The Succubus's Blood
The maids' hands began to explore Rose's body. It was not mere humiliation. They delivered a genuine, professional massage, their movements those of thoroughly trained experts. The only change since the head maid's arrival was that Rose's complete immobility had made their touches far bolder. Their fingers unraveled the knots in her muscles and traced her blood vessels, venturing without hesitation into the most sensitive territories: the hollows beneath her arms, the soft skin around her breasts, the deep flesh of her inner thighs, and the lower abdomen just above her pubic bone. Rose flushed crimson with shame, yet her body refused to obey, her limbs twitching feebly like strands of wet silk. And even those weak struggles were ruthlessly swept aside and pinned down the moment they interfered with the massage.
“Her body seems sufficiently loosened now.”
At the head maid's words, the maids reached for the small vials they had set aside. Rose's form had finally relaxed completely.
“Don't...”
“My lady, there's no need for modesty. This will feel wonderful.”
The head maid accepted one of the vials, uncorked it, and a cheerful little pop released an overwhelmingly sweet fragrance that made the head throb. The moment Rose inhaled it, her mind went numb, as though paralyzed.
“This is Succubus Blood. After today, you will become a perfect woman.”
The head maid's whisper jolted Rose's mind back to sudden clarity, gooseflesh rippling across her entire body. Succubus Blood was an item added through the adult mode—an elite aphrodisiac capable of instantly reducing any woman to a mere female in heat.
“You look as though you're dancing with joy. But this medicine is exceedingly precious. We cannot waste even a single drop.”
Rose thrashed with desperate strength, yet the maids subdued her in an instant, spreading her arms and legs wide.
“I won't let you get away with this! If you so much as touch me—ngh!”
Despite the threat, the head maid merely smiled sweetly and began pouring the aphrodisiac directly onto Rose's navel. A searing heat like molten lava flooded her belly, then sank roots that spread through every limb. As the maids' hands smoothed the liquid across her skin, a languid warmth enveloped her, as if she had slipped into a heated bath.
“Ah...”
One hand brushed across her breast then, gentle as though testing the ripeness of a peach. It traced the lush, firm curve before moving to her most sensitive peak. Rose's nipples had already stiffened into tight buds, glistening with the drug, waiting pitifully for attention. The hand grazed one as if to console her, then began a proper massage, rolling the soft mound in every direction. The maids' fingers roamed freely, respecting no forbidden territory. They coated her erogenous zones liberally with the aphrodisiac, pressing and kneading, rolling her nipples between skilled fingers until Rose's body jerked with involuntary pleasure.
Rose could not believe it. She was a man. This was only a game. No matter what mods had been installed, there was no reason she should understand the pleasure of a female body. She tried to detach her mind from her flesh, but the combination of the drug and the relentless massage swallowed her whole in seconds.
“Aah... no. Stop.”
Obscene moans spilled from her lips, yet her spread limbs seemed to beg for more. The maids no longer needed to hold her down by force.
“You appear rather pleased.”
It was then that the head maid's hand joined the fray. She placed her palm over Rose's slit with the casual air of someone retrieving a forgotten possession. Slowly, deliberately, she began rubbing between the folds, wet sounds rising obscenely.
“Show me alone. Let me see how your secret place wraps around my fingers and stretches open.”
The head maid whispered the words into Rose's ear, then gently bit her earlobe. Blood rushed to Rose's slit, turning it a deep, heated red. Her hidden clitoris swelled and hardened. With delicate fingers the head maid parted the folds, exposing the glistening pink interior. Each time she rolled the firm nub or gave it a teasing pinch, Rose's hips bucked and her nipples stiffened even further.
The other maids did not remain idle. While their superior played Rose's slit like an instrument, they continued spreading fresh aphrodisiac across her breasts and every sensitive spot, ensuring the drug never dried. Rose's mind spun as her entire body was toyed with. Then, without warning, a fierce heat and urgent pressure surged from her lower belly.
“Wait—stop! Something's wrong, this feels strange!”
The head maid only smiled and quickened her pace. She rubbed the slit more roughly, scraping her nails across the swollen clitoris. Rose's back arched like a drawn bow.
“Aah! Aaaaaah!”
With her legs still spread wide, Rose squirted her juices high into the air.
“How was it? It felt good, didn't it?” the head maid whispered to Rose, who had collapsed limply back onto the sheets.
“You bitches... I won't let you get away with this... Let me go now...”
“My, but we're not finished. If anything, this is only the beginning.”
Rose understood the meaning all too quickly. The head maid's fingers returned to her nipples and clitoris. After one climax, her body had grown unbearably sensitive.
“Ngh, stop... it's already over...”
Rose twitched her hips and pleaded, but only more pleasure and more of the drug awaited her.
She was learning the truths of a woman's body. Unlike a man, whose pleasure ended with release, a woman's flesh had no conclusion. It simply grew more sensitive, sinking ever deeper into ecstasy. And there was still one lesson Rose had not yet received. She had not been penetrated. She had climaxed only from the aphrodisiac massage and caresses. As if to remind her of that fact, the head maid's fingers stroking her slit took on a more suspicious intent.
Rose bared her teeth at the head maid, who was smiling with dark amusement.
“No. Not that. Absolutely not! If you stop here, I might still forgive you.”
“And if I don't? What punishment will you give me?”
The head maid showed no sign of retreat, nor even fear. If anything, her expression seemed to hold genuine anticipation at the mention of punishment.
Of course such threats would never work on these lunatics who handled Succubus Blood while completely naked. While Rose desperately searched for some way out, the inevitable finally happened.
“Ack!”
The head maid's finger began to wedge its way inside her slit. She moved with deliberate slowness, forcing Rose to feel every inch of her hole stretching open. Though it was only one finger, Rose's untouched passage was painfully tight.
“Don't be so nervous. From your reaction... you're a virgin. How delightful.”
The head maid stroked Rose's hair, attempting to soothe the trembling girl. Yet her other finger remained buried inside. Humiliated beyond words, Rose forced the plea from her lips.
“...Take it out...”
“We've only just begun.”
“Hic!”
The head maid pushed deeper. Her long fingers, fitting her unusually tall frame, easily reached the hidden pleasure spots deep inside. While that finger explored every sensitive wall in search of weakness, the other maids continued tormenting Rose's nipples and clitoris. They even poured fresh Succubus Blood directly into the open slit, as though pickling her insides with the drug.
“No... not again...”
The head maid did not miss the quiet murmur.
“Don't hold back. Surrender your body to us. We'll teach you that the ecstasy you felt at sea was nothing at all.”
Her voice remained gentle, but her hand moved with renewed purpose. Having already memorized every inch of Rose's body, she could drive her to climax at will. She stirred her finger until Rose grew frantic, then stopped just before the peak, stroking her cheek as though offering comfort.
“Ugh! Aah!”
When Rose's body had reached its highest pitch, the head maid shoved her over the edge. Rose climaxed again, spraying clear fluid, and even after the fountain ceased she continued to shiver with the lingering aftershocks.
“Very good. You're doing splendidly.”
The head maid gave Rose's lower belly a few light taps of praise.
Rose no longer begged for mercy. The words you're doing well meant the torture was far from over. While she closed her eyes for a brief moment of rest, the maids moved with brisk efficiency. When she opened them again, something impossible jutted from the head maid's crotch. She had donned a harness fitted with an enormous dildo.
“Don't worry. I'll leave your virginity intact—for now. Though I do want it. Such a shame. Still, your body is ripening beautifully. It's time you learned how to serve.”
The head maid moved to stand above Rose's head and slid a support beneath her neck, tilting her head back until she stared directly at the head maid's hips.
“A woman must know how to please her masters. That is only natural.”
The head maid stepped closer and pressed the thick dildo against Rose's lips.
“Ugh! No... mmph!”
Rose clamped her eyes shut and kept her mouth sealed. There was no way she could accept something so grotesque. The head maid seemed to find even that resistance adorable. Rather than pry her jaw open, she gently rolled Rose's nipples between her fingers. The other maids resumed their thorough massage, caressing her clitoris, slit, and the inside of her hole with devoted care. Rose, already slipping back into pleasure, could not withstand the onslaught.
“Mmph!”
Her mouth finally parted, and the head maid drove the dildo inside.
“Imagine this dildo is your master and serve it well. If it receives even one tooth mark, I trust I won't need to explain which hole receives the next lesson.”
With those words, the head maid began thrusting the toy deep into Rose's throat. Fear choked her; tears stung her eyes. The head maid only cooed at how cute she looked.
“If I stole the virginity meant for our guests, I would certainly be punished severely. I'd be ruined. Yet... part of me wishes for exactly that. Captain Rose, what do you think? Will you give your virginity to me?”
At the chilling suggestion, Rose shook her head frantically, the dildo still filling her mouth.
“Then prove your worth. Show me you have become a proper woman worthy of being offered to our masters.”
The head maid began to move her hips, slowly and carefully so Rose would not be injured and could learn properly. To avoid any mistakes, Rose had no choice but to focus every ounce of effort on accepting the intrusion. The more she concentrated on her mouth, the more defenseless she became to the pleasure ravaging her breasts and lower body. While her entire being drowned in ecstasy, she worked her jaw and tongue desperately to keep from biting the toy that violated her throat.
“Very good. This is how one learns to serve.”
“Mmph! Mmph!”
Pleasure carved itself deeper and deeper into Rose's body until it exploded once more.
“Mmph!”
Amid the maids' mechanical, relentless caresses, Rose squirted again. Her weak points had been completely conquered; they could now force her to climax whenever they pleased.
“Now, let's inspect the results.”
Once Rose's spasms subsided, the dildo finally withdrew from her mouth. The head maid examined it as carefully as though it were a priceless treasure.
“Not a single scratch. You truly are a natural woman. You pass. You may be presented to the guests.”
At the head maid's clap, all the maids stepped away from Rose's body and formed neat lines. Control of her limbs returned, yet after so many consecutive orgasms it was difficult to steady herself. Still, Rose forced herself upright and threw a punch at the head maid. The woman did not dodge. She accepted the blow with a smile.
“Save your anger for later. It is time for you to begin your duties as a hostess.”
Sprawled on the floor and looking up at her, the head maid was still smiling.
“Get lost. I'll handle it myself.”
Rose shoved aside the maids who tried to support her and strode toward the clothes she had discarded earlier.