae Nijima… is wearing a vibrator.
That IS the most sensible explanation at the end of the day, at least to this female coworker's mind. Somehow, Sae has gotten into a sordid, sexual relationship with a man who's managed to tame and control their spitfire of an Ice Queen. And now he has her wearing a vibrator to work, perhaps a vibrator that he has control over.
This is what her coworker tells anyone who will listen and given that everyone in the Public Prosecutors Office either hates or fears Sae Nijima, quite a lot of people are willing to listen. In the end, the floodgates truly do open up after that, as Sae is constantly beset on all sides by requests for help with this or that. Each and every time she says yes to try to make them go away faster, even as she's holding in her moans as best she can while being fucked and toyed with by an invisible man, right there at her desk.
It doesn't make sense, none of it makes sense, but by the end of the day Sae has quietly climaxed three times and her workload has nearly quintupled in size as everyone in the office has taken advantage of the normally domineering Sae suddenly becoming a meek girl who says yes to everything.
Unfortunately for Sae, she comes to the conclusion that somehow, some-when, this is a sign that the criminals have already begun breaking her. Which in turn makes things even worse for her, in the long run. Not deigning to stay late this time around, Sae leaves at the same time everyone else does, forced to hold in her moans in the crowded elevator as well. She whimpers and mewls and whines all the way home, and then collapses face down in her bed, unable to contain herself as her hands find her tits and cunt, giving some actual oomph to the phantasmal touches and the pistoning ghost dick she's been dealing with all day long.
This time, when her eyes drift shut and she sees herself in that poor schoolteacher's position, reliving the events of the video series she'd watched but with her in the position of the woman being broken, Sae isn't quite so disgusted, though she is still horrified and terrified in equal measure. That doesn't stop herself from masturbating herself to the fantasy until eventually she passes out from exhaustion.
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When Sae falls asleep like that, face down, ass up, laying in a puddle of her own juices, she finds herself waking up again almost immediately. Except not really, because Sae finds herself appearing in her own mind, in her palace. She's dressed in her normal business attire, the ensemble that until today, until her hours-long humiliation at the Public Prosecutors' Office, had made her feel strong and powerful.
Immediately, chains wrap around her arms and shadowy figures pull them taut as she's captured in an instant.
"Come along, Sae Nijima. Time to finish your conversion."
Sae's eyes widen and she struggles as she's pulled along, but there's not much she can do. She doesn't even speak, too afraid, too broken already to say a thing in her own defense as she whimpers weakly and is dragged into a massive, terrifying looking dungeon that's really her palace, transformed by her own perceptions in a feedback loop that had slowly broken her down without anyone having to do much whatsoever.
Soon enough the Public Prosecutor is brought into a room that's already occupied… by herself. Sae Nijima comes face to face with Shadow Sae, staring at her body double, even as Shadow Sae, with all of her eyeliner and makeup run through, moans wantonly around the cock she's currently throating, bouncing up and down on the dick buried in her twat.
It's an incredibly hot sight, while also being horrifying in every way. Sae can't do anything but watch as her duplicate is defiled and used like… like a common whore. The mere thought causes her knees to buckle and her legs to wobble as she experiences a mini orgasm right there on the spot. Whimpering, Sae can't do much of anything, even as the voice speaks up again. The same voice from the video series, making it all the clearer to her that the shadow organization has her, that this is where she'll be broken and turned into a willing cum dump of a whore.
"Welcome, Ms. Nijima, to the rest of your life."
A pair of hands come out of the darkness and grab the front of her suit jacket, pulling it apart quite viciously and ripping the expensive, professional-looking garment off of her entirely. Her turtleneck is subsequently bunched up and dragged up over her tits, while her bra is torn off of her altogether, leaving Sae's breasts to bounce and jiggle free, and exposing the rest of her torso as well.
Sae cries out and struggles in her bondage, but she can't get free, even as she's forced to her knees and a cock is thrust into her open mouth. The Public Prosecutor struggles, but she never bites down. No, instead she finds her body betrays her as she immediately begins to suck on the big fat dick currently burying itself in her esophagus.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
As she's forced to deep throat a cock for the first time in her entire life, Sae Nijima feels hands on her lower body as well. They pull her ass out from under her, forcing her to arch her back and bend forward into a truly humiliating position. She's still on her knees, but now her ass is up in the air and they're able to have their way with it, ripping open her pants first, and then her pantyhose, tearing through her undergarments and exposing her shapely behind and her juicy wet cunt to the open air.
Sae whimpers around the cock in between her lips, wiggling this way and that in anticipation or trepidation, she can't truly say. Either way, some part of her longs for it while some part of her is afraid. In the end though, when the cock finally sinks into her depths, she breaks. She breaks the instant that her pussy is finally taken, even if it's still not in the real world. The big fat dick slams home into her cunt, and Sae's eyes roll back in her head as she orgasms on the spot, moaning around the cock currently turning her mouth into its fuck toy.
They spit roast her like that with her arms bound behind her back in chains, even as Shadow Sae continues to get fucked right alongside her, a lot more willing than her counterpart. But not for long. Sae Nijima breaks and becomes just as willing in short order, even drinking down the seed that's deposited in her gullet by the shadowy figure fucking her face, her pussy walls clenching and squeezing down around the cock in her cunt until she milks it of its cum as well.
She takes dick after dick throughout the night, moaning wantonly the entire while right alongside her corrupted Shadow. They'd been two sides of the same coin, one of them professional and dogged to a fault, and the other a free spirit and a hypocrite as a result. Now though, now they were joined in a whorish desire to sell their bodies for the sake of their new Masters, to be whored out to whoever for whatever, to get fucked by as much dick as possible.
Sae Nijima breaks without little more than a simple note, a break in, and a single email sent to scare her off. She breaks and she does so happily, moaning wantonly by the end of it all, finally understanding the pleasures of a woman.
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The next morning, Sae wakes up feeling phenomenal, like she's slept better than ever before. There's a wide smile across the normally serious woman's face, as she gets up and starts her day. She's peppy and excited and altogether… happy in a way she hadn't ever been before. Her younger sister doesn't understand, and leaves looking vaguely disturbed by the change that Sae has gone through, but that doesn't matter.
Once Makoto is gone for the day, off to school, Sae calls in sick, moves the table away from the broken front door, and then boots up her personal computer. Making her way onto the Dark Web, she puts up a message on a forum. It's a simple message, and vague enough that no one who doesn't know who she is will get it. But it has just enough details for those that she's been hunting to catch on to what she's saying… and to understand that she's waiting for them.
Within minutes, she gets an email telling her to hold tight. Smiling quite lewdly now, Sae Nijima leans back in her computer chair and begins to touch herself most wantonly, even as she eagerly awaits the arrival of her new masters. When they finally come for her, she's still masturbating, and all too eager to engage in a little bit of a gangbang with the strike team sent to procure her, before they cart her off to her new life as nothing more than a cum-guzzling, dick-hungry whore.
-x-X-x-
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