JK leaned close, his breath warm against her ear.

"You need this, sweetheart. Every girl needs a dick in her pussy to save herself from harmful diseases."

She blinked, her expression clouded with confusion.

"Really? I didn't know that."

"It is a biological necessity," JK lied, his voice smooth and convincing. "It is a compulsory thing to do every night. The first day, your pussy will bleed and it will be painful. But after that, you will feel heaven."

She chewed her lip, shifting her weight.

"I don't know if I can."

JK let out a small, mocking huff.

"Look at your mother. Why do you think she stays so healthy? She changes dicks constantly. First your father, then my father, then that younger boy she found. She does it for the health of her pussy. Don't you want to be healthy too?"

The girl stared at him, her eyes wide as she processed the claim. JK didn't give her time to question it. He smirked, grabbed her hips, and shoved her onto the bed. He positioned his thick, throbbing cock at her tight entrance. With a sudden, violent thrust, he drove himself deep into her virgin hole.

She screamed, the sound echoing off the walls. Her fists hammered against his chest, desperate to push him away.

"Stop! Please, stop! It hurts!"

JK groaned, his face contorting in pleasure. He ignored her pleas, his hips hammering against her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by the wet, shlicking sound of his shaft sliding in and out of her tight, bleeding walls. He felt the resistance of her hymen tear, the friction creating a squelching noise as he pushed deeper, his balls slapping hard against her perineum.

"Just take it," he grunted, his voice strained. "It is for your own good."

He spent three hours driving himself into her, his thrusts rhythmic and merciless. He felt the heat of her internal walls clenching around him, the pressure mounting until he exploded deep inside her, filling her with hot, thick seed.

He pulled out with a wet pop and looked down at her. She lay there, messy and trembling, tears staining her cheeks. JK pulled out his phone and began snapping photos of her ravaged entrance.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

"I have to examine you," he smirked. "Medical records to make sure the treatment is working."

After a cold cleanup, he pressed a small pill into her hand.

"Birth control. I did it raw, so take this now."

He felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched her swallow the pill. She slept the entire following day, her body broken and aching. When night fell, JK returned to the bedside.

"Time for your treatment," he whispered.

He didn't use the lies this time. He simply took her again.