As the head of a multidimensional group of companies seeking to milk the everloving shit out of the multiverse, it is expected at some level you are fucked in the head. It comes with the job after all. You defiled many timelines out of any usable resources, making it impossible for life to ever grow from it again, you made slaves out of every man, woman, and child who came in the way of your interplanetary processing machines, turning them into cattle for meat, brainless husks for menial labor, and onaholes for pleasure.

In your full life as head, not that much heroes succeeded against you. For one can't ever fight with the primal forces of business. Except for one.

One little Amelia Watson from the timeline 1337. You only saw her from footage in boardroom meetings but what you saw enraptured you. Eyes, blue like the seas of your home dimension, hair as golden as its sun. Not to mention the pure eroticism of her body. Her shirt makes a tent with her massive breasts as it tucks into her skirt that emphasizes her hips. How her stockings hug against her thighs, how the flesh bunches up against the couple of syringes that are tightly held against her right leg. You had to look away sometimes in order to calm yourself down and go back to business.

She remained elusive for a few cycles. Freeing some timelines, locking your group's access to it. That is until now. She is being delivered to you personally.

You sat in your penthouse suite in a Universe where there are more stars than usual. The glass that surrounds you is tailor made to not only shelter you from the scathing heat and scalding light of all the extra stars of outer space, but also made the stars too far away to be seen visible. It's bright enough to illuminate the entire room. Other than that, a king sized bed, a few couches, and a few small tables with drawers.

Any time now, she'll be delivered. And delivered she was. A shiny black metal box materialized in front of you, and as per your request, a little red ribbon they place on Christmas gifts. You pressed the surface of the box with the tips of all your fingers. It recognized you as the one who requested the delivery, and the metal that covered the box was promptly materialized out.

There she was. Amelia Watson. She was shorter than you would have expected. You'd at least expect her to be as tall as your shoulders, but it seems that she could give you a blowjob standing up. She was unconscious as well. Sleeping upright on a chair that restrained all movable parts of the body. You requested them to add a body-sense modifier on her, the type they use on whores. But you declined the use of a mind modifier, since it won't be Amelia at that point.

You took her out of her restraints and rested her gently onto the bed. Her clothes stained it with soot. She smelled wonderful. Her body reeked a sour aroma that mixed with debree and nitroglycerine. Your fingers gently travelled on her body. From her soft lips, her textured shirt, her silk like skirt, all the way to her stocking cob feet. You removed all her clothing, leaving her only in her sports bra, black stockings, and panties.

Then with a remote control for her body and senses, you jolt her awake.

She sprung alive, partly confused. She rushed to the nearest exit, but you grabbed her by the neck and forced her to look at you straight in the eye.

“Hello, Amelia. Its seems you and your collaborators have given us some… Issues.”She punched and kicked you with all her might, but you remain unfazed, as if she were punching a wall. Your hands grabbed both of hers and you pinned her against a wall with your leg lifting her up by the crotch. “Whatever you have planned, it won't work Manipulator!” Ame yelled at you,

Manipulator… So that's what she and her ragtag group of rebels call me. Very uncreative.

“If I didn't do anything, you would be executed. Consider this a mercy.”“I'd rather be executed, you little shit!”

“Oh well, Its not your choice anyways.”

With you free hand you grabbed her face by the cheeks, and kissed her on the lips. She thrashed around, her legs trying to knee you and hands struggling to be free. Her mouth stubbornly held itself shut, until through the sheer force of your tongue, pried it open. You twirled your tongue around hers, thrashing it around as you explored her. She tasted bittersweet. Like a nice cup of coffee with a proportionate amount of sugar to caffeine. You saw from file cases that she was a frequent smoker, so the bitterness must be from that. But you could arrange her lungs to be renewed later.

You let go of Amelia. Both of you were breathing heavily, with Ame glaring at you. She spat out saliva on your floor.

“You…” Ame growled “You suck at this… Have you asked your mother for notes?”

There’s the Amelia you want.

“Listen, just tell me where the timeline where the council lives, and I’ll let you go.” You whispered to her ear, you never really cared for the council. You already made enough in the large amount of cycles you have been alive for. You just want Amelia, but its a fine jumping point for conversation.

“In your dreams, flatface! Are you so awful that you could only have intimacy through rape?”

“I could also get it through money.”

“Whatever! No matter what you do to me, I’ll never tell you anything.” She said.

From you back pocket, you pulled out the body-sense remote and pressed a button that caused Amelia’s limbs to unceremoniously clip off her body. The now detached limbs are not bloodied, and Ame could still feel sensations from it but not control it. The areas where the limbs should have connected to the body was covered in flesh similar to the one already on the limb. As if it was never part of her body to begin with.

She yelped in surprise when she realized this. Her nubs where her arms used to be waved around, as if she was trying to choke you. Without her limbs in the way, you carried her like a baby.

You sat down on the bed and quickly removed her panties. With one hand acting as support for her head, you began fingering her with the other. You gently circled two fingers around her unhooded clitoris. She moaned through gritted teeth, eyes held shut. Her clitoris, after some stimulation, reveals itself out of its hood. You began toying with it, twirling it around, jerking it off with your two fingers, and lightly pulling on it as well. She tried to cover her face, but she has no arms to do so. A single tear rolls down her face.

The two fingers swiftly went from the clit to the insides of her vagina. Her inner walls hugged your digits as you thrusted it in and out. Once it was in, it puckered you as if beckoning you to go deeper, and once it was out, it gaped ever so slightly as if giving you room. A thin layer of her bodily fluids formed around you fingers.“Are you enjoying this?”“Ah! I am not- oh! Feeling anything!”“Is that so? It wouldn't matter if I did this, then.”You picked up the pace. Ame’s eyes bulged and her back arched. She’s moaning freely now, eyes wide open, with a few streams of tears that trickled down her face.

She’s about to cum. You could feel it on how greedy her bottom mouth pulls on your fingers, mistaking them for a dick.

“If you play nice, I’ll give you what you want,” You pick up the pace as Ame leaned on your chest as she anticipates the coming orgasm, “But if you are not cooperative,”

Just as she was about to cum, you remove your digits and used your finger nails to pinch Ame’s erect clitoris. She screamed. Your fingers, while remaining the same pressure, slowly goes up the clit as if scraping it. When the peak has been reached, you yanked it with a twisting motion. Ame squirted, staining the window on her side.

“Did you just cum from that?”“NO! Shut up!”

“Now are you willing to cooperate with me?”“Go fuck yourself!”

You threw her on the bed right where the pillows are. Unbuckled your belt, threw your pants and underwear off. You crawled towards Amelia, whom even if she does have limbs in this situation, would be dwarfed by the size of the bed. When you hovered above her, both arms pining her down by the shoulders like support. She turned away, with eyes a bit pink from her crying a while ago.

“If you arent going to cooperate with me today, might as well enjoy you.”
One of your hands shifted to flop your half erect cock onto Ame’s belly. The tip reached roughly where her ribcage ends. She was taken aback from it’s size. You could feel when her breathing changed as soon as she saw your cock.

“Wow. I bet that cock is artificial. You really had to make up for it , huh?” She said, voice wobbling.

“Its of average size where I came from” You align it with her small entrance, lightly tracing over her slit. Her body trembles and jerks for a few moments like a vibrator, “Now open wide.”You slowly placed the tip in, and Ame has squirted for a second time. Gently, you pushed through. Every centimeter, stimulated Ame, frying her brain. You could tell that she can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure anymore. She gritted her teeth and her faced morphed into a mix of anger, pain, and pleasure. She squealed and groaned with some foam around her mouth.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” She screamed, “IT HURTS!”Being the oh so considerate being that you are, with the remote, you at least turned her pain down and raised her pleasure sensitivity by at least five times. Now she is even more of a slobbering pig than before.

You reached the tip of her cervix, lightly kissing it, and you havent been two thirds inside of her. Either because of your size or her fragility, you could feel her heartbeat thump through her vaginal walls. She is breathing heavily and dropped limp when you stopped.

From the tops of the nearby tabletop, you take a cuban cigar that's already been cut and lit it.

“Do you want to cooperate now?”

Like a whisper, and with a sore voice, Ame said, “Never.”

Just the answer you wanted.

Without the grace and gentleness as before, you began to thump your cock at her cervix. Like an old wrathful battering ram thumping at the gates of Rome. She squealed and gasped, paralyzed by overstimulation. With the remote you further increased her sensitivity, all the nerves in her nether regions swelling and fired up. Each nerve ending within the walls of her vagina sore with every millimeter stroked with your cock.

Her face contorts as she grits her teeth and grimaces. The pupils dilate, the white of her eyes slowly turning pink. Waterfalls of nice salty tears stream down her face. The little nubs where her limbs used to be jerked around, as if in rigor mortis.

You took a whiff of the cigar again, you don't smoke a lot, but its appropriate for the occasion. Warmth fills your body as you pry open Amelia’s mouth in the middle of her moaning, and yank her tongue out.

“Feel like it yet?”“Fuck you.” Amelia said, with a voice that was half wheeze and half moan.

“Alright” You said as you put out the cigar on her tongue, you savored the faint sizzle amongst all the plapping. You feel lightning coming up from your loins, as your body beckons for release. Realizing this, you shifted your position. Without breaking momentum, you lifted Ame and yourself up onto a sitting position. With your left hand you began impaling her body into yours, like a mallet striking wood. Like Vlad the impaler impaling the same body again and again and again.

Her voice gave out, what used to be a screech was now a faint wheeze at best. With your right hand you forced her into a kiss, tongue pressing on her burn wound.

You could feel her cervix giving way now. And just like the harmony of the music of the spheres, you came at the same time you breached her womb. Gallons of potent sperm inflate each and every space of the womb. You unsheath her from her cock, and your thick and musky cum slithers out of her.

Her face showed a nice bliss as if having ego death. Eyes rolled up her skull, tongue out of her mouth whilst she breathed. You threw her on the bed again face down. She pissed on the mattress out of exhaustion.

You lit up another cigarette again. Breathed it in, feeling the warmth enter and exit your body through smoke. Your cock still is painfully erect, despite the amount of cum it gave.

You could go for another round. You grabbed your remote again, and decreased all the sensitivity settings to what they were normally. This time you want her to feel it raw.

You took a whiff again as you flopped your cock on her large buttocks. She isn't responsive.“Hey…. I'm not done yet.” You said, as you slapped her left buttcheek. “Oh well.”

You stepped back and spread her cheeks. You took one final whiff of the cigar and put it out just on her perineum. Still no response.

You sigh, you go to one of the drawers to bring out what looks like a tazer. A tazer that's specialized in bringing anyone conscious again, to return them into the waking world.

After you jolt her alive with it on her heart, you have all night with her.