Subdued by the Cock: A Virgin Succubus Declares Herself a Bitch
“O-Oh, ahh, ahnn...♥”
Something tore deep inside her.
Naïve and unversed in such matters, Catherine had no way of knowing what it was, but she instinctively understood one thing: at this very moment, something precious had vanished forever. Something that, once lost, could never be reclaimed—that fragile treasure called her 'first,' her 'purity.'
My... my stomach feels so full... What is this? What on earth just happened...?
Simply from him pushing inside, sensations shot up her nerve endings, numbing her brain and making her body heave. As Catherine held her breath, unable to endure the alien bulk stretching her open, he relentlessly ground his hips forward, pressing into her without mercy.
Squelch!
“Ah-haak~!!”
With a single thrust, a gasp that didn't even sound like her own tore from her throat. Every nerve in her body converged entirely on her lower half, signaling that this was not something she could just ignore. Whatever was happening, it was dangerous. Desperate to rein in the wild sensations churning inside her, Catherine hastily pleaded,
“E-Employer... Ah, it hurts... Yours is... so big... my belly feels completely stuffed...”
Squissh, squelch.
“Ah-ngh, aahh-ahk~♥ Employer, can you hear me? You can hear me, can't... Ahh! Hey, you! I know you can hear me! Answer me right—”
Clap-clap-clap, smack, smack!
“Ah-oh, ngh, ohhh~~♥ S-Stop... Please, stop moving alreadyyy...♥”
Ignoring her completely, his rhythmic pounding only gained momentum, his shaft swelling even thicker inside her tight walls. A surge of panic gripped her—at this rate, she felt like she might burst open from the inside out.
Yet far more disorienting than the panic was the realization that this act—which should have brought nothing but agony—was accompanied by an intoxicating sensation she could only describe as pleasure.
M-My body is burning... The more he thrusts, the hotter it gets... It feels like my brain is melting smooth...
Smack, smack!
“Ah, oh, ohhh, ohhhn~~♥♥”
Before long, Catherine abandoned any pretense of reasoning with or threatening him. Her consciousness was swallowed whole by the dizzying sensations born from the relentless churning between her legs. She thrashed her body with a vulgar abandon unlike anything she had ever known, driving his arousal to its absolute peak until his hands clamped violently around her thighs.
Then, burying himself to the hilt, he unleashed a thick, shuddering eruption deep within her.
“Oh, oh-hnnnghh~~~~♥♥♥”
Trembling in tandem with a climactic orgasm of her own, Catherine's body went utterly limp beneath the crushing wave of exhaustion, collapsing helplessly onto the mattress. The ferocious assault had finally ended. Yet even as her senses began to clear, lingering fever scorched her skin, and her lower body throbbed with an intense ache.
What in the world... just happened to me...?♥
Drip, trickle.
A hot, milky fluid began to seep from between her thighs. Mingled with streaks of red that were undoubtedly her own blood, the proof of her deflowerment trickled out, a stark reminder that the threshold she had crossed could never be walked back.
Yet it had undoubtedly happened, and the vivid imprint of that experience remained deeply engraved into her very core.
It feels... so empty now...
A longing, a lack, a yawning void... Though those turbulent emotions stirred inside her, she couldn't properly identify what she was actually feeling, and that incomprehension was maddening. Just moments ago, when his cock had filled her to bursting, she hadn't suffered from this awful emptiness at all.
“Whew. Getting a shot off really clears the head.”
The man, by contrast, acted as though this were the most routine thing in the world, striding over to her collapsed form without breaking a sweat. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he slapped his still-hard meat—streaked with white slime and fresh blood—rhythmically against her cheek.
“Hey, bitch, who said you could take a break? Can't you see your master's cock is still raring to go?”
“Ugh, wha...?”
“If you see something dirty, you're supposed to clean it up with your mouth like a good little maid. Open wide. Right now.”
“Mmph, mmgh~♥”
His cock invaded her mouth once more, packing her cheeks full. After a few thrusts in and out, the fluids clinging to his shaft were thoroughly wiped clean by her tongue and palate. She worked her mouth around it, swallowing every drop down her throat. By all rights, she should have found it repulsive—yet her primal instincts craved it greedily.
“Haah, virgin or not, the more I look at this body, the hotter it gets. How the hell did you stay a virgin with such a slutty frame? Are the men in this world blind, or did you just have no clue how to use what you've got...?”
“Awh, ngh...♥”
Just as he said, coherent words failed her. The persistent throbbing in her lower belly and the wild thumping of her heart felt terrifyingly foreign, yet overwhelmingly ecstatic.
“What's with the silence all of a sudden? Did you cum so hard your brain went numb?”
Had he noticed the shift in her? For a fleeting second, he looked at her almost with concern, but suspicion quickly returned, and his hands turned rough once more.
“Tch, figures. You're plotting some sneaky trick again, aren't you? Sorry to disappoint, but I've already seen right through your games. I'm not falling for it twice.”
“Ah, that's... Ahh!”
He dragged Catherine back down onto the mattress. As he poised his erection to spear into her once again, Catherine's gaze locked onto it from below.
It was coming in. That monstrous thing was about to invade her all over again.
“You know resisting is pointless, right? So shut your mouth and just enjoy it.”
“Ah, aahh, ahn...♥”
Squelch, squish.
His thick cock forced its way back into her unaccustomed, tight cunt. The electrifying, savage sensation that slammed into her immediately afterward was breathtakingly alien—and devastatingly intense.
This really is... so strange...♥
Smack, smack!
The crashing waves of pleasure as their flesh slapped together were completely unprecedented in her life, and with every passing second, her defenses dissolved into nothingness. The tearing pain subsided as her wetness flowed freely, and the searing heat melded with her firing nerves, transforming purely into blissful ecstasy. It was deeper and sharper than the craving for sweet desserts, far more intoxicating than the thrill of conquest and superiority she felt when crushing a man who loved her...
His body... is so much sturdier than I thought...
Only now did she truly take in his physique—solid, broad, and dependable. Before she knew it, her arms were wrapping around his back, eagerly pressing her skin against his of her own volition. And then, uninhibited moans spilled from her lips.
“Haah, ah, aaahn~♥”
As instinct surged into the vacuum left by her shattered reason, she realized her body was desperately craving this act, and she clung to him willingly. To him, having taken her by force as payback, her reaction was entirely unexpected.
“What's with you? Don't tell me you're actually enjoying this?”
“Haah, ngh...♥ I-It feels so good... This... feels way too good...♥”
Squissh, squelch.
Catherine actually began rolling her own hips, caressing his cock with her internal walls. Her movements were clumsy, befitting someone who had only just lost her virginity, yet he could vividly feel how desperately she desired it.
“I had no idea... something like this existed... The more I feel it, the more I want it... Harder... please do it harder...♥”
“...Well, I'll be. Is this an act too, or are you just a succubus after all?”
Whatever the truth was, she couldn't resist him, and his desire for her hadn't waned in the slightest. All he had to do was ride the momentum. Pounding into her without pause, he cupped Catherine's cheek and asked in a low voice,
“Have you ever kissed anyone?”
“N-Nooo...♥”
“So I'm your first for that too. Bring your lips here.”
“Mm, mmph...”
At first, it was merely the simple press of mucous membranes. That was the extent of physical affection between a man and a woman as Catherine understood it. But he didn't stop there. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, licking and exploring every inch of her cavern.
“Hngh, mmph...♥”
It was far too hot, far too wet to be called a mere token of affection. Yet Catherine welcomed even that. An intimacy taking place so close to her conscious mind was even more potent than the clashing of their genitals—it squeezed pure bliss straight out of her brain.
Smack, smack!
All the while, his hips only picked up speed. Unable to catch her breath, Catherine finally tore her lips away, letting her moans spill freely into the air.
“Ah, ah, aahh~♥ It's so good... Harder, harder... Ah-aahn, aah~♥”
“Haah, you dirty slut. Do you even realize you're getting ravished right now? For a virgin, your cunt sure clamps down tight on my cock. Just how desperate are you to get knocked up?”
“P-Pregnancy...? I don't know anything about that! I don't care, just do me moreee...♥”
“Fine! Since you're begging for it, I'll paint your insides thick with cum!”
Holding her tight against his chest, he slammed his hips into her in rapid succession. At the climax of that furious piston drive, he unloaded another heavy barrage deep inside her womb. Feeling the warm seed flooding every crevice of her depths, Catherine's expression melted into an expression of sheer, peerless bliss.
“Ah, aahh... Inside... filled to the brim...♥”
Yes—in that moment, Catherine felt something dormant awaken deep within her soul. Her true nature as a succubus, which she had never even known existed—the primal urge to submit and belong body and soul to the one who had conquered her—had been jolted awake by the carnal ecstasy he taught her flesh.
“More... please do me more... just a little moreee...♥”
With her reason completely devoured by instinct, all that remained was a bitch reduced to a slave of pleasure. While he was thoroughly taken aback by the transformation, having her beg for him like this didn't feel bad in the slightest.
“Did you seriously enjoy getting thoroughly violated by me?”
“Yeees... Because... it feels so incredibly good...♥”
Her shame completely forgotten, Catherine shamelessly parted her thighs, displaying her dripping, glistening folds. A wicked smirk spread across his lips as he pulled a new item from his storage, testing her resolve.
“Well, here's the problem. I don't plan on keeping company with anyone who isn't working under me... What do you say? Will you sign the contract?”
“If I work for you, we get to do this more, right? Then I'll do it~♥”
“...Are you serious?”
“Yeheees~♥ I mean, something that feels this amazing... I could never experience it anywhere else...♥”
Catherine panted eagerly, letting her tongue hang out as if starved for more. Delighted by her total surrender, he snapped the item around her neck and gripped the attached leash.
“From now on, you're my pet dog. If you understand, let me hear you bark.”
A dog collar. An instrument of control meant for beasts, not sentient beings. Having it fastened to her neck was tantamount to abandoning all dignity of standing above others, and accepting it of her own free will was nothing short of a total disqualification as a proud succubus.
“Woof...”
Yet she gave her answer anyway, because her very instincts were screaming at her to bow her head beneath him.
“Woof~ Woof~♥”
Believing without a shadow of a doubt that this would bring her a fulfillment far sweeter than trampling anyone ever could.
“And so, we've decided to hire Miss Catherine for our dungeon~”
“Allow me to introduce myself once more. I am Catherine, newly accepted as an official member of the Ero Trap Dungeon managed by Lord Bertin.”
Gone was her previous insolence; Catherine bowed with graceful, demure politeness. Lufo, who had been listening from across the contract table, turned to stare at me in sheer disbelief.
“Wait, you're really hiring her? A succubus? Have you lost your mind?”
“Is there a problem?”
“Of course there's a problem! I fully expected her to play nice for a bit before dropping the mask and turning you into her day-slave. Word is that even counts as career experience in succubus society!”
Haha, she certainly knows her succubus lore.
I had experienced that exact ambush firsthand, of course, but after witnessing her utter submission afterward, I doubted she would try stabbing me in the back again.
“It seems I'm capable of giving her what she truly desires. As long as she wants to keep receiving it, she'll have no choice but to obey.”
“Indeed. Lord Bertin understands how to satisfy me through methods entirely different from ordinary succubi. If it means continuing to experience that, I felt it would be quite wonderful to work by his side for the foreseeable future.”
Her smile was so gentle it was impossible to imagine she had ever been a sadistic tormentor. Still sensing an uncanny mismatch, Lufo grimaced uneasily and leaned in, asking on a hunch,
“Don't tell me... did you do to her what you did to us?”
“She ended up loving it, actually. It'd be great if you could be as honest as her, Miss Lufo...”
“...Don't say such things, even as a joke.”
Good grief. She loves it on the inside, so why act so prickly? One of these days, I'd have to set aside some quality time to break Lufo in just like Catherine.
“Master, I have brought the tea, it is so.”
“Ah, let me serve it. Please, hand them to me.”
Just as we were wrapping up the final paperwork, Catherine took the tray of tea that Yuria brought over. Placing a steaming teacup before both me and Lufo, she offered me a sweet, radiant smile.
“Here you are, Lord Bertin. Miss Yuria brewed it, so I'm sure it's delicious.”
“Ah, thanks, Catherine. Aren't you having any, Miss Lufo?”
“Ah, no, I don't really have an appetite right now...”
Hmm, maybe it's because our dungeon's meager budget forces us to use cheap tea leaves.
Well, no need to force her if she didn't want any. Thinking nothing of it, I took a hearty gulp—only for an explosive, stinging burn to detonate across my tongue, making me spew the tea all over the floor.
“Pffft-bwaaahk!! H-Hot! It's burning! What the hell is this?! Yuria! What did you put in here?!”
“I put nothing. I merely brewed the tea, it is—”
“Pffft... Hahahahaha!”
Yuria blinked in confusion, while right beside her, Catherine stood clutching a bottle of fiery hot sauce, laughing her head off. That gleeful smirk was the exact same look she had worn when making a fool of me before. It instantly reminded me that she was still an unrepentant, incorrigible little bitch.
“Aww, look at our silly employer~ Be a tiny bit sweet to him and he falls for it hook, line, and sinker! Backstabbed again! But oh dear, whatever shall we do? The contract is already signed, so like it or not, we're stuck together from now on~”
“Why, you little...!”
“Kyahaha~! Look at your face, it's hilarious! What're you gonna do, glare at me to death? Could our incompetent, dimwitted employer ever lay a finger on someone as noble and gorgeous as me? Ahaha~!”
Clank, ratchet-CLACK!
“Huh? Wait—?!”
With a flick of my wrist, a dungeon trap sprang shut, pinning Catherine completely in place. Stripping the clothes off her helpless form, I dropped my own pants, aiming my rock-hard meat right at her as I delivered a merciless verdict.
“Right. Let's find out what I can do to you, you little brat.”
“Eek~! I'm sorry, no! Eeeeek, Mommy!!”
Smack-smack-smack, squelch! Thwack, thwack, splurt!
A rapid-fire barrage of thrusts, explosive ejaculations, and back-to-back climaxes. When it was over, Catherine lay collapsed in a disheveled heap on the floor. Yet her face showed neither regret nor despair—only blissful, dazed satisfaction.
“Ugh, hehe... This... really is the best... If I keep teasing him, he'll give me more of the good stuff, won't he...? Ehehe~♥”
“...Bertin, since the contract is already signed, just so you know: if you fire her before her term is up, you'll have to pay a hefty breach-of-contract penalty, understood?”
“I know, so keep it down.”
Dammit. Since I created this monster myself, I couldn't even complain about breach of contract.