Marvel: Impregnation System-Chapter 169 - 163: The Problem With Addiction (R18)

"God damn it feels good to be wanted-"

Click

Alina didn't even give him enough time to spew some sleazy and cheesy one liner as she already reached for his belt buckle.

Alina's eyes locked onto his crotch, hunger simmering beneath her gaze as her body ached for Ricky's taste.

Back then, when Ricky first entered her life and left his mark on her, she had managed to persevere through her motherly duties. But now, with his return, she couldn't cut herself off.

It was as if she were a relapsing addict, realizing that resisting this addiction was impossible, so instead, she surrendered.

His cock flopped onto her face, and a blush bloomed across her cheeks as she marveled at the weight of it, resting between her eyes.

"Wait, Alina, let's go to the back-holy f*ck~" Ricky chuckled, trying to pull her toward the back room, only for his words to cut off at the sound of a single, deliberate gulp from Alina.

In one fell swoop, Alina devoured his cock as her eyes rolled back at the mere feeling of his tip gliding down her throat and seemingly nestling into her stomach.

Pre-cum leaked from his tip, and Alina's sultry body shivered in anticipation as she pulled her head back for a fleeting moment, only to slam his cock deep into her throat.

"Aye Ricky, ther-"

"Johnny, step into this-f*ck-step into the goddamn restaurant, and you're dead!" Ricky growled, his words faltering as Alina teased his balls, her throat working him over in a sinful massage. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to repeat the threat, his voice strained with pleasure as Alina was acting like some sort of b*tch in heat.

Johnny, about to step inside, immediately froze as his eyes widened before he took four quick steps back, spun on his heel, and decided it was best to come back another time.

Alexander had already wandered off to ponder elsewhere, leaving Ricky to his own devices, namely, Alina's eager hands fondling his balls and devouring his cock.

Alina shoved his cock down her throat, the desperation in her movements more driven by the intensity of her withdrawals than the humiliation of pulling Ricky's pants down in the middle of the pizza joint turned office.

Drip

Saliva dripped from the corners of Alina's mouth, pooling on the floor beneath her as her lips stretched around his thick cock. The sounds of sucking and slurping echoed through the empty pizza joint, and Alina gave no thought to the shame of the moment as her only focus was filling her belly with his warm, heavy cum.

"My god~" Ricky muttered, actually having to grab onto the nearby beam for support while arching his head up and resting a hand on Alina's frizzy hair.

It was as if Alina's hands were worshipping his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them with an almost tender sincerity until his cock throbbed in response as her eyes tracked every pulse, every vein littering his cock with a desperate need flickering in them.

Suddenly, Alina's pace quickened, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, her pace becoming frantic as she felt Ricky grip her hair, the silent signal that he was ready to release everything into her.

As if already anticipating Ricky's move, he grabbed her hair and yanked her down onto his cock, forcing her throat open as it pulsed deeply inside her.

"There we go," Ricky grunted, releasing the full load Alina had worked tirelessly for, sending it straight into her willing gullet.

The thick, sticky fluid poured down her throat, its sloppiness burning as it coated her insides as it flooded her stomach, filling her entirely, leaving her with the heavy, addictive aftertaste of his release.

Already knowing Ricky was about to release, Alina eagerly swallowed the first load, savoring every drop, before pulling his shaft from her mouth, letting the tip rest on her tongue as the second pulse throbbed hotly.

Her hands gripped his shaft, squeezing it, dragging it up like his cock was a tube and she was working out that last bit of toothpaste before it splattered onto her waiting tongue.

The thick, white mess immediately coated her mouth, and she swirled it around, her taste buds trembling, greedy for every drop of the filthy pleasure she craved.

Although Ricky had always treated Alina like nothing more than a cumdumpster, using her however he pleased, he never expected her to take the lead with such relentless forwardness.

While Alina swirled his cum around her tongue, savoring the taste, Ricky was left completely baffled at the sudden forwardness of this woman.

Although Ricky had always treated Alina like nothing more than a cumdumpster, using her however he pleased, he never expected her to take the lead with such relentless forwardness.

Ricky had been swamped lately as every time the urge hit, he would instinctively turn to Alina's house, knowing she would never turn him away. Agatha and Raven had their own lives, their own distractions, leaving Ricky with few options when he needed release. Alina had always been there, available and eager, but now, her willingness had come at a price.

His growing neglect of her, the distance he'd created over time, had left a mark, and this situation, messy and complicated, was the consequence.

In fact, Ricky had severely underestimated the potency of his IP skills as although they were straightforward and unrefined, they were more effective than he ever imagined. Now, he was about to learn the hard way what his addictive fluids had turned his woman into.

"More, honey, I need more~" Alina moaned, her mind lost to the need as the aching sensation in her body barely faded. She eagerly pressed her face against his wet cock, letting it slap against her, her hunger intensifying with each desperate movement.

"Alright, baby, but like I said-my god~" Ricky's words were cut short as Alina, without warning, tore off her top, her large breasts spilling free. Alina wasted no time, pressing them against him, feeling the slick heat of his cock sliding between them.

She wasn't even listening to him at this point, closing her eyes and pressing her lips against the tip of his cock.

Pressing upon it a sweet, passionate kiss before once again swallowing it into her greedy gums that were still num with the taste of his cum.

Alina, visibly further along in her pregnancy, was already experiencing the early stages of lactation. Her breasts, tender and heavy with the weight of motherhood, began to leak, a stream of warm, milky liquid trickling from her nipples.

Alina's own finger squeezed the meaty fat of her own breasts, forcing out that warm residue that stained his veiny throbbing cock in a mother's warmth.

Ricky simply stood there and watched, his expression a mix of shock and arousal, Alina moved with a deliberate slowness. It was as though she were a broken record, caught in a cycle of yearning as she leaned forward as her soft, warm tongue gently brushed against him, savoring the milk she had secreted. The creamy warmth of it slid down his veiny shaft, her mouth moving slowly to clean every drop, her body radiating heat as she took her time. Then, upon coating every inch of him with her milk, the warmth of it lingering on his skin, and finally sensually licking him clean. Her head slowly pulled back to his tip where her lips, full and red, parted slowly as she took him in, her mouth wrapping around him in a slow, deliberate motion. All while her breasts, soft and full, pressed against the base, the sensation of her warm skin sliding against him adding to the intensity. She pulled back, her gaze meeting his as she repeated the movement, her rhythm slow and deliberate, drawing him deeper with each pull.

The wet, slippery sound filled the room as she moved faster, her breathing gargled and urgent.

Coaxing him for his cum, Ricky's mind spiraled, completely overtaken by the tight, soft flesh enveloping him. It was an unexpected turn of events in the dynamic, one that Ricky had set in motion himself as he had made Alina into his own outlet, a vessel for the raw lust he so often unleashed upon her only to be used as an outlet himself.

"Jesus~" Ricky didn't even see his own climax cumming, hitting him like some sort of train as his fingers dug into her hair as his hips slammed into that welcoming mouth of hers.

Alina's eyes rolled backwards, twitching vigorously at that second helping she so desired as it once again splattered into her gums before his cock rammed deeper into her throat, spilling the remainder of his load into her gullet.

This full sensation sounded in her belly, the very same one holding Ricky's second child with her but even still, even now after all of that, the craving didn't go away.

However Alina wouldn't need to take the lead anymore, having her pregnant and motherly form pushed down as Ricky ripped away her panties.

Throwing her purple dress away, Alina had become bare in front of Ricky's still well maintained form with his cock resting on her wet, throbbing loins.

If Ricky had care to even take notice, he would have seen that the panties he had torn away were completely soaked.

Stained in the heartfelt juices of his cumdumpster whose folds ached for that all encompassing feeling he suddenly thrusted into her.

"AHHHH~" Alina moaned, her head arching backwards as Ricky didn't waste any time and completely submerged himself into her warm, welcoming pussy.

That wet, slimy feeling already coating his cock was triumphed by the flooded cave of Alina, her entire body seemingly altered to be his perfect, personal lubed up pocket pussy that had its entire purpose used for this very moment.

THWAP

THWAP

The wet, sloppy sounds of Alina's folds echoed with each of Ricky's powerful thrusts, his cock pounding relentlessly into her spewing waist, each movement leaving her body trembling with the force of him driving into her again and again.

"Ahshhs, ashhhs~" Alina slutty mouth rang out, slobbering on her own self-need that beckoned forth the only desire to have her being filled to its brim with his thick, milky cum.

Alina was literally acting like the very way she was being treated at the moment as a live, living sex doll.

Reduced to her certified title, Alina embodied the title of Ricky's personal cumdumpster fully as her legs wrapped around him, her insides clenching at the arrival of his impending load.

Ricky, however, was completely occupied with this slutty, motherly body of hers that had gone unnoticed by all the work piling up.

His eyes were infatuated on the dripping nipples, the milk slowly leaking from them as his hands sank deeper into the massive, flopping flesh bags of her breasts.

'Might as well.' Ricky thought, literally already in the appropriate position and without hesitation, pressing both her nipples together before having a taste himself.

As Ricky slammed his hips into Alina's wet, spewing cunt and took in a mouthful of her nutrient rich milk, he felt oddly at peace.

THWAP

"AHSHSHH~" Alina, on the other hand, bore the brunt of Ricky's ruthless actions as her head arched back as her folds, currently stretched and filled to the brim by his cock, spewed out her climax.

Ricky closed his eyes, a sense of strange peace washing over him as he savored the warmth of her milk, his cock sinking deeper into the warm abyss of her pussy.

All while Alina cried out spasming pleas for more, his cock pounding her ruined pussy that spewed out love juices which were slowly ruining the pantlines of his suit.

Gulp

"Woah, that feels good," Ricky thought outloud, realizing this was the first time he'd ever fucked a woman he'd gotten pregnant while drinking her lactating milk.

"I should've done this sooner." Ricky muttered, slamming his cock down into Alina's being that convulsed out another climax.

THWAP

THWAP

THWAP

The wet, harsh slaps of Alina's skin being relentlessly hammered by Ricky, who greedily savored the milk she offered, filled the room.

Each thrust was harder than the last, Ricky pushing deeper into her as the sloppy, used sounds of her pussy being punished filled the space between them. Meanwhile, her utters were being grappled, pulled and twisted as Ricky was physically milking Alina while enjoying her taste.

His mouth was latched onto her tender peaks, sucking greedily, the taste of her milk flooding his senses, sharp and warm against his tongue.

It was almost like a nirvana state, feeling at peace with himself while having his cock embedded into her stretched folds, and her meaty tits spilling out milk.

It was why Ricky found his balls churning, his cock twitching, and without any hesitation he would his entire hips back, then slammed it all down into Alina.

"That's the stuff~" Ricky grunted, closing his eyes and unlatching his mouth off her tits that had his teeth marks surrounding her nipples.

"A-A-A-" Alina was frozen mid-moan with a happy smile, feeling his familiar warmth erupt into her being once more and fill her entire being with the thick, refreshing feeling of his cum.

How it surged, splattered throughout every inch of her being and completely quelled that feeling which had induced her into this craved, addicted state.

Now, stuffed like some sort of pinata, Alina finally broke under it all as her body went limp on the floor with her teary eyes finally content.

Although she was satisfied, Ricky was already revved up at this moment and without hesitation, he flipped Alina onto her belly, his hands gripping her hips firmly, lifting her just enough to keep her baby bump from pressing against the floor.

"Alright, let's go for a couple more rounds."

30 minutes later,

Zip

"Ah~" Ricky let out a refreshed sigh, zipping his spare pants that he always carried in Italiano's.

Adjusting himself in the mirror by the side, he turned back to Alina spasming on the ground, pooling out buckets of his cum as her legs were permanently spread wide as if expecting Ricky to continue.

Sigh

"I should probably handle that." Ricky followed through on his words, walking over to Alina and carefully dressing her, leaving her soaked panties discarded to the side. As he scooped her disheveled form into his arms, he gazed down at the pool of his cum on the floor, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. With a casual gesture, he tossed a towel over it, as though dismissing the mess, muttering to himself that he'd deal with it later.

His driver took him all the way to Alina's house, where she rested peacefully in his arms, nestled against his shoulder, one hand gently resting on her stomach.

"Slick?" Marco asked, pausing as he cleaned up the poaching, the broom stopping as he noticed Ricky carrying Alina as his gaze softened, seeing her cradled so tenderly in his embrace.

"Aye Marco, your ma came down to visit me and I'm just bringing her back." Ricky explained half-heartedly, walking past him and into the house with Moxie running around with his wooden sword.

It was then that a hand yanked at his collar, one of Ricky's ethereal hands pulling him out of the table as a deadpan expression looked upon his father who dangled him in the air.

"Moxie, don't do that!" Sophia whined, trying to stop her little brother with the typical overprotective sister vibe but the rascal just grinned and ducked under the table, escaping her grasp with ease.

It was then that a hand yanked at his collar, one of Ricky's ethereal hands pulling him out of the table as a deadpan expression looked upon his father who dangled him in the air.

"Don't be such an ass and listen to your sister." Ricky lectured, placing him in Sophia's good graces before walking to the master bedroom.

Kicking the door open, he walked over to the bed and gently laid the exhausted Alina down before leaning over and kissing her forehead.

Alina's sleeping form softened into a smile at the gesture as Ricky leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her pregnant belly. He lingered for a moment, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face before turning to leave the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Just as he was about to step forward, Ricky glanced down and saw Moxie, his binky in his mouth, clutching the sword, definitely a gift from Alexander, with surprising determination.

Without hesitation, Moxie started hitting Ricky's shin with the wooden sword for daring to come near his mommy.

"Hey, stop that." Ricky nudged the little kid away, shoving him only for him to come back even more fierce.

"And take this binky out of your mouth, you're almost four." Ricky frowned, leaning down only for Moxie to start hitting his hand with the sword.

Suddenly, Moxie felt his binky nudged out of his mouth. His eyes widened as he immediately realized it was gone, and tears began to well up, a soft whimper escaping him.

But Moxie's life would be forever changed in that instant when Ricky countered his near-tearful face with a wad of money. The faint texture of the paper and its crisp green hue filled Moxie's vision as Ricky handed him two thousand dollars in the blink of an eye.

"It's called give and take Moxie; I take your baby binkie and I give you the good stuff, money, and it buys you literally anything if you get enough of it," Ricky chuckled, watching Moxie plop down on his butt, staring at the wad of hundreds in one hand and the sword in the other.

"Hehehehehehe~" Moxie chuckled madly, clutching the wad of money and the wooden sword to his chest, swaying back and forth with wild excitement.

Although templates were provided for his upbringing, it was Ricky's actions that truly shaped his development. In this way, the first four years of his life could be considered nothing more than a prologue.

This was the first chapter of Moxie "Boss" Luciano, the future pillar of the Luciano family.

But now, he was Baby Moxie, finally tasting what money and violence could get you as Ricky unknowingly walked away, he was shaping his son's development, albeit indirectly.

Walking out of the house, Ricky was met with a small, frail man scrambling out of his car, rushing toward him as it was clear he recognized this high-ranking member of the Luciano family.

"Big Tony, what are you-"

"SLICK, YOU GOTTA GO TO MEXICO, PLEASE!" Big Tony was hysterical, begging Ricky, who had long put off addressing this growing issue.

"Whoa, buddy, calm down-"

"I can't, I F*CKING CAN'T WITH THOSE BEAN-"

"Aye, aye, the kids." Ricky held up his hands, turning back to Marco, Sophia, and the giggling Moxie behind him.

"Come over here and tell me the gist."

Although the Luciano family and the Guerra cartel benefited immensely from the drug running partnership solidified by Ricky, there was just one slight problem.

Rosa Guerra.

Ricky didn't just leave behind his business; he also left one of his bastard children, a move that not only infuriated Juan but made him seriously put out hits on Ricky. The only reason he hadn't severed ties completely was because, despite his hatred for Ricky, he actually loved his nephew and didn't blame the child for his existence. As a good uncle, Juan knew this innocent child, born from his beloved sister, wasn't responsible for the situation, it was the demonic fiend that was Ricky.

Instead, Juan had been leveraging his control over the Luciano family's cocaine supply chain, either holding most of their product hostage or jacking up the prices until Ricky finally showed up.

The problem, though, was that Ricky had been so caught up with other matters that Juan, feeling insulted and brushed aside, had completely severed ties. Now, the only way to resolve things was for Ricky to come in person and make things right, just like he had done before and Juan wasn't going to settle for anything less.

"I'm losing hair Slick, look!" Big Tony pointed at his receding hairline, the line that was covered with the looming appearance of grey hairs.

"My daughter is getting married and I'm going to lose it, F*CKING LOSE IT, IF ONE MORE GOD DAMN PERSON COMPLAINS ABOUT THOSE GUERRA'S-"

"Easy, easy~" Ricky calmed Big Tony down, the skinny man chain smoking cigarette after cigarette while hysterically venting all his frustrations towards the boss.

"I'll handle it, I'll do it right now." Ricky assured Big Tony, knowing that it was his fault for putting him in this position by always pushing it to the side.

"Alright boss, I'm gonna go contemplate my life in my car." Big Tony wallowed, pulling out a flask of bourbon and lugging himself back to the car.

"Geez." Ricky thought, looking around before opening a portal and walking in without a second thought.

Meanwhile at the Guerra Residence,

"Boss please, the Luciano's are our biggest customer-"

"I don't care, I DON'T CARE!" Juan roared at his aides, watching them all recoil at his fury.

"HE DISRESPECTED MY SISTER, HE DISRESPECTED ME, AND HE IS RIGHT BEHIND ME ISN'T HE!" Juan roared, his words mounting with every syllable until he saw his aides eyes slowly trail behind him.

Turning around, Juan was met with Ricky's familiar sleazy smile, the kind he hadn't seen in over three years as he took a deep breath, feeling the tension in the air as Ricky's presence filled the room.

"YOU F*CKING BASTARD!" Juan suddenly roared, exploding toward Ricky with all the rage he'd been holding back. Ricky saw the punch coming from a mile away but, with a sly smirk, he decided to let him have that one.

Crack

"A-AHHHHHHHHH!" Juan, feeling his hand fracture, yelped out a scream while grabbing his wrist and falling to his knees.

"Ouch~" Ricky frowned, rubbing his chin as if the punch had actually stung. He watched Juan's expression twist with confusion, unaware that his body and bone structure were practically superhuman and to a normal person, it would've felt like hitting concrete.

"Listen, let's talk-"

"SURPRISE ATTACK!" Juan suddenly interrupted Ricky, pulling his other hand backwards and heaving it at his stomach.

Crack

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Juan screamed, looking at his hand bent in a weird direction as he once again fell to his knees but without the ability to hold the injury.

Sigh

"Just why?" Ricky honestly asked, holding his forehead and looking down at Juan who was trying to hold back the tears.

"If it didn't work the first time, then-seriously?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow, but his words trailed off as he saw Juan's hand move toward his side. There, beneath his heel, lay a golden pistol as Ricky sighed, rolling his eyes as he bent down, effortlessly yanking it away from the floor. He gave the gun a casual once-over, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he held it up, almost as if it were some kind of toy.

"You know that guns literally don't work on me, right?" Ricky asked, waving it around as Juan closed his eyes tightly in pain before turning away.

"Shut up." Juan almost pouted, the infamous drug lord acting like some sort of child as his aides at the side heaved out sighs.

Click

Click

Click

"Oh, thank god~" One of the aides held their chest, heaving out a breath of relief as if the situation would be solved.

Ricky, turning back with a smile, expecting to see Rosa walking toward him with her usual confident stride, was instead met with an empty view. "Gus?" Ricky asked, having memorized the status screen but finally putting a face to the name as the four year old adjusted his glasses.

"Hello father, it's great to finally meet you." Gus happily said, his eyes darting to the aides clutching their hands together in a prayer towards him as he understood the moment in almost an instant.

"Uh, same," Ricky said, realizing just how different his kids could be from the ordinary ones.

Gus reminded him of Henry, but with a cold, snake-like aura that didn't quite match the smile on his face.

"Whoa, hey, I get this looks bad, but listen, he started it," Ricky quickly explained, glancing down at the golden gun in his hand and then at the broken Juan beneath his feet.

Sigh

"I understand, father, but please do not take it to heart. My Uncle Juan is a very passionate man and sometimes gets swept away by the tide of his emotions," Gus explained, his sharp eyes locked on Juan, who immediately looked away, unable to meet the accusatory gaze of his darling nephew.

"Right, sure." Ricky nodded his head, throwing the golden pistol at one of the aides who bumbled and caught it.

"Anyways father it's-"

"But man, is it good to see you!" Ricky laughed, yanking the well-groomed Gus into his embrace and giving him a bear hug.

"Look at you, all smart and stuff!" Ricky chuckled, holding Gus up as the kid's expression twitched, clearly trying to maintain his composure despite the unexpected affection.

"I know our reunion is sudden, but father, could you please put me down?" Gus coughed, understanding a father and son reunion went along this common basis but didn't particularly like to be held up in this manner.

"Oh right, sorry." Ricky realized, putting Gus on his feet to which he regained his manner, adjusting himself.

"....."

After that, a looming silence hung in the air as Gus and Ricky stared at each other for a while. Ricky rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to say next as the moment felt strangely awkward, despite the excitement of their reunion.

"So uh, how have you been?" Ricky awkwardly asked, watching Gus plainly nod his head since it wasn't out of character for a father to ask how his estranged son was doing.

"Currently, I am reading at a seventh-grade reading level and have decided to start kindergarten next year. So as to better develop my social skills with my age group," Gus explained, emphasizing the real reason why he would lower himself to such a grade as his tone was calm, but there was a certain maturity to his words that made it clear he wasn't entirely joking.

"Well that's good, you wanna do that in New York or?" Ricky asked, wondering if he was missing out on his development while staying here.

"I am content here. I'm already integrating into the Gurrea family matters," Gus explained, his tone steady, as if asserting his place in the situation. But even so, he doubted the adult in front of him would entertain the whimsical antics of a child.

"Oh, well, alright," Ricky frowned but agreed, realizing that he couldn't force Gus to uproot everything he'd worked for just because he wanted him to.

"Excuse me?" Gus, waiting for the words that would negate his own, opened his eyes to the shocking revelation of Ricky looking at him with a passive expression.

"I mean, I'm not gonna drag you back to New York if you're happy here, I wouldn't do that to you." Ricky explained, trying to make it sound all smart-like for Gus but failed, miserably.

"I do feel bad about leaving you out here to dry and want to make it up to you, but I won't do that by forcing you to give up everything you know. That would be sh*tty," Ricky bent down, patting Gus's head. The four-eyed kid looked up at his father, who was the only one who treated him like a person, not just a little kid.

Ricky was weird in that sense, he always spoke to everyone the same way, no matter their age or status. It often got him into trouble, but right now, it was benefiting Gus, who had never been treated as anything but the kid people assumed he was.

"Those were Uncle Juan's intentions by having you come here, so I would have a father figure-"

"Kiddo, I just came out of a portal that materialized outta thin air, it'll be fine." Ricky patted his cheek, standing up and looking around.

"And besides, ain't no other guy gonna tell me how to raise my kid unless it's Lucky and he ain't here." Ricky walked past Gus, continuing to look around and down the hallway.

"Nice catching up on you Juan, I'm gonna say hi to Rosa while I'm here!" Ricky yelled down the hall, walking away without any care while Gus walked over to Juan.

"Gus-"

"Uncle Juan, I know and thank you." Gus smiled, looking at the immature Uncle who literally cut off the cartel's number one customer so that his father would come and meet him.

"But you need to continue the shipments and if you have to do it for a reason, do it for me." Gus smiled, his eyes calculating as he pressed at that soft spot in Juan's heart as the man ducked his head.

"Fine, but I won't like it." Juan gnashed his teeth, knowing how lucrative it was to be employed by the Luciano's and simply bit the bullet.

"Thank you and if it makes you feel any better, I truly think that I will see my father more because of your actions." Gus' words eased Juan since although he didn't have a good relationship with his father, he wanted the one he never had with his father.

"Rosa, Rosa!" Ricky yelled, peeking in and out of the rooms before arriving in that very room where she had almost sucked him dry so many years ago.

"Good times~" Ricky chuckled, walking into the room only to see a door tucked away at the very end.

Click

A clicking noise resounded from the other side of the door as Ricky raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he moved towards it, hand resting on the doorknob, and slowly opened the door.

"Rosa?" Ricky called out, his voice echoing slightly as he stepped into the darkness. His eyes strained, searching for any sign of movement, but all he could see was an impenetrable shadow, the light barely penetrating the edges of the room.

For a brief moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of something, an outline, a figure, but before he could fully focus, the light flickered and was cut off, plunging him back into complete obscurity.

BAM

The door clicked shut behind him, and Ricky felt an unexpected shiver run down his spine as his ears, now attuned to the silence, caught the faint sound of wet padding. At first, he thought it was a dog, but as the noise continued, he realized it was something far more loose, far more submissive.

"Oh Ricky, you came back to me~" A familiar moan cried out, followed by the flickering of a switch that revealed a figure long abstained from Ricky's life.

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"Rosa?" Ricky asked, completely shocked not at the sight of the very woman he was looking for, but the attire.

Rosa stood before him, her body adorned in attire that was both provocative and purposefully submissive.

She wore a pair of black crotchless panties, the delicate lace design drawing attention and baring all the supple features that her body had to offer while accentuating them to their fullest.

Her perky, pointed tits had her nipples decorated with tasseled adornments, each subtle flick of movement causing the tassels to sway gently.

Around her neck, a red ball gag hung, ready to plug up that drooling mouth of hers and give in to whatever desire the man reflecting in her pupils wanted.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh." Ricky was a little speechless, backing up a little bit until his words became long and drawn out of the room before his eyes.

The dim lighting cast shadows against the walls, where various items were neatly arranged as each tool, restraint, and toy serving a specific purpose. Along one side of the room, a large, intricately designed X-frame stood, its purpose clear in the way the cuffs were positioned, meant to secure a willing partner in place.

On nearby shelves, an assortment of items with whips, paddles, and other implements, lined up, hinting at the power dynamics that defined the space.

For some, Ricky's touch ignited their desire, but for Rosa, it uncovered a deeper longing as this masochistic girl didn't simply wait for him, she actively prepared.

"I've waited ever since that day, the day you showed me who I really was~" Rosa longingly said, taking a step forward though her crazy eyes betrayed her as Ricky sort of looked around.

Weirdly enough, this wasn't Ricky's first time in a sex dungeon, and the familiarity surprisingly put him at ease as if it had been, he'd have been even more speechless.

Huff

Huff

"I was always so scared of what people would think of me if they knew, the real me~" Rosa huffed, her face blushing furiously as they trailed down to the outline of his crotch.

"But you accepted me, filled me with your love, time and time again." Rosa licked her lips, shedding the innocent, quiet persona she wore for others since with Ricky, she was finally able to be the woman she'd always known herself to be.

"But lately I've been so bad, so, so, very bad~" Rosa almost pouted, walking over to Ricky with her nipple tassel's swaying gently.

"I need to be punished, Ricky, I need you to punish this bad, bad girl~" Rosa didn't even try to act, showing a wide smile as her eyes filled with the reflection of Ricky.

"Rosa-"

"Anything, you can do anything to me as long as you use my body to your cock's whims, hit me and fill me up so I can feel that warmth from back then~" Rosa moaned, rubbing her crotch against his pant leg and having his second pair already ruined by her dripping juices.

Even if Ricky had wanted to, at this point, Rosa was too far lost in her own world to hear anything that didn't involve a command or foreplay. This moment had been building over the years, layer upon layer, as she fantasized about their reunion over and over again, until it culminated in expectations on top of expectations. She dreamed of her body being ravaged by him once more, utterly destroyed, as the pain he etched into her skin marked her with his claim and gave her the gift of surrender.

That addicting feeling resonated deep in her core, and unlike Alina, Rosa didn't try to quell it. She embraced it as her mind and the room were filled with all the toys she hoped Ricky would use on her, her body aching with an unbearable urgency for him to command her, to dominate her as the submissive woman she always knew herself to be.

Sigh

"F*ck it, I'm already hard." Ricky threw caution to the wind, unzipping his pants as Rosa slammed her head into his chest.

"Tell me what you want to do with my body, I'll do anything-" Rosa babbled, her words tumbling out in a flood of desire. But the first thing Ricky did was silence that lustful mouth of hers, shoving a red ball gag between her lips.

Instead of showing displeasure, she gagged out a manic chuckle, eagerly awaiting the moment she'd be used, just like the perfect sex doll she had always dreamed of becoming.

"Uh, I guess go chain yourself to that X-frame thingy." Ricky commanded, having only been around dominatrix's before and never a sub like Rosa.

Rosa bolted to the side, obeying her master's orders as she immediately began securing herself to the X-frame. But as she did, she deliberately slowed down, casting a sly side-eye at Ricky, fully aware he was watching. Her hips swayed ever so slightly, the subtle wag of her ass a silent invitation, a tease meant to test his patience.

Slap

MUFFLED MOAN

Rosa huffed out a muffled moan, shivering intensely at the sharp sting of Ricky's slap, his handprint searing itself onto her left ass cheek. Instead of finishing the task of strapping in her left wrist and ankles, her body betrayed her, spasming from the sheer force of the impact.

Ricky had hit her a little too hard, but for any normal person, that might've drawn tears but Rosa, however, came. Love juices spilled down the insides of her thighs as her body quivered, her knees buckling beneath her. She wobbled, half-collapsing, her bound ankle still hooked onto the frame, leaving her exposed and trembling, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of submission.

"Already?" Ricky asked, almost disappointed that it only took one slap but that very act of demeaning Rosa made her arch her head up.

"Jesus Christ, Rosa, you really are a freak." Ricky chuckled, shaking his head but if his cock had done this to her, he might as well take responsibility and indulge her.

Walking over to the side, he reached for a long, black leather flogger, its multiple strips designed to spread sensation across a wider area. Testing the weight in his hand, he glanced back at Rosa, her body still trembling, bound yet desperate for more as a slow smirk crept onto his lips.

"Let's see just how much of a freak you really are."

Thwip

MUFFLED MOAN

Rosa spasmed again, a shuddering gasp escaping her gagged mouth as the flogger's leather strips struck her slick, swollen folds. The sharp sting intertwined with pleasure, gripping her core in a vice of agonizing ecstasy. Her bound body trembled, her thighs twitching as another wave of heat pooled between them, surrendering completely to Ricky's merciless touch.

"Again, seriously?" Ricky scoffed, though amusement laced his tone.

Thwip

The flogger struck her drenched folds once more, inciting out another spray not authorized by the dom.

MUFFLED MOAN

Rosa's body convulsed, her wrists straining against the bindings as the shock of pain and pleasure crashed over her in a messy, uncontrollable wave.

"I thought only I could allow you to cum, but I guess not," Ricky mocked, his voice dripping with condescension. He was weirdly getting into it now, something about Rosa's pathetic, quivering form unlocking a side of him he didn't even know he had.

Kicking off his shoes, he pressed his bare foot onto her head, shoving her face down against the cold floor.

"Look at you, acting like some b*tch in heat, while your family still thinks you're some naïve little angel." Ricky said, letting out a low chuckle tha rumbled from his throat, but there was something darker beneath it, something raw. His sadistic side bled through, those ever-present bags under his eyes speaking of more than just sleep deprivation, they were the weight of stress, of pressure, of a life that demanded too much.

And now, without even realizing it, he had found his second way to vent.

His second cum dumpster.

"Huh, got anything to say to everyone out there who thinks the world of you?" Ricky vented, pressing his foot harder against Rosa's face, grinding her cheek into the cold floor.

She let out a muffled whimper, her body trembling beneath him, completely at his mercy as the humiliation, the control, it only made her wetter.

"Huh?" Ricky gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as the weight of everything pressed down on him. Even now, even here, it all came back to the family, always the f*cking family, the very thing he proved himself to want but of course, like always, he was completely unprepared for what the title and responsibilities entailed.

His pulse pounded in his ears, his frustration boiling over into something visceral, something he could finally control. THWIP The flogger snapped against Rosa's trembling body, the force of the impact sending another violent shudder through her. She collapsed further, her limbs twitching, the sharp sting pushing her deeper into that intoxicating haze of pain and pleasure. "Huh?!" Ricky barked, bringing the flogger down again, harder this time. THWIP Rosa's muffled cries were soaked in bliss, her body surrendering entirely, lost in the intoxicating punishment. "Come on, Rosa. You can cum all you want, but you can't give me a damn answer?" Ricky asked, reaching down and pulling out the ball gag that drooled out her smile.

"I'm sorry, master~" Rosa slurred, her voice thick with bliss, her body soaked in everything she had ever craved. She hazily looked up at Ricky, her dazed eyes blinking sluggishly.

But instead of staying still, her disoriented vision flickered and one moment, her face was shoved against the floor, the next, she was staring up at him.

She tried to speak, to say something, but the familiar ball gag pushed deeper into her mouth, forcing her tongue down, silencing any words before they could escape.

Then, without warning, darkness consumed her world.

Ricky tightened the blindfold around her eyes, his fingers firm and precise as he had finished strapping her to the X-frame himself, ensuring she was bound exactly how he wanted.

Now, she was truly his to play with.

'Man, this is oddly relieving.' Ricky thought, raising the flogger once more. He brought it down with precision against Rosa's exposed skin.

BAM

Her head snapped back, colliding with the wall as the force of the strike jolted through her. Her bound body shivered under the ruthlessness of the sudden, violent act, that stained her skin by the lash. The sting radiated through her, only to be replaced by an overwhelming flood of warmth, her body betraying her with a steady flow of desire that dripped from her folds.

However, Ricky frowned, his gaze briefly flickering over the room before he moved toward the corner. He returned moments later, holding a dozen or so candles. Each was levitated into the air by his psychic constructs, suspended like fragile objects caught in a magnetic pull.

With a flick of his fingers, the candles ignited, flames flickering to life with an unnatural intensity.

But instead of the soft glow they might have once offered, they burned violently, their flames twisting and flaring as though alive.

The fire shifted mid-air, bending and curving toward Rosa, who lay in silent, eager submission below. The flames, like vengeful tongues, pointed downward at her prone form, the heat rising to scorch her skin as they hovered, threatening to cover her in their waxy forms.

Drip

The first drop of molten wax landed on her skin, its searing heat causing a sharp intake of breath.

The wax spread quickly, pooling across her outstretched arms and the delicate bare chest that was laced by her lingerie, the sensation both painful and incredibly exhilarating.

Drip A muffled moan escaped her lips as the hot wax continued its slow descent, each drop a perfect mix of burn and pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered beneath the blindfold, unable to anticipate the next searing drop as the wax dripped and splattered onto her body, the heat and weight of it igniting a tension deep inside her.

THWIP

*MUFFL-

Drip

MUFFLED MOAN

Rosa gasped as the flogger slashed across her chest, the sting leaving a fiery trial on her skin but before she could fully process the rush of sensations, hot wax dripped onto her body, searing her with its warmth. The combination of pain and heat sent her spiraling, her body convulsing as a wave of pleasure washed over her, forcing a muffled moan from her lips. The climax hit her in a powerful, uncontrollable spasm, each sensation amplifying the next.

"Let's get rid of these," Ricky hummed, pulling off the nipple tassels before reaching for the nipple clamps. He pinched them onto her nipples, the cold metal biting into her skin as he tightened them, the pressure building until the two pins were nearly pressed together. Rosa shivered, the pressure on her nipples heightening her anticipation, her body trembling from the intensity of it all as Ricky continued to push her further. When her nipples were squeezed so tightly they almost turned white, he reached for the unlubed anal beads, the cold smoothness contrasting with her warmth. Without hesitation, he pressed them against her already stretched entrance, then pushed them inside, each bead filling her deeper.

MUFFLED MOAN

It was as if a ten-magnitude earthquake had shaken the room the way Rosa trembled, her body wracked with sensation. She tried to scream, but her words were muffled by the ball gag, the room padded and sealed, ensuring no sound could escape to the outside.

"Come on, it's only the third bead," Ricky chuckled, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he couldn't help but feel this rush, this feeling of control, his stress dissipating as he inflicted pain on Rosa.

'Is this what Agatha feels?' Ricky thought, finally feeling just a smidge of what Agatha gets off on whenever she tries to dominate him.

His nonchalant demeanor stood in sharp contrast to Rosa's spasming, spewing form, her body like putty in Ricky's hands, completely at his mercy. The anal beads slid deeper into her already stretched, ruined ass, a result of Ricky's previous indulgences. Her body had been used as a reward in the past, and now, the familiar sting of being filled came with ease.

As the last bead slid inside, her stretched entrance was finally plugged by the handle, a tight fit that made her gasp through the chokehold of her gag.

Once that was finally done, Ricky was left with the pressure of his unfulfilled erection which made his frown evident.

The X-frame, with her legs bound, hadn't left him the option to f*ck her as he desired without making it a weird position.

So, without any care, he selfishly altered the situation to suit his needs. Ripping the ankle restraints off, he gripped her slick, wet thighs, almost losing his hold from how soaked they were. Her skin was slick with the evidence of her arousal, her juices staining her thighs as they continued to flood from her.

BAM

"It's like I never left~" Ricky grunted, thrusting deeply into her, his cock sinking into her slick folds like a waterslide as her juices splashed outwards.

The X-frame slammed against the padded walls, the harshness of his brutal thrusts echoing through the room. But in the thick silence, that sound was the only thing that reverberated within the padded confines.

Rosa's desperate pleas were silenced, her moans of heat caught in the red ball gag, the sound swallowed back into her throat as her folds writhed, squeezed under that familiar punishing force of his cock.

BAM

BAM

BAM

The X-frame relentlessly slammed against the wall behind them, each violent thrust punishing the woman bound to it under Ricky's control. Rosa endured it all, her body pinned and broken by the culmination of every twisted fantasy she'd ever had, fulfilled by the brutal force of Ricky's cock.

Her pussy was being relentlessly rammed, brutalized, while her ass clenched around the beads, filling her stretched insides with a suffocating pressure. Her nipples burned, the clamps digging in as if they might tear from the strain and if it couldn't get any more pain-inducing.

Drip

Drip

Hot wax continued to drip onto her tortured form, each drop adding to the blend of pain and pleasure that melted into something almost transcendental. It was a beautiful, masochistic symphony that reduced Rosa to nothing more than Ricky's personal plaything, her body became limp, pliant under his hold, and it all culminated into everything she ever wanted.

"God, you're so fucking disgusting. Imagine if everyone saw how ugly you really are," Ricky's husky voice rang out, the words searing into her mind as they added fuel to the fire. The cruel demeaning tone echoed in her ears as she rolled her head back, the force of his thrusts making her slam against the frame as she wanted to tell him how much she loved him in that moment.

"You're a mother to your son, a sister to your brother."

BAM

"But a f*cking whore to me~" Ricky chuckled, his voice laced with sadistic amusement as he reveled in just dropping the act of being a bigger person for once. Almost thriving on treating Rosa like nothing more than a slut, living only for the thought of his cock.

Her nerves screamed under the brutal treatment, desperately crying out towards her nervous system, begging for any sort of reprieve.

But her slutty body betrayed her, converting each wave of agony into pleasure, her juices flowing freely from her aching, whorish form.

Bound in place, impaled and molded beneath his cock, utterly degraded to nothing more than a toy, she had only one thing left to do.

MUFFLED MOAN

MUFFLED MOAN

MUFFLED MOAN

Loud, muffled moans spilled from her, urging Ricky on, as she communicated just how much more punishment this bad girl craved. She needed it all, the pain, the degradation, to make her feel like she could be the good girl everyone thought she was.

Then, as if Rosa could take any more of Ricky's punishment, his movements intensified, driving his cock forward at an unsettling, vicious pace. His teeth gnashed together, eyes burning with his selfish need to release his pent-up stress that accumulated over this past month into the submissive girl completely at his mercy. So, without any care for this sub, Ricky wound his hips and then slammed everything into her spasming folds, pushing her to the brink, then breaking her.

"FUCK~" Ricky grunted, his cock erupting with the relief that had been building in him, the weight of everything around him finally releasing with his cum spurting into Rosa.

Ricky exhaled sharply, feeling that euphoric sense of release wash over him, but the weight didn't simply disappear but merely transitioned onto another.

Rosa's body was spasming under his hold, her muscles twitching uncontrollably, her mind fractured and reassembled by the relentless pursuit of his selfish desires, just like before. As if the wave of nostalgia hit like the tidal wave of his cum, it flooded her with an impregnating euphoria that sank deep to her very core, choking her of any self-worth she had left and shedding herself bare before Ricky.

It had become a twisted tradition, each time pushing her further than she thought she could endure. Her thoughts shattered again, scattering like glass under his force as her body, already molded and reformed by his touch, was stretched past the boundaries she'd once set for herself once again. Every inch of her screamed with the overwhelming, mind-f*cking intensity of it, and just like that innocent girl she had once been in Ricky's hold, it was no longer something she could stop or even try to understand. For Rosa, this was fate, this was everything and more, surpassing the very out of reach fantasies that she had hoped, leaving her drowning in a pleasure induced by a all encompassing pain. THUMP

Rosa's spasms finally gave way, her body crumpling to the ground as the bindings that once propped her up now released, collapsing her used body onto the ground like the useless doll she had become.

The cherry on top of it all was that mark, that body deforming instance that was his cum swirling in her inflated womb.

Signaling that his cock had once again forever altered her body and would give birth to an even greater desire that sought to outdo the last.

THUMP

Rosa's spasms finally gave way, her body crumpling to the ground as the bindings that once propped her up now released, collapsing her used body onto the ground like the useless doll she had become.

Reduced to the very ground beneath Ricky's feet, she had no strength left in her body, the body that was completely at the use of the very man currently contorting them to his will.

Then, it was as if invisible strings tethered her limbs, her body turned into some sort of marionette, positioned and pulled to whatever Ricky had in store.

"Don't tell me you thought it was over?" Ricky whispered, jerking his hands upwards as the face that was currently drooling on the floor was suddenly pulled upwards.

It was then that Rosa's head was limply held in the air, swaying gently, bobbing until one hand forced it upwards.

"Look at you, look at the slut you've become."" Ricky chuckled, grabbing her slobbered chin and forcing it upwards toward the mirror, where her newly bound form was reflected. No longer the X-frame of before, Rosa's wrists were now encased in leather cuffs, a matching necklace resting against her skin. A collar circled her neck, the chain connecting all the pieces, pulling her upper body upright with a harsh tug. The sight of her, reduced and remade, was only amplified by his cock which currently wedged itself between her folds which stopped the continuous dripping of his cum.

Now fully propped up by Ricky's whims, Rosa's limp form hung at his mercy as he gripped her chin, wiggling it with a mocking laugh that echoed in her ears, sending a chill down her spine.

Every motion of his felt like an intrusion, degrading her to a whole new level, as though she was even useless as a sex doll.

MUFFLED MOAN

Yet, through all of it, Rosa moaned nonetheless with the crying, whimpering of a b*tch still in heat.

Even now, with the little strength she had, Rosa wiggled that perky ass of hers at the mercy of his wedged cock.

"You want it, right?" Ricky asked, his grip tightening under the chain as he slowly started to wrap it around her already collared neck. It was then, as if Ricky couldn't take anything more from this poor girl, he suddenly pulled on the chain as if to take the last of her humanity, the very thing she was entitled to by birth, and completely turn her into nothing but an object for his pleasure.

But he wasn't just taking her humanity; he was going to strangle it out of her, piece by piece, until nothing was left but the title 'Cum Dumpster 2'.

THWAP

Her folds squelched, sloppy giving away as his cock once again pounded into her flesh and tore into her being.

Yet, not even a muffled moan escaped her lips as the chain, strangling its presence around her neck, blocking any sound, any form of response. It pressed harder, squeezing the air from her lungs, leaving her breathless, suffocating under the threat of death and in return, instead of a cry, instead of sporadic movements to escape, her insides smothered Ricky's cock as she clenched down, seemingly rewarding him.

Ramping back his hips, Ricky didn't hesitate to thrust it all back into Rosa, pounding her guts into a wet, mushy substance that would barely function without any other purpose than to service his cock.

Marks began to form around Rosa's neck, bruising under the strain as the chain was pulled tighter. The pressure increased, draining the color from her face, leaving her skin ghostly pale and slowly, a faint blue tint clouded over her features, the air choking from her lungs as life was squeezed out.

Her body was pushed to its limits, every nerve firing on all cylinders, every primal instinct that had evolved over centuries sounding out in her head, the very same ones that are present in every living being. Yet, in this moment, all of it, the natural responses, the survival instincts, was utterly and irreversibly shattered under Ricky's cock.

THWAP

Because Rosa didn't look afraid, not scared, not even the slightest hint of fear in her eyes. Instead, that same smile, the one that had shattered the innocent girl she once was, twisted across her face once again. It was almost as if she welcomed the destruction, the end of what she had been. The pleasure she felt was overwhelming, mind-ripping, her body alternating between tension and release. For the first time, Rosa truly felt as if her body was no longer her own, lost in the sensations that consumed her and she loved every single second of it.

THWAP

Ricky didn't even glance at the bluish tint spreading across her face, nor the smile that lingered despite it all. Instead, he closed his eyes, letting the tension fade away, feeling a release greater than anything therapy could offer as he lost himself in the moment, he continued to utterly ruin Rosa.

With every thrust, every pulsing, frantic ram of his cock into Rosa's loose, gaping pussy, Ricky felt the stress that had piled up inside him begin to release, like the stack of papers on his desk slowly toppling over.

Under the destruction of Rosa's body, Ricky found a strange sense of peace, smiling as her head rocked back and forth, salvia drooling all around like the dog she had become as her eyes fluttered, as if her consciousness might slip away at any moment.

THWAP

"Woah~" Ricky opened his eyes, gritting his teeth as his cock released the last bit of stress that had been plaguing his being and spurting it all into Rosa.

"I think-....I think I get mediation now." Ricky whispered to himself, slamming one more mini-thrust into Rosa before releasing his grip on the chain.

THUMP

While Ricky was having his nirvana moment, Rosa's body limply fell to the ground as her womb deformed under the second load that sprayed into it, expanding it like some sort of balloon on the verge of popping.

The chain, still wrapped tightly around her neck, loosened just enough so that air could breath through her snot-filled nose.

Twitching vigorously, Rosa knew that after today, she would never be the same. The very thing she had craved had come true, and Ricky saw her for nothing more than the sex doll she had always dreamed of becoming.

"Alright, well, I got like twenty more minutes until I gotta go back."

THWAP

As Ricky yanked her limp hips up, growing bored of the chain and delivering the most aggressive backshots spirling into her limp form, Rosa could only respond to it all with one singular reaction.

MUFFLED MOAN

Author's Note: This was supposed to be just one mindf*ck of a huge chap but I ended up getting a migraine and split it up so contiune to swip or scroll down and behold to an extra chap.