The Princess's Dedicated Sex Maid
At some point, the princess had transformed from a wicked mistress wielding her dark slave into a full-fledged erotic film director, forcing even lewder poses and outfits on her star.
At first, she'd only shot with the sexy maid bikini Kaldir was already wearing, but now she was swapping outfits nonstop, throwing herself into producing a full photobook.
"Hey, I said make those slutty sounds for the video, not just the photos?"
"Y-yaong... Yaong... My name is M-Maki... I'm the female cat who serves Atlantia's sexual needs..."
Outfits they'd tried before—like the string bodysuit and bunny girl getup—returned to the stage, joined by new ones never tested: cat costumes paired with cow-print bras, and more.
And that was hardly the end of it. The director, brimming with affection for her creation, deemed a single camera insufficient to capture every lewd angle of her little Maki. She even hauled in extra gear.
"Hmm... Just swapping the battery isn't enough. Look, the memory's already full. Just like Maki's pussy, stuffed to bursting with the cum I pumped into her."
"H-haaang... The gift you gave me, Mistress... It's still sloshing around deep inside me... ♥"
The original camera had already burned through most of its memory filming the chain of events from Saturday night to Sunday dawn—the maids' and ladies' mass heat, their affairs, the orgy party—as they wandered the palace. Eventually, fresh cameras became essential.
In that sense, as the princess noted, Kaldir's pussy and a camera's memory card had something in common. A full card could simply be swapped out, but Kaldir couldn't scrape out the unpleasant cum churning inside her without the princess's permission—that was the difference.
To prove her faithful obedience, Kaldir spread the lips of her cum-filled pussy with her fingers in every position, ensuring it was perfectly framed.
Permission to dig it out herself came only during masturbation scenes. Trading shame for a chance to clean the filth—whether that was a good deal or not was debatable.
"N-now... I'll show everyone how I scrape out the cum inside me in this pose... Please watch till the end!"
After hours of shooting, Kaldir acted like it was routine. Ignoring the cameras capturing her shame from every angle, she plunged her fingers deep, pumping like a well bucket to drag out the thick white fluid.
It's not even from cumming... just scraping out the cum makes me feel it... That's gotta stay a secret from Mistress... ♥ Kaldir thought as she stirred the dried, crusty load from her pussy. But the princess noticed, watching Kaldir's eyelids flutter and eyes roll back.
Aaaang ♥ No, hate it... Cumming again just from scraping out the cum... Kaldir's juices mixed in, diluting the sticky fluid's milky opacity until it was visible. No other bitch forced into 19+ porn shoots and videos would climax live like this, maybe ever.
If masochistic sluts like her existed more than one in the universe, it deserved divine judgment—wiped clean like Sodom and Gomorrah, mad with lust. The problem? That's the universe she wanted. Its destruction would be a disaster.
"Cumming mid-shoot again? So unprofessional. How many times is this? Even pros can't fake orgasms like you."
Twitching... Maki collapsed on the bed, tears streaming from the joy of her bitch-high, her lower mouth still spewing cum. Sure, this was real, not acting—but any performer who could fake it would be the greatest actor in cosmic history.
"Come here and cuddle up to me now. Time for couple shots."
Click, click. After another masturbation video session came the couple photos. The princess stripped Kaldir bare, then herself, pressing her tits to Kaldir's back, twirling her nipples... all synced to the camera timers.
"Aaaang... My nipples are so sensitive... If you twist them while shooting... I'll cum right away..."
"I should've been more considerate of my Maki. Sorry for being such a rough mistress... When you're an incurable maso bitch who blacks out from just having her nipples yanked like this!"
The princess yanked Kaldir's nipples to their limit in a sneak attack. Kaldir exploded with pussy juice and milk, climaxing spectacularly before ten-plus cameras. It was so intense, you worried it'd splash and fry the lenses.
Some cameras, on timer, caught only stills. Others recorded audio too—and the obscene sounds didn't faze Kaldir's orgasm one bit.
Beep-beep... Bzzt... Odd mechanical noises erupted—not normal for cameras. Kaldir was too busy cumming, the princess too busy playing with her toy to notice. But it matched the sound Aurora made hacking major powers' warp gates and servers.
Even ironclad top-secret systems fell to Aurora like automatic doors. Seizing camera controls—even offline ones—was trivial.
Seems the second mistress planned to lock in her bitch's job as the princess's sex maid with blackmail vids and pics. Non-cooperative? She'd drip candle wax for a magic circle to dull her senses and force compliance.
"Keep teasing like that, and I'll make your body feel nothing anymore?"
"Aaaang... A life without feeling... Unimaginable... Like this, legs split wide... Is that good?"
Thanks to that, I stockpiled blackmail material to shove at the head bitch too—not bad at all. Damn, that flexibility—legs at 90 degrees. Pounding that soft, bendy body mercilessly would be rewarding... but not the time.
Aurora trimmed the memory on her seized cameras, refocusing. After "properly handling" Kanelrian, she and Plang strolled hand-in-hand into Kaldir's planetary fortress like nothing happened, sisterly as ever.
"Plang! What took you so long? You said it wouldn't be much!"
"We told you to bring souvenirs... You didn't come empty-handed, right?"
"Hehehe! Sorry, kids~ That's why I brought tons! You think I'd wander for days and show up empty?"
Plang, ever the bright child, dashed to the welcoming kids despite the ordeals with Aurora. Sigh... Bouncing back that fast, living without a care... Kinda enviable, in a way.
As Aurora watched from a few steps away, Plang revealed baskets overflowing with snacks in her formerly empty hands, meeting the kids' expectations. She'd muttered during their travels, "Oh, that snack shop. I'll borrow some later." Kids loved it—no need to be strict.
Aurora turned from Plang and the kids toward Colonel Astra's office. Unlike the jobless kids waiting daily, the colonel managed hundreds of thousands of lives—couldn't greet every morning. Time to visit her.
"Wh-what? Finally here? Did you meet Kaldir?"
"Yes... We did, but Mistress said it'll take a few more days. Plang and I helped with her work, that's why we're late."
"Ah, Plang's back too. Probably playing with the kids now?"
The colonel, awkward at first in this first chat in days, soon set aside her paperwork, firing questions. She hid disappointment at Kaldir's delay, but for Aurora—who'd bowed deeply to Kaldir—it was unavoidable.
Hmm, can't spill everything here. Aurora itched to blab where her adoptive daughter was and what she was doing but held back.
She'd learn eventually—no need for shock now. Still... Better tell Shuga, Kaldir's childhood friend. I have evidence, but summarize to soften the blow...
"What! Aurora and Plang are back from seeing Kaldir? Where?!"
"Sh-Shuga... You're bleeding... You sure you're okay to meet anyone like that...?"
Crash! Ignoring pleas to rest, Shuga bolted toward where the androids might be—blindly, really. And in one hand? A cutter knife, oddly.
"No, Shuga... Did you harm yourself thinking of our head bitch—er, Mistress... again?"
"Forget that! Spill on Kaldir! I need to know why she's so late and what she's doing!"
Shuga, who'd hidden in corners cutting her wrists or strangling herself with rope thinking of Kaldir till the androids returned, pressed Aurora red-eyed.
Skip a detail, and she'll pounce. Deciding shock therapy was best, Aurora spilled everything from start to finish. Well? Shuga's reaction to her 15-year childhood friend's virginity stolen by some unknown bitch...?
"Uwaaaaaah! Kaldir! You're mine! I waited days, trusting you... And you... You betray me like thiiiis?!"
Shuga clutched her kitchen knife through Aurora's tale, then hurled it away, howling madly. She yearned to thrash the insolent Atlantia who invaded "her territory" and the faithless Kaldir... but without Aurora, she couldn't reach her.
Pathetic—unable to go alone or even warn her. Wait till she returns... and kill her? If Kaldir was another bitch's now, slay them together—ensure she belonged to no one forever.
Yeah... No law says I must love the living. No need to cling to living Kaldir. Kill that wench, stop her tail-wagging for others... Problem solved.
Aurora gazed down at Shuga, teetering from self-harm to necrophilia, with a complicated expression. This is why mediating between second mistress and Shuga was impossible.
'No matter Shuga's rage, the princess took her virginity and enslaved her—fact.'
Indeed. No matter her fury here, light-years from Earth, Kaldir's marriage-job as the princess's sex maid was set. She couldn't even stop the porn shoots from afar.
Rage all she wanted—nothing changed. Her 15-year friend, now another's property, wouldn't return to Shuga's arms. Right? If not for Shuga awakening some power in her fury, Aurora's guess would've held. It would've.