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Customers.
Darkness shivered, the word echoing around in her mind. She was supposed to feel relieved after having answered correctly, but it was stunted by the weighty reality.
“Mm… You’re not looking too good.” The mistress said, taking on an almost teasing tone.
Darkness couldn’t deny it. Sweat was starting to dot her skin, and her aching legs were beginning to shiver from the strain. But above all, she was squatting noticeably lower than at the start.
She was, by all means, dangerously close to the tool beneath. But if she were to try and lift herself any higher… Did she truly want to test that? No—not this soon, that’s for sure.
“Seems like we’ll have to get prepared.” The lady clicked her tongue, audibly shuffling about. “Though it pains me to waste food like this, this is your first day….”
“Food? Wait, what’s going on back there?”
Darkness craned her neck in an attempt to see, but everything was still hidden away in the shadows.
“Ah, great idea. Question number four: What will you be having for food?”
Darkness didn’t have much of a reason to dodge the question. After a moment, she answered with:
“Gruel?” It was the typical dungeon food after all.
The response: The base of her ponytail was yanked, facing her head forwards again. Then, something thin and rigid pushed past her lips—
“Hu—mgh?”
A finger.
Darkness barely had time to register it slipping over her tongue, slick with something unknown, before it swiftly retreated.
Immediately, a strange, potent, and bitter taste hit her palate. It was not how she imagined the taste of gruel. Its consistency, too, was far too smooth. But the stickiness… that was at least similar.
“It doesn’t come from plants, but it is completely organic.” The mistress clarified, “And though I doubt you’ve ever tasted it, I’m sure you’ve been around it before.”
Darkness could’ve sworn she heard an almost… sticky sound now coming from below. Whatever it was, the firm grip on her hair prevented her from investigating.
She tentatively licked her lips, cleaning up the residue and swallowing it down, trying to collect her thoughts. An organic food that she’d never eaten, but had been nearby—and one that was oddly sticky…
“Eggs? R-Raw eggs?”
Darkness's mouth was abruptly invaded once more, now by two fingers. With them, came a larger portion of “food”—enough to gather in a sticky volume that weighed subtly upon her tongue.
“Your head’s in the right place, but it’s not eggs—it’s not from females.”
The lady pressed her digits down onto Darkness’s tongue, fingertips curling slightly, as if to drive the taste into her receptors. The blonde couldn’t help but squirm as her wet muscle was toyed with.
“I-I don’ ‘now…” She squeaked out, suddenly bashful.
Even before she could properly put a name to it, she sensed that the substance was something sexual, but was shying from the thought. The gears in her brain were turning—if a bit clunky.
The hand retreated momentarily. But not before leaving a string of fluid messily trailing down her chin. Darkness tried to gather herself, realizing she’d just given an answer, before—
Three fingers were shoved haphazardly past her lips, eliciting a light gag as they grazed the back of her tongue. The batch of “food” trickled thick down her throat. Darkness swallowed it desperately.
“You can expect it to be fed to you, directly from the source, in a method similar to this.”
The digits began pumping rapidly back and forth, truly assaulting her mouth. Her cheeks burned with a blush, humiliated, as a messy mix of gags and moans leaked out. A knot developed in her chest as her concentration suddenly found itself in a tug-of-war between her aching legs and now this.
When the fingers finally exited, Darkness was left panting—both out of excitement and mental exhaustion.
“Could it—Could it be…” She mustered her words.
Images of further oral abuse swirled through her mind, causing her mouth to water. The taste was still heavy on her tongue—the fluid mixing with her own. She swallowed it down, cutting through her heavy breathing.
“S-Semen?”
Her answer earned a small, momentary chuckle from the mistress. Then:
“That’s right.”
The crusader’s knees visibly shook.
“Y-You’re going to force me to live off those nasty fluids, eating it day after day, until I’m drooling over the mere thought of tasting it again!?”
“Again, not just eat. It’s doubling as lube down here, too.”
Lube? Ears picked up the sticky sound once more, and her mind was hit with the image of the dildo—now being carefully lathered with fluids.
Darkness was all too aware of her strength defying her. It seemed like it was only a matter of time until her legs buckled, and she was sent falling onto—
“Hnngh!~” She squealed.
Once again, her fantasies got the best of her. The awkward spasm that came with them, she redirected solely into her arms, desperately pulling down on her shackles.
There was the usual, menacing sound of the mechanism spinning up, but this time, there was also the feeling of small particles peppering the back of her legs.
Every drop of it, cum.
The grip on her hair suddenly released as the mistress complained, “Stop it, you’re making a mess. That stuff doesn’t come easy, you know?”
Darkness snapped back into the correct posture, stopping the dildo's motion. She wouldn’t dare waste such valuable—no, wouldn’t dare taint herself with such horrible filth.
But despite that claim, she'd found herself dirtied anyways. Seeming to have moved on their own, her hips had dropped—just enough to touch.
Her lower lips were now kissing the head of the dildo, being painted with their own layer of the fluid. Darkness panicked exactly how a virgin would.
C-Could I get pregnant from this!?
She did her best to keep the oncoming reaction at bay, but still shivered. And that alone proved too much for her legs.
Shivering became trembling, and her trembling soon became wide, visible wobbling. Her knees were frantically whipping left and right—also jiggling her thick butt.
It was as if her legs, after watching her arms briefly shoulder the weight, suddenly realized they could start protesting. Or maybe they mistook the presence beneath as something to rest upon, and were trying to convince Darkness.
Regardless, struggling against them took a huge toll. It wasn't enough for every fibre in her thighs to be set ablaze. From her shoulders to her core to her toes, every muscle was engaged, completely tense.
This kind of pressure—it was perfect. Her heart was soaring, and her loins were aflutter, drooling wildly.
“Hm… That’s not quite right.” The mistress noted, grabbing Darkness’s hips and readjusting her position just slightly.
No way…
Darkness’s eyes went wide. No way no way no way!!
The spot the dildo was aimed at now—it wasn’t her sex. It was the other orifice.
She was going to have this monster inserted into her ass.
Darkness's heart wrenched up. She was appalled—appalled that she’d never thought of doing such a thing herself. Although, having this be her first experience… It was like a blessing in disguise—truly, a dream come true. Her pulse was drumming in her ears as anticipation took hold.
The act alone—the sheer debauchery of it—was already exciting enough, but to use an object like this?
The rounded shape of its head, intended to ease her entrance open during penetration, was instead pushing her cheeks apart just so it could merely reach her entrance.
And pushing—that was the bulk of it.
Not inserting, not spreading, not a single margin of progress. Just an obnoxious pushing at her anus—bluntly pressing it against her own insides.
Darkness knew for certain: Whatever was to come, it was going to be heavenly.
“Although…" the lady continued, "This is still feeding, in a way, isn’t it?”
A whine seeped out of the crusader. The pressure below and electrifying tension in her chest both seemed to double.
As her wobbling continued, the slickness from the semen felt even more prominent. Her efforts only helped in messily smearing the lewd fluid all around her opening—readying them to be joined, even though it was impossible.
And even though it was impossible, her rear entrance had begun pulsating ever so slightly, as if gesturing it forth.
A sense of impending doom loomed over Darkness. She knew that letting her concentration slip, letting her guard down for even a moment, that was all it took in a bind like this.
Just one little mistake, and this obscene intruder would surely breach.
“Plus…" Instinctively, the crusader knew that whatever the mistress was about to say wasn't going to be good. But, she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to.
"If you’re feeling peckish, you can simply clean it off the floor. So, go ahead. Make a mess. Who am I to judge how you organize your meals?”
Darkness’s imagination took hold.
A picture: Her own face pressed against the cold floor, nearly suffocating from the thick, lewd scent assaulting her nose as she pitifully attempted to lap up the spillage of sticky fluid—desperate to not waste a single drop.
It was too much.
The scene hit her like the punch of a golem.
She didn’t even fight back. She just collapsed. Legs, arms—everything.
Her full weight came down onto the cockhead, and finally, through brute force alone, her stubborn entrance buckled. There was no stopping what came next.
Her previously virginal asshole was split right open, swallowing the massive, cum-soaked head in its entirety.
“OOOGHH!!!?” The crusader couldn’t help but cry out, her eyes rolling back.
The shock was immense, overwhelming her completely. Panicked thoughts jumbled up what little space was left in her brain, worrying whether or not she'd be torn apart. And yet—
Fsshh!
A small spray of fluid shot from Darkness’s crotch. Chains clanged loudly as her shaky legs snapped together—or rather, tried to. Her entire body went stiff, anus squeezing the dildo tight.
…And with her strength, that was enough to slow her fall almost as soon as it started.
“The rumor about stubborn girls’ weak spot seems to carry some truth.” The lady said with amusement, “And to cum from just the tip… You're a special one, alright.”
The voice nudged Darkness back to her senses, and she instantly put power into her legs, carrying her bodyweight once again. Not enough to lift her off the cockhead, but just enough to stop her from dropping any further.
A crusader must hold their ground.
Except, in truth, the flared base of the cockhead was acting as a lip, stubbornly hooking onto her anus and preventing her from lifting any further—something she learned in her sudden jerk back into awareness.
Fighting against it would be like overdrawing a bowstring—she'd would be inviting disaster.
“Now, question five: How will you serve your customers?”
Darkness was still trying desperately to gather her bearings, but every little detail only added another layer upon layer of shame.
Her asshole was ruined.
It was completely overstretched. A tense, throbbing burn encircled the area, agitated by every weak spasm of her ring-shaped muscle as it tried to return its original state. But this was hopeless—the dildo gave not even a hint of yield.
Her impenetrable defense had been penetrated. And moreover, her first anal experience made her cum on the spot.
She was a disgrace of a crusader, and an utter pervert of a noble. Adding that weight in her chest made this experience exactly like she anticipated—heavenly.
But there was also the biggest shame of all, a kind that she took no pleasure in:
She’d lost herself.
It was only for a moment, but she’d blanked out during her orgasm.
If this was all it took to daze her, how long would it be until she passed out completely? She could tell that her next orgasm was already looming on the horizon. Would it be the one that'd knock her out?
She didn't know. She would only find out after it happened—and that terrified her.
And if she did, if she were to fall unconscious, that would surely make her a failure. Her mistress, fraught with disappointment, would move on to another victim.
Darkness would not let it happen. She needed to put everything she had into this.
“Serve…?” She restated.
By now, Darkness noticed that her fantasies sat eerily close to the solution, so she answered off the cuff,
“I’ll… I’ll bring food and drinks to their table, letting them w-watch me and… grope me as I walk by.”
Hands grabbed her waist again, making her flinch. Her body was still tingling, oversensitive from the climax. They then trailed up her sides and around her arms, before finally settling at the top of her shoulders, on either side of her neck. There was only the subtle pressure of her mistress’s soft grip, but Darkness was already feeling smothered, panting rapidly.
“Do you actually think you’re cut out for such dignified work?”
“Hnggh!?~”
Weight came down on her shoulders, and vividly, she felt herself slide lower.
The first set of nubs, thoroughly lubricated, scraped through her entrance—the flash of pain gave the impression that they truly were sharp. Meanwhile, a different kind of pain began developing in her gut. An unrelenting tension—it was the feeling of Kazuma’s Bind squeezing her midsection, except if it came from inside, and was multiplied tenfold.
The hulking mass was well on its way to wrecking her insides, and as far as Darkness was concerned, that was more pleasurable than any simple pleasure could be.
But, she'd let it happen all too easily. Something wasn't working, but she didn't know what. It didn't help that everything which way she tried to struggle only inched her closer to her limit.
She had zero clue if they would respond, but nonetheless channeled all her attention to her legs, trying to hold fast as she answered.
“I’ll put my body on display, l-letting them m-masturbate to my lewd curves, and cover me with… with their f-filth.”
“Don’t insult me. You really think I’d sell such measly pleasures?”
“Ahn!~”
She was pushed lower still.
The cramped, bloating feeling intensified with every new inch. The way it pressed against her inner walls, almost massaging her womb through the other side—it was clear that orgasm was inevitable. Her lower lips seemed to understand this, and were drooling incessantly.
Darkness tried to speed ahead in an attempt to outpace the danger.
“I’ll… I’ll help them g-get off! I’ll t-touch and s-suck an—nNGH!”
More weight came down to interrupt her. “You’re really not getting it, are you? Maybe if I teach your friend first, we can have her show you the ropes.”
Nearly everything was being overwritten by the piercing pressure. This crazy insertion—it was totally wrong. Even as it was happening to her directly, Darkness still didn't believe she could handle it.
Which, in a sense, she was right. She couldn’t handle it, not as she was normally.
Her body, too tight to fit such an excess of mass, needed to make extra room in order to accommodate it. The effect was still subtle—only the hint of a bump so far—but her abdomen was developing a bulge.
But she wasn't aware of this yet. She only knew that she couldn't let anyone else suffer through this.
Darkness squeezed her eyes shut, a blush burning her cheeks red as a passionate fantasy crossed her mind. Please let it be right…!
“I’ll be a p-plaything! I’ll be passed between customers, my body used to relieve them in whatever way they see fit!”
As the words left her mouth, she found herself shivering again—and soon enough, sinking lower. Maybe it was a trick of the mind, but she didn't notice the mistress adding more weight. But that was surely why—
"That's correct."
Her pace down the shaft didn't slow one bit.
It was all her own doing, being too distracted imagining her naked body being defiled by— She swatted away the imagery, focusing back on the present issues, but the damage was already done.
Now, there were clear signs of swelling. Against the natural contour of her belly, the insertion became more and more obvious as it climbed, little by little, further up her abdomen.
Through Darkness's struggle to finally stop her descent, she noticed the strange way that her pain had shifted.
Across her midsection, the sadistic fullness was only continuing to gnaw at her, but below it, the familiar ache of her stretched anus seemed to be missing.
Instead, there was a hazy, fuzzy blanket of tingles.
Numbness.
She didn't know when it happened, but a damp numbness had taken over the point of entry. It even seemed to be crawling its way up.
Crawling—just like the buzzing, almost taunting crawl of her oncoming release. Maybe the numbness would slow its arrival. Darkness hoped so.
“With those questions complete, you should know where you stand. So, let's move on to question six: Why am I doing this to you?”
Knowing she was past that set of questions gave her some respite. She felt closer to her goal—whatever that was. Yet, no matter how close she was, she still wasn't done—there was still plenty of room to fail.
But she wasn't having it. A crusader wasn't allowed to fail. Until death, she would not fail—she would not falter. And so,
“You're trying to destroy a maiden’s b-body with this vile, d-debauched tool!” She cried out.
CRACK!
Darkness felt that, no question.
A sharp pain pierced one of her asscheeks. Heat radiated from the spot rapidly after the initial shock. Complimenting it came the tense reaction of her body, which squeezed around the intruder—exacerbating all the soreness. A moan bubbled up—she practically watched herself dive closer towards cumming.
“Destroy? I’m doing no such thing.” Claimed the person who just whipped the crusader.
Heart pumping in a race against the clock, she let her thoughts run wild. Hardly anything else mattered any more, she just had to power through it.
“Y-You’re trying to put me in my place. You're trying t-to break me down—corrupting me and my body u-until I’m unrecognizable from who I was!”
CRACK!
It was no good.
The warm shudder that ran through her was nearly debilitating. But what else was she to do? Her legs weren't responding, and her arms certainly weren't going to save her. At the very least, she was still standing—she was still some distance off the floor, though it didn’t feel like it. She felt as if she was propped up on the dildo, her feet only serving to steady her.
“No need to be so dramatic. If you’re going to be a worker, why would I do anything to break you? This is for your sake, remember?”
Worker? My own sake? She tried to focus on the words, but was getting woozy with arousal.
"This is t-training?" It was all she could say.
"It is, but why? Why am I training you?"
"I'm special?"
CRACK!
Her eyes rolled upwards, as if looking to Eris for salvation. Against the fire toiling inside, and the thought of her ass marked red with lashes, Darkness wasn't going to last much longer.
"Don't be so conceited. I'm asking why you need training."
Darkness was going to cum again. Her womb throbbed in anticipation. It was truly pathetic, the way her pussy was going to dirty itself, despite being completely and utterly untouched.
At the thought, an idea flickered across her mind.
“I’m an i-inexperienced virgin who c-couldn’t please anyone if I tried!”
A pregnant pause.
“Precisely."
Darkness heaved a sigh of relief… before the mistress continued on.
"And so, it’s best if we also get you ready for more… demanding customers. This city houses beastmen, you know?”
She pictured it: Beastmen of various shapes—but all big in size—taking turns mounting her and ravaging her ass. Her body clenched in delight, tightly wrapping this rigid substitute for their wild cocks and—
"OOUUUNNgghh!?~"
—Clenched even harder, as convulsions took over, bright pleasure striking her body like lightning. A fresh flash of pain ignited in her gut as the cockhead pried open her deepest depths. She imagined she was being roughly claimed by a new, rowdy customer—one who was making full use of the semen deposited in her guts and striking her deep.
A round of aftershocks rippled through her.
She could no longer ignore just how packed full of cock she was—and above all, how unbelievably aroused that made her. A cock was lodged inside her, stretching her beyond repair, and dirtying her insides with seed. More like it would come later to finish the job, and stain her even deeper.
Her pussy gushed in utter bliss as wordless sounds leaked out of her slackened jaw. Darkness's vision was fading fast.
She was falling into a pit—a pit of guilty pleasures.
Her eyes threated to roll back. Her lids fluttered awkwardly, trying to restore them to their normal spot. The only thing she registered in her vision was her biceps, which had been raised as result of her lowered hips.
She knew innately that, at an angle like this, it was the easiest it had ever been to accidentally tug down her restraints. If she fought the growing burn in her shoulders even a little, it would result in the stirring of her already tortured insides. How wonderful that idea was. It was too bad that—
No… She couldn't pass out now. There was so many more ways that she had yet to be punished—she couldn't miss out on anything.
A surge of energy shot through the crusader.
“You really think this would defeat me?"
Darkness surprised herself with how articulate she was—further proof of how steadfast she could be. Pride swelled in her chest.
"You haven’t beaten me yet. I can endure more.” Her tone was packed with self-satisfaction.
Not even a hint of shame nor guilt seemed to reside in her words. And why would there be?
Here she was, still taking on the enemy assault. Still getting herself beaten and battered, so that her teammates could make it out unscathed. Still drawing all the suffering towards herself, so her people wouldn’t have to know any of it.
She was the shining example of a crusader.
“You say endure, but… this looks a little different to me." The mistress taunted, "Either way, you do show promise. That’s even more reason we can’t break you.”
“Hah! As if I'd break from something like this.”
“You’ve got skin like iron, sure, but who knows what's happening to those mushy insides?”
She had a point. Darkness's confidence in her defense was the result of countless training sessions.
But her insides? This was their very first spar.
How could she know if they were holding strong, or if they were only solidifying their ruination with every passing second?
“Ngh~! My tenacious asshole will endure any torture that you put it through!” It was still a piece of her, after all.
“Tenacious, huh…?” The mistress murmured, giggling.
Darkness felt a hand land gently upon her lower stomach. Mere moments after, that was where an odd warmth blossomed.
She opened her mouth, ready to voice her concern, when—
"Wha—Huhhhnng!??~"
Her face contorted as a rush of sensations—new sensations, engulfed her.
The thick insertion was already enough to drive her wild, but suddenly, she could now feel it. Not the mere presence, felt through the powerful strain it put on her figure.
No, she felt its details.
Its shape. Its texture. Its firmness. Its wetness.
She felt all of these as vividly as if they were pressed upon her tongue. Except, this came from every direction—touching the full ring of her inner walls. Moreover, all of her numbness had vanished.
The difference was like night and day.
Amidst the dance of pain and pleasure, Darkness could now pinpoint each and every little protrusion on the surface of the dildo. With every tiny shift of her hips, and every subtle squeeze of her core, she found herself overrun by the onslaught of tiny beads prodding her fleshy tunnel.
It felt so good that it hurt. And it hurt so good that she could hardly think. It was like she was going crazy.
Darkness had to know what'd been done to her.
Hanging her head down, straining to see past her bosom, she turned her eyes towards the source.
There, she found the sight of her stomach distended out—a thick, rounded form draped beneath the surface, trying to make its shape known. And just beyond this, etched upon her groin, was a strange pink symbol—a complex, curling collection of lines, shaped like a heart.
Darkness just stared in wide-eyed shock.
This body of hers, which she'd rigorously refined into being a righteous and holy protector of peace—this is what had become of it.
Bloated with something obscene, and branded by the enemy… It was downright disgraceful.
Darkness was panting like mad, unable slow her rapid pulse, which was spreading a prickly electricity from her chest out to every one of her extremities.
“This one’s a freebee, but how much do you think a royal’s virginity costs?”
Darkness replied reflexively, “That’s not something to be boug—dghh!”
—Before gasping, the realization coming at a delay. The vulnerable organ in question began to heat up.
“It should be a great fortune, but—”
“You’re gonna sell off my virginity for the cost of lunch!? My purity is going to be stolen away by some desperate bum who’s face I’ll never see again!?”
“How dare you interrupt.”
CRACK!
Against her flesh that was still tender from all the impacts before, oversensitive from both her lingering afterglow and her new affliction, all while she teetered on the edge of yet another release, this single lashing hit Darkness like nothing before.
She didn't stand a chance.
Her back arched what little it could, and her arms flexed, harshly yanking on her shackles.
The machine sprung to life—at first, hesitating, as it struggled against the vice grip of her insides.
But that moment soon passed. Once her grasp slipped—once it broke into just a bit of motion—Darkness fell apart.
She didn’t just scream—she shrieked.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGHH!!!”
The full length of her insides, which warmly housed this monstrous intruder, was scrubbed raw by the studded armada. Masochistic pleasure, like she never could've imagined, swept through her—flooded her. Yet another batch of her fluids were squirted across the floor as her body writhed in orgasm.
Just as this tool was stirring up her guts, it was also managing to grind her brain to mush. Everything turned to a blur as she was caught in a whirlwind—no, a whirlpool. Her mind was caught in a wet, spinning disaster. Every second inside it saw her fighting desperately to retain her sanity.
And before she knew it, it was already over.
Every inch of her body tingled, hot and oversensitive. Her sanity was intact—barely.
She didn't even know how she made it through without falling further. She silently thanked Eris for bestowing her luck.
As her eyes refocused, she realized that, after so long, the mysterious lady was standing before her once again.
“We both know that your physical strength would have never faltered. So why? This is your next question: Why are you halfway down this shaft?"
The grin that her mistress gave was truly devilish.
"Why has an otherwise steadfast warrior chosen to spear herself on such a big. Fat. Cock?” She said, leaning in close to the crusader.
Halfway? Darkness thought, still delirious.
She was only halfway? If that was the case, then she wanted it even deeper.
Every bit of desire pointed towards pleasuring herself further—to ride it. To gather all of her strength and bounce up and down on this monster.
…But it wouldn’t be right. She wouldn’t be satisfied with that. Putting the selfish, animalistic needs of her body before the safety of her friends would ruin any pleasure that could be had.
“You’re no warrior. What are you?” The mistress prodded
The answer came to Darkness naturally.
“I’m a masochistic bitch.”
"That, you are."
SLAP!
Darkness's head snapped to the side. Her cheek burned—for once, the one on her face. The shameful mix of pain and pleasure sending her brain into another confusion spiral.
“But I… I got that right…?”
“And a masochistic bitch deserves a worthy reward, does she not?”
No matter how the mistress spun it, it was obvious to anyone that this was pure torture.
But Darkness wasn't just anyone. She was special. Her answers left a smile on her mistress's face.
She might be the only person for the job.
If that was how things were, then Darkness was ready. If her life from here on out was exactly as her answers suggested, Darkness was ready.
She’d become the lewdest, sexiest onahole at this establishment. She'd make it so the customers wouldn’t even think to lay their hand on any other poor soul caught up in this humiliation.
“Congrats. You’ve earned your freedom.” The lady reached towards Darkness's neck.
There was a small snap, and in the mistress's hand dangled a golden chain.
Her family crest—Darkness realized, wide eyed. Fiery guilt burned through her, but that only caused another spasm in her groin.
Then, her shackles were released. Her hands fell to the tops of her knees, still too shocked to move.
“Let’s give those legs a rest now, shall we?” The mistress walked back to her captor's backside.
The chain connected to Darkness's neck was plucked from its spot. She had only a moment to consider what was about to happen. But by then, it was already upon her.
The chain was yanked—not down, but up.
One split-second of abrupt pressure yanking at the backs of her ankles, before—
SCHLLRK!
The sound of a rugged shape wetly, messily sliding into its sheath, and then—
CLAP!
The sound of her meaty rear landing flat on the ground.
What came after… There was almost nothing to it, only a bright, searing light—pain and pleasure, pride and shame, purity and corruption, all combined into a burning singularity.
A single point, which appeared to have fried her brain.
For a number of seconds, Darkness just sat there, unmoving—the dildo in its entirety filling out her insides, turning her into a lewd looking cocksleeve.
Her mouth stood open, drooling, releasing only strangled gasps and tiny gurgles. Her eyes glazed over with lust, focused on nothing in particular. Her sweat-licked, cherry-red skin shivering idly—randomly. And, beneath her wildly distended stomach and glowing tattoo, her lower lips leaked like a broken faucet. A proper puddle was developing between her thighs.
Darkness had finally been broken.
…Or, at least, that's how it seemed.
“S-Say your prayers. Now that I-I’m free, I shall pay you back tenfold for w-what you’ve done to me and my friends!”
Darkness stated, a deranged smile tugging at the edges of her lips.
It took everything that she had—every morsel of strength, and every shattered fragment of sanity, but she'd endured.
“Oh?” Her mistress said, placing a hand on the chain hanging between them.
Darkness knew what was coming. But yet again, she had no way to fight back—she could only hope to endure again.
Her mistress jumped, swinging her legs up, and sitting on the bar like it was a rope swing. The chain yanked downwards, like the cord of a church bell being tolled.
The dildo began to rotate, and—
“What the hell is wrong with you!?
Someone was shouting. “It’s the middle of the night! People are trying to sleep!”
Darkness jolted awake. Blinking rapidly, she tried to regain her bearings.
Looking around, this was… her room? And the person yelling at her, standing right in her doorway, was… Kazuma?
Recalling the memories of where she thought she was—where she'd been just moments before—a deep blush heated her face.
Kazuma wasn't blind to this, “Wait, don’t tell me those screams were…”
“H-How could you suggest such a thing!? I’m a noble, pureheart—”
“S-Sorry to intrude! Bye!”
Interrupting Darkness’s soon-to-be unshakable defense was a petite bat-winged girl appearing beside her bed—who then immediately flew out of her window.
Kazuma’s expression darkened, recognizing the succubus shop employee immediately.
“‘Pure?’ You filthy aristocrat, I can’t believe you! Spending your people’s tax dollars on degenerate sex fantasies? You’re just like the rest of them!”
“NOOO!!!”
Kazuma’s berating only continued.
Ahead of Darkness laid one long sleepless night, and not at all in the way she wished.