The Princess's Exclusive Sex Maid: Chapter 56 (END)
In a back-alley brothel shrouded in darkness. Or, to put it more precisely, Kanelrian—who had thought all her circuits had burned out permanently from the EMP grenade exploding inside her pussy just as she climaxed—opened her eyes again to find herself in such a place.
When Aurora had stuffed her mouth shut, she at least had the wits to wonder where she was, who this woman was, why she was here... But now, barely clinging to life, she didn't have the mental energy for questions.
"Ora! Look at this bitch! What the hell are you doing, not squeezing that pussy hole tighter? You wanna get dumped back in that alley where we found you?"
"Ugh... ugh... ugh... Please... stop... already... mercy... please..."
"Oh ho, this slut's rolling her eyes and glaring at me now?!"
She was stripped naked and getting her ass pounded in turns by burly strangers. Ugh... it hurts... feels... nothing... good... no lube coming from my pussy... this isn't sex, it's torture... Even her mechanical body struggled against the relentless storm of thrusts from these underworld thugs.
According to Aurora, the EMP must have detonated inside her, which should have rendered a civilian android like her completely inoperable. So was escaping the scrap heap and waking up like this fortune or misfortune?
Even if she'd woken up fully stripped, it might have been "fortune" if it weren't in a brothel lined with hulking men waiting their turn... But Kanelrian's current fate was truly the worst of the worst.
Slap! Aaah! For some reason, as she took cocks into her pussy parts that no longer secreted fluids, Kanelrian kept thinking nonstop. Getting slapped across the face by the man pounding her from behind for "glaring." She tried to piece together what had happened while she'd blacked out from the EMP, but the circumstantial evidence in her grasp was far too scant.
"This bitch really isn't getting wet at all... You wanna keep your purity or some shit? Well, we've got ways around that! You ain't one of us if you don't know about this these days!"
"Hey, that's expensive stuff, a legit product we're selling—sure we should use it here?"
"What choice we got? Besides, this ain't the premium batch we scored back then; it's a knockoff! Not as good, but the effects are killer!"
"Knockoff, huh? Fine, whatever. You fucking bastard, you only mention that now? Trying to hog all the fun for yourself?"
The men chattered noisily as they shoved the drug dubbed Kaldir Cocktail into her ass, forcing her into heat before resuming their brutal pounding. This made it impossible for Kanelrian to form any proper guesses.
"Ugh, ugh... haaah... kuhhh... nngh... nooo... let... me... gooo..."
"Check this slut out! Voice goes all slutty the second the drug hits!"
Watching her screams turn to moans after the forced injection, the underworld men hooted and hollered. In this situation, Kanelrian could do nothing. She just silently prayed for someone—anyone—to save her, shedding tears of sorrow with vacant eyes.
This... doesn't... feel good... it's just... agony... aaahhn! Kanelrian bit her lip hard, thinking overt moans would taint her soul, desperately holding them back. But soon enough, she found herself atop one of the men, riding him and shaking her hips on her own.
Was this the price for a robot developing lesbian tendencies and falling for a kingdom's princess? Or payback for threatening that girl with a knife?
Sold to a brothel, living day by day offering her holes to men. That was the "fitting end" Aurora had prepared for her. Detonating the EMP in her pussy was just a ploy to knock her out temporarily. Aurora had personally repaired the damage she'd caused, then sold her off and bolted.
A close inspection of Kanelrian's body revealed Aurora hadn't just fixed the EMP damage. Her B-cup breasts had ballooned fourfold; her ass was bigger, fattier, perfect for pounding. All "gifts" from Aurora.
Well, thanks to that, the men enjoyed gangbanging her all the more—so maybe they were the real beneficiaries of Aurora's "gifts." But who cared? What could a brothel whore do about it?
If she'd kept her defiant knife-to-the-throat stance toward her mistress, fine. But leaving a potential romantic rival alive was too risky... Under that judgment, Aurora had executed "capital punishment" on Kanelrian. She would never escape that brothel on her own.
"Hey! My turn next! Move it!"
"The hell? It's my turn! I haven't even gotten one go in that hole yet—I've earned it!"
Having paid Aurora handsomely for this find in the alley, the men bickered over who went first. They compromised by forcing Kanelrian into reverse cowgirl, stuffing cocks into her front pussy, rear pussy, mouth, and even gripping two more with her hands—five at a time to clear the line faster.
"Mmmph! Gaaahk! Tastes... awful!"
"Spitting out my precious cum like that? You ungrateful bitch!"
Slap! Slap! Every time she couldn't keep up, punishment rained down on Kanelrian without fail. But... even doped on aphrodisiacs and under threat of death, this was too cruel for someone innately lesbian.
The situation was so brutal she even wondered if it was a dream, not reality. Yeah, a nightmare that'll end when I open my eyes. Just a bad dream.
If it was truly a nightmare, she decided not to question why she couldn't wake. Instead, to preserve her self, she repeated inwardly: My name is Kanelrian Ruby! Proud close maid to Princess Atlantia!
Think. Keep thinking. Don't stop. That way, I won't lose myself. I'm no mere scrap heap. No matter the hardship, I'll return to the Princess.
"But this thing's gotta be sold eventually—ain't gangbanging it like this gonna hurt resale? It even has an imperial mark."
"What? Imperial mark? Where?"
The man gleefully using her mouth suddenly recalled the mark proving imperial ownership. The one pounding her ass scowled and asked back, soon spotting the nape mark hidden by her red wavy hair.
"Who gives a shit! How many virgins you think are left in this market? We gotta have our fun before selling!"
The scowling man, puffed up with visions of reselling an imperial item for way more than he'd paid, resumed thrusting vigorously.
From their talk and actions, they'd have their fill of her before flipping to some big buyer. As for her lost virginity from their brutal training? They'd either reconstruct it surgically or brazenly claim, "Wasn't a virgin when we found her. Whatever!"
Overwhelmed by their shamelessness, Kanelrian blacked out. Even unconscious, they couldn't restrain their violence: gut-punching, whipping, branding her back with a hot iron for a slave mark, raping her savagely.
Sssizzle... The same mark searing into Kaldir's back—a slave seal. The only difference? Kaldir's was the seal reserved for imperial-owned flesh slaves.
"Hahaah... haa... hot... feels... so... gooood..."
"Crazy bitch, you flinched at wax drips, but you love hot irons? What the hell?"
Around then, the Princess had gotten the Emperor's advice: "If you're making her a slave anyway, why not brand her with a slave seal everyone can recognize?" More definitive than uterus tattoos or nipple piercings, she'd personally seared it into Kaldir's back.
Kaldir smiling ecstatically through the agony contrasted beautifully with Kanelrian, forcibly branded unconscious after rape.
One chose slavery willingly; the other fought to preserve her ego even in defeat. That distinguished them.
"You're awake? Then get that cock deep and suck it good! Ain't got time for your lazy ass!"
"Aaah! Sorry... my fault... I'll suck cock properly... please don't hit me!"
"Don't hit you? So slicing your throat's fine?"
Forced awake by water splashed on her face, Kanelrian clasped her hands, begging the man pressing a laser sword to her neck for mercy. Submission under death threat, in the end.
Choosing survival—to return to the Princess someday—over dog death. So... not because I want your cocks... no...!
"Sob sob... don't kill me... I wanna live..."
"Then service properly and prove your worth!"
No matter how she deluded herself she wasn't like masochistic bitch Kaldir, it changed nothing about her pathetic lot. Meaningless. Weeping pitifully, Kanelrian lavished the men's cocks with devoted care, evolving into a perfect whore...
"Note says she was a lesbian originally... So we're the benefactors guiding her to the right path with cock?"
"Hahaha! Guess so? Got it? We're busy big bros making time to teach you cock's true flavor... So work that tongue faster! Serve right! Unless you wanna die... kehhehehe..."
Aurora's note called this "corrective rape" for a lesbian. In that sense, the men truly believed they bestowed grace upon her.
"With these skills, we can sell high, right? Imperial mark—ask for ten times what we paid? Time to cash out and bounce."
"Yeah. Gotta get retirement funds. Billeneuve's muscling into our biz openly; too risky to stick around."
"Agreed. One last job, then out."
With some leisure, excluding Kanelrian, their chatter revealed high nobles pushing Kaldir Cocktail into the underworld mafia's holy turf.
Even law-breaking criminals couldn't fathom the top 1%'s power holding 99% of wealth. Clashing head-on was suicide, so bailing after this made sense.
Whether they should spill that in front of her... who cared? She couldn't escape or tell anyone.
Pri... Princess... save me... please... If you can't... I... I'll survive alone... Stay safe till then... with that girl too...
And so Kanelrian's tale ends. Fitting for a side character, neither protagonist nor main heroine. Slurp slurp slurp, so good. Aurora's munching—bought with the money from selling her—rang especially loud today.