The Final Mission
Rose's face was already drenched in tears. Part of it was the unbearable pain from the whip, but perhaps because this was a woman's body, no matter how hard she tried to hold them back, the tears spilled out uncontrollably against her will. Before her possession, when she had been a man, she used to feel flustered and helpless whenever a woman cried. But the head maid was completely different. The more tears flowed from Rose's eyes and the more violently she writhed in agony, the more ecstasy Emma seemed to feel—sometimes even appearing to reach orgasm from it.
The men in the casino were the same. They felt no pity for her. Rose's tears were proof of their victory, and the more she cried beneath their hands, the deeper their sense of conquest grew. Rose had no one to rely on. She could only endure these trials alone and wait for the day she would break free from the contract and exact her revenge.
Rose stretched one hand forward. Like a four-legged beast. She crawled like the sow, the bitch they called her, hips swaying as if wagging a tail. But inside her head, rage burned white-hot.
"That's not the way."
When Rose turned toward the maid playing the role of master, Emma seized her collar and yanked it.
"Master has not yet called for you. You must act charming enough to make him want to bestow his grace."
Emma dragged Rose by the collar, forcing her to circle the room. She stopped when Rose's back faced the master—when her ass was completely exposed. Then she lifted the tail that had been covering her crotch. Not only the plug buried in her rear hole but also her glistening, dripping slit was laid bare.
"Now, dance for Master."
The maid acting as master watched Rose's hips with an expressionless face. Rose's cheeks burned with fierce shame. But Emma's patience was short.
Smack—!
The instant Rose hesitated, the whip cracked across her back. Her writhing body looked exactly like a woman shaking her hips to seduce a man.
"Spread yourself now and beg for Master's grace."
"Ugh... fuck..."
Rose pressed her forehead to the floor and cursed, but her pain-scored body obeyed. She lifted her hips toward the master, spread her own slit with two fingers, and a thick stream of nectar slid down her thighs.
"...Master, please... fill me."
Emma watched the display with satisfaction before finally leading Rose before the master. What she expected from Rose was obvious.
"Kneel before Master and look up at him with reverence."
Rose obeyed. She knelt before the dildo and stared up at the maid playing master—not with reverence, but with pure hatred. The dildo dangled right before her nose, dripping with an unknown aphrodisiac.
"Hands behind your back. Spread your legs wide so Master can see everything. That is the proper posture for a female."
Following Emma's orders left her breasts and crotch utterly defenseless.
"Now, begin your service."
Revulsion filled her, but Rose had no choice but to take the dildo into her mouth. The sweet scent that made her tongue tingle flooded her mind in an instant. It was unmistakably Succubus Blood. An ordinary woman would have already fallen into depravity and become a bitch from this dose, but because Rose was a legendary figure, she could endure it—though her sensitivity rose sharply. She had no idea what would happen if this continued.
With an anxious heart, Rose slowly licked the dildo and moved her head. It was still better than being forcibly used by men.
"Take it to the back of your throat. Suck with devotion. Then Master will praise you."
Rose looked up at the maid playing master. The woman simply stared down at her with a blank face and did not move.
"Uup!"
At that moment Emma spread Rose's slit and began rubbing her clitoris.
"Continue. Master may find you adorable while you service him, so you must fulfill your duty even in the midst of pleasure."
Emma's skilled fingers instantly swelled Rose's clitoris and drove her toward climax. With her breasts and crotch exposed, her mind hazy from the aphrodisiac, Rose began to be ruled by the pleasure flooding her body. Her rebellious spirit faded more with every second. As her body opened, the thought that she wished this moment would last forever grew stronger—until she squirted again and came hard.
"Hyaah... huuk!"
Her voice grew increasingly lewd, like that of a whore.
"Oh, this is quite the spectacle."
The sudden male voice made Rose flinch and try to cover herself. All the maids, Emma included, bowed respectfully to the man. It was Mateo.
"You bastard..."
From the intrigued way he looked down at her, Rose realized this had all been his plan.
"This wasn't in the contract. This is a breach."
"I have no idea what you mean. What exactly are you referring to?"
"Your subordinates..."
Rose couldn't finish. She couldn't bring herself to say she was being trained.
"To think the great Rose Black harbored such sexual tastes. Might I join in?"
"Bullshit! Hiiik!"
The moment Rose resisted, the whip struck her ass. As if reminding her of her place, it fell again and again on her buttocks, waist, and breasts. Just before she lost her mind from the pain, the whipping stopped.
"Your answer was incorrect," Emma said in a dry voice, as though the lashes had been nothing at all.
Trembling, Rose looked up at Mateo. He dismissed the maids and arrogantly seated himself on the master's chair. Rose slowly turned, lay flat on the floor as she had practiced, and raised her hips toward him. Then she used both hands to spread her own slit, exposing her inner flesh.
"...Master... please fill me."
"Kukuku... Hahaha!"
Mateo laughed with delight at the sight. He approached slowly, gently stroking the slit she held open before pushing a finger into her hole.
"Very tight and warm. If I put my cock in this hole I doubt I'd last even a few minutes. However..."
Mateo spoke in an exaggeratedly regretful tone.
"She doesn't seem ready yet. Emma, more education appears necessary."
"I apologize, Master. I will gladly accept any punishment. But could you delay it slightly and grant me time to further educate this lowly bitch?"
At Emma's answer, Mateo sat back with a satisfied expression. The other maids approached Rose carrying restraint devices.
"W-wait! I did everything you asked! What did I do wrong?!"
Rose was already exhausted. She crawled toward Mateo on all fours. She spread her own legs, exposing her crotch to him, and opened her slit with her fingers.
"M-Master, I need your grace. Please use me."
Mateo smiled faintly, but his arrogant posture—chin propped on his hand as he looked down at her—never changed.
"No! Please stop! You bastards! I'll kill every last one of you!"
The maids subdued the struggling Rose, pinned her arms behind her back, and replaced the blindfold. When they tried to force the ball gag into her mouth she bit at their hands like a rabid dog, but in the end her mouth was restrained too.
Trapped in darkness, unable to speak, Rose could only moan.
Emma pulled her collar, forcing her to stand, and led her to the device in the center of the room. With its edge pointed upward and restraint cuffs attached, it was a triangular wooden horse.
Dragged through the darkness by Emma, Rose felt a surge of dread the moment she sensed something beneath her. From the porn she had watched before her possession, she realized exactly what she was being placed on.
"Ooh! Uup!"
She thrashed, trying to escape, but a chain from above already locked around her neck. The maids gripped her ankles firmly to hoist her into the air.
"Uup!"
Her ankles were pulled back and she began to hang suspended. The moment her crotch settled onto the sharp edge of the horse and her full weight pressed down, agonizing pain tore through her lower body. At the same time her clitoris was crushed against it, sending a perverse jolt of pleasure through her.
Her ankles were finally bound to her thighs. She had no choice but to bear her entire weight on her crotch.
"Huup... huup..."
Rose breathed slowly, trying to endure the pain. It was already unbearable, but losing balance would only bring worse torment. With her neck chained from above, she couldn't even fall sideways.
The tip of a whip brushed lightly against her waist.
"Captain, do you understand your position now?"
At Emma's whisper Rose nodded frantically. She would do anything to end this pain.
The whip tip crawled across her skin like an insect and flicked her nipples. It was strange. The more pain she suffered, the more her body grew aroused.
"But it's still not enough. Only after all the impurities inside Captain's body are purged can you become a woman worth using."
"Ooooup!"
Rose wanted to scream, but the ball gag made it impossible.
Slap. Slap.
The real training began. The whip struck Rose's most sensitive places. Yet it was not the brutal pain from before. These blows were precisely controlled—never truly painful, but embedding a tingling sensation that summoned pleasure. An unpleasant, humiliating stimulus that made her want to flee yet forced her body to heat up.
The more it continued, the harder her slit rubbed against the horse's edge, multiplying both pain and pleasure. As if unaware of her turmoil, her aphrodisiac-trained folds continued to drool nectar endlessly.
Suddenly the whipping stopped. Emma's hands caressed her breasts and clitoris, offering comfort.
"Leave everything to me. I will remake you completely."
When Rose nodded, Emma removed the ball gag from her mouth.
"I'm sorry... It was all my fault."
Terrified of losing the brief freedom she had gained, Rose begged desperately. Emma stroked her cheek as though she were adorable.
"You don't need to suffer so much. This is all part of becoming perfect. Our captain can endure it, can't she?"
The words meant the ordeal would never truly end. Rose barely swallowed the bile rising in her throat and nodded obediently.
"Good. Let's work hard together."
With those words, Emma shoved the ball gag back into Rose's mouth.
Moments later, searing pain exploded in her nipples. Rose twisted and moaned.
"Huuuup!"
The tips of her nipples turned crimson. It was not blood. Another maid held a red candle. She had dripped hot wax onto them.
The maids continued dripping wax across every soft area—breasts, back, waist, buttocks—making Rose dance in torment. Even amid the maddening pain, Rose felt pleasure. Thanks to the constant aphrodisiacs and Emma's expert development of her erogenous zones, her body was learning to interpret even agony as ecstasy.
Rose didn't want to admit it, but she could not resist the pain being poured over her.
When her entire body was dyed red and every sensitive spot covered in wax, Rose finally regained light and sound.
"How pitiful."
Mateo had approached at some point. He stroked her breasts as he spoke.
"Isn't it time you admitted it?"
Rose nodded with difficulty.
"I... am Master's..."
With a satisfied smile, Mateo gestured. The restraints binding her loosened and she was lowered from the wooden horse.
Mateo sat on the chair with his legs spread. Rose knelt before him of her own will. Her arms remained tied behind her back, so she used her mouth to open his pants and took his massive cock between her lips.
Mateo savored the warmth of her mouth and placed a hand on her head.
"You are mine forever."
When Emma approached with the whip, Mateo raised a hand to stop her. She had suffered enough.
He lifted Rose and finally pushed his cock into her dripping slit.
"Huuung... uung..."
Rose offered no resistance, simply surrendering herself to him.
"You've grown quite obedient. A little more and you'll fall completely."
There was still a faint trace of dissatisfaction in Mateo's voice.
"Rose, this is your final mission."
The word mission snapped her mind back to clarity.
"I'll give you a map. Go to the marked location. An uninhabited archipelago lies there, along with a wrecked ship. Search the island and the vessel. Bring everything you find. This is your last mission. When it is complete..."
Freedom. The thought drifted through Rose's dazed mind.
At the same moment, Mateo came deep inside her.
"You will become completely mine."