The Terror of Option Chapter 2884 2884: Ren Yamashiro - Arrested!

Court Transfer Report from Mato District Military Court to Internal Affairs Division Dept. Of Corrections, Case: # 00109 – The Military District of Mato v. Commander Ren Yamashiro

Na: Ren Yamashiro

Age: 28 (78 Post-Mato Ergence)

Eyes: Violet

Hair: Black

Height: 162cm

Inmate #: 00103

Date of Admission: 9/19/78 P.M.E.

Charges: Aggravated Sexual Assault, Resisting Arrest, Contempt of Court

Sentence: Imdiate dishonorable discharge, stripped of all rank. Life in Prison, with possible ability to apply for Parole Board Review after 40 Years served.

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At exactly 11:29 AM on 9/10/78, the defendant (Ren Yamashiro, Mato Defense Corps Commander, Tenth Division Chief) entered the primary conference room of Mato Defense Corps Headquarters. At 11:30 AM, the victim (Bell Tsukiyono, Third Division Chief) entered that sa conference room for a scheduled eting with the Commander-in-Chief. One minute later, the defendant was recorded by the conference room's security caras making sexual advances on the victim, which were explicitly declined. The defendant was then recorded forcing herself on the victim, despite explicit lack of consent from Chief Tsukiyono. At 11:35 AM, the victim fled the conference room. At 11:36 AM, the defendant was recorded by headquarters security returning to her living quarters, outside base surveillance.

Chief Tsukiyono contacted the Internal Affairs Division, and an investigation was imdiately opened, led by Chief Yuuki Wakura. Surveillance records were requested from Tenth Division Security and willingly provided, showing the events in the conference room as the victim described. Formal charges were applied to Commander Yamashiro for aggravated sexual assault on 9/10/78, and she was taken into custody by the Internal Affairs Division at 2:00 PM. During her arrest, the defendant refused to comply with the officer carrying out the assignnt and attempted to physically harm them. A formal charge for resisting arrest was applied, and Commander Yamashiro was transported to the District Jail complex of the Mato Military Won's Penitentiary to await her court martial.

During the court proceedings (9/14/78 – 9/19/78), the trial counsel brought forward witnesses and evidence that showcased that the defendant had ans, motive, and opportunity to commit aggravated sexual assault against the victim. The defendant, on multiple occasions, acted improper towards the trial counsel, witnesses, and the judges, leading to a formal charge of contempt of court. At the end of the proceedings, the panel of judges, with a unanimous 9-0 vote, found the defendant guilty on all charges.

The defendant, Commander Ren Yamashiro, was dishonorably discharged from service and stripped of all rank. She was also sentenced to life in prison for aggravated sexual assault, resisting arrest, and contempt of court by Chief Judge Sasha Kusakabe, with a possibility for parole after having served 40 years of her sentence. Afterward, Ms. Yamashiro was transferred to the custody of the Mato Defense Corps Internal Affairs Division to be processed as an inmate and begin her sentence at the Mato Military Won's Penitentiary.

Rin Takamura

Court Clerk for Mato District Military Court

9/10/78, 1:59 PM

Ren Yamashiro, Supre Commander of the Mato Defense Corps, Chief of the Tenth Division, had lately found herself suprely vexed.

Many little things contributed to her cantankerous mood, not just Chief Yakumo submitting yet another application to transfer into the Internal Affairs Division. Her dogs had been on unusually bad behavior for the last few days, leaving her living quarters to run amok through the rest of HQ. The latest incident caused the commander to miss a eting with Bell to get them back in order. She'd have to discipline her sweet puppies with no treats that night, and it never felt good to deprive herself of giving them belly rubs. She was more torn about Bell leaving after she didn't show up at the eting at the scheduled ti. On one hand, it showed that the Chief of the Third Division truly was becoming more assertive since the incident in Shangri-La. On the other hand, she should have known better than to not simply wait for Ren to arrive. If sothing had required the attention of Life's Apex, then it was worth waiting for her to finish handling it.

But the core reason for Ren's constant state of annoyance as of late lay on her desk. The latest reports from the research squad of the Internal Affairs Division detailed the progress of their investigation into the Mato Military Won's Penitentiary and its still mysterious abilities. They were talking about so new experints about the acceleration of inmates' gestation periods or the safety of the conscription process due to the prison's peach blessing, or sothing. But all the commander's eyes could focus on was the signature at the bottom.

Yuuki Wakura, Warden of Mato Military Won's Penitentiary and Chief of the Internal Affairs Division.

Ren had been quite vocal from the start that, under her esteed leadership, the Mato Defense Corps didn't need an Internal Affairs Division. Her close relationship with the pri minister and several other important governntal figures was tested by their insistence to the contrary after the public outcry following the Battle of Yokohama and later the attack of The Devotees. They'd eventually ordered her—ordered her—to create the squad. Too patriotic to directly disobey a direct command, the proud, godlike soldier had settled on promoting Yuuki Wakura to be the new division's chief, knowing the battalion would be handicapped with him in charge. After all, without Kyouka to give him strength with her slave powers, how was a man without a peach blessing supposed to arrest highly trained rogue corps mbers with powerful abilities?

Unfortunately, the Onmyou Agency had outmaneuvered her plot with their peach blessing prison and their 'Mato Apple'. Not that it did them any good since Yuuki Wakura arrested most of them right after he incarcerated Chief Tenka Izumo for murder! The sheer novelty of a man holding such power in the Mato Defense Corps, let alone capturing a woman as powerful as the Sixth's Division's forr chief, had netted Yuuki the undivided attention of the press and public, the Internal Affairs Division touted by the pri minister and her allies as an unprecedented success for law and order.

It was infuriating! Ever since Ren had t Yuuki, that disobedient mutt just kept flipping all she knew upside down! Sotis it was helpful like when he and Kyouka helped Bell start to grow into herself or when she'd been inspired to improve Vairocana for the first ti ever to crush the coercion of the slave rewards. But most of the ti, it was insufferable! She stood above him, yet he and those cursed rewards of his constantly deaned her and defied her efforts to make him her dog!

She was The Ren Yamashiro! Not even the gods could defeat her! Hell, that shapeshifting one that'd been killed during the Shangri-La battle had even tried to imitate her, to no avail! Not even a deity could match her radiant presence!

So why was this cute, adorably doglike man always able to humiliate her?! This beast who'd disrobed her and rubbed her all over as if she was his pet, and then had the gall to show her pity by not letting the chiefs see her in such a state. No one had ever shown her such kindness because she'd never needed it, never needed it before he ca along and left her spiraling in his debt, unable to discipline him for the embarrassnt he'd dealt her. Her pride would be avenged!

No matter how confused her heart remained.

The commander was roused from her internal ranting as a familiar teleportation portal opened in the middle of her office. Two figures erged from the gateway of A-no-Mitori, a male in a dashing military police uniform and a collared woman in handcuffs and a skintight orange inmate jumpsuit. Ren sneered at the bright lights projecting the convict's prison registry information from her black tal convict collar.

Na: Izumo, Tenka

Forr Rank: Chief – Sixth Division

Age: 25

Inmate ID: 00001

Cris Convicted: Murder, Treason, Contempt of Court

Sentence: Life in Prison (No Parole)

Another reason Yuuki Wakura was so infuriating! Tenka had been one of the chiefs that Ren had respected most. The two were alike in many ways (though Ren was naturally superior), both top of their class honor students who'd excelled in every task ever given to them, gained suitable peach blessings, and then risen through the ranks of the Mato Defense Corps due to diligence and ruthless competence. But now, because Kyouka's slave had sohow bewitched the sensible woman, she was now a disgusting convicted murderer with her arresting officer's baby growing in her pregnant belly, dood to spend the rest of her life as a breeding slave for the corps.

Well, breeding slave and pack mule. Recent investigation into Mato Military Prison's peach blessing revealed that its negation of others' peach blessings and reduction to their strength could be temporarily lifted when taking part in official duties while serving as lawful conscripts. According to the research division, once they were creampied with Wakura's cum in their cunts, they wouldn't be able to use their abilities to try to escape no matter how hard they tried. The specifics were still being looked into, but it seed to be a restriction similar to the rewards of Kyouka's slave blessing. Still, for the mont, only inmates with good behavioral records were being permitted to join the conscription program, with Tenka sending them out as reinforcents whenever a call for aid against Shuuki ca in. Early reports said they fought just as hard as regular corps mbers, if not harder due to the chemical boost they received from the promise of being fucked if they perford well. Apparently, the warden's sen was supernaturally addictive or sothing ridiculous like that.

As commander and Ren Yamashiro, Ren had the privilege to sit when her subordinate entered her office, but her vexation had left her with so much spare energy rattling around that she deed to stand. She was a benevolent commander and she saw no reason not to bless an effective (if irritatingly so) subordinate with a full view of her personage.

Her black high heel boots, calf-high instead of the thigh-highs of the standard corps uniform, stalked atop the fine carpet of her office as she stepped around her desk to show off her full, resplendent visage. Pitch-black tights clung close to her toned, lascivious legs, the perfect curves of her muscles tantalizing as they ascended into her shorts. Her official Mato Defense Corps uniform showed off her blinding imperious majesty, her magnificent, buxom chest pressing up against her black and gold commander's jacket from beneath her button-up dress shirt. Completing the ensemble was her spotless white gloves and cape, accessories that no other woman in the corps was allowed to wear, symbolizing Ren's purity as the peak of all races.

Human, god, or shuuki, none could match her strength and none could rival her beauty! Yuuki Wakura wouldn't be able to tear his eyes off her! He'd be drooling like a mutt in seconds! On his knees before her at last!

"Well done, 00001," Yuuki said to Tenka, stern but warm, completely missing the commander standing up. He pulled out a chair from one of the office's tables and placed it under the curvaceous convicted criminal. "Remain seated until given additional orders."

"Thank you, warden," the blonde inmate genuflected, the handcuffed woman planting her rump down into the commander's chair without her permission. Only the convict's pregnancy convinced Ren to have rcy on her and her master's impropriety. "Happy to serve my ti, sir."

"Good," Yuuki nodded. "You have permission to indulge yourself when viewing the operation."

"Oh, thank you, warden!" Tenka bead, imdiately reaching for her orange jumpsuit's zipper. The blonde felon jiggled her round breasts side to side as she unveiled them to the air. "Truly, you are a most generous jailer, sir—"

"Ahem," Ren interrupted, a serene smile on her authoritative face as she internally boiled at her subordinate's audacity. To ignore her when she was being so generous? "Chief Wakura, the next ti you arrive for one of our etings, leave the criminal slut outside my office."

Yuuki frowned at her, his expression filled with far more disgust that anyone had ever dared direct towards Life's Apex. Ren's blood burned at the impudence of this dog, but she also recognized that it was strangely out of character. Wakura had always been Kyouka's loyal slave and thus paid due respect to the commander as his mistress' superior. He usually kept a neutral expression when interacting with her, filling it with determination when speaking on behalf of a comrade. Such behavior had been the norm even after she'd made him Chief of Internal Affairs and he'd eaten the Mato Apple.

He could be defiant at tis, but never so revolted at the sight of her. Which was only natural, as who could look upon Ren Yamashiro and feel revulsion? Even her enemies were blessed to behold her enchanting effulgence before they died.

"I actually arrived here earlier, commander," Yuuki revealed, a stoney resolve in his voice. "Bell called here. She told what you did to her. The security tapes confird it. How could you?"

"How could I?" Ren sneered. "Chief Wakura, I have more important things to do than explain myself to you."

Did Bell really go crying Yuuki just because Ren had missed a eting with her? Perhaps she hadn't made as much progress during her training with the Seventh Division as the commander had thought. Perhaps she needed to go back to giving her cute little friend so of their personal training. That adorable bum of hers was going to be red like an apple once Earth's Answer was through spanking it.

"Believe , I've done much worse to Bell than this," the military woman shrugged. "She'll get over it."

For so reason, that statent made Yuuki's face warp with livid fury. She never knew the housekeeper cared so much about punctuality. Even Tenka scowled, though one look at her jailer made her beaming smile return, her handcuffed wrists reaching for her groin now that her orange prison jumpsuit was fully unzipped.

"If we're done here, Chief Wakura, I have other business to attend to," Ren waved him off, turning away from her subordinate just as he reached into his belt for a pair of jingling handcuffs. Perhaps Tenka needed to be double restrained? "If Bell's really so torn up, we can always re… schedule…"

Ren had never gotten sick before. She always made sure to take perfect care of her body. But as soon as she turned towards her desk, a wooziness fell over her, a sensation that she imagined was like having a cold, at least how her peers had described it to her. She felt her body's strength waylaid, and reached for Vairocana inside of her, ready to call out her mandalas and use her Ability Negation to nullify this obvious enemy attack.

But for the first ti ever, Variocana did not heed her call. And she was caught completely unaware by just which enemy attacked her.

"Oof!" she exclaid, Yuuki bursting forward and grabbing hold of the commander's hard, muscular arms, her regal waist jamd up against the side of her desk. "What is the aning of this!? I will see you court-martialed for this, Wakura! Unhand this instant—Eep!"

The beautiful soldier squealed as she was viciously bent over and slamd down onto her desk. Her firm, buxom breasts smushed down against her paperwork, the voluptuous military woman thrashing and protesting as her subordinate overpowered her. The regal commander yelped as her arms were painfully twisted behind her back, her eyes widening in horror as chainlinks jingled above her. The struggling vixen gasped and kicked as tal bracelets wrapped around her elegant white gloves, the handcuffs locking tight around the gorgeous officer's wrists with a pair of sharp, succinct clicks.

"Ren Yamashiro! You're under arrest for aggravated sexual assault!" Yuuki Wakura barked, digging his elbow into the back of Ren's spine to pin the shapely beauty beneath him. "Under the Anti-Demon Corps bylaws, your commission and rights as a human being are hereby suspended for the duration of your incarceration. Any further opposition to being taken into custody will result in a resisting arrest charge being filed. Do you understand your situation, Ms. Yamashiro?"

"That's Commander Yamashiro to you—Gaugk!" Ren yelled, only for a gasping grunt to interrupt her as Yuuki's elbow dug deeper into her shoulder blades, her sensuous legs spasming as the pain sizzled down her spine like a shock. Her high heel boots kicked and stamped as the disobedient dog pinned her down, but in her current state, her strength was not sufficient. How long had it been since she'd felt such pain, any pain? How long had it been since she'd been powerless? "What is this ridiculous—Rugh!—malarkey!? Aggravated—Aagh!—sexual assault? You think such a preposterous falsehood can stand up in court—Tttmmmm!"

The curvaceous commander's coarse cries were cut off as a bright red ballgag was smashed between her lips. Fury stretched her violet eyes as she bit and snarled against the new restraint, her spit spraying against the shiny scarlet sphere. The gorgeous girl greater than the gods thrashed against the grip of the beast pinning her down, but she proved powerless as the gag's black leather straps were buckled tight around her gleaming black hair.

Just as powerless as when the red leather belt of her uniform was unbuckled from around her waist.

"Resisting arrest is not helping your case, commander," Yuuki warned, yanking his regal captive's shorts down her long lascivious legs. His hard-earned strength kept the handcuffed Ren bent over her desk despite her incessant struggles, allowing him to use a knife to slice open a small slit in her military woman's sensual tights. "I guess I was a fool for thinking a rapist cunt like you wouldn't need to be fully disciplined."

"Im naht ah raapihst!" Ren snarled, sucking down on her bright red ballgag as she tried to bite through its black leather straps. The sound of the unruly dog's fly unzipping sent her spit flying as she chomped even faster, like a rabid bitch desperate to be free from her muzzle. Yet, it did nothing to break through her gag and it did nothing to stop her panties from being yanked down her thick thighs or a plump, bulbous tip from behind pressing against the petal of her quim. Tears of fear pricked the eyes of Life's Apex, the beautiful soldier's face burning a deep, terrified crimson as Yuuki gripped her white gloved wrists like reins. "Yuukee, stahp! Plehse! Plehse! Im ihnnoocehnt—Aaahh!!!"

The domineering commander screeched as her arresting officer plunged his thick, bulging cock into the goddess' sacred quim. The military woman's buxom breasts shoved against her tight, respectable uniform as she was reared up into the air by her handcuffed arms. Only for them to be smashed back into Ren's desk as Wakura's entire, sculpted weight fell onto the busty officer's back. The policeman's pelvis clapped around the divine da's bountiful derriere, the gagged beauty squeaking as her juicy cheeks jiggled in her skintight black tights.

"Eep! Eep! Oh! Ah! Eeee!" Earth's Answer hollered, her head shaking as her pussy was plugged full of Yuuki's potent aty piledriver. The curvy commander cried out as she desperately yanked at her chains, but her handcuffs held firm around her wrists as her cunt was carved apart. Her velvet walls, a sacred cavern that n and won across the world had dread of plundering, clenched and squeezed around the sacrilegious spear. Her salacious honey was stoked out with each stirring stab, the voluptuous military woman wling as her insides ekly milked the at of the man who had arrested her.

"Oh yeeesss! Carve her up, Chief Wakura!" Tenka moaned, the convicted chief's legs spread wide as her handcuffed fingers played with her clit and dug through her pussy. Her blue eyes were hazy with lust as she watched Yuuki fuck Ren like a beast in heat, the collared inmate's prison jumpsuit stretched over her pregnant form as her petals sprayed the commander's office with cum. "Collar that rapist cunt of a commander! Cum in her criminal womb! Pound that perfect prison pussy and knock her up!"

Ren whimpered, the great Commander Yamashiro lowering herself to look up at the man who was breaking her and beg with tearful violet eyes. "Noh, plehse! Yuukee, plehse dohnt chum ihnsiide e. Dohnt knahck e uh—uuuuuuuhhhpppppppp!!!!"

The handcuffed woman squealed as her arresting officer rcilessly kicked her legs apart and plowed her regal pussy down to its core. The muscular mistress of the Mato Defense Corps shuddered with ecstasy as a thunderous orgasm ripped through her divine senses, the wealthy, respected, woman reduced to squirming like a bitch in heat as her pussy rippled around the throbbing dick impaling her with scalding heat. The unstoppable criminal cunt flooded herself with her womanly nectar, squeaking into her ballgag as Yuuki Wakura pressed her down into her paperwork and withdrew himself to the edge of her tunnel, preparing for his finishing blow as he fondled his commanding officer's succulent asscheeks.

With one final rciless plunge, the Chief of Internal Affairs stuffed the gorgeous commander full of his throbbing manat and erupted inside his dignified superior. The great Ren Yamashiro scread with euphoria as a volcanic heat bulldozed through her pussy, the arrested vixen spasming in her handcuffs as her own body betrayed her and milked her captor's cock of every drop of molten cream it could get. Thick streams of burning cum shot through the deified woman's quim, the voluptuous military queen of Mato held down like a whore as she was pumped full of rich sen sludge. The prideful bombshell was bred from behind as she sobbed into her bright red ballgag, her tears raining over her paperwork as the professional soldier had a baby pounded into her.

The man who'd signed those tear-stained reports clutched her shapely babymaker hips hard as his seed seeped through her womb. Yuuki glared down at the crying Ren, grinding his ballsack against the commander's perfect pillowy ass as his creampie oozed out of her slit.

"Go retrieve a full restraint complint from the armory and co right back here, 00001," the military policeman ordered his convict secretary. The sweaty blonde glanced up from where she collapsed in her chair, the nectar of her masturbation leaking down the busty criminal's thighs. "We're not taking any chances with the commander."

Tenka lovingly smiled. "By your command, Warden Wakura."

The buxom felon disappeared into a portal of A-no-Mitori. Leaving a crying, red-faced Ren alone with her humiliation and the beast that had caused it.

"Yuukey… Wahkerrah…" she sniffled and growled, just as she had after the first ti he'd humiliated her, after she'd been forced to 'reward' him after ordering Kyouka to lend his Slave Form to her. Back then, she'd destroyed a mountain in her impotent rage. But this ti, she was lashed in handcuffs, her almighty peach blessing sealed. She was utterly powerless.

Ren wasn't used to being powerless. Growing up, she'd excelled in every academic endeavor and sporting competition she'd set her mind to, achieved triumph whenever she'd applied herself. Gaining Vairocana as her peach blessing had been confirmation from the universe that she was truly Life's Apex, that none could look down on the perfection that was her, Ren Yamashiro. But now, Yuuki Wakura wasn't even looking at her, casually snapping blue latex gloves over his hands with a sneer on his usually friendly, doglike face.

This… this wasn't how it was supposed to be! This just wasn't how life worked! She was to be praised, idolized, and feared, not accused of raping her best friend! She was the Commander-In-Chief of the Mato Defense Corps! She was not supposed to be arrested and handcuffed like so criminal slut, fucked like a whore over her own desk, in her own office! She… she… she…

She didn't do it.

"I dihdnt duu iht! I dihd naht duu iht!" Ren raged through her saliva-soaked ballgag, glaring at Yuuki Wakura as he spread her bountiful buttcheeks, his creampie gushing down her long, sensual legs. Even now she could not lower herself to beg the beast, even as she cried out with fury and sorrow for him to acknowledge her innocence.

Instead, all he said was, "You will feel so pressure."

Ren squeaked as his latex covered finger pushed through her sphiucter, the dark-haired beauty biting down her on her wet ballgag as the smooth digit dug through her anus. The proud commander had never found any of her past lovers worthy of the heavenly reward that was her backdoor. Thus, her high heel boots chittered against the carpet as this breeding beast violated her snug virgin asshole, the stately bombshell twitching as sensation plugged up her bowels.

"No contraband so far," Yuuki comnted with a bitter smolder. "Still, you better get used to cavity searches, Ms. Yamashiro. We put sex offenders through them even more often than the other inmates. Maybe you'll appreciated the irony in that considering what you put Bell through."

What did she put Bell through!? How could she get caught on cara doing sothing to the Chief of the Third Division when she'd missed their only eting for the day?! Why would her best friend lie to the Chief of Internal Affairs that Ren had raped her?!? Nothing about this made sense! Why was she being called a criminal?! As soon as she spoke with her lawyer and contacted the pri minister to get this sorted out, she would make whoever was responsible for horrific humiliation pay!

But that was for the future. In the mont, Tenka returned with the full complent of restraints. Along with a few extra special ones that Yuuki's sister and prison guard sergeant had sent along, and the news that an Internal Affairs police van awaited outside HQ.

Ren flinched as an extra pair of handcuffs were latched around her elbows, their chanisms clicking into place as her arms were tightly locked behind her back. The commander wled as her toned, bombshell legs were snapped back together, heavy tal leg irons clamped around her sleek high-heel boots. The steel manacles squeezed into her skin through her firm military boots, her thighs buckling together as a black leather police hobble belt was wrapped around her knees and buckled taut.

Yuuki grabbed the regal military woman's hair and yanked her up by her dark locks. Once the commander was upright, Tenka approached with two long steel chains. Ren snarled as the thick tal links were lashed around her chest, one wrapped above her bust and the other snaked below. They tightened around her breasts, the perfect mammary moons squeezed against her stretching professional uniform. The voluptuous dark-haired vixen squird in her restraints, the steel jingling as the woman who'd always known the freedom of power was denied the freedom of motion.

But the gagged criminal froze as she felt a black tal inmate collar snapped around her throat. The sensation closing around her throat sent her mind reeling back to her second rewards encounter with Yuuki, when despite using Vairocana's full ability cancelling powers, she still found herself putting the dog collar she'd brought for him around her own neck.

"I am naht aa dawg! I am naht aa dawg!" Ren yipped through her slobbery ballgag, glaring her violet eyes at her arresting officer. "Yuu'rr the dawg! Yuu!"

"Yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge," Yuuki rolled his eyes, wrapping a thick black blindfold around the gorgeous demon hunter's tear-filled gaze, tying it off around her shiny black locks. He then attached a leash to her dark steel inmate collar and wrapped it around his right hand, his left hand slinking down to seize her chained-up arms as her head arched back. "00001, go back to your desk until I return to the prison."

"Oh, can I not stay to watch the perp walk, sir?" Tenka purred.

"This operation has no room for error," Yuuki warned. "Any more argunt and you will be disciplined when I return."

Tenka blushed scarlet, the handcuffed convict clutching her prison jumpsuit like a bashful schoolgirl's skirt. "You promise, sir?"

Yuuki twirled the buxom blonde around and spanked her bountiful bum. Tenka moaned with bliss as her buttcheeks bounced in her skintight inmate uniform. The gorgeous felon fluttered her eyelashes at her prison warden before teleporting away with a flirtatious wink.

Ren was blindfolded at the ti, so she didn't know if that was exactly what happened, but she heard the spank and Tenka's coquettish tone. It was revolting. How could such a powerful, professional woman submit to being the secretary sex pet of such an unruly dog? She was already a convicted murderer; she had no excuse not to try to kill him in his sleep! Unless there actually was sothing to that chemical cum addiction nonsense the research division had ntioned in their reports—

"Ooohh!" the chained-up commander squeaked, Chief Wakura gripping her handcuffs and her tights-covered ass. The buxom soldier strained against the tight restraints lashed across her body as she was suddenly shoved forward, marched out of her own office as a dangerous criminal.

Her black leather high heels clacked through the halls of Mato Defense Corps Headquarters, Ren perp walked through her own place of power, in front of her direct subordinates. Tenth Division mbers, those to whom she was chief as well as commander, gasped as the regal officer was taken away in chains. Each shocked exclamation felt like a stab to the lascivious lady's heart as her aura of respect and terror evaporated from her troops, Ginna flat-out fainting in shock.

"They arrested the commander?"

"What do you think she did?"

"That prideful bitch? Probably anything and everything."

"No one could stop her until now. Honestly impressive that Internal Affairs put the bitch in her place."

"Good for Chief Wakura. He's got himself one prized slut to breed behind bars."

Ren snarled. First thing on her list of tasks to do once she beat these bogus charges would be to improve Tenth Division morale. Thoroughly.

Yuuki marched the lustrous apex of life out of her headquarters, the doors to an Internal Affairs Division police van swinging open. Ren squealed as her arresting officer hauled her inside and manhandled her onto her knees. He wrenched the beautiful military officer over to the wall by her leash, her collar choking around her throat as she was tugged.

The Chief of Internal Affairs attached the end of the leash to a latch on the van's wall and smushed his prize right under it. He reached around the voluptuous commander's head and unclasped the straps of her ballgag. Ren spat out the bright red sphere, freed saliva rushing down her chin.

"Let go, Chief Wakura," she commanded. "Let go right now or I swear when I get out, I will put you in that prison—Oouummm!"

Yuuki cut her off by yanking her leash up and jamd his cock between her lips to replace her ballgag. The blindfolded commander squawked as the man who arrested her railed his steel rod through her mouth, his hairy ballsack smashing against her nostrils.

Disturbingly, his musk slled heaty and succulent through her nose, as if she was a bitch who'd grown addicted to her mate's scent. For reasons she didn't understand, Ren started sucking down on her arresting officer's salty, aty pole, the chained-up woman moaning as her tongue lathered her captor's shaft in long, slobbery licks.

The van's engine roared to life, and The Ren Yamashiro was brutally facefacked the entire drive to jail, chains wrapped tight around her voluptuous form.

"Commander Ren Yamashiro! This court martial hereby finds you guilty on all charges!"

"No!" the Ren Yamashiro in question roared, her refined dignity overco by petulant rage. Having already been standing behind the defendant's desk to hear the verdict, the commander slamd her white-gloved hand down into the table. She glared up at the military judge at the head of the nine-woman court martial panel. "These charges are preposterous! This courtroom is a disgrace—Aaahh!"

ZAP! The commander's defense counsel inched away from her client as electricity crackled across the gleaming, spotless skin of Life's Apex. The decorated officer had been allowed to wear her Mato Defense Corps dress uniform to her trial, but her distressed, arrogant outbursts as the court proceedings had not gone her way had led the judge to order a shock collar preemptively placed on her for security purposes. A collar controlled by a remote held by one of the bailiffs.

"Due to the severity of the charges against her, this court hereby orders that Commander Yamashiro receive a dishonorable discharge from service, effective imdiately," the judge commanded, banging her gavel for silence amidst the clamor that'd broken out amongst the courtroom crowd. "The court shall also be citing the defendant for contempt of court. Bailiffs, restrain her."

"I hold this court in contempt because it is contemptable—Aaaaahhh!"

ZAP! Ren's screams filled the courtroom as her shock collar went off again, uniford bailiffs using the chance to approach the gorgeous peach user from behind. The woman with power comparable to a buddha was seized by the court officers, her muscular arms viciously wrenched behind her back. Flashing news caras captured her panicked expression as her elegant white gloves had steel bracelets fastened around them, the regal commander-in-chief locked in handcuffs as a convicted rapist.

"Sentencing will now begin for Inmate 00103 – Ms. Ren Yamashiro," the military judge announced. "As punishnt for her cris, this court hereby sentences the defendant, Ren Yamashiro, to life in prison, with a possibility for parole after having served forty years of her sentence! Bailiffs! Get this criminal slut out of my sight!"

"No!" Ren cried, tears glistening in her violet eyes, the anger and arrogance giving way to youthful begging as she struggled in vain against the bailiffs' grip. Handcuffed and condemned as a convicted felon guilty of the vilest of cris, the hardened commander was hauled down the courtroom's center aisle, the press bombarding her with cara flashes to immortalize her lowest mont. "No, please, I didn't do it! Let go! Please, let go!"

The bailiffs did no such thing, dragging the forr supre commander out of the courtroom as convicted criminal. The doors slamd shut on the gorgeous soldier's court martial, her reputation, and her life as a free woman.

Kuusetsu leaned back on a couch in Yuuki-chan's inner world as the tv embedded in the central apple tree continued to play on. "See, Fukuma? Our first fra job and we take down the most of troubleso demon hunter of them all!"

Her sister God of Thunder, wearing the flesh and form of a palette swapped Ren Yamashiro, rolled her eyes at Kuusetsu's excitent. "With the conscription program up and running, we didn't exactly 'take down' Ren Yamashiro."

"The imprisoned obsoletes can still be weaponized by their captor. Whatever the prison did to that boy's seed and the stuff his peach blessing strap-ons make, it makes their powers stronger once they submit. That teleporter could send a small army wherever its needed now. Which the others will have to deal with," the cute chibi Rairen argued, apparently having gained a lick of sense after his humiliating defeat. "It may be unwise to continue aiding this 'prison' monstrosity—"

"FEED !"

Fukuma and Rairen both clutched their heads and shrieked in agony as a shrill shriek flashed through their minds. Kuusetsu winced in sympathy for her kin, having been disciplined by the system they now served back when she'd first questioned it.

But she was spared such pain now because she didn't see any reason to complain now. Framing Mato Defense Corps mbers and watching Yuuki-chan break them on his huge bitchbreaker cock was fun! And really easy, since, as long as they were working solely in the prison's interests, its powers allowed the gods trapped in Chief Wakura's inner world to exit and teleport almost anywhere. They had perfect control over their spirit forms, able to be as visible, audible, or tangible as they liked at any given mont. With Fukuma and her offshoots' shapeshifting abilities, they just had to study the schedules of their targets and the security asures surrounding them to find a weak point to strike at.

Take Ren Yamashiro, great and powerful Earth's Answer, able to wipe the floor with even the Eight Gods of Thunder in a straight fight. But she loved her dogs, and she was more prideful than even Rairen. Her agitated mood since the Internal Affairs Division was established over her wishes (and Yuuki did not flounder in leading it as she'd hoped) had not gone unnoticed by her subordinates, most of the corps on edge about her simring fury.

So when the Gods had spotted etings with Bell and Yuuki scheduled for the sa day, they'd set the groundwork a week earlier. Fukuma transford into Ren and repeatedly let her dogs out from the commander's living quarters to wreak havoc through the Mato Defense Corps HQ. Thus, when the day of reckoning ca, the real Ren Yamashiro thought nothing was out of the ordinary when Fukuma's offshoots transford into those dogs and led her on a wild goose chase through all the cara blind spots of the compound.

anwhile, Fukuma cancelled out her favorite transformation's palette swap and made sure all the base's security systems saw her walk into the conference room to et with Chief Bell Tsukiyono of the Third Division. The last ti those two had been in the sa room together, the God of Thunder had sliced the ek woman up, trapped her in a card, and stolen her identity.

It might have been preferable compared to what 'Ren-chan' had done to her this ti.

Bell ran off in tears after the 'eting', while Fukuma was totally unconcerned that the incident was caught on cara, as the suprely arrogant Ren Yamashiro would be. She proudly marched back to the commander's living quarters and disappeared once she was off cara. Her offshoots then allowed the real Ren to find her hidden away real dogs, put them back in her living quarters, and then walk back into the base from the sa place her double had walked off from earlier.

Thus, when Life's Apex had attempted to claim her alibi in court, the prosecuting trial counsel had torn her apart with the undeniable evidence that they had her entire day on cara. They had caught her in the act, not to ntion had her DNA recovered from the victim's holes (the prison boosted Fukuma's shapeshifting powers so that her own genetic material beca her target's so long as she was transford). The court martial was such a slaughter that the victim didn't even need to take the stand for a conviction to go through. Which was fortunate, because Bell had been too torn up to see her forr friend after the betrayal after the arrogant and impulsive Ren Yamashiro had decided that her daily anger entitled her to a slice of her cute little Bell-chan's virgin pie.

It was an open and shut case even without the pri minister and many other governnt figures subtly pushing for the commander's conviction behind the scenes. Being able to make use of all the imperious warrior's power as a conscript without having to kowtow to her whims? What politician wouldn't snatch up that opportunity in a heartbeat, especially when they truly thought the most powerful and arrogant demon hunter in the world had just decided that they could rape soone if they felt like it.

Kuusetsu turned back to the apple tree's television just as it switched from live footage to a newsroom, its lower third headline screaming: Ren 'Rapist' Yamashiro Convicted! Mato Defense Corps Commander Sentenced to Life in Prison!

The news anchor discussed the court martial with a visiting journalist, both won singing Yuuki-chan's praises. Even if he was a man, the public had nothing to fear from rogue peach users so long as the Internal Affairs Division was on the job. After all, if Ren Yamashiro and Fubuki Azuma could be arrested and held accountable for their cris, then truly no one was above the law. Interim-Commander Ginna Bizen (at least until the next election) would have all eyes on the ship she ran to see if she was as crooked as her predecessor.

She was probably safe. After all, the prison had made clear to the Gods of Thunder that it was hungry for strong inmates.

They'd have to wait and see if it got full now that the very strongest was within its walls.

-x-X-x-

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty?!

SHE WAS NOT GUILTY!!!

Ren scread with impotent, feral rage as soon as the bailiffs had dragged her out of the courtroom. Tears flew from her eyes as the prideful military commander struggled to regain the composure that'd been slipping from her throughout her court martial. No one had accepted her once hallowed words as the truth, instead believing so technological deception that'd sohow put her on cara sexually assaulting Bell in the chief's conference room. She'd told them the truth that she'd been chasing her dogs! Why had no one believed her? Why did no one believe her?!

The bailiffs hauled the thrashing, handcuffed vixen down to the old holding cells of headquarters, mostly in disuse since the Mato Military Won's Penitentiary had opened up. There, a chained up Tenka waited with her escort for the day, Guard Sergeant Aoba Wakura.

"We'll take her from her, ladies," the humanoid Shuuki smiled, her enhanced strength instantly subduing Ren's struggles when she grabbed hold of the convicted commander. "She give you much trouble?"

"Nothing worse than we expected," one of the uniford won shrugged, tossing the guard sergeant the remote for Ren's inmate collar. "You're gonna want to be liberal with that thing."

"I'm sure," Aoba chuckled. The humanoid Shuuki turned to Ren's glistening red face, licking her lips as tear stains leaked down the buxom criminal's angry cheeks. "Mmmm, that is the look of a guilty rapist bitch who thought she was gonna get away with it."

"I'm not—"

Aoba raised the shock collar remote and Ren's voice fell silent. The elegant innocent officer pursed her lips and ground her teeth together as she trembled with impotent rage. It was clear who had trained Yuuki Wakura into the insatiable beast he was.

"Tenka, one-way ticket to processing," the guard sergeant smirked. "I think my cute little baby bro is going to enjoy this one."

"Of course, ma'am," Tenka curtsied, a pleased, vindictive look flickering over her face as she placed her handcuffed hands on the new prisoner's shoulder.

The power of A-No-Mitori engulfed Ren, Aoba, and Tenka. When they erged, they were in the beast's den.

There was a breath to the walls of Mato Military Won's Prison inmate intake room, as if the stark gray concrete bricks were the lungs of a slumbering behemoth. Even compared to the complex's district jail section that Ren had been housed in since her arrest, the atmosphere was heavy, the air—hot and thick. And it wasn't just because of the squad of guards ard with truncheons that flanked a table filled with a plastic bin, official docunts, an inkpad, and a folded-up prison uniform. No, there was so intrinsic miasma to the penitentiary, a pressure shoving down on the convicted woman's spine, one that hadn't been present when she'd been given an official tour of the facility as Mato Defense Corps Commander.

"Oooo…" Tenka shivered, though with lewdness rather than the terror seeping through Ren. "It's always so wonderful to be brought back in through the intake room. So many wonderful mories."

"Return to your desk, 00001. We will conduct your return to facility strip search later."

Tenka licked her lips and quivered like a schoolgirl as she teleported away. Ren hated that the voice that had spoken had made her want to do only the first part of that action.

Yuuki Wakura marched up to his forr commander from where he'd been setting up a tripod-mounted cara in front of a height chart covered wall. The beast glared down at the woman he believed to be guilty of an unspeakable cri, every inch the stern, imperious warden.

"This can go one of two ways, Ms. Yamashiro," the insolent dog warned. "You can strip. Or you can be stripped."

Aoba grinned, her inhuman fangs glittering under the bright fluorescent lights. The squad of guards flanking the table nacingly smacked their truncheons into their palms.

Ren internally flinched at the clear threat. Then she internally raged because these upstarts should have been no threat to her! She was Ren Yamashiro! They should have been cowering before her radiance, genuflecting to earn even a fraction of her sacred favor! They should have taken her word that she was innocent, not put her in this deaning situation where her eyes kept listing down towards Yuuki Wakura's dick!

… because she wanted to tear it off! She wanted to tear his dick off with her bare hands! Nothing… nothing else.

"I will only say this one more ti, Chief Wakura," Ren growled, grinding her molars against each other. "I. Did not. Rape. Bell."

Aoba squeezed her bicep. Two guards made to stomp over; their batons ready to swing.

Yuuki froze them all with a look. Well, the guards were halted by their discipline. Aoba's grin just widened, excited to see what her little brother had in store the latest uppity strumpet.

The warden took a slow, heavy step closer to the new inmate. Ren clenched her fingers to keep from stepping back as his toned, marble pecs pressed into her uniford chest and the erect nipples beneath the decorated cloth. The last ti soone else had gotten so close to her against her will was when Chief Yakumo had tried to grope her and was subsequently sent to the hospital.

This ti, the ravishing goddess felt her breath growing short, her cheeks burning red, and her loins leaking moisture. She hated it!

"Even if I did believe your word over Bell's and the evidence, which I don't, it's irrelevant at this point. The judges of your court martial have sentenced you to incarceration. My only duty is to carry that punishnt out," Chief Wakura warned her, pulling a pair of blue latex gloves from his belt. "Now, strip. Or be stripped."

Her hands trembled with fury, rattling her cuffs as her vagina quivered with heat. Which in turn just made her anger burn brighter. How dare this barbarous beast demand that she disrobe? How dare he believe that his authority, and musk, and cock, and firm hands perfect for petting could—

She spat in Yuuki's face as much to cut off her raving train of thought as to put him in his place for daring to look down on her. Any following train of thought was cut off when Aoba chucked her into the wall, the concrete sohow cushioning her impact to keep her from being killed.

"How dare you spit on the most wonderful baby brother in the world?!?!!" Aoba roared, kicking Ren in the stomach and then throwing her down to the floor.

The other guards raced in and unleashed the fury of their truncheons. Vairocana's wielder was not used to being struck. Every baton strike and monstrous kick made her gasp in pain, her nerves struggling to process the nascent sensation as it flared through her stomach, legs, and breasts. One nightstick even whacked the edge of her mouth, her glossy pink lip dimd with a bruise.

"Enough," Yuuki commanded, the guards freezing mid-swing. Aoba delivered one more solid kick to Ren's abs before spitting in her face. The warden snapped the blue latex gloves over his hands. "She's chosen how this will go. Follow through."

Aoba grabbed Ren by her shock collar and lifted the forr, bruised commander upright. The so-called apex of life teetered on her high heeled boots; her balance wobbly as her body ached. Still, her violet glare did not lack for wrath as the uniford guards reached for her golden buttons.

They uncuffed her wrists, her arms lacking the energy to move after the shocks, the beating, and the indignity she'd suffered that day. The guards unbuttoned her black and gold dress uniform, yanking the jacket and its attached cape down Ren's arms. They then did the sa with the busty officer's button-up shirt, her lacy silk bra barely containing her mountainous mammaries. The commander sneered at her jailers as they relieved her of her white gloves and unbuckled the belt of her shorts. The form-fitting pants were tugged down the convicted chief's long, sensual legs; yanked off her feet along with her high heel boots.

Ren's violet eyes, misty with furious tears she struggled to keep within, spotted Yuuki watching her disrobent. The bastard affected a cold, ambivalent façade as the guards reached into the waistband of her seductive black tights, rolling the dark garnts down the convicted commander's toned, sultry legs and exposing her creamy muscle to the suffocating pressure of the intake room. And yet he thought he could pretend to be unaffected by her unmatched, radiant beauty? The Ren Yamashiro was held aloft before him in nothing but a collar and black silk underwear! The dog should have been salivating to have the finest steak in heaven, Earth, and Mato before him!

Wait, what was she thinking? She was not a slab of at! She wanted his slab of at—Damnit!

Wha—what was happening to her? The pressure of the prison intake room, the ravenous hunger burning in her loins… was she… was she addicted to Wakura's cum? No. No! That couldn't be! He'd only creampied her once! She couldn't get addicted just from one ti, could she? She hadn't even wanted it! And even if she had, she was Ren Yamashiro! She… she shouldn't have vulnerable to such a squalid thing.

"You will feel so pressure."

"Huh—Oomf," Ren grunted, Yuuki Wakura's blue latex covered digit stabbing up into her pussy. She'd been so wrapped up in her head, that she'd missed the guards yanking her panties down her legs and unclasping her lacy silk bra. The warden had stalked behind her as his minions spread her muscular legs wide and folded her arms behind her head. Once her buttcheeks were pushed apart, her cavity search began.

The gorgeous apex of life had been searched repeatedly since the first ti Chief Wakura's finger had plugged up her asshole back in her office. His gloved finger was no less frigid yet fervent in her moist pussy than it was in her anus, thrusting through Ren's velvet walls as the rapturous soldier's nectar oozed from her folds. Despite the heaty miasma infecting the forr commander and the dull pain still throbbing from her beating, she couldn't help but shiver with pleasure in the grasp of her jailers. The naked soldier petulantly bit her lip to keep from moaning, right where Aoba had struck and spat on her.

"Oh, hohoho? Look at that contraband," the guard sergeant taunted the commander as her brother yanked his finger from her quim and thrust it back into her tight anus. Aoba's nail flicked down and scooped up a stream of clear nectar leaking from the incoming felon's snatch. "Looks like you know just how lucky you are to be my baby brother's criminal slut after all."

Ren growled at the cocky humanoid shuuki, but there was nothing she could do as the latex-covered finger wriggled through her snug asshole. She let out a grunt as Yuuki finally finished her cavity search and removed his gloved hands, swiftly transitioning into patting the convicted commander down. His gloved hands massaged her toned, sensual leg muscles, clasping her thick thighs and shapely calves. His smooth grip then rose up to caress her wide, supermodel hips, before cupping her plump, buxom tits. The restrained soldier wled as each of her breasts were lifted, the succulent, juicy lons bouncing as they were squeezed for contraband.

"Is this… Mmm… through, warden?" Ren grunted, scrunching her nose in disdain (and nothing else!). "What's next? Showers?"

"Showers are for inmates who cooperate, Ms. Yamashiro," Chief Wakura inford her. He nodded to his sister, passing her a block of soap as he and the other guards grabbed the discarded clothes and took them to the bin with the commander's inmate number on it. "Delouse her."

"With pleasure," Aoba licked her lips, holding Ren out farther from her with her super strength. "Naon! Bring in the hose!"

Ren paled. "Hose?"

A tall, curvaceous humanoid shuuki with long, elegant white hair and small horns scattered over her scalp phased through a wall with a fire hydrant hose in hand. Within her grip, the length phased straight through the concrete as she aid the nozzle at Ren.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking—"

WHOOSH! Water rushed from the hose in a ferocious stream, smashing into the busty soldier with as much force as one of the guards' baton smacks. The racing jet splashing against her muscular form, the collared convict helplessly flailing in Aoba's grip. Her dark hair was blown about, her jailer cackling amidst the spray as she smushed her bar of soap into the bombshell felon's tits. Ren's nipples were forced erect and sharp by the frigid water, only to burn at the touch of the delousing shampoo rectangle.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck you!" Ren spat, the dirtiest sentences to ever escape the regal general's mouth. Squinting and squirming to try to keep water out of her eyes, her ebony locks blasted about. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

"Maybe after my baby brother's done with you," Aoba shrugged with an impish smirk. She brushed the delousing soap atop her captive's scalp, the burning shampoo running through the criminal's shiny tresses. "Daughter/Son-maker just doesn't have the sa ring to it as niece/nephew-maker."

"Gah!" Ren roared, her livid wrath mounting as she was washed like an unruly dog. "You are the second most insolent, infuriating Wakura I have ever t!"

"Second?" Aoba remarked, blinking in surprise. "Damn, lil'bro. What'd you do to this rapist cunt? I an, before you arrested her."

"Irrelevant," Yuuki brushed off, signaling Naon to cut the hose's stream. He sauntered over to the table and grabbed the folded orange jumpsuit and black leather high heel boots. "Dry her off and bring her over."

One of the other guards tossed Aoba a towel, the humanoid shuuki snatching it out of the air in the sa movent as she threw the soap bar away. She smirked as the crying, dripping wet Ren, basking in the naked criminal's bloodshot glare. Still holding her aloft by her inmate collar, the guard sergeant vigorously rubbed the commander dry.

When she was done, she finally let Ren's feet touch the ground again, only to shove Earth's Answer towards her brother. The warden pressed the criminal's folded new uniform into her arms when she arrived at the table.

"Get dressed, Ms. Yamashiro," Yuuki commanded.

Naked save for a shock collar, cold, and wet, Ren could not help but shiver at her arresting officer's low, imperious voice. It infuriated her, doubly so for how it lit up her loins to hear it. But beaten, and deaned, and believed to be the vilest of criminals, she couldn't bring her pride to overwhelm her fear.

Instead of spitting in the warden's face again, she unfolded her new outfit and set about dressing herself as a felon. Ren stepped into the jumpsuit's legs, shuddering at the touch of the firm material clenching against her cold, creamy skin. Her austere, ivory beauty was covered up as she lifted the uniform's upper half and slid her toned, muscular arms through its sleeves. The commander took hold of the zipper resting at her groin and zipped up the tight coveralls, her bountiful breasts tightly squeezed by the chest area, her salacious hips emphasized by the tangerine material. Yuuki then handed her the knee-high black leather inmate boots and the beautiful soldier reluctantly stepped into them, her toes helplessly wriggling against their new confines.

Ren looked down at herself and felt like she wanted to puke. To see her radiant majesty trapped in the skintight prison uniform, specifically the orange jumpsuit of a felon sentenced to spend twenty years or more behind bars, was… it was just wrong! It was a paradox that her prideful worldview could not compute. She crushed criminals like the Pilipenko cri family, she wasn't one of them! They were put through humiliations like this because they deserved it, not her! She had only ever acted on behalf of her holand!

Yuuki Wakura seized her wrists while dizziness and nausea still roiled within her, the aches of her earlier beating stinging through her stomach, chest, and face. Her lip trembled with disgust as each of her fingertips were pressed down into the wet, spongy surface of the table's inkpad. Her digits were then brought over to official docunts and pressed down into select areas. From her thumbs to her pinkies, the Ren Yamashiro suffered the indignity of being fingerprinted for her official criminal record.

The warden clicked a button on a remote, her inmate collar's viewscreen lighting up with her prison registry information. Of course, her eyes narrowed as she just read it off the files with her fingerprints, including so extra statistics that weren't in the choker's red lights.

Na: Yamashiro, Ren

Forr Rank: Commander-in-Chief, Chief – Tenth Division

Age: 28

Inmate ID: 00103

Cris Convicted: Aggravated Sexual Assault, Resisting Arrest, Contempt of Court

Sex Offender: Yes

Sentence: Life in Prison

The checkmark in the row next to the sex offender category burned through her tear-filled violet eyes and seared itself into Ren's mind. She was on the edge of crying when Yuuki squeezed her cheeks to force her lips open, scrapping saliva from the inside of her mouth with a cotton swab. The forr commander whimpered as the fuzzy tip stole her DNA, her genetic material just another part of her identity to be stripped from her as she was processed as an official prison inmate. Her jailer passed the swab off to one of his subordinates, the uniford woman swiftly bagging it up and taking it away to catalogue for the new convict's entry on the national sex offender registry.

She—she wanted her dogs. Where were her doggies?! They wouldn't let her see them while she was in jail. Were they alright? Were they being fed properly, disciplined properly? Who was taking care of them? Who would take care of them now that she was… now that she was…

Her frantic thoughts of Kana and Miyabi were cut off as a black Inmate ID slate was suddenly shoved into her arms. She stumbled across the concrete floor as a pair of guards marched her in front of the height chart, its marker adjusted for her high heels to record her 162cm peak. The gorgeous commander sobbed and scowled as she stared straight ahead at the tripod-mounted cara, raising up her ID plaque in front of her buxom chest as it pushed against her skintight orange prison jumpsuit: Inmate 00103 – Yamashiro, Ren.

FLASH! "Turn to your right, inmate. Keep the plaque facing the cara."

FLASH! "Now, turn to your left."

FLASH! And Ren trembled, unable to stop her voluptuous body from shaking as the last of her mugshots were taken. Her mugshots! She was Life's Apex, Earth's Answer! She was an imperious juggernaut who'd been praised by presidents and pri ministers, and yet, tomorrow, every news station on the planet would plastering mugshots of her crying in a skintight orange inmate uniform onto every TV they could. She was the very symbol of the Mato Defense Corps and now the entire world would know her only as a convicted rapist, locked up where she deserved.

She was going to prison. She was in prison. She would never get to play with her dogs again. She would never get to watch cute animal videos with Mira again. She would never get to see Bell-chan again or bathe with her best friend, or ask her why she ever thought she'd hurt her like that.

And it was all his fault.

Yuuki Wakura, that insolent, voracious beast, marched up to her and took her inmate ID plaque, passing it off to his sister. This wretched, handso pup had defad her, humiliated her, defiled her. He had ripped Vairocana from her. He had turned the world that should have worshipped her against her. He had taken control of her own lusts from her since the day she was first made to reward him.

He had made her afraid. He had made her like it.

And she hated it!

For a mont, her thunderous rage burned through her like a shock. For a mont, the monstrous heat and pressure of the intake room lted away. For a mont, she was Ren Yamashiro again, and her palm shrieked up to slap that infuriating dog across his maddeningly handso face.

But then, the heat in her loins blazed, crackling up her spine like a shock. A signal her brain didn't desire sizzled through her nerves, freezing her arm when her hand was re inches from striking the warden's cheek. He'd watched the entire thing with impassive boredom, unconcerned that the goddess he'd detained might strike him. He raised his palm, halting the guards' advance when they'd started charging with their batons again. Aoba rubbed her hands in anticipation.

anwhile, Ren sniffled and sobbed at the undeniable truth. All her pride, all her anger, and without Vairocana, she was as chained to her addiction to Yuuki Wakura's cum as any other criminal slut. And she knew what punishnt awaited a convict that tried to strike a prison official.

"Hands behind your head, 00103," he ordered, not even glancing at her paralyzed slapping hand still frozen right by his face.

Ren could not help but recall her limb, bending it and its twin behind her, the humiliated beauty placing her hands atop her dark locks. She spread her toned, lascivious legs apart, exposing herself to the man who would devour as the pressure of the prison rushed back in to crush her.

Yuuki knelt before her, totally unconcerned as he pulled a set of heavy tal leg irons from his belt. One after the other, the steel shackles were fastened around Ren's black leather inmate boots, the convicted commander nibbling her bottom, bruised lips as the cuffs squeezed her high heels into her skin.

Her fingers clenched in her glossy black hair as Aoba arrived with her own chain, long enough that it had to be for the waist. Indeed, Yuuki rose back to his feet and took the length of tal links from his sister, wrapping it just above Ren's sensual hips. The voluptuous soldier whimpered as the cold steel clenched around her belly, tightened and tightened until they were sealed closed with a padlock. The extra chain was run down her long, muscular legs, padlocked together with the connecting length of her ankle shackles.

"Face the wall, inmate," the warden coldly commanded. "Keep your hands behind your head."

Ren gulped and shuffled around to face the wall, her leg irons and waist chain jangling around her. She was used to walking in high heels from her everyday life, but she was forced to asure her steps with the limited amount of give she had from her restraints. She took careful, restricted steps to make it to the wall, pressing her face and bust against the warm concrete. The room's pressure on her spirit tripled as soon as her cheek touched the coarse stone, as it the prison were alive, and she was a pri al that'd just been cooked and glazed in the finest of spices, touched to its tastebuds at last.

Yuuki stalked up behind her, his breath hot on the convict's creamy, collared neck, a familiar jingle of chainlinks signaling that he'd pulled a familiar restraint from his belt. Ren whimpered as he seized her hands from atop her head and viciously wrenched them behind her back. The curvaceous commander clinched her lips as frigid handcuffs clamped around her wrists, cold steel locking tight around her creamy flesh with a pair of familiar clicks. The regal soldier then heard a third such sound cut the air behind her, a padlock binding the bracelets binding her arms to her waist chain.

Life's Apex, chained up like a hog as the zipper of her new uniform's privates flap was unzipped. Soon enough, her exposed, leaky quim found itself pricked by a domineering bulbous tip, the gorgeous convict gulping as the firm hands of a beast closed tight around her handcuffed wrists. Yuuki leaned into her ear, the warden's warm breath tingling her lobe.

"Inmates are required to recite a confession when they are being disciplined, one that reaffirms their dedication to rehabilitation," her arresting officer inford her, stroking a hand down Ren's curvy side, caressing her waist chain, and planting itself on her supple, sultry hips. "I am told that, through the prison's blessing, it is quite pleasurable—"

"Fuck you, Yuuki Wakura," Ren snarled, clenching her eyelids down on her rushing tears. "Like hell I'm confessing to sothing I didn't do."

Yuuki stared at her for a few seconds, only to let out a tired sigh. "The sad thing is, I'm pretty sure you actually believe that. Despite all the cold hard facts of reality, the cara footage, poor Bell's testimony, you're so fucking prideful that you actually believe you did nothing wrong. Maybe you just snapped from overwork and frustration in the mont, maybe you thought Bell was 'asking for it'. Maybe there's still a scrap of a good person that can be salvaged from your monstrous actions. Sohow, Bell and I both think there might be. But your ego can't warp reality, even if you do let it warp your mories. You did the cri, 'commander'. Now you do the ti."

Ren blinked at a certain part of his speech. "You and Bell said what about—eeeee!!!"

The warden's hands clenched around her wrists and waist, and his gargantuan, beastly cock burrowed into Commander Yamashiro's sopping wet pussy. Ren squealed like a stuffed pig as her face and tits were smashed up against the wall, her vaginal walls plowed apart as hot, bulging dick stampeded through the military queen's sacred cavern. Her nipples smushed against the tight material of her prison jumpsuit, her new uniform vigorously rubbed against the coarse concrete of the intake room.

"Gah! Ah! Gah! Fahck! Fuhck!" the voluptuous vixen of Mato howled, her folds bulldozed apart as her womanly juices were mined from her depths. Every plunge through the handcuffed criminal's quim burned pleasure through her mind, the mory of her prison registry file and the checkmark in the sex offender category tainted by rapturous, unwanted euphoria. Her bouncing, bountiful buttcheeks, still battered and bruised from her beating from the guards' truncheons, were bombarded still by her warden's hard, muscular pelvis, his balls squeezed deeper into her petals with each barbarous thrust. "Fuhck! Fuhck! Yuu—Gah!—key—Yah!—Wahk—Kee!—Kura!"

SMACK!

"Gah!" Ren yelped, biting her bruised lip as the man who'd arrested her spanked her like a schoolgirl. "Yuukey—"

"That's my na, inmate. Which you are no longer allowed to use," the warden threatened. "I'm waiting to hear your na. The woman you were as a free person, the number you are now, and the cris you committed to change one into the other."

"Fuuuuhhhcccckkk yuuuuu!!!!" Ren scread, tears flooding from her eyes as she was repeatedly pounded against the wall of the prison, the clap of her buttcheeks smashed by palms and pelvis reverberating through the intake room. "I'm not so rapist cunt! I'm not a sex offender! Not that you'd know what to do if I, The Ren Yamashiro, really was your criminal slut! A beast like you could never conquer such a queen—Aaaahhhhmmmmmm!"

Yuuki cut off the convicted felon's complaints by chomping into her neck. The woman who'd once been the Mato Defense Force's commander, refined, poised, and elegant no matter the occasion, choked in carnal conflagration as the man who'd thrown her over her own desk and broke her in like a breeding bitch bit into her ivory flesh. Pressure, pain, and an overwhelming sense of pleasure perated through Ren's sensual bombshell form, the collared criminal squirming in her waist chain and handcuffs as she was cleaved apart by her captor's cock and conquered by his cutting teeth.

Ren's thighs quivered, her walls closing in around her arresting officer's bulging dick, squeezing and twisting as her nectar gushed from her folds and flooded the molten rod. Her high heel inmate boots chittered against the floor, her legs desperately trying to spread wider to welco her warden deeper, her womb ready to whelp a litter as his bitch. He bit and kissed his way up the collared commander's pearly throat, the voluptuous woman wailing with ecstasy as he sucked up her skin, claiming her like an animal. The criminal's leg irons rattled between her legs as her defiant mind was sundered with orgasmic euphoria, control seeded to her lustful, bombshell body. There would be no more wishing she was on top or sneers that he should be exalting her for the privilege of her unmatched pussy.

The bitch wanted her cur. She wanted his cream. She wanted his babies.

She whimpered and whined as his dick drilled deeper into her cunt, his aty spear pulverizing her silken petals. His trail of hickeys and bitemarks peppered up her neck and finally reached her chin, the gorgeous convict's face yanked back by a vicious tug to her hair. Ren panted as Yuuki's lips crashed down on her mouth, nibbling and licking at her glossy pink maw before bashing inside her with his tongue.

The voluptuous criminal slut moaned and shivered in her handcuffs, her flailing tongue battered down by the beast's pink fang. The buxom sex offender shuddered and slobbered under her arresting officer's salacious kiss, her waist chain jingling around her waist as she was plowed full of plump prick. Her bountiful butt bounced in her skintight orange prison jumpsuit, only to suddenly still as Yuuki ramd her against the wall and hilted his throbbing dick in her.

"Aaaaahhhmmmmmm!!!!!" Ren Yamashiro moaned, her convicted womb singing as she was pumped full of thick, molten sen. Her pussy walls clawed and clenched at the burning-hot flesh rod stabbing through her cunt, milking her correctional officer for all the seed he had. The beautiful felon was cuffed, collared, and dominated but still she demanded the largest, richest creampie to bloat her body against her tight tangerine lifer uniform. The beast's breeding bitch would have a wealth of cum to whelp her litter, shuddering and spasming as she was stuffed full of salacious seed. "Mmmmmm…"

The warden's lips popped away from his conquering kiss, Ren's violet eyes glazed over as her slobbery tongue flopped out of her mouth. Sensual saliva stread down the forr commander's chin, flowing over the hickeys and bitemarks dotting her glistening pale skin. The pressure of the prison pushed mind-numbing euphoria through her, the warmth heating her womb jamd up her spine and tingling every inch of her with ecstasy.

"Recite your confession, 00103," Yuuki whispered, his voice husky and tantalizing as it rumbled through Ren's eardrums. "Recite your confession and we can begin your rehabilitation. We can forget your insolence and when you co up for parole in forty years, I will gladly speak to the board on your behalf."

"I… I… My na is… My na is Ren…" the forr commander murmured, only for pinpricks of light and sense to return to her violet eyes. "I am Ren Yamashiro and fuck you, warden!"

Her pride rushed back with a vengeance and bashed through the pressure of the intake room, the concrete walls seeming to recoil a fraction when Life's Apex had shouted, as if the prison were a predator startled by a prey's unexpected move. However, Yuuki's grip did not waver one bit on her handcuffed arms, his face more disappointed than afraid. It only made his captive's loins moisten with another orgasm, but she refused to let him think she'd submitted to him!

He'd made her like it. And she hated him for it! So why did that make her want him more?!

Ugh!!! Was this what normal people went through when they didn't have absolute power and prestige to take whatever they wanted/deserved?! It was insufferable!

She should have been on top! If she was to get knocked up, she should have been on top! It was crucial to set an imdiate example to her future daughters about the glorious majesty they could strive for in life.

She had to qualify for the conscript program as soon as possible. She had to get Vairocana back. Once she did, she could cancel the Mato Apple's infernal hold over her and make Yuuka Wakura understand the pleasure of submitting to her! The beast would be her dog, not the other, unnatural way around!

Oh, and clear her na. That too. She would gladly tear Bell's real rapist limb from limb, and then heal her cute little bestie's trauma by demonstrating the nirvana one achieved when the true Life's Apex bedded them.

"It seems we have a long way to go to rehabilitate you, 00103," Yuuki nacingly noted. "Take her to solitary. Chain her down to the cot, gag her, and put her in bondage hood."

Aoba grinned. "Dildos in both holes?"

"Hmmm, not yet," the warden decreed, staring down at Ren's sweaty face with authority. "Let her know there is still worse to co if she doesn't continue her positive progress."

"Positive progress?" Ren queried.

"You did manage to address properly at the end there," Yuuki said, a victorious smirk twitching his lip up. "You called 'warden' at the end there."

"Wha—wha—what?" Ren stamred, her violet eyes wide as her mind whirled back to rember that, yes, she had. "I—I did not—it was a slip of the—the—"

SMACK!

Ren barely registered the warden delivering one final spank to her juicy buttocks as he strode away. Two more guards ca forward and seized the chained-up beauty's arms, Sergeant Aoba grabbing the back of her inmate collar like a dog's scruff as she was corralled towards the intake room's door.

The gorgeous Ren Yamashiro, Inmate 00103 of Mato Military Won's Penitentiary, was shoved onwards into the prison, the forr Commander of the Mato Defense Corps now nothing but a convicted rapist sputtering about how she most certainly hadn't started submitting to her salacious beast of a warden.

As Aoba and the rest of the guards hauled Commander Yamashiro off to her cell, Yuuki made sure to stand tall and stony. He watched imperiously as the once radiant and terrifying woman was marched through the door to the main prison, her chains jingling as her full restraints rattled around her.

Once the door closed behind the convict and her escort, that authoritarian façade evaporated.

"Oh my goodness!" Yuuki exclaid, letting out an exhausted breath. His legs felt like jelly as he planted a palm on the intake room's tabletop, his eyes worriedly glancing at the forr commander's completed criminal record. Her rage-filled mugshots from her initial arrest stared back at him, her presence bearing down on him even when only an image. "How is she still so terrifying?"

"She was the commander for a reason," Kyouka Uzen, Chief of the Seventh Division, reminded him, entering the intake room from where she'd hidden behind a closet door. "You did good keeping your composure. I don't think anyone else could have kept from reacting when she tried to slap them."

Yuuki chuckled, warmth spreading back through his body, his commanding officer and ntor reinforcing his resolve by the re sight of her. "That was because I knew you were here, ma'am. What slave wouldn't be reassured by their mistress' presence?"

"Oh… uh… well, um… good," Kyouka stamred, her cheeks red for a mont. She coughed and stood straighter than before, crossing her arms under her round, bountiful breasts. "In any case, it's fortunate that Vairocana couldn't negate the Mato Apple. It seems the Onmyou Agency's assessnt that its arrest contracts are similar to Slave's rewards paynt was correct."

"With any luck, that'll hold when she gets Vairocana back," Yuuki groaned, rubbing his hair. "I wish the pri minister would asure her expectations. I'll break her in as fast as I can but having her as a conscript seems risky. If she gets free and the Mato Apple can't rearrest her, we're all in great danger."

"No less if the Gods of Thunder attack and we don't have her as an ace in the hole," Kyouka reluctantly admitted. She sighed and strode next to him, mistress and slave leaning on the table side-by-side. "Strange that they've been so quiet lately."

"I asked Kuusetsu and the others inside about that," Yuuki pondered. "According to them, they're not used to their comrades dying, so Yokohama and then Shangri-La were big shocks to them. They're going to be more cautious from now on."

"That's good to hear," Kyouka said, though her brow furrowed in suspicion. "But they've never been so forthcoming with information before. We have to stay on our guard in case this is a trick."

Yuuki smiled at her with loving admiration. "Of course. Fortunately, the corps will be in good hands once you're elected commander."

"If I'm elected," the Chief of the Seventh Division pointed out. "Mira's neck and neck with in the polls. And Ginna's doing surprisingly well."

"Ginna?"

"It's tradition that the Tenth Division's Chief runs, even if they're just an interim. Plus, Ginna likes everyone, and everyone likes Ginna. She doesn't even really want to be commander, but she's still got a strong campaign," Kyouka explained. "And admittedly, there have been… concerns raised that if I was elected, I would make use of our unique relationship to wield unethical soft power over the corps."

"What? That's ridiculous. You'd never do that," Yuuki dismissed out of hand. "But I understand how people not realizing that could harm the campaign. Do you want to pull out from the upcoming Eighth Division operation—"

"No!" Kyouka powerfully insisted, whirling to face him. "This is the first ti you've asked for my assistance not as my subordinate, but as a fellow chief. Let others think what they will. I have no intention of letting you… down."

Yuuki chuckled, turning towards her. "You could never let … down…"

Neither of them realized how close their faces were when they turned to each other, their hot breath dancing across each other's skin. They'd been closer before when she'd rewarded him, and his flesh glistened with sweat, and yet this ti… it felt…

Their lips edged towards each other.

"Yuuki-chan!" the Chief of the Third Division, Bell Tsukiyono, exclaid, dashing into the intake room. "They're out of control—oh! Chief Uzen! I didn't know you'd be here."

"Doing nothing! We were doing nothing!" Kyouka shouted, jumping back from her housekeeper and voluntary slave. She coughed and turned away from her fellow chiefs, angrily hiding her blush "Just… checking in with Chief Wakura about how the arrest of Chief Azuma and Vice-Chief Azuma has affected my own Vice-Chief."

Yuuki shivered at the reminder of how Himari had been treating him since he'd had to arrest her mother for murder and her eldest sister as an accessory, and of course fucked them both as was his duty. He'd known it'd doubtlessly make things awkward between them, especially still the identity of Fubuki's victims already put strain on her mind. But while she said she understood that he was just doing his job with the evidence at his disposal, he seed to always catch her glaring at him when she thought he wasn't looking. She kept growling "indecent" under her breath for so reason? He hoped her mother and sister's upcoming trials wouldn't affect her too badly.

"What's wrong, Bell-chan?" he inquired to the Chief of the Third Division. "Kana and Miyabi giving you trouble?"

"Yes! They keep taking Bell's futon and making her sleep on the floor!" Chief Tsukiyono emphatically explained. "Bell has tried to explain to them that the dog houses are for the doggies and the futon is for Bell, but they won't listen! I don't know how Ren-ch—she! How she trained… them…"

Yuuki flinched as Bell's bright face steadily grew cold, harrowed. It reminded him of when she run up to him in tears that day in headquarters, when she'd confessed what the commander had done to her, and how ashad and violated she felt that her best friend had betrayed her so viciously. Now, the Chief of the Third Division had spotted the papers on the table, her eyes glued to the picture topping the docunts.

"Bell," he whispered gently, stopping Kyouka from running forward to steady her fellow chief. Best to give Bell space so as to not startle her. "You don't have to—"

"Thank you, Yuuki-chan. But Bell does have to," the spritely chief declared, resolve and iron slipping into her voice. "Bell wasn't able to bring herself to testify, to face her in court. Bell let her win. No more. Bell will not let her control her."

Bell stalked to the intake room's table and glared down at Ren's mugshots and prison registry information. She placed her hand atop the picture and clawed at the paper.

"Bell wants to believe it was just abnormal stress and her mind slipping from the pri minister defying her pride. Bell wants to believe it was just a mont of weakness, that she was so horrified with herself that her pride made her forget it. But that does not make it okay. That does not an Bell will forgive her."

"You don't have to, Bell," Yuuki reassured her.

"You don't owe that monster anything," Kyouka concurred.

"But Bell does owe Bell sothing," the spritely chief declared. "Yuuki-chan, if you require any assistance in breaking Inmate 00103… please ask."

Yuuki frowned. "I will keep that in mind, Chief Tsukiyono."

It wasn't like he hadn't already suspected such would be the case, but it seed that Ren Yamashiro's ti in prison would be an interesting tenure.