Makima opened her eyes, but as soon as she did so, her head felt groggy, and her vision was unfocused.

She quickly realized she'd been knocked out, likely from a blow to the head. She felt a dull pain, but the memories of what had happened were fuzzy. On top of the dull ache, there was a sharp one on her lower back. Due to the breeze, she could tell it was completely bare, with her shirt's backside torn open. She instinctively tried to move her hand but found that she couldn't. She looked up to find that her hands were bound at the wrists by a heavy chain connecting to the ceiling.

As her senses returned, Makima realized a few more things. Firstly, a gag was wrapped around her mouth, which, alongside the chains around her ankles, indicated that she had been kidnapped. Secondly, she was inside a dark shed, a singular window streaming light into the room, allowing her to see a few things. A broken mirror rested behind her, which allowed her to look over her shoulder at what was on her back.

A brand rested just above her hips. It looked fresh, made from strange symbols almost familiar to Makima. A nagging feeling lingered in her brain as she tried to recall it. Nothing came to her.

The rest of the seemingly small shack gave no sign of where she was. Still, a simple glance out the window would tell Makima that she wasn't in Tokyo. She was more likely somewhere in the countryside. Pretty far away from where she last remembered being.

For now, she needed to get out of this situation. Since it didn't appear that anyone was nearby, she tried to use her regeneration powers to heal the brand on her back away. But nothing happened. Confused, she tried again. Making every effort to get her power to come to the surface from deep inside herself… But once again, nothing.

Feeling a slight sense of panic, Makima tried to summon the strength to break free of the chains. Yet, she felt weak and drained, her body declining her request for a summon of power. The panic grew more intense as she flailed around for a bit, trying to summon any of her demon powers, to no avail.

When that proved ineffective, she searched her mind and remembered what had happened that led her to this situation.

She recalled that she and two of her associates at the Public Safety Commission were at a warehouse to confront the zombie devil. Ordinarily, a devil far below the pay grade of a devil hunter of Makima's caliber. However, they hoped to find a lead on the chainsaw devil. Which rumors have suggested to dwell nearby. When they'd arrived at the warehouse, the zombie devil was found ripped to shreds alongside numerous other corpses. Before any of them could react, her associates were immediately cut to ribbons. Killed by someone lurking in the shadows. Before Makima could retaliate, someone struck her on the head. Knocking her to the ground and sending her reeling. Then she'd felt a burning sensation on her back before blacking out.

As she glanced at the mirror again, she presumed the brand on her back was what had caused that burning pain. None of it explained why she couldn't use her powers, though. Even as she absentmindedly continued trying while the memories came back to her.

Yet as soon as she'd finished recalling, the door to the shack opened, and a man entered the room. Makima stiffened as he walked up to her. His deep brown eyes met her yellow eyes. His messy blonde hair caught her attention as he pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"Unhand me," Makima said in a quiet but firm tone. The man only smiled in response.

"Hello," he said, his voice calm. "So, you're Makima, a high-ranking member of the Public Safety Commission, huh? Nice to meet you." When she looked confused, he clarified, "I looked through your wallet."

"Unhand me," she repeated. She wouldn't give this man any more words than necessary.

"You know, I used to hunt devils," the man continued as if he hadn't heard her while pacing before her. "I've met quite a few because of it, some of which have offered me bargains to keep them alive. Most of them I just killed anyway, but there was one that gave me such a good offer that I couldn't refuse."

Makima glared harshly at the man, her eyes full of ire. She was confused about why he'd mentioned devil hunting.

"Of course, I couldn't accept such an offer until I merged with Pochita, er, that's my dog, and became the chainsaw devil." Makima froze as her eyes met his again, and he smiled as he could tell she recognized the name.

"You're the chainsaw devil?" she asked. This was who she'd been hunting? But…he looked human.

She sniffed the air. No…there was more to it than that. He wasn't pure human, but perhaps some sort of hybrid?

"Yeah, I became a weird sort of hybrid I guess," he explained with a hand wave. "Anyway, that gave me the power of greater senses, and the ability to locate other devils, including the one that once offered me a bargain. So I found him and accepted the bargain he gave me."

Makima wasn't really listening at that point. She was examining this man before her, the chainsaw devil she'd been hunting for a while now. He seemed no more than a young man, someone she was sure she could manipulate if she played her cards right. Once she got him to release her, she was sure she could find some way to get him under her thumb, especially with her position…

"So… you're the chainsaw devil?" she asked in the sweetest tone she could muster.

"In the flesh."

"Interesting. Very interesting," Makima said as she tried to tilt herself towards him, batting her eyelashes as she did so. You know… I've been looking for you for a while."

"To kill me?"

"No, actually. You were a devil of interest for us…for me." She batted her eyelashes again. "I was looking for to see if you would-"

"You know what else my senses told me? That you are a devil."

He cut her off, which shocked her slightly, both from the cut-off itself and from the declaration. "Wh-What?"

"Your smell. It's that of a devil. Pretty strong too, I'm surprised no one else has noticed," he said as he held her strong gaze. "So, how did a devil make it that far up the food chain in such a devil-hating agency?"

"That's…" Makima started before she closed her mouth. She wouldn't give this random man any confirmation of her true identity, nor would she explain anything he didn't need to know. Instead, she decided to try her words again and cleared her throat. "So what if I am? Doesn't that show that I'm someone you can trust? Someone you can rely on to get you into a good place?" She let out a girly giggle that made most men wobble. "I think we could do such amazing things together and-"

"Nope. You aren't going to convince me that way, not with that fake sweetness," Denji said before she could continue. Makima reined in her snarl as she tried a different approach.

"So, so you said you did devil hunting? That's when you took care of the zombie devil right? All by yourself? We could use someone like you." She tried for another warm smile. "The Public Safety Commission is currently looking at…special positions for people like you. People who can hunt down devils, all for a pretty good, stable salary. If you just come with me, I can guarantee-"

"I don't want it," Denji cut her off once again. "I'm just not interested."

"B-But…" Makima finally snarled. "Look, it's a good offer you'd be dumb not to take. You're a hybrid. Devils and hybrids don't have human rights, so anyone can do whatever they want to you-"

"Doesn't the same apply to you?"

Makima froze, her throat feeling dry as Denji smirked at her. "Devils don't have human rights, so there's no laws preventing me from owning you. So from here on out…" His smile became wide, "you are my slave~"

"L-Look, we can talk this through-"Makima started, unable to stop her anger from rising to the surface.

"No. No more talking," Denji said as he slipped the gag back over Makima's mouth, even as she tried to bite him. "You're not using your pretty voice on me." She tried to protest but couldn't get a word out before she was muffled again. "I won't let you try and manipulate me any further with your sweet voice, which I'm sure you've done to plenty of other people." Makima thrashed against her bonds which she was surprised to find she still couldn't break, nor could she get rid of the damn brand on her back.

"Originally, I was going to see if I could collect a bounty off of you," the man continued, shrugging with a smirk. "But there are more fun things I can do with you instead." Makima screamed her protests, but nothing came through the gag. "Oh, by the way… name's Denji. I know your name, so I felt like you should know mine." Makima glared at him coldly in response, and he shrugged again. "Fine."

With that, he grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it the rest of the way off, exposing the girl's thin black bra to his eyes. Her own eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed as she began to thrash and scream. Denji smiled as he reached up and gently placed his hands over her breasts, giving them a squeeze. Her body jolted in response, and he tilted his head back and sighed as his hands sunk into the bra. "You know, I never thought I'd get to do this. After I inherited my father's debt, I thought my life was over." His fingers slid across both her fabric and the exposed skin of her cleavage, leaving trails of heat along her breasts. "I never thought I'd get to go on a date with a girl, touch her, have sex…" Makima found herself trembling not only at his words. Rather, the hunger she sensed underneath them. But it wasn't out of fear; rather out of anger that he viewed her as nothing more than food, something for him to consume. "But now…I have you all to myself." He gave both breasts a hearty squeeze. Makima's body twisting in response to the stimulation before he finally let go, and she gasped out a breath, panting. Nobody had ever touched her there like that before, and she hated how her body was responding.

But it only got worse as Denji walked over to a corner of the room before returning with a pair of scissors. She wasn't sure what to think at first before he leaned in and began unbuttoning her pants. She tried to kick at him, but with her ankles bound, it was a pointless endeavor. He unzipped and started taking the scissors to them since getting the pants around the bonds would be impossible. Makima continued thrashing around to try and make it difficult, but he held her pants in place as the blades cut through them. It took a bit of effort given that the scissors seemed somewhat dull. But eventually, more and more of the girl's lacy black panties came into view before they were finally cut off her body and tossed aside. Once her socks and shoes were removed as well, the girl was clad in only underwear. Resulting in what was perhaps the most humiliating experience of the girl's life, further fueling her rage.

Denji walked around and gently pressed his fingers against the brand on Makima's back, making the girl wince at the following burn. "You know Pochita wasn't the only devil I contracted with. I mentioned that the devil I tracked down a second time had a bargain I couldn't refuse." Makima didn't want to listen, so she kept fighting. All the while wondering why her devil powers wouldn't work no matter what she tried.

"He told me that he wanted nothing more than to see one of his rivals humiliated, to have them brought to their absolute lowest. He told me that if I did as he said, I could do whatever I wanted with the devil. Normally, I would've turned it down. That is until he mentioned that his rival, the control devil, was a beautiful woman with some nice tits."

Makima froze at the mention of the control devil. A small wave of panic struck her body anew, hitting her like harsh waves upon the beach. Someone had been out to get her and seemingly had confidence that they'd be able to succeed…and that worried her. As angry as she was, that worry took root in her brain, making her unsure for one of the few times in her life.

And that made it all the more frustrating.

Thankfully, she didn't have to think about what his words meant for long before Denji pressed down on the brand. Making Makima cry out in pain. "The result was this, a brand that allows me to have near complete control over you. Allowing me to dampen your powers whenever I wish." Makima looked over her shoulder to stare at him in complete shock.

She barely noticed as he worked to undo her bra. It took him several seconds to unclip it and use the scissors to finish taking it off. Tossing the article aside as her bare breasts felt the gentle tug of gravity. However, they were perky enough to mostly stay aloft. Along with them went her panties, cut off with a single snip and thrown aside, leaving her nude before the man. What made it even worse was she was shaved bare, something she liked to do for the sense of control and beauty it gave her. And now this bastard was seeing her in a way no man ever should. And the way his eyes roamed over her body as he licked his lips, she wanted to claw his eyes out.

Denji undid the chains around her ankles as well as the ones from the ceiling, making her drop to the floor. As soon as she landed, she attempted to attack Denji. But her hands felt like they struck an invisible wall inches from his face, and she stopped, unable to move. She tried to pull her hands back, but it was like something had frozen her hands at that point in space. Denji smiled.

"You can't hurt me unless I order you to," he explained as he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back. Wrapping a fresh rope around them instead of the chains from before, and she could do nothing to stop him. She hadn't even made a noise since he'd told her what her fate would be. Makima wouldn't have called it acceptance but rather an inability to find a way out. After what just happened, she was sure if she tried to run, she would likely freeze the same way her hands did. So she was utterly powerless as he pushed her over to a table and bent her over. Her ass pointed towards him as her modest breasts pressed against the cold wood. She felt one of his hands caressing her ass gently, giving it a nice squeeze every once in a while. Such an act would've seemed beautiful if it had come from a lover or someone close. However, from him, the touch felt vile, even as her body responded with a feeling of arousal.

She heard shuffling and the unzipping of something behind her, which should've indicated what would happen. Perhaps it was a sort of denial that she didn't realize what Denji was doing until she felt something hard press against her butt cheek. She glanced back, and her body went deathly still as she saw his pants around his ankles, his cock touching her ass. She tried to move, to get away, as unabashed rage filled her body. He was going to do this! He was going to rob her of her purity in a way that no one ever should! He seemed to own her, but that wasn't right! She was a devil, she didn't belong to anyone, and especially not to someone like him! Yet even as she tried, she couldn't seem to move more than light shuffling as she felt his cock rubbing against her smooth ass.

"Haaaa…god that feels incredible!" Denji said as his hard shaft rubbed against the girl's incredible ass. "I can already see how people get addicted to this!"

Makima finally tried to speak, but of course, the gag muffled anything she tried to say, and her captor didn't seem inclined to free her voice as he shifted. He slid his cock between her ass cheeks, the cheeks now cupping his shaft on either side. A deep rumbling occurred within her as her pussy reacted in kind, her lips becoming damp from the stimulation, even as she feared what was coming.

"Enough teasing," Denji finally said as he pressed his tip against her asshole. The rage increased. So did a brief panic as she tried to tell him to stop, that he needed to loosen her up first, that to go in now would be-

He plunged himself inside.

Intense pain, like the feeling she was being torn apart, ripped through her body as a scream escaped her lips. It was pain unlike anything she'd felt before. He slammed as much of his length inside her as he could before he stood still. Trembling in his pleasure as her inner walls clenched him so tight; it almost hurt. Tears filled the girl's eyes from the pain, something that surprised even her.

And as he began to thrust, the pain only grew stronger. She felt blinding pain blasting through her core as he relentlessly began sliding in and out of her. Never burying his entire length inside her, but still enough for her to feel every single inch. Her arousal was mostly gone now as the pain overloaded it, even as the initial intensity was fading a bit.

And so Denji slowly settled into a rhythm as he moaned. Plowing into the girl's asshole with reckless abandon over and over as her body felt like shriveling up. He even grabbed her ponytail and yanked it. Sending minor bolts of pain through her head as he used it as leverage to continue. She could do nothing but take it as her body jerked with every thrust, rubbing her chest into the wooden table. For a brief moment, the concern of possible splinters arose in the back of her mind. It was such an inane thought that it almost made her laugh if she wasn't busy reeling from the pain she still felt, however lessened it had become. The pain in her head didn't help either.

So Denji kept at it, moving in and out. Slowly increasing in speed as he caressed her ass. Squeezing it, tapping it, pressing it, and even smacking it here and there. All while continuing to use her ponytail as leverage and a way to further increase her pain. Yanking it hard every once in a while to get a wince out of her. Every smack to her butt left it jiggling, and between his groans and moans. The man had the gall to laugh as she felt the constant agony of his cock inside her tight hole.

Mercifully, he began to slow down, his thrusts staying at the same strength but decreasing in speed. His groans became deeper as he slammed in a few more times before plunging as much of himself in as he could and came. She felt his cum fill her asshole instantly. Practically shoot out of the sides and dripping onto the floor.

When he finally finished, he pulled out, and she breathed a sigh of relief as her hair was freed. Her asshole now felt stretched, but the main part of the pain was finally gone. She barely registered as he flipped her onto her back, her breasts bouncing with the action. Her clarity quickly returned as she once again felt the hardness, but this time against her pussy. She looked down to find him already hard again and currently grinding against her lower lips. She tried to ask how the hell he was already hard again, but her voice was still muffled, and he smirked.

"You're just that hot, I guess," he said, answering the question she hadn't been able to ask. "And this is something I've wanted to do for a long time anyway, even if not with you specifically."

Makima frantically shook her head. She didn't want to lose something so precious to a bastard like him. While you could say she already lost it when he fucked her ass, with the pussy it was something different. It was clear he wasn't going to listen as he continued grinding his hips against hers. He busied himself briefly until he finally pushed his head against her lips. They were still slightly damp from earlier, immediately coating his head in her juices. She continued shaking her head, trying desperately to sit up, but couldn't move her body. She was still powerless, even though she knew deep down it would be the case to be shown. It filled her with an intense dread and a mix of rage, despair, and denial as he took a deep breath and pushed into her.

It felt similar to when he went into her ass, yet slightly different. The pain was less intense but still enough that she felt the tears return to her eyes. However, part of that was because of the despair of losing her virginity to this stranger in such a situation out of her control.

He slid his entire length inside before sliding out and plowing into her again. He leaned forward and grabbed her breasts again. This time, with nothing between their skin to suppress it. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. He squeezed her breasts with an intensity that sent fire through her body. Her lips became wetter, which only helped Denji more easily slide his cock in and out. His groans joined her increasingly loud moans as he slowly increased in both speed and intensity. He flicked and rubbed her nipples. Sending more pleasure through her veins as her body began to buck. Bringing her hips up to him as her body craved more, even as her mind wanted him to stop. Her entire body was at war with itself as his balls slapped her frame.

"Fuck…" he gasped. "So…good…nnnng…" His pounding rattled her every nerve as he pinched her nipples and twisted them. Sending jolts through her form as her back lifted, met with a moan that felt like it shook the entire shack. Denji was already beginning to slow down. The pressure built up in Makima's pelvis, growing more and more intense with every passing second.

"You know…eventually…I do plan to kill you."

Makima felt her body freeze at those words as she tried to twist her head to look at him, but he just kept continuing on with his brutal actions, still panting.

"I don't know when… But for now…I think I can be satisfied with this. "To have fun with you…for as long as I can…" He groaned. Makima felt dread settle down her spine. It lessened the anger she'd had for the past few minutes.

"I-I'm gonna…mmm…!" the man finally gasped after what felt like forever, and as he plunged his cock into her one last time, he erupted. His cum filled her womb from top to bottom as her own climax met his. Her juices exploded out alongside his sperm. Mixing on the ground in a horrific concoction. They both released everything they had into one another until both collapsed, panting and out of breath. Makima felt dizzy as the world seemed to swim. Several minutes passed as she worked to recover and regain herself even in a situation she truly couldn't. But after those minutes passed, she could feel it against herself again. The hardness. She looked down at him and found him smirking at her. He was still breathing heavily but was somehow already ready for her again.

It was then that she knew she would be in for a long, horrible ride.

And she was correct. The night went on, the daylight outside fading as he plowed into her from several different positions. Groping her, touching her, and molesting her until she gave up, and as her body became his, her mind drifted. She eventually went unconscious, sinking into what felt like an endless sea of darkness. Her only escape from the new hell she'd been thrown into without any ounce of hope of freedom.