Chapter 87 - Naked Flesh Slave's Declaration on All Fours
The sun was still up, but it was already late afternoon.
“I’ve been waiting!”
When I arrived at Marcel’s house, Elis came running out the front door and threw herself into my arms. Instead of stroking her head, I caressed her ass.
“Hehehe♥ Master.”
“Where’s big sis Marcel?”
“She’s inside. She was saying goodbye to her late husband? Oh. But who’s this?”
Elis noticed the one female standing behind me. I’d thrown a shabby robe over her to avoid drawing eyes, but with chains binding her neck and both wrists, anyone could tell she was a slave. I hadn’t bothered hiding that she was a demon, as long as no one caught on to her full identity.
“A demon, huh?”
“You, you’re…”
Pamellina, who’d gotten out of prison on the condition of slavery. She seemed to recognize Elis too.
“No way, a succu—mmph♥”
Thwack!!!!
I gave her a light punch to the gut so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. Hit with a surprise gut punch, Pamellina dropped to her knees and looked up at me with a wronged expression.
“Why…?”
“Others might hear.”
“But you just said she’s a demon too.”
“Oh.”
True.
“Whatever. Getting punched is your reward anyway, right?”
“Fuck, what kind of reward is this!”
“Talking back like a slave? Want another one?”
“Eeeek.”
Pamellina whipped her head away from my fist and dropped her eyes to the ground. No matter how strong her pride, getting beaten in the street while leaking juices would be humiliating.
“Master. But aren’t I your flesh slave too?”
“You’re different. My lovable flesh slave.”
“Hehehe♥”
Elis hugged me again, purring under my pets. Pamellina stared blankly at the temperature difference in our treatment.
It was only natural. Pamellina was just a slave for relieving my lust. But Elis was more than that—a slave, sure, but one I acknowledged as somewhat my equal.
“Anyway, she can’t use mana, so give her a quick education, Elis. I’ll go check how ready big sis Marcel is. Then we’ll move the luggage all at once.”
I’d booked a carriage to arrive in about thirty minutes to haul the stuff.
“Oh. And if she tries to weasel up even a little, gut-punch her. She’s a maso bitch, so she’ll like it—and that’s how you make her obedient.”
“Nyaa! Can I just try punching her once?”
“Go for it.”
“What? F-fuck, don’t hit me! Ohohok♥♥”
Thwack!!!!!!!!
I ignored the moan as Elis landed her hit and headed inside. I checked the neatly packed boxes, then climbed to the second floor.
Entering the marital bedroom, I found Marcel gazing at her husband’s photo. I hugged her tightly from behind.
“Sis.”
“Oh my.”
Marcel startled but didn’t pull away. She didn’t resist even when I openly kneaded her tits.
“All packed and ready to move?”
“Mmm.”
If her husband were still alive, I wouldn’t have touched her—or if I did, stealing her heart would’ve taken ages. But she couldn’t just age out as a widow, and with her boiling lust impossible to contain, Marcel was too easy a woman.
“Let me show your husband one last time how happy I make you.”
“Omamama!”
I stripped her clothes off and pushed her down.
“Bro, rest easy. I’ll make sure sis never feels lonely again!”
“Right—ah. I’m not lonely anymore♥”
Schluk♥
My cock slid smoothly into her overripe pussy. There wasn’t much time left before the carriage and people arrived. To dump a quick load, I started pistoning hard from the get-go.
“Haang♥ Daron♥♥”
Ironplap ironplap ironplap!!!!!!!
. . . . . .
“Wowww!”
“Oh my—.”
We loaded the luggage and headed from Marcel’s house to the mansion. Elis and Marcel couldn’t close their mouths at how massive the mansion was. Even Pamellina looked pretty shocked.
“T-this is your house?”
“‘You’? It’s Master. And speak formally from now on.”
“Kh.”
“Got it?”
“Y-yes, Master…”
Pamellina called me Master reluctantly. Fucking bitch. I’d have to make her truly believe it.
We unloaded all the luggage inside, and the carriage left. Moving the furniture wasn’t hard. With my mana training, lifting that weight was child’s play.
“Elis, where do you want? Basement? Good for making and research, right?”
“Yeah, basement sounds perfect.”
Doing research where windows could expose it to prying eyes would be trouble. Embracing the secretive vibe, Elis naturally claimed one of the basement first-floor rooms—an open space, not the hidden underground area I’d seen before.
“What about you, Marcel sis?”
“I’d normally want the room next to Daron’s, but… I heard from Elis.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve got a lot of women, right? If more come to live here later, the room next to yours would be prime.”
She was yielding it for the other women. She’d arrived first, so she could’ve been greedy…
“Sis, aren’t you too generous?”
“I’m happy just not being lonely.”
Living with a man was nice, but she seemed thrilled at the idea of sharing with several. She’d welcomed Elis intensely when I’d handed her over. I had no plans to bring in other men, but if Marcel wanted it, I’d make space for more women here.
With Elis and Marcel’s rooms set, I helped carry each piece of furniture to their spots. Once I confirmed Marcel unpacking, I stepped back into the hall.
One demon had been trailing me the whole time.
“W-what about me?”
“Huh?”
“My room…”
Pamellina muttered in a quivering, cowering voice. Probably expecting a scolding punch for a slave daring to want her own room.
Thwack!!!!
“Euk♥”
Spot on.
“Uuu… too harsh.”
“Hey.”
“Y-yes!”
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. She was much more deferential now. Her eyes finally pleased me.
“You’re one lucky bitch.”
“…Huh?”
“Why? Tail wagging?”
“N-no. Yes, I’m a lucky bitch.”
Now she’d agree with me regardless of right or wrong. A satisfying change—I could spare her one gut punch.
“Listen up. If I hadn’t taken you, what do you think would’ve happened?”
“I’d rot in prison forever…”
“That all? I told you.”
“Without freedom—”
“Fuck no. What’d I say?”
Pamellina trembled with shame but finally spat out the words I wanted.
“Passed around… to other men.”
“And?”
“All day… as a cum dump… pussy worn raw…”
“More.”
“Pregnant with some unknown kid… give birth… pregnant again, birth…”
“Yeah, sounds fun, right?”
I let go of her hair, and Pamellina slumped weakly to the floor. Slowly, sincerely, I explained just how lucky she was and the attitude she needed to adopt.
“Listen. Originally, I planned to lock you in the mansion prison and use you like a literal toilet.”
“…Huh?”
“Even if. There’s a space like that.”
It was a bit grotesque. I planned to have Elis remodel it later into something fun. Not a cruel torture chamber—just a super arousing sex-torture room.
“Tie you up tight, fuck your pussy whenever I thought of it, and dump cum.”
“Uuu…”
All rights stripped away. Better than being gangbanged by countless men, but hardly a welcome fate.
“But right now, we’re short-staffed. Mansion’s huge, needs repairs here and there, garden upkeep, cooking, cleaning… You get it?”
I’d scared her good, so now I’d engrave how fortunate she was if she listened.
“Depending on how you do, you’ll be a flesh slave maid—or just a living onahole…”
“Uuuu…”
Pamellina knew. She had only one choice. By now, she’d realize submitting to me completely was the path to true happiness. Not on Elis’s level, but she could earn minimal rights.
“What’ll it be?”
Pamellina closed her eyes tight. After agonizing, she finally opened them with her decision.
“Made up your mind?”
“I’ll… serve you as Master forever.”
“Good.”
The answer I wanted. Now to confirm with actions. There was an easy way to test her loyalty.
I unlocked her chains.
“Strip and fold your clothes neatly beside you. Then bow your head to me.”
“…………Yes.”
A moment of silence. But Pamellina had no choice but to obey. A sliver of defiance lingered. But just a sliver. Obeying my commands would break her completely.
Her face flushed as she stripped piece by piece. Slowly, folding each one.
“Elis. Perfect timing.”
Elis was coming over, probably with some business for me.
“Record it with the memory orb.”
“Yes!”
She took the memory orb from me and activated it right away. Skillfully adjusting the angle, she filmed Pamellina stripping naked and kneeling. Looked like video, not photos.
“Declare it. That you’ll become my exclusive cum-dump flesh slave.”
“I, I…”
Pamellina trembled but politely clasped her hands and knees together.
Declaring total defeat naked like this—it must feel like plummeting off an endless cliff.
“From today… I become Daron-nim’s cum-dump flesh slave.”
“Name?”
“Pamellina.”
“The pervert bitch who cums from womb punches, right?”
“Yes. I cum every time a fist hits my womb…”
This bitch?
“A total pussy-maso pervert bitch…♥”
Even self-deprecating, I could see her excitement. Her mind might deny it, but the fact she got most aroused from gut punches didn’t change.
“You want to be my flesh slave?”
“…Yes.”
“Bash your head.”
“Yes. …Uht♥”
I lightly placed my foot on the back of Pamellina’s head as it hit the floor. Even now, her remaining reason was snapping bit by bit. I could feel the heat rising from her toes. A true maso bitch now.
“Swear a kiss on my shoe.”
I lowered my foot and tapped her cheek with it. Pamellina slowly lifted her head…
Smooch.
And kissed my filthy shoe.
“Next time, do it on my cock.”
“Yess♥”
“Bash your head.”
“Yes. Ugh.”
I placed my foot on her head again. Now for the finale.
Right.
“Elis.”
“Yes!”
“Can you carve the yin gate now?”
“I can!”
Time to etch something she could never erase.