First Bad Ending Collection (2)
Afterward, Anna headed straight for the apprentice priests' lounge.
She knocked four times in steady rhythm, waited a moment, then opened the door. The room was pitch dark. Thick black curtains blocked every window, and the lights were off. But to Anna, it was clearer than if the fluorescents were blazing. This was a symptom of her emerging apostleship.
Over the past year of endless bloodsucking from her master, she'd gradually turned into his kin, inheriting some vampiric traits. Her already alluring looks and body had grown even more seductive, her skin turning porcelain-smooth and glossy like a child's. All thanks to that.
"Master."
The vampire slave in saintess's guise called out to her master in a melting, coquettish voice.
In the back, on a chair, sat Michael—blond, handsome, but with an ominous air. Apprentice priest and vice president of the society. A naked female student straddled his lap.
The girl on top of Michael bucked her hips up and down relentlessly, moaning thick and loud. The sound could reach outside, but soundproofing runes etched in the room prevented that.
"I've finished my task and returned."
"How'd it go? Any promising freshmen?"
"No. All trash. None worthy of you, Master."
Her earlier speech to the new students rang hollow now as she spat venom. It stemmed from jealousy, too—not wanting anyone stealing her place at his side.
Over the past year, Anna—the saintess reborn with a radiant soul—had plummeted endlessly. Her true nature was no longer noble.
After killing Kyle on Michael's orders, her soul shattered. Michael was a monster of depravity. He'd noticed her torment and deliberately loosened her mental bonds. In rare moments of clarity, she'd drown in self-loathing and despair over her crimes.
Exhausted by the agony, she'd chosen escape. Total submission to Michael. Forgetting what she'd once pursued, who she'd been.
That was the Anna now. Unlike the female student riding him or the near-naked women lining the walls like decorations—nipples and clits pierced, garter belts and stockings their only cover—she wasn't brainwashed.
The apprentice priest society—roughly the academy's student council—was in truth Michael's harem of flesh toilets and sex slaves. But while its members were puppets enthralled by his powerful hypnosis, forced into service, Anna was different.
She'd lured in promising, capable girls one by one, using her prestige and their trust, offering them to her master. All in full awareness. She'd hesitated at first, but grew eager. The more she followed him down this opposite path, denying her past self, the fainter her guilt grew.
"Then it's time to target the instructors. Necessary to take over this academy anyway."
"That's fine, but Master...♥"
Anna's face flushed with affectionate lust as she licked her lips seductively.
She shrugged off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse to bare her breasts with silver rings pierced through the nipples, then hiked her skirt to reveal her steaming, sopping crotch.
"When will you punish this immature slave's pussy hole? Seeing you fuck other slaves, it drools uncontrollably, staining the floor like a clueless bitch...♥"
"We did it before school, and you're horny again already?"
"Yesss♥ These crude toys can't satisfy me at all♥ Of course—my naughty pussy was tamed by your discipline, Master♥"
Her nipples perked stiff as she wheedled. Michael smirked, pleased.
"Fine. Remove the objects from your two holes without using your hands, and I'll allow service."
"Ah♥ Really? Understood—right away♥"
With a groan, Anna tensed her lower belly, straining to expel the intruders.
"Nngh...♥ Get out of my pussy and ass♥ That's Master's spot now♥ Out♥ Out♥ Oooh...♥"
Pop. A small fart escaped as the anal plug slowly pushed free and dropped. Thick white fluid bubbled from the gaping hole—morning cum mixed with her juices, finally released.
"Haaah♥ Pussy next. Just a bit more♥"
She grunted again, bearing down. No trace of the dignified class rep who'd just addressed the freshmen. Just a pathetic, lowly slave.
Anyone who knew her usual self would be shocked. But this was the real Anna now. Her true, unfeigned face. The end awaiting a virgin saintess who'd fallen to a vampire's schemes.
"Ugh♥ Won't come out... Let go, you stupid pussy! Dumb cunt! Master's cock is right there—the thick one you serve! Any rod will do?! You filthy rag pussy!"
She berated herself viciously. Pride, self-esteem—gone from this Anna. Shattered after killing Kyle and endless regret. Now, she relished the masochistic thrill, trampling herself freely.
"Ughhh...♥ Even begging won't work? What a worthless pussy. Fine, then—"
She bent over a nearby table, aligning her pussy with the edge and hooking the dildo's base to force it out.
"Heave-ho♥ Heave-ho♥ Come on out, dildo-sama♥ Can't hug Master like this? Useless to him? So saaaad♥"
"Hurry up. You're dirtying the floor with your bitch juices."
Michael mocked her pathetic display with a chuckle.
"Ah, yes! Right away! Quick, quick♥"
Unlike the plug, the dildo wouldn't budge. Deeply embedded, its curve hooked inside like a barb. Oblivious, Anna grew frantic, tears welling.
"Why won't it come... Can't get cock from Master... Can't serve... Useless slave... No reason to live... Nooo..."
"If you can't, borrow someone else's hands. Anyone but yours."
"Huh? Really? Got it!"
Her face lit up at the unexpected mercy. She turned to the other priest society executives—women frozen with rigid, artificial smiles, hands clasped at their navels.
Approaching one, Anna pleaded desperately.
"Hey, hey—pull this out of my pussy? Don't ignore me. Just a tug. Pleeease♥"
She lifted one leg high, displaying her dripping hole. No response.
"Why ignore me? Jealous I get cock? I brought you all to Master... Without my tricks, you wouldn't be here. Sure, he chose you, but repay me! Pull it out!"
She snapped, but still nothing.
"Enough. I've enjoyed the show."
A voice from right behind. Startled, she turned—Master stood inches away. His sharp fangs plunged into her nape without warning.
"Ohoooo♥ Eheheheeeek♥"
Squirt. Pussy juice erupted violently. The momentum dislodged the stubborn dildo, sending it clattering to the floor.
Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Anna's eyes half-lidded as she squirted and bled from her nose.
Repeated bloodsucking had infused her with pleasure factors. For a vampire slave, being drained felt dozens of times more intense than clit-rubbing. Weak hearts would stop from orgasm alone.
And Anna? A year of constant drainings and infusions. Offering blood to Michael was joy beyond sex.
"Oooohguuuh...♥ So gooood...♥"
Her legs buckled, but she endured, gritting her teeth. Sloppy posture would end the feeding. Priority: satisfy Master with ample blood. Even if ecstasy triggered heart failure.
A slave's duty.
"Your blood tastes incomparable to the trash, Anna."
"Th-thank you, Master♥"
His stroking hand and whisper melted her brain. Her face slackened in bliss.
Aah♥ So glad I killed Kyle♥
Why'd I hesitate? Knowing these happy days awaited, I'd have beaten him to death a thousand times.
That brat—ill-tempered, ill-mannered, tiny dick. This man is my lord. Michael, my savior.
I'll serve you, my Messiah. As saintess—no, saintess sex slave.
"What're you spacing out for? Not even prepping to serve."
Michael shoved her roughly onto the table.
"Ah♥ Sorry♥ Was just worshipping you in my heart♥"
"Worship? I'm a vampire. Think that's what I want? Obey me—that's all."
"Yes! I'll obey! Die if you say, offer anything—friends, family, body, soul. All♥"
"No need to state the obvious!"
He thrust his cock into her pussy. The thick shaft stretched her wide, plunging deep. Anna wailed in rapture.
The fate of a heroine vulgarized by vampire corruption. The fallen saintess's defiled end.