In and out. In and out.

Over and over, day after day. By this point, Makima wasn't sure how long ago it was since she first became Denji's slave. It could have just as easily been weeks or months. She didn't know. All she knew was that she was sick of it, bored of it. It all made her feel numb by this point, especially as a man she didn't know plowed into her pussy like he'd never had sex before. Which, given his appearance, he likely hadn't.

It had been the fourth client that day, three men and only one woman, with Makima gagged and chained to the ceiling as usual. At least with the women, they found creative ways to use her. But with men, it almost always was the same damn thing. Either fucking her pussy or her ass or shoving it down her throat. Sometimes, they used her breasts, but otherwise, it was the same old, same old, and she'd grown numb. At this point, it felt like nothing could faze her anymore. Especially given that not only had she been whored out to hundreds of people by now. But she had also been forced to star in dozens of snuff films. She'd been tortured, ripped apart, and nearly killed so many different ways by now that even that felt like nothing by this point. It was insane.

After what could've been either ten minutes or fifty—she'd decided to stop trying to keep track—he finally finished, blowing his load inside her. He groaned in her ear and said some quiet words she mentally blocked out before pulling his cock out, zipping up his pants, and heading out while Denji counted up the day's earnings. Makima waited for the next person to come in, but to her surprise, Denji walked over in front of her.

"That was the final one today, so you can relax a bit," he said, and her eyes widened. It was barely past noon if the clock on the desk could be believed. "I actually have some good news for you. You remember my debt?"

Makima nodded. It had been the entire reason he'd been making her do all this after all, to the point that if she ever met those people, she wanted to kill them with her own two hands. Not for Denji's sake but rather for her own.

"Well, this morning, I used the money from your first customer to pay off the last of it!" he said excitedly. Makima felt a surprising amount of joy explode inside her. She knew realistically that he probably wasn't going to stop selling her body, not when it was such a lucrative way to make money. After all, he'd made a name for himself amongst the community. However, Makima hoped they could take a break or at least have her take fewer clients.

"I also have enough money to take us somewhere." Denji went on as Makima raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to take you out, just the two of us. Somewhere nice and quiet. How does that sound?"

It was strange. When they'd first entered this one-sided arrangement, Makima had wanted nothing more than to take Denji and tear him limb from limb. But now, after everything, a quiet night with him sounded fun. She tried to speak, but obviously, her gag made it all come out muffled. Nonetheless, her enthusiasm was apparent as he smiled wide at her response.

Later that night, the two found themselves in the nicest hotel in town, which could be rated two stars or three if one was generous.

It wasn't anything too fancy. But to Makima, who spent most of her time in a rickety shack that from the outside looked ready to collapse at any moment, having a nice fluffy carpet underneath her and a large quilted bed felt like living like a rich person.

Even if she was currently hanging from the ceiling in a strappado position.

Denji sat at the table eating a rather gourmet meal of turkey, chicken, ham, and smaller entrees like macaroni and potatoes. He occasionally fed some of it to Makima. It felt like the most delicious food they'd ever eaten, especially given what they usually ate.

Her arms were trapped behind her back, and though she wasn't naked, she wasn't exactly covered much either. She had on black stockings, a seemingly plain pair of red panties, and a dark corset around her middle that did nothing to cover her completely exposed chest. It was purely a fetish lingerie outfit Denji had bought for her. Despite this, Makima still liked being able to wear clothes. Especially given that Denji kept her naked how 99 percent of the time.

Occasionally, since Denji was so close to Makima, he'd reach out and play with her breasts a little, doing it so sensually compared to the usual clients that it actually felt good and made her moan, especially with the way he cupped them and made them softly bounce. Then he would caress her nipples, rubbing and flicking them and sending more jolts of pleasure through her body.

At one point, he stopped eating, set down his stuff, and walked over to her, yanking the panties down enough to give him access to her ass, where he'd do what none of the other men ever did and gently fingered her asshole to loosen it up a bit before going inside. It still hurt, but much less than when their clients did it, making it feel much more special to her.

He yanked down his pants and underwear before gently fucking her ass, his warm and hard cock slamming into her over and over, his balls slapping against her skin. While it was ultimately the same action she'd felt many times already. How he did, it felt different enough for her to somewhat enjoy it. Especially as he leaned in and whispered things into her ear.

As much as she despised him and everything he'd done to her, selling her body to hundreds of strangers, it had twisted her mind to the point that his gentle touch was welcoming and wonderful in comparison.

If the opportunity ever came to kill him, though, she'd do it in a heartbeat. For now, though, she tried to let herself enjoy the simple, pleasant sex.

And so she closed her eyes and let him keep going, sliding in and out of her ass with much more ease than any of their clients before he finally plunged as much of himself inside as he could before finishing. She trembled at the feeling of his cum swirling inside her ass, a feeling she knew very intimately by this point. However, the fact that it was coming from him made it feel much better to her.

"That was wonderful~." Denji said as he finished and pulled out of her, leaving his clothes on the ground as he went around to plant a kiss on her cheek before moving back to the table, sitting down, and resuming eating. Makima found herself smiling despite everything.

A while later, Denji finished with his food and walked over to Makima again. Bringing his hand first up to her cheek, then to her hair as he gently stroked her locks, letting them flow through his fingers. His other hand moved down to her breast and squeezed it, leaving Makima to softly moan at his gentle touch. She had to admit that she loved how his hand felt in her hair, and the combined hand on her breast was nice as well.

He eventually moved his hand from her hair to the back of her gag, which he removed, much to her surprise and appreciation, as she stretched out her mouth. She only had a moment to do so before he leaned in and began kissing her. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. After dealing with other men for days on end, it felt nice when he kissed her. Something about it was just different from when the other clients did it, and she appreciated it, even if she couldn't put it into words exactly.

Makima wasn't sure how much time passed before Denji pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva between their lips. "I love you," he said, and she was about to respond with "I know" when he continued. "It's…unfortunate that I'll have to kill you one day."

Makima swallowed and opened her mouth. Her voice was quiet and subdued as she spoke, something she rarely got to do anymore. "I know," she still responded, though it carried a different sort of energy than the previous one would have. She'd known that he likely had intentions to kill her once she outlived her usefulness. It was why, despite how safe she'd come to feel when it was just the two of them, she'd spent every day trying to think of a way out of their bargain, trying to think of a way to kill him, even if she hadn't been able to come up with anything yet.

As her train of thought ended, he kissed her again, and she kissed him back. She didn't need to think about that right now, she believed. Makima could just relax in the moment for the time being until things changed again, until she had to worry, because she was sure she still had plenty of time, knowing Denji's aspirations.

Eventually, he broke away from the kiss again and replaced her gag with a ring gag. "There's no need to worry, though. I don't plan on getting rid of you for at least a few more years."

The idea of spending years at this man's side, presumably doing this same thing over and over again every day…it scared her. Even if he lessened the burden now that his debt was gone, it still could end up being years of thousands of guys and girls fucking every inch of her body.

She wasn't sure if she'd be able to mentally survive that.

With that declaration, Denji undid her bonds to get her down from the ceiling, letting her briefly stretch out a bit before she was dropped onto the bed where Denji wasted no time in climbing on top of her. He lifted her legs up and grabbed her panties, pulling them up down her legs and off her feet to leave herself exposed to him, which she'd been expecting. She'd appreciated the time she'd had with the garment of clothing. Still, she wasn't surprised that it had been removed relatively quickly.

"You know… there's something else I was thinking of telling you," Denji went on as she spread her legs. His cock was already out and rock hard as he leaned in and pressed it against her entrance. "The first thing is that… you're not the only devil I can use this brand on. Theoretically, all I have to do is change them a little bit and it should be able to work on any and all that appear in my path."

Makima widened her eyes slightly at that. It was something she'd somewhat anticipated that he'd try to do this same thing to other female devils—or perhaps even some males too—and essentially create an army of sex slaves for him to make bank off of. With Denji's ambitions, he may even open his own studio.

"I also think I could get you pregnant."

At that, Makima nearly gasped. As the head of the Public Safety Commission, she'd heard rumors and legends of devil reproduction. She'd always dismissed such things as nothing but rumors. However, despite Denji saying it now, she wasn't sure she believed it could work. Siring children with other devils or hybrids seemed like the only way to do so, though.

Makima had another realization that made her shudder. Before she'd met Denji, she thought no lesser devil or man could take her down so easily. Let alone enslave her. Yet, this hybrid, this boy, had proven otherwise. Perhaps she was wrong about this as well. Denji could very well get her pregnant.

Oblivious to the girl's growing panic at the simple idea she could be subject to childbirth, Denji slid himself inside her, his length completely burying itself within her folds. Her only indication of registering it was that she let out a small gasp as Denji started sliding in and out. "Ordinarily…procreating with a devil is insanely difficult, as you probably are aware…" He grunted as he slammed his cock into her over and over. He wasn't nearly as rough as most of her usual clients, so this felt like a gentle fucking by comparison. "However, I've discovered that when one is bound to another, the process is much…ghhh…easier." Her eyes widened at that information as her breasts lightly swayed with every thrust. "So, basically…if I wanted to make you into a being specifically…mmm…fit for breeding, all I'd need to do is…adjust your brand a little."

At that, she began to shake her head. Despite trying so many times before with no result. Makima tried to thrash and break free of whatever power he held over her, but it did nothing like all the times before. Denji didn't even notice, staring off into space as he spoke. "A child of my own…one I could raise to be better than I was…better than my father was to me." All the while, he kept sliding in and out of her as if she wasn't having the greatest panic of her life since the first time she was captured and forced to fuck someone.

"I mean, you're already my slave right?" he asked, though it was in a sort of tone that indicated he wasn't actually looking for an answer. "Why not make full use of you? I'll need to get rid of you eventually, but I wouldn't want to do so without knowing I could secure a future in the process. What better way to show full dominance and ownership over you in the meantime, whether you're alive or dead?" He continued to thrust into her almost absentmindedly as he spoke, and all she could do was sit there and be horrified by what he was implying.

She tried to speak, to go so far as to beg for him to do such a horrible thing to her, to leave her to that kind of fate, but of course, with the gag, all that came out was unintelligible noise. Even with all of that, though, Denji still didn't appear to be paying attention to her.

"I suppose I have no idea how to raise a child though, since I'd want to have at least one, preferably a girl," he said. "Well…outside of devil hunting and what I've done with you, I don't know how to do a lot of things. I haven't even gotten to go to high school, though I've heard that doesn't really help teach you anyway."

A few seconds passed in silence as he kept fucking her, to the point it felt like hours were passing by. Eventually, Denji let out a sigh. "I suppose for now I'll have to hold off on getting you pregnant. It may not be such a good idea." Makima almost let out a sigh of relief before he added. "At least not until I get some learning done on the subject."

It wasn't as reassuring as the blanket statement before. Still, as Denji plunged his cock inside her and came, she couldn't help but feel a relaxation settle over her. She was safe for now. Her body collapsed as he finished and pulled out, and she was surprised as she began to cry with how relieved she was.

As Denji finally came back down to Earth after having his head in the clouds for ages, he looked down at Makima, and his eyes widened as she saw she was crying. However, to him, it felt obvious that they were tears of happiness and nothing else. He raised his hand and gently wiped them away as he smiled reassuringly. "Oh, I'm sure any woman, human or devil, would be overjoyed at the prospect of becoming a mother. However…" His face became serious. "I grew up in poverty, and I would not want my child to do the same, so we sadly must wait until we're ready." With that, he changed their positions, nearly throwing her off the bed as he forced her to her knees and sat with his legs over the edge. He grabbed her head and eased it down to slide his cock into the ring gag. "Clean me up, please."

Makima happily obliged, figuring it would be better than thinking about getting pregnant and everything related to that. She flicked her tongue out and started moving her head back and forth as her tongue slid across his shaft, tasting both his drying cum and her own juices that had been spread across it, even if she hadn't cum herself.

As she went back and forth, sucking him off, his hand lazily fell down to her stomach, where he started tracing circles around her belly button, almost tickling her. "You'd look beautiful with a swollen stomach, I think. It won't happen for a while, but… I'll make sure it happens eventually."

As she continued to suck, the devil couldn't help but shudder at the prospect and the idea of what that could bring for them in the future.

A few days later, Makima opened her eyes, welcoming the soft spring morning sun shining through the window.

It had been a rather uneventful few days. Much to her surprise, Denji hadn't made her satisfy a single client. She was sure he would eventually make her return to it, but so far, he hadn't. Makima had to admit she almost felt like she could let her guard down, but she wasn't going to just yet.

That morning, Denji didn't seem to be anywhere. She looked around, and even tried to call out his name behind her gag, but nobody responded. Makima was still restrained to the ceiling as she was every morning, so she couldn't walk around.

In Makima's mind, she knew rationally there was nothing to worry about and that with him specifically, she shouldn't have felt worried at all, given what he'd done. Still, a small part of her couldn't help but be worried that something could've happened. Maybe something with the people he owed money to?

She shook her head, knowing he would likely only run some errands. There wasn't a sign of a struggle as far as she could tell, and if there was, she doubted they would've left the naked, restrained girl behind like this, so she was sure everything was fine.

It turned out that her instinct was correct. A few minutes later, Denji opened the door and stepped inside. Her eyes widened as she saw he was much more well-dressed and groomed than usual, his hair done in a new, fancier haircut. In his hands was a bag that had a logo she didn't recognize.

"Hey, sorry I didn't leave a note or anything, but I thought I'd be back before you woke up." Denji said as he reached up and undid her chains. Once she was freed and back on the floor, she rubbed her wrists, surprised when he held out the bag. "I got you a new client today, all the way in Tokyo. It's…a special one, though, and someone willing to pay a lot of money, so we'll need to get you prettied up a bit."

Makima sighed. She knew it would come up again eventually, but the way he said it was a special client, she had to admit, did interest her. As she looked down at the bag in her hands, she wondered how long this would go on. Years? Until death? How long would she have to entertain people for? How long COULD she do it for? She wasn't sure, and she also wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

She supposed she'd just have to take it as it came.

With a deep breath, she opened the bag.

Resting inside was a pair of extremely high quality underwear, perfectly fit and designed.

Just for her.

It was a set of white lacy lingerie consisting of a thong, bra, stockings, elbow-length gloves, and high heels. Makima was swiftly changed into the outfit before being bound once more with her hands behind her back, Denji taking careful time to wrap the bonds tightly, even more than he usually did, as if it was somehow a special event. Her legs were hobbled, a gag was placed in her mouth, one that was clearly brand new given the smell and taste of fresh plastic, and a dog collar was around her neck. Her name was even fancily engraved on a gold heart attached to it that jingled with every small movement. Even as he was getting her dressed, however, he kept sliding his hands over her body, groping even the most innocuous parts of her like her arms and wrists, as if he just couldn't stop himself from touching her. After she was dressed, she was brought over to a mirror, where Denji checked to make sure everything was in place. Going so far as to tuck her breasts into her bra more until he had it just the way he wanted.

Makima stared at herself in the mirror as he was adjusting her, taking a good look at what she'd become. Just a few months prior, she was powerful government official and successful devil hunter. She was once an intimidating woman who stood tall to all who met her. But now, all she saw was a beautiful woman, a whore, a slave to the man touching her right now. She had no more autonomy. She was simply a thing used by others to get off, to feel pleasure, to make money off of. Her only purpose now was to be exploited.

And she wasn't sure how she felt anymore.

After adjusting her surprisingly comfortable stockings and gloves to perfection, his hands warm against her cold skin, like fire on ice, he sighed, gave her a once-over, his eyes examining every inch of her body, which though nothing new, felt somehow different this time, sending a shudder down her spine that she could quite explain. When he smiled, it filled her with a similar sensation that both scared her and made her hopeful. He grabbed a leash off the table and clipped it to her collar. "Alright, perfect. Let's go." With that, he began to walk towards the door, only needing to pull on the collar a little to get her to follow.

And so, as the two left out the front door, Denji paused to look back at the shack he'd called home for so long. Makima did as well, though she didn't feel as attached to it as he likely did. Denji took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Let's go. The big city awaits."

Makima's eyes went wide as she looked over at him, only to be met with that same damn smile that was driving her crazy. "In Tokyo there will be no shortage willing to pay top dollar to spend time with a beautiful devil like you… We are moving on to bigger and better things. And I have you to thank for that."

With that, before she could react, he harshly slapped her ass, making her jolt as the sting vibrated across her cheek in a way that was…strangely nice.

And so the two went on, getting into the limo that would take Denji to a bright new future free of debt, and would take Makima to a life of torture, degradement, and sexual slavery.