I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? 13

I can't even begin to describe the amount of work that goes into hunting down a potions trafficking ring. Undoubtedly, my respect for law enforcement in many of its forms as well as the quality of the work they put in day and day out has been dramatically raised, if only because I can have nothing more than staggering respect.

Arnaldo and his goons, the men who had captured and attempted to rape me to submission, had faced what came as close to justice for their misdeeds as I was able to provide, without crippling their ability to be useful to me. 

Shameful, I know, that these vile men have become part of my forces... but I have few, and what few I have, I cannot allow to become mired and mudded by controversy and criminal elements.

The guardsmen under my banner, though they may act in the shadows, act for the betterment of the country, and I cannot, and will not, force them to engage in acts that challenge their moral fiber or their perception of justice and law. Instead, the dregs of society, its outcasts, shall be welcome into my embrace and their talents and disposition will, too, be put to use for the sake of Trom.

The collar on my neck restricted my ability to breathe a little, and the man pulling on my lead seemed a bit too amused to be doing so. I'll let him have this. I'll take my pound of flesh from him later. And I do mean pounding.

A breeze raised, and my excessively short skirt fluttered in the air, revealing the fact that my panties had been taken from me. My top was a size too small, as well, and my prominently displayed nipples and the shape of my breasts showing through the thin white blouse left nothing to the imagination.

The thin sandals did nothing to shield my feet from the hard stone of the ground, and the ankle cuffs I wore kept me from making too big steps, bound by a chain to the wrist cuffs I wore as well, keeping my hands low and in front of me. Overall, I looked entirely like every other girl at this den of crime and filth.

Already, the criminal elements of my forces were bearing fruit. Arnaldo and his men were capable of leading me to distributors, and to use their influence and street credibility with the underbelly of the capital to gather others to their banner. Few even questioned how Arnaldo had become so succesful and where the muscle he was employing to rid himself of competitors as he took over an area of the city, from the wrong side of the law, and the ones that did...

Were dealt with.

I stumbled a little as the man with the lead pulled a little too harshly, and I could feel his worry. Though criminals, ultimately, they were my men nonetheless. They had sworn loyalty... after their minds had been taken over and broken and their bodies had become unable to live without indulging in mine. Obeying me was the only way they'd get to witness, let alone partake in my body... so they did.

Having found success and safety under my wing, their loyalty was cemented. 

And now... well, I think Arnaldo was enjoying himself quite a bit in showing off his 'crown jewel'. The leers and gazes of men, the disdainful gazes of women, as well as the pathetic, despairing eyes of their victims, focused on me as I was paraded through the venue, an underground club. 

To my left, a woman was servicing a man who sat on a booth, while he had his hand on the breast of another. To my right, a man in a leather thong danced for a woman holding a long pipe, only for her to grab and put pressure on his crotch.

Scum, everywhere I look.

More and more degeneracy, evil and filth was revealed to me as I was taken to the back of the building. After so much work, so many long days, weeks even, spent tracking down the right people, gaining influence, and participating in acts that will haunt me for years... we were this close to success. I just needed one more confirmation.

And that was why I came here, personally. I could not make anyone else do this... no, even if I did, it had to be me. It couldn't be anyone else.

An ornate, reinforced door stood between me and the Kingpin of Crime, the most powerful criminal in all of Trom, the Underking of the Capital... Raimundo Orozco. The door was unlocked by a pair of chained slaves, and Arnaldo led me through it. The dark penumbra and purple mists of the den of the Underking gave way, and my eyes settled on a disgusting image.

Settled on a pile of pillows was a man who looked so ordinary you might be confused into thinking he was a normal person. He had short, brown hair, wore a white shirt, and simple pants and shoes. If anything, you would not think that he was the most powerful criminal in this, my beautiful country.

But there he was, the cancer that was eating the capital from the inside, and spreading across the kingdom. An enemy the likes of which my father could never defeat, a man who was more myth than human... a man who had not been lured out of hiding, but instead, had led me to him.

"I see... so you spoke the truth, she truly is the one... Princess Noire," the man said, his voice low, barely heard over the jubilation from the main hall... it grew quieter as the door was closed behind us.

"Indeed... a stroke of luck," Arnaldo replied, as Raimundo offered a smile. "She was walking around the capital, without guards! Can you imagine that?" 

"I can. Not the first time she did it," Raimundo said. "Nor the last, though I suppose where she went after you got to her, she didn't want anyone else to know..."

Arnaldo snorted. "The aphrodisiac worked like a charm, and she's become addicted," he said, grinning.

"I see, I see... perhaps you were more than I took you for, Arnaldo," Raimundo spoke, closing his eyes. "I do not make mistakes often, but when I do, I correct them," he said. "Therefore, I am more than happy to recant any words I might've said that cast doubt upon your mettle. Truly, among us, you are a paragon of daring."

Arnaldo's eyes almost took a shine. "Boss..!" he said, voice trembling a little. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that."

Indeed... Raimundo was Arnaldo's boss, but there were so many layers between them, that it was undoubtedly one of the very  few times they'd ever been in the same place, let alone spoke to each other.

But Raimundo knew how to manipulate a low born man. Show them respect, show them you care, show them that you are willing to revise your opinion of them, and they will be quite happy... I know this well, surprisingly, respect goes further than pay, when desperation isn't part of the deal.

Raimundo nodded. "What else could I say? You've brought me a jewel without compare... this," he said, gesturing towards me. "Come, girl..." he said.

Arnaldo nodded, and turned to me. "He's your master now, girl... our time was short, but sweet, I'll miss your cunt," he said, as he spanked my  ass as if to force me forward. But I felt doubt, hesitation. Good. Some loyalty was good, but it would be a disaster if he broke now. Before he went, he pulled a tiny bottle from his pocket, and handed it to me. "Present him with this gift," he said.

I did as instructed, walking with halting steps towards Raimundo, and getting on my knees before him, raising the bottle with both hands. 

"Oh, and what is this?" Raimundo asked.

"It is aphrodisiac, my master," I spoke, evenly, listlessly, as if I was broken. "For you to use upon me, to turn this filthy sow into a truly enthusiastic slut, as you deserve."

I cringed internally, but... well, he seemed to be buying it.

He laughed. "For a moment, I thought you might even try to poison me... But it is for you?" he asked.

"If you wish, you may also partake, my master," I said. "You are my master, your word is law."

Arnaldo raised his hands. "I would recommend against it, that's pretty concentrated, if you take it you will almost assuredly be addicted instantly," he explained. "Use it on her, I personally recommend making her drink some and rubbing some on your dick when you fuck her, it makes her go crazy."

It did. It felt really, really good.

There was no trick here. No poison, nothing strange. It truly was concentrated aphrodisiac. It was the only way I would get by having sex with this man who disgusted me so. Addiction? I am immune to it, the effects of my unnaturally perfect body and the mental discipline afforded to me by my deceiver skill would effectively work together to prevent me from truly being taken over.

But it would still allow me to disregard and ignore my inhibitions.

Raimundo took the bottle, and with one finger, opened my mouth, working it around my lips and then playing with my tongue, for a few moments, before tilting my head back with one finger and holding my jaw in place with another. He uncapped the bottle and put it on my mouth, tilting it, letting the pink potion flow into my mouth, the liquid fire already setting my body ablaze in but an instant. My disgust flew, and the scent of man around us was starting to work its magic.

I was flooded down below, my nipples so hard I bet they could cut glass, and I desired for little more than I wanted that cock that was starting to bulge at the front of Raimundo's pants.

I licked my lips, but stayed perfectly in place, simply savoring the anticipation, and making sure the potion was fully in effect.

"What a well trained bitch," Raimundo said, grabbing at his pants and pulling them down, revealing a frankly impressive cock that was quickly growing to its full length. "You must be so used to an aphrodisiac of this potency that the ones coursing and flowing through the air in the club had no effect on you..."

Well, perhaps. Most likely, my skills protected me. 

And they would hopefully continue to do so, as he presented me with the thick meat rod that would quench my thirst for cock, which I smiled at. "Master, may I service you?"

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "Never did I ever think that one day, one of you mighty nobility would beg me for a taste of my cock... you're just the first girl, I will seek each and every one of the daughters of you nobles, royalty, aristocracy, it's all the same... I will bring each and every one of you down low, into the mud with us, and make you taste the pain and humiliation you've heaped upon the commoners..!"

"Please, my master, may I suck your cock?" I asked, desperation tinging my voice, very real and very convincing, as my throat tingled and burned and tickled, desperate for something to fill it, desperate for the taste of man.

He laughed openly, grabbed the back of my head and forced me to deepthroat his oversized prick, putting it through my mouth and directly towards the back of my throat, easily filling up and satisfying my parched throat, and I couldn't help but want even more, my tongue, my throat, my lips, every muscle I could move, working over his cock, trying to get at the gooey, thick and creamy center, trying to drain his balls for their bountiful seed...

"Ah, fuck me, shit, this is one damn good cocksucker!" Raimundo roared, as he held my head in place with both hands, and then began fucking my throat, pounding me so hard that even through my skills and my well practiced endurance, I could actually feel uncomfortable and pained.

It was disgusting, staggering, and so fucking hot I could hardly even think, to be fucked like this... but I wanted, no, needed more. Every calming wave of pleasure from my throat was drowned by the ever growing pangs of hunger from my core, from lower, from my pussy, which drooled its juices all over the animal skin rugs that covered his floor.

More and more gushed out of me as he fucked my throat, pleasure and desire and burning lust coming together into a single overpowering NEED for cock... so powerful, so potent, so overwhelming, that my mind almost entirely and utterly melted into that of a simple cockhungry whore...

And I would have, if I hadn't been training and practicing with this exact same aphrodisiac! Had he fed me all of it, I would definitely be in trouble, I might've even lost myself for a little, but in listening to his former subordinate, he made a terrible mistake... enabling me to, even as he fucked my throat, moaning and panting and preparing to give me his steaming hot load, I paid attention to the world around me, and more importantly...

To my people, settling into position, each of them doing what they could to inform me of it. They could not communicate back, they didn't even really understand how it was that they understood what I wanted them to do and much less how I communicated it to them, but they trusted me.

Criminals and guardsmen... working together seamlessly, understanding each other, sharing not in ideals or thoughts, but bound together... bound together by their loyalty to the same woman. 

Warmth filled me, and I don't mean just because the terrifyingly scary itch on my throat and the evergrowing thirst was calmed by the flood of delicious, naughty semen pouring directly into my stomach, sliding down my throat almost like sludge... 

No, because...

I pulled back, swallowed the semen that remained in my mouth, and smirked at the villain before me. "This is my victory," I said, simply, gathering my strength and then in a single, fluid motion, breaking my bonds. They weren't particularly flimsy, but they were not of a grade for my trained, honed warrior body. 

I stretched and cracked my limbs.

"W-What the, what's the meaning of this!?" Raimundo shouted, glaring at me, sweeping his hand as if to gesture to, well, the situation, forcing me to take a step back lest I be hit.

I put my hand on Raimundo's chest and before he could think or say anything, I tossed him back onto the mountain of pillows, though it came apart a bit and he laid down on his back. I licked my lips.

He was not bad looking, and my gushing pussy hungered for cock. "As we speak, my men have found and are currently gathering all the information I need to put you away for life, and more importantly, finding the names and locations of all of your backers. For a man who hates the nobility so much, you sure take a lot of their money," I said, stretching a little. 

His cock had flagged a bit... but I stepped on it, and began applying pressure, grinding on it with the arch of my foot, pressing down on his balls with the ball of my foot, grinding him with the slight heel of my sandal. His cock was hot, and getting hotter.

"You fucking bitch, you'll never get away with this..! Whatever it takes, whoever it takes..!" the man growled, "I'll have my revenge, I'm gonna fucking kill you!" he shouted. "Traitor..!" he added, turning to Arnaldo. "I'll-"

I laughed, and then pressed down on his dick harder. "You talk a lot for a man who's getting hard by  being stepped on by the nobility he hates so much, what a contradiction you are," I said, grinning down at him. "Well, you are a worthless piece of subhuman scum, but, I suppose, you have your uses," I said.

This man was a slaver, a drug dealer, a thief, a robber... everything and anything that you could possibly think of, he was likely guilty of. Prostitution, drug trade, weapon trade, he had his hands in every pie, and he was the major pawn that a lot of the corrupt nobility relied upon to engage in their misdeeds. My people were already gathering the evidence I'd need.

I had no need for him.

But my pussy hungered... and so I straddled him, and then ate up his cock, my pussy squeezing as it finally got the cock it'd been so hungry for since the moment I entered the building. I'm going to give him a taste of his medicine... For all the people who've suffered, for all the lives he has ruined...

"I'm going to enjoy this, far more than I should," I said, grinning down at him, unable to keep my joy and lustful anger in check. 

I began to bounce my hips, on his cock, treating his cock like a toy. He had a good one, no doubt, I could spend my time describing how its thick veins felt on the folds of my pussy, I could describe the intense heat of his cock and how it felt within me.

I could spend hours telling you about how good it felt to see him twist, turn, twitch and shriek in pleasure as I made him cum... and I could tell you about the horror on his face when he realized what was happening. He was no fool, no naive idiot, he knew I wasn't fucking him for his own pleasure... it was for mine, and mine alone, and more importantly, it was punishment.

And that meant that he was not done yet, despite cumming. "Arnaldo," I called.

My assistant in this endeavor approached, and Raimundo turned a desperate gaze to him. "C-Come on, m-man, she's- she's, you have to help me! she's going to, geh-"

"Do exactly what you've done, or ordered done, many times before," Arnaldo said grinning down at him. "Like you did to my wife, remember?" he said, his single, beady eye glinting.

Indeed... Arnaldo had fallen into a life of crime, like many others did, in a desperate attempt to keep his head afloat. It took a bit of work to get it out of him, but eventually, he told me of the fate of his wife, and within our investigation, we also learned it was deliberately done to him, in order to manipulate him into a suicidal attempt at trying to get at me.

Needless to say?

Arnaldo had no loyalty left for Raimundo.

Instead, what he had was a bottle of hyperconcentrated potion, a vial roughly the size of my finger. 

Raimundo struggled, but he was nowhere near as strong physically as I was. I've trained a lot, and he does not have the benefit of a supernaturally strong body as I do. Magic is the great equalizer, and despite him being so much bigger than me, he didn't have a hope in the world to break my grip, nor did he have a way to stop Arnaldo from feeding him the aphrodisiac.

I was reminded of how I was first fed the potion... and unable to do anything, Raimundo was made to swallow the potion.

His cock first trembled, then became even bigger inside me, and in fact, he ejaculated immediately, a bigger, thicker and nastier load than either of the ones previous, and giggling, I immediately began fucking him, tripling my speed and strength and squeezing my pussy around his cock.

He came, again and again, the potion increasing his lust, his sensitivity, and his sexual hunger. Unable to hold back, Arnaldo offered his cock to me, and I gladly took his offer, enjoying myself as the two men did their utmost to satisfy and please me, even as Arnaldo stepped back after his third orgasm, and instead kept us hydrated, me with water, and the human cock doll with more potions, to boost his stamina and improve his performance.

Again and again and again, I fucked him and rode him and made him cum, semen soaking into the rugs below us, staining our clothes. He grew more and more tired and sore and weak over time, dehydrating, I almost thought he may become emaciated, but that would've been silly. 

He begged, cried, tried everything in his power, but nothing he did would calm the rage and lust within me, nothing he did would return the minds he destroyed, nothing he could do or say would make right what went wrong... so he would suffer the same fate as they had. 

I had no need of him.

And so, I disposed of him, and after several hours of raiding, my men outside would finally be finished catching, arresting and taking care of the many matters at hand, both dealing with the criminal elements here, as well as their victims.

I glared at the broken husk of a man, having lost his mind to pleasure and pain a long time ago. His eyes stared blankly into the ceiling.

When I stood up, I almost tripped, my hips were weak from effort, and an almost literal river of semen flooded from my crotch. I realized then that I had a bit of a cum belly, honestly it was amazing how much sex I'd had, five hours on a row, the both of us dosed and doped with aphrodisiacs...

A guardsman entered the room, even as Arnaldo offered me a glass of whatever liquid they  served at this place. I wiped my forehead, and took a drink.

I knew, of course, that the operation was succesful. I'd kept an eye on what was going on with my Privilege.

The guardsman saluted. "Ma'am, reporting total and absolute success, no escapees, we've gathered the evidence as you requested!" he said.

I grinned. "Let's never do this again," I said, nodding to them and myself. "Next time I'm disguising myself as a crime lord instead," I said, wincing, "I'm going to need so many baths..."

A sargeant of the guard entered the room. "Ma'am, you're really gonna wanna see this..." he said, presenting me with a document.

I took it from his hand, unrolled the paper and- "Ah, right, of course he's involved... I've been looking for something like this for quite some time... Time to pay back an old slight!"

I set my eyes on the future... and on future success!