In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

The first few days with the belt had been a blur of experimentation, a whirlwind of lust and desire. He had taken Lila again and again, exploring every inch of her perfect, teenage body. Each encounter had been more intense than the last, pushing the boundaries of what he thought was possible. The power of the belt had grown stronger with each use, whispering dark secrets in his ear, showing him how to make her crave him, how to make her body respond to his every command.

But there was one line that he hadn't crossed yet—taking her virginity. Anon knew that it was only a matter of time before the opportunity presented itself, but he was biding his time. He wanted it to be perfect, a moment that would be burned into both their memories forever. He knew that once he did, there would be no going back, no way to undo the damage he had wrought on his own flesh and blood. But the belt whispered reassurances, promising that she would want it, that she would beg for it. And deep down, he knew that he wanted it too.

Today was the day he decided to test the limits of his power outside the confines of his home. He had picked out a woman from the town—fit, with a mean streak that made her all the more alluring. He had seen her around the park, watching as she jogged, her muscles rippling with each stride. She was the kind of woman that would never look twice at him in the real world, but with the belt, he knew he could have her eating out of the palm of his hand.

Anon strolled into the park, his eyes scanning the horizon for his prey. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that danced on the dewy grass. He spotted her, the woman from his thoughts, her blonde hair tied back in a tight ponytail. She was dressed in tight, spandex shorts and a sports bra that did nothing to hide her ample cleavage. He felt a twinge of excitement as he approached her, the belt humming with anticipation around his waist.

"Can you imagine," he thought to himself, "the thrill of a hate fuck?" It was a concept that had always intrigued him, the idea of someone so filled with anger and disdain that they would use sex as a weapon, a way to hurt and degrade their partner. But with the power of the belt, he could make it a reality. He knew that she would hate him, that every thrust would be a declaration of his dominance over her. And yet, she would crave it, her body betraying her mind. It was a twisted dance of power and submission that he had never before been able to explore.

The belt whispered in his ear, feeling his anticipation. "I can lower the influence," it promised, "just enough to keep the edge of reality." The idea was intoxicating. He could make her feel every inch of his cock, every thrust, every moment of his control. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do it," he murmured, his voice low and filled with dark desire.

The power of the belt surged through him, a warm wave that made his skin tingle. The world around them shifted, the colors becoming brighter, more vivid. The air grew thick with tension as he stepped closer, his hand outstretched. "Hi," he said, his voice casual, friendly even. "I'm Anon."

The blonde's eyes narrowed, the Karen instincts kicking in. "What do you want?" she demanded, her tone sharp. But even as she spoke, her body swayed, the tight spandex hugging her curves in a way that was impossible to ignore. Her hips rolled with the subtlest of movements, a siren's dance that called to him. The belt whispered, guiding his gaze, making her every gesture seem seductive, even though she was dressed for a jog.

"I'm not here to cause trouble," Anon said, his voice smooth as silk. He knew the words she wanted to hear, the sweet nothings that would melt her resistance. "I just thought you looked like someone who could use a... good stretch." The double meaning hung in the air, and he watched as her eyes flickered with understanding. The belt's power was at play, bending the very fabric of reality to his will.

Her hand came to rest on her hip, her fingers tapping out an impatient rhythm. But the way she leaned into the pose, the slight arch of her back, the way her breasts strained against the tight fabric of her sports bra—it was all a performance for him. He could see the cogs turning in her mind, the internal struggle between the Karen instinct to be suspicious and the woman who wanted to be desired. "Look, I don't know what you think you're playing at, but I'm not interested," she snapped, her tone as sharp as the edges of her words. But even as she spoke, her body spoke a language of its own—one of seduction and invitation.

Anon felt the belt around his waist vibrate gently, and he knew it was time to push the boundaries further. He took a step closer, his hand brushing against her arm. "Please, just tell me your name," he said, his voice a soft caress that seemed to slide over her skin. "It's only fair, isn't it?"

The blonde's eyes flickered with something akin to annoyance, but she couldn't help but feel a strange pull towards him. "It's... it's Janice," she finally said, her voice a little breathless. The belt's power was already weaving its spell, making her words come out with a seductive lilt that she didn't intend.

Anon felt a thrill run through him as the belt's influence grew stronger. "Janice," he murmured, tasting the name on his tongue. "Are you married, Janice?" The question was loaded, his voice a dark promise of something she hadn't allowed herself to crave.

Her eyes searched his, the barriers of her pride and the societal norms that governed her life slipping away as the belt whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "I... I was," she said, the words leaving her mouth as if she had no control over them. "But I'm not anymore."

The rage that had been simmering inside Anon grew with each passing second. The thought that she had belonged to someone else, had been touched by someone other than him, filled him with a white-hot fury that was almost blinding. But the belt was in control, guiding his hand as it slid up her arm, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her neck. "Do you remember me, Janice?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

He watched her pupils dilate, her breath catch in her throat as the memories flooded back. The way she had looked at him, the way she had talked to him—it was all a lie, a mask that she had worn for his benefit. But now, with the belt's power pulsing through his veins, she had no choice but to be honest. "I... I don't know you," she murmured, her voice thick with confusion.

"That's because you've never truly seen me, Janice," Anon said, his tone cold, his hand still wrapped around her wrist. "You've never seen anyone for who they truly are. You just see what you want to see." The anger in his voice was palpable, the belt feeding off his resentment. "You think all men are useless, don't you? That we're all just good for one thing?"

Janice's eyes narrowed, her body stiffening as she tried to pull away, but the belt held her in place. "What are you talking about?" she spat, her voice filled with the venom of years of bitterness. "I don't need a man to tell me what to do."

Anon smirked, feeling the power of the belt pulsing through him. "That's where you're wrong," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You see, Janice, I'm not just any man. I'm the one who can give you what you truly crave, deep down."

Her eyes narrowed even further, the disdain on her face growing more pronounced. "What makes you think you know what I want?" she sneered, her voice dripping with venom. But Anon could see the flicker of curiosity in her gaze, the hint of something more primal that lay just beneath the surface.

He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, his cock already hardening with anticipation. "Because, Janice," he whispered, "I can give you what you've always wanted but were too afraid to admit." His hand slid up her arm, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck before coming to rest on her cheek. The belt's power thrummed through him, urging him to push further. "Why fight when we can fuck?"

Her eyes searched his, looking for a sign of weakness, a crack in the facade. But all she found was the unyielding hunger that the belt had stoked within him. "What are you talking about?" she challenged, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

Anon leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You know exactly what I mean," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. "Men fight, then they make up. Why can't we do the adult version?" He squeezed gently, his grip firm and possessive. "Why can't we just... fuck?"

The word hung in the air, a challenge and a promise. Janice felt her body respond despite herself, her breath hitching as his fingers dug into her flesh. The belt's power was a seductive whisper, making her want to believe that this could be what she needed—what she deserved. The anger she felt for men, the bitterness that had fueled her for so long, was suddenly a living, breathing entity in the form of Anon. And yet, she couldn't deny the spark of arousal that was building deep within her.

"Get your hands off me," she snarled, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. But her voice lacked the usual bite, the belt's power diluting her words. Anon just smirked, his eyes filled with a dark amusement.

He knew he had her. The belt had lowered the influence just enough to keep the tension high, the anger in Janice's eyes a delicious contrast to the lust that was slowly taking over. He felt a thrill at the thought of her hating him while he claimed her, making her body betray her mind. The belt whispered to him, guiding him, feeding him the words that would push her over the edge.

"Why are you so mad, Janice?" Anon said, his voice a taunt. "Is it because you know that deep down, you want this?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "You want a man who can make you feel alive, who can make you scream with pleasure and pain."

Her eyes flashed with anger, but there was a spark of something else—desire. The belt had lowered its influence, just enough to allow the natural tension between them to build. The power of the belt was a subtle undercurrent, guiding their movements, their thoughts. Anon knew he had her on the hook, and he was going to reel her in.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" Janice snapped, trying to push him away. But the belt had its hold on her, and she found her hand sliding up his chest of its own accord, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. The anger in her eyes was real, but so was the heat that was pooling between her legs.

Anon felt the power of the belt surging through him, thrilling at the control he had over this woman who had once looked down on him. He knew that her mind was fighting him, telling her that this was wrong, that she didn't want this. But her body was betraying her, responding to his every touch with an honesty that was impossible to fake. "Your mouth says no," he murmured into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "but your body says yes."

With a swift move that surprised even himself, Anon spun Janice around, pushing her up against a nearby tree. She gasped as his hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips and pulling her roughly against him. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, the anger that was fueling her arousal. He knew that she was still fighting it, still trying to cling to the last shreds of her pride. But it was a futile effort. The belt had her in its grasp, and it wasn't letting go.

The park around them seemed to fade away, the other townsfolk's eyes glazing over as they walked by, their perceptions twisted by the power of the belt. To them, Anon was just a man helping a lady with her stretches, their lust-filled encounter nothing more than a mundane workout. But in reality, it was so much more—a dance of dominance and submission that was as old as time itself.

Anon kissed Janice, his tongue pushing past her teeth, tasting the anger on her lips. His hands roamed her body, feeling every inch of her taut muscles, the power of the belt guiding his movements. She resisted at first, her teeth biting down on his lip, but the belt whispered to her, turning the pain into pleasure. Her body melted against him, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

He slammed her against the tree, the bark digging into her back as he tore at her clothes. The fabric gave way under his rough handling, revealing the soft, warm flesh beneath. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a trail of love bites down to her collarbone. Janice's breath hitched, a mix of pain and pleasure that was driving her wild. The belt whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her that she liked it, that she wanted more.

The belt's influence grew stronger as he pushed her to her knees, his cock throbbing with anticipation. Janice looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and need. But she knew she had no choice—her body was his plaything now. She took him in her mouth, her teeth scraping against his shaft as she struggled to keep her hatred in check. Anon's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, making her suck harder, faster.

As she deep-throated him, her eyes never left his, the challenge in them growing stronger with every second. But Anon was relentless, his hips bucking as he pushed himself deeper, claiming her mouth as his own. The belt whispered, telling him to be gentle, to make love to her mouth, even as he used it to fuck her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, her eyes watering, but she took it all, her mind slowly giving in to the pleasure that the belt was feeding her.

The power grew as they moved from the tree to the soft grass, Janice's body laid out before him like a feast. He took his time, exploring every inch of her, his touch both tender and brutal. She moaned around his cock, her hands coming up to grip his hips, pulling him deeper. The hate was still there, but it was being overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that crashed through her with every touch.

Anon couldn't help but marvel at the way her body responded to his, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed, her breath hitching in her throat as he pushed her further. He knew he had her, knew that she was his for the taking. The belt whispered, urging him to claim her fully, to make her understand the power that he now wielded. He slammed into her mouth, his hand fisting in her hair as he began to pump his hips, the rhythm growing faster, more erratic. "You're doing such a good job," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Such a good little slut."

As Janice's eyes watered and her throat tightened around him, Anon felt his control slipping. The anger he had felt for her, the resentment that had fueled his desire, was morphing into something more primal. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy clench around him as he fucked her. He reached down with his left hand, his fingers sliding through her soaking wet folds. She was so wet, so ready for him, that it was all he could do not to come right then and there.

The belt whispered, guiding him, telling him to push her boundaries even further. He slid two fingers inside her, the heat of her core wrapping around him like a velvet fist. She moaned around his cock, the sound sending shockwaves through his body. He curled his fingers, finding that sweet spot that made her body convulse. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and for a moment, she forgot to fight, lost in the sensation of his touch.

The tension grew, the air thick with it, as Anon brought her closer and closer to the edge. He knew that she was his, that she would do anything he asked. But there was still that spark of defiance in her eyes, that stubborn refusal to fully submit. It was a dance of wills, a battle that he knew he would win. And when she finally came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, he felt a victory that was more satisfying than any he had ever known.

Her mouth released him with a pop, and Anon took a step back, his cock glistening with her saliva. He brought his hand to his mouth, his fingers coated in her juices, and licked them clean with a smirk. "Mmm," he murmured, "you taste delicious, Janice." The look of horror on her face was priceless, a mix of anger and embarrassment that only served to fuel his arousal. "You like it when I call you a slut, don't you?"

Her eyes narrowed, and she spat out a mouthful of grass. "You're sick," she managed to choke out, her voice strained. But even as she said the words, Anon could see the way her body was responding to his dominance. The belt whispered, telling him that she liked it, that she wanted more. And he was more than happy to oblige.

"You haven't made me cum yet," he said, his voice filled with a dark promise. "Don't think this is over." He could feel the power of the belt swirling around them, a living, breathing entity that was eager to claim its next victory. Janice's eyes widened, and she scrambled to her feet, trying to put some distance between them. But it was too late—she was already his.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I can't do that." But even as she spoke, her body was betraying her. Anon watched as her hand slid down her stomach, her fingers playing with the edge of her shorts. The belt's power was a siren's call, impossible to resist.

"You don't have to," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "But I know you want to. You want to feel me inside you, filling you up." He took another step closer, his cock jutting out, demanding her attention. "You want to know what it feels like to be truly claimed."

Janice's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth of his words. The belt had her in its thrall, and she could feel the need building inside her, the urge to give herself to him completely. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't fight the tide of desire that was threatening to drown her. "Just... get it over with," she ground out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anon's smirk grew wider as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw. "You know, Janice," he said, "I think you're starting to enjoy this." Her eyes flashed with anger, but she couldn't stop her body from leaning into his touch. The belt's power was like a drug, making her want to hate him even as she craved his touch.

Her hand slid down to her shorts, her fingers fumbling with the button. "If you're going to do it," she said through gritted teeth, "then do it. I don't have all day." But even as she spoke, her voice was laced with need, her body begging for release. Anon could feel the power of the belt pulsing through him, feeding off her anger and turning it into lust.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to help her with her shorts. The fabric slid down her legs, revealing the lacy panties that clung to her wetness. He took a moment to admire the view before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down. Janice's breath hitched, but she didn't protest. Instead, she stepped out of them, her legs spreading wider as if inviting him in.

Anon knelt before her, his eyes locked on hers. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and took a deep sniff of her sex. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock throb even more. He took a long, slow lick, savoring the taste of her as she squirmed above him. Janice's hands flew to her mouth, stifling a moan. She had never allowed a man to do this to her, never felt so exposed and yet so wanted. The belt's power whispered, making her body crave more, making her want to feel his tongue deep inside her.

Without breaking eye contact, Anon's tongue slithered into her folds, probing and tasting. Janice's knees buckled slightly, but she remained standing, her fists clenched at her sides. The sensation was overwhelming, the way he licked and sucked at her clit like it was the sweetest candy. The belt's influence grew stronger, making her body respond to his every touch with a fervor she had never experienced before.

Anon's tongue delved deeper, his nose nuzzling against her as he sought entry into her tight channel. Janice felt her insides clench around the invading warmth, the sensation strange yet undeniably erotic. His mouth worked her with a hunger that seemed to have no end, each stroke and flick of his tongue pushing her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Her mind screamed at her to stop him, to push him away and regain some semblance of control, but her body had other ideas.

Without warning, she came, her legs buckling as the intensity of her climax crashed over her. But Anon, ever the master of the belt's power, pulled away just before the peak, leaving her hanging. Janice's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she glared down at him. "What the fuck are you doing?" she snarled, her voice thick with unshed pleasure.

Anon smirked, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "Just making sure you know who's in charge, Janice," he murmured, his voice a low purr. He knew that she was mad, that the sudden denial of release had only served to heighten her arousal. The belt whispered to him, urging him to push her even further. He stood up, his cock jutting out from his pants, the head glistening with pre-cum.

With one swift movement, he pulled her against him, his cock nudging at her entrance. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, the belt's power making his voice a siren's call that she couldn't resist. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "I've wanted you for so long." Janice's eyes rolled back in her head as he pushed into her, filling her with a thick, delicious fullness.

Anon hovered above Janice, his eyes locked on hers as he began to move. His strokes were slow and deliberate, the belt's power making every sensation more intense. He whispered words of praise and adoration, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to stroke her soul as much as her body. But even as he held her tight, his tenderness had a darker edge—a reminder of who was in control.

With each thrust, Janice felt her anger and resentment melt away, replaced by a fierce hunger for more. Her nails dug into his back, leaving trails of fire across his skin. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't be enjoying it. But the belt whispered sweet lies in her ear, making her believe that she deserved this, that she wanted it. And so she arched her back, pushing herself against him, begging for the release that was just out of reach.

Anon watched her with a detached curiosity, his eyes cold and calculating. He knew she was close, her body trembling with the need to come. And he knew that when she did, it would be the most beautiful form of submission he had ever seen. The belt's power thrummed through him, urging him to take her harder, to show her no mercy. He gripped her hips tightly, his movements becoming more brutal with each stroke.

He didn't bother with gentle kisses or tender whispers now. The sweetness had been peeled away, revealing the raw, primal need beneath. Janice's nails scored his back, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as she tried to find some semblance of control. But Anon was relentless, his hips pistoning into her with a ferocity that was almost animalistic. He felt the belt's power surging, feeding off their combined anger and lust.

With a grunt of effort, Anon lifted Janice's legs, hooking them over his shoulders. She was open to him now, vulnerable and exposed, and he took full advantage, driving into her with a force that made her scream. He could feel her body fighting him, trying to push him away, but the belt held her in place, whispering sweet nothings in her ear that only served to fuel her desire.

Her moans grew louder, a mix of pleasure and pain that was music to his ears. Janice's eyes were squeezed shut, her face contorted into a mask of ecstasy and anger. "You... you... fucking... bastard," she managed to choke out between gasps. But the belt was weaving its magic, and even as she cursed him, the words turned into a plea, her body begging for more.

Anon's own curses were a symphony of lust and power. "You... fucking... love this, don't you?" He grunted with each punishing thrust, his teeth clenched in a feral smile. He watched her, savoring every twitch and quiver of her body, the way she tried to fight the pleasure he was giving her. The belt whispered, feeding him the words she needed to hear, the words that would make her come apart.

Janice's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze with a glare that was half-hate, half-desire. "I hate you," she snarled, her voice a ragged growl. "I fucking hate you." But even as she said it, her body was responding, her hips rising to meet his, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. He felt the belt's power swell within him, the thrill of her words pushing him closer to the edge.

"How does it feel, Janice?" he panted, his voice a taunt. "To be fucked by a man with a cock so big it hurts?" He slammed into her again, the force of his thrusts making her breasts bounce with each impact. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips. "Tell me," he demanded, his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Tell me how much you love it."

Her eyes snapped open, and she glared at him, her voice a mix of anger and lust. "It feels... it feels..." she stuttered, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "It feels... amazing," she finally choked out, the admission ripped from her. Anon felt a surge of power, the belt's influence pulsing through him like a drug. His cock grew even thicker, stretching her to the limits of what she could take.

"Look at me, Janice," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Tell me how big my cock is." Her eyes widened, and she took a deep breath, her chest heaving. "It's... it's so big," she whimpered, the words leaving her mouth like a confession. "It's... it's huge." Anon smirked, the power of the belt swelling within him. "That's right," he said, his strokes growing more punishing. "It's so big, it hurts you, doesn't it?"

Her eyes searched his, desperation and anger warring in their depths. "What kind of fuck do you want, Janice?" he demanded, his voice a mix of challenge and seduction. "Is this it? To be brutally fucked in the middle of the park?" He knew she was close, her body trembling with the need to come. He felt a thrill at her helplessness, the way she was at his mercy.

And then it happened. Janice's curse turned into a whimper, a soft "yes," slipping from her lips. Anon's smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as he drove into her, feeling the tightness of her pussy as it clenched around him. "Tell me you love it," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "Tell me you want more." Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a string of curses that were tinged with something else, something softer. "I... I hate how good it feels," she moaned, the words coming out as a breathy confession.

He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "But you want it," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "You want me to fill you up, to make you come so hard you see stars." Janice's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with lust. She didn't bother to hide the desperation in her voice anymore. "Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want it. I want all of it."

The words were like a key turning in a lock, unleashing the full force of the belt's power. Anon's eyes gleamed with triumph as he slammed into her, his cock stretching her to the breaking point. Janice's body was a symphony of sensation, the pain and pleasure melding into something exquisite. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering on the horizon, threatening to consume her. "Come for me," he growled, his voice a demand. "Come for your master."

With a snarl, Janice took the final leap, her body arching as she kissed him. Her tongue slid into his mouth, claiming him even as he claimed her. The kiss was a declaration of war, a battle of wills that she had no hope of winning. But as she kissed him, she felt something change. The anger and resentment were still there, but they were being drowned out by something else, something that scared her more than anything. Desire.

Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Each spurt sent a mini-shockwave through her, making her toes curl and her back arch. She had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming. It was as if she was being reborn in the throes of pleasure, the belt's power ensuring that she felt every inch of him inside her.

Janice's eyes snapped open, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. She could feel the warmth of his cum filling her, the way it seemed to spread through her body like molten lava. Each pulse of his cock sent another wave of pleasure crashing over her, making her moan into the kiss. Anon's tongue danced with hers, a dance of dominance and submission that she couldn't resist.

As their kiss grew more desperate, Anon's hips slowed, his cock still buried deep inside her. He pulled out with a wet pop, the sound echoing through the quiet park. Janice's eyes widened as she felt his warm spit pool around her mouth, a mix of his and her own saliva. He didn't give her time to process before he leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers and making her swallow it all.

The sensation was alien, something she had never experienced with any other man. It was raw, intimate, and strangely thrilling. Anon's tongue danced with hers, sharing the taste of their combined pleasure. She felt a strange sense of submission as she swallowed, his flavor mingling with her own, marking her as his. The belt's power whispered, making her crave more, making her want to be claimed by him in every way possible.

He broke the kiss, his chest heaving with exertion, and looked down at her with a smug satisfaction. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Janice felt a spark of anger, but it was quickly extinguished by the wave of pleasure that crashed through her. "You liked that," he said, a smug grin playing on his lips. "You liked being used, didn't you?"

"Fuck you," she spat, her voice filled with both anger and arousal. Anon just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're going to be begging for it," he promised. "Whenever you need to cum, you're going to come to me for permission." Janice's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to his words. The belt's power was a constant reminder of his dominance, making her want to both fight and submit.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I want your number, Janice," he whispered, his voice a seductive command. "And I expect to hear from you regularly. Every time you get wet, every time you think about me, you're going to text me. Every time you want to cum, you're going to call." He nibbled on her earlobe, making her shiver. "Do you understand?"

Janice nodded jerkily, unable to form words. The belt's power was a living force, a dark symphony playing in her mind, making her want to please him. "Y-yes," she managed to whisper, the admission leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. But even as she said it, she felt a thrill of excitement, the anticipation of his next command, his next touch.

Anon leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss, his lips lingering for just a moment too long before he pulled away. His hand shot out, slapping her ass with a resounding crack that echoed through the deserted park. The sting of his hand on her skin sent a jolt of pain through her, but it only served to make her pussy throb with need. Janice gasped, her eyes widening with shock and arousal.

The encounter replayed in her mind, each moment etched in detail. The way his tongue had felt, the power in his touch, the way he had filled her so completely... it was like something out of a porno, but so much more intense. Her body was still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she found herself touching her tender, swollen lips. The taste of him was still there, mingling with her own, a constant reminder of what they had just shared.

Janice watched him stride away, the sun casting long shadows across the grass. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed with each step, the confident swagger that said he knew exactly what he had done to her. And she hated it. Hated the way she had begged for more, the way she had given in to his demands. But deep down, in a place she didn't dare acknowledge, she had liked it. The belt's power had turned her into a creature of lust, craving his dominance, his control.

Her thoughts drifted to their next encounter. She would be ready for him. She would serve him better, give him what he wanted without losing herself in the process. But even as she thought it, the anger began to build again, a fiery coal in the pit of her stomach. How could she let this happen? How could she crave something so wrong? Her mind swirled with a mix of emotions, a tornado of sweetness and hate.

Janice felt the belt's power even as she walked away, the gentle caress of its influence stroking her desire back to life. She hated Anon for what he had done, but she craved him more than she had ever craved anything. She knew she would give in again, that she would text him when she was wet and desperate. And she knew that when she did, he would come to her, ready to fill her up and leave her begging for more.