Saintess Training (2)
I brought Anna back to the mansion. I ordered the maids to wash her, do her makeup, and then bring her to the training room.
The training room was a dimly lit chamber located in the basement of the mansion. It had originally been used as a torture chamber, it seemed. There was a separate area that looked like a prison cell, divided off by iron-barred doors, and the walls were lined with all sorts of sinister-looking tools. But since I didn't really need any of that, I had the maids clear it all out and replace it with the items I'd specified. The result was a space that now felt somewhat brighter and more cheerful.
"Hnggggh...♥"
A bizarre feminine moan echoed through the basement. Beneath the soft orange glow of the ceiling lights, a naked girl lay prone on the floor, her face contorted as she twitched the wrinkles of her rear entrance.
A massive, perfectly round extra-large anal bead was lodged halfway in her anus, stuck fast.
"Ugggghhh...♥"
Anna gritted her teeth and strained with all her might to push out the giant bead embedded in her ass. It actually started to work—the bead began inching its way out bit by bit. I watched the spectacle from right behind her with great amusement, but I realized if I didn't intervene soon, all my hard work shoving it in would go to waste. So I grabbed the end of the anal bead and rammed it back in with full force.
"Hgiiik?!"
Anna's eyes flew wide in shock as the bead she'd barely managed to expel started sliding back inside. I yanked her plump, soft ass cheeks apart, stretching her hole wide, and shoved the beads in one after another. The virgin-tight entrance that had once struggled even with a single pinky finger was now gaping wide from the relentless pounding of the extra-large beads, greedily swallowing each one with wet, slurping sounds.
"Hngot♥ Hook♥"
Every time a bead sank in, Anna screamed and jerked her body in spasms. Her pussy sprayed pussy juice like a broken sprinkler at irregular intervals. It was because of the suggestion implanted in her: all sensations, including pain, convert to pleasure.
"There we go—now you've got a cute little tail."
I murmured in satisfaction after stuffing the last bead in, admiring her stretched-open asshole. The end of the anal beads was a fluffy black tail. It didn't quite match her red hair or her near-rose-pink pubic hair, but I hadn't asked the maids for that level of detail. It actually suited her in its own way.
"Next up, these and these."
I picked up the items the maids had prepared from the wall rack. An electric dildo roughly the same size as my cock, and a set of various piercings.
"Hah... haa?"
Anna turned to look, her pupils trembling in terror. Even in her brainwashed state, where her sense of self was dimmed, she could still feel emotions? What a shame. Because this was only the beginning. The night was long. And I had no intention of sending Anna back.
The next day, I woke up around noon, when the sun was high in the sky. It was too late to even call it tardiness. Everyone else was probably finishing lunch by now. Not that it mattered—I'd already decided to skip school today. I'd even told the maids not to wake me. And not to go to school either.
"Nng... nnng...♥"
There was constant rustling beside me. I lifted the covers to reveal Anna curled up in a pitiful state.
Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, her mouth gagged with a ball gag. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back with black leather restraints, and her legs were encased in a one-piece stocking that prevented her from spreading them more than a certain distance. It was clothing designed solely to severely restrict the wearer's movements. And crucially, it left all the parts that needed covering completely exposed: her breasts, pussy, ass, and parts of her thighs.
"Suits you perfectly."
I murmured as I toyed with the piercing in her ear. I'd pierced not just her ears, but her tongue, nipples, navel, and the edges of her labia minora with silver rings. To give off a decadent vibe. I'd also added a collar and tattoos—on her lower abdomen near the groin and around her hips. Since Anna was the reincarnation of a saintess, I'd gone for a demonic worship aesthetic, something wicked and profane. That felt more blasphemous. Though, thanks to my lacking sense of aesthetics, it ended up looking like a generic pubic tattoo. It used glow-in-the-dark paint that shone pink in the dark, but otherwise, it was purely decorative with no special functions. Oh, and one more thing: I'd shaved her pubic hair completely. I prefer bald pussy, so I'd applied the gel myself and razored it smooth. Now it was as bald and smooth as a little girl's.
"Mmmph...♥"
Anna drooled profusely through the gaps around her gag, moaning softly. Between her legs, the electric dildo and anal beads I'd left on before bed were still buzzing away diligently.
"Ugh... sour smell."
Looks like laying down thick sheets underneath had been the right call. Her lower body was soaked from a night of intense play, leaving wet stains everywhere.
"This won't do. Time for a bath."
I clapped my hands to summon one of the maids standing silently by. "Give her a wash and bring her back. Try not to mess with the outfit if possible. Oh, you can remove the restraints."
The maids nodded and helped Anna out. I ordered the remaining maids to prepare breakfast-slash-lunch. As I ate the sandwiches they brought, the maids returned with a freshly cleaned Anna.
"Now that we've eaten, let's take a walk to aid digestion."
I approached Anna, who was fidgeting nervously, and smacked her ass. Her vision blocked by the blindfold, she hadn't noticed me coming and twisted her waist sharply at the sudden impact, squirting fluids up and down.
"Uuuunght♥"
"Anna, follow me. On all fours."
Still lost in the afterglow of her climax, Anna stood dazed for a moment before dropping to her hands and knees and crawling after me. Despite the blindfold, she followed surprisingly well—even after a sleepless night of writhing in pleasure. Maybe it was her training as a combat priestess.
"You know that? All the maids following behind us right now can see every bit of your slutty display. They're academy students too. About your age."
The last part was a lie. I had no idea where these maids ranked at the academy. It was the original Michael who'd turned them into slaves before I possessed him. But the ploy worked—Anna's movements visibly slowed. She was hesitating from the shame.
"But don't worry. They're actually jealous of you. You're the only one who gets this special treatment from me, Anna. To me, you're different from the others."
I stroked her cheek as I spoke. Anna lifted her head toward me. I couldn't see her expression through the blindfold, but I could clearly sense it stemmed from some budding affection.
"Uwaa...♥"
After our walk, back in the room, I had the maids draw all the curtains, plunging the space into darkness, then turn on dim mood lighting to illuminate the bed. I laid Anna on the bed and removed her blindfold and gag. The gag looked flat on the outside but curved long and phallic on the inside. Its rubber surface was drenched in saliva.
Lying demurely on the bed with her hands clasped together like in prayer, Anna gazed up at me. She seemed so obedient now, but it was all thanks to the brainwashing. If I released the mental chains, she'd try to kill me in an instant, shuddering at the horrific things done to her body overnight. But as long as I kept the brainwashing in place, that would never happen. It was all an illusion, after all. This girl, this world, even love itself. Someone with Anna's potential could shatter the illusion and escape. But if that was the case...
All I had to do was make her never want to wake from the dream.
"Anna. From now on, you're my bride."
I gently kneaded her cheek as I spoke. Luckily, Michael was drop-dead gorgeous. Not just handsome, but the chiseled, broad-shouldered type with a seductive allure women adored. And according to the story's lore, vampires as powerful as Michael exhaled pheromones that seduced the mind as naturally as breathing. Even priestesses who'd honed their mental fortitude for years at the academy couldn't resist. Anna's willpower was far stronger, but under brainwashing, her resistance was effectively zero. Proof? Despite the nonstop abuse, she gazed up at me—at Michael—with worshipful eyes.
I slowly pulled the dildo out of her pussy.
"Haaah...♥"
As the glans finally emerged, the pent-up juices gushed out like water from a burst dam, soaking the sheets below. Her gaping hole twitched hungrily, as if anticipating something.
"You might get pregnant. From now on, I'm going to fill your pussy to the brim with my cum."
As I pressed down on her belly and said that, Anna's face flushed with deep arousal. She swallowed hard, and even more nectar leaked from between her legs.
"Exciting, isn't it?"
"Yes... Master...♥"
The saintess's reincarnation answered in a voice thick with honeyed submission.
