Brainwashed Heroine's Slave Service (Apple - Brainwashed Sex Slave) (1)
Tang! Thud… Late at night, the place Apple arrived at by taxi was a motel on the outskirts of S City.
It wasn't somewhere a young woman should come alone at this hour, but Apple headed inside without a moment's hesitation.
"Oh…? Hey, sis, where you headed? Hang on, take a look at me for a sec?"
A man smoking at the motel entrance spotted Apple walking in and grabbed her arm, his eyes lighting up. Clearly drunk at a glance, he leered openly up and down her body, pestering her shamelessly. Her hair was simply braided, and she wore thick glasses, but even so, her refined features couldn't be hidden. Under the dim lighting, the feminine curves protruding beneath her thin clothes were just as obvious, drawing the eye inescapably. It was only natural for a man whose judgment was clouded by booze to stupidly hit on her without a second thought.
"Sis, you've got some big tits~ Pretty face too~ Where you off to? Got a business card or something?"
"Or maybe you're here to meet your boyfriend~?"
The more he pestered her, clinging closer, the more his eyes gleamed with raw lust. Booze reeked from his mouth with every word.
—The more I look, the more I like her~. What is it? I just noticed her and said hi on a whim, but up close like this, there's this indescribable demonic allure. Hidden under that plain getup, but women like her are always even lewder deep down. And those tits above all. The more I stare, the better she looks.
His eyes grew filthier with desire, but amid it all, her reaction was strangely off. A strange man harassing her rudely at this hour, yet she neither resisted, nor scowled, nor ignored him and left… She simply looked up at him through her glasses with those eyes.
It wasn't fear that sealed her lips. Her face showed nothing of the sort. Those pale brown eyes gazed at him, as if peering into his soul, into the deepest recesses. They seemed to suck him in. It felt less like facing a person and more like staring at a pitch-black canvas.
"…Uh, ugh…?"
Before he knew it, the man had released her arm and stumbled back several steps. Apple watched him with those emotionless eyes, then turned indifferently and entered the motel.
Left behind, moments later the man doubled over on the empty, filthy street, retching inexplicably from a sudden nausea.
Knock knock.
Apple stood before a certain room and lightly rapped on the door. It wasn't long before it creaked open, and a familiar face greeted her from inside.
"Hey, Apple. I was starting to think you'd never show."
"Hello, No. 13. Sorry I'm late."
The one who opened the door was Villain No. 13 from the villain organization Abyss. A villain she ought to arrest as a heroine, yet Apple beamed with melting happiness and greeted him politely.
"Come on in."
No. 13 ushered her inside. The room was your standard motel setup—nothing special. A double bed big enough for two, but the sheets and blankets felt worn. The small window made it feel stuffy all around, and the dated, tacky interior didn't help. The only upsides were that it was unmanned, so a villain like No. 13 could use it without worry, and it was cheap.
"No trouble on the way?"
"No. Nothing worth your attention, No. 13."
Without any orders, Apple stood ramrod straight in the center of the room, at attention. Just like always. No. 13 circled her slowly, scrutinizing her from head to toe, drinking in every detail.
A body search to check for hidden weapons… or so he claimed. But Apple knew full well it was anything but a simple inspection.
Her outfit was simple—a light blouse shirt and jeans. But under the light, the white shirt hinted at what lay beneath, and the jeans tucked into her waistband highlighted her crotch unmistakably. Leaving Club aside, Spade had a more energetic vibe despite her femininity. Apple, though—her usual aura and clothes oozed pure womanliness.
Sweet fragrance wafted from her—perfume or shampoo, perhaps. After calmly appraising her body, No. 13 reached out and groped her prominent breasts over her clothes. Through the thin fabric, he felt the bra's texture and the heavy weight of her tits in his palm.
"Apple, what cup size are these again?"
She blushed faintly but answered without hesitation. Bigger than he'd thought. Bigger than Spade's, if she wasn't lying—and it was obvious at a glance. Spade's body was toned and sleek, while Apple's had just the right amount of soft flesh everywhere, without being flabby. Made her all the more fun to touch.
Savoring that satisfying heft, No. 13 kept groping, his hands roaming her body—down from her breasts to her lower abdomen, sides, thighs, ass, and even her crotch.
Despite his hands blatantly molesting her, Apple stood still, accepting it all without resistance. If anything, she looked pleased. Her flushed face offered her body gladly.
Doesn't look like the brainwashing's worn off.
"Alright, Apple. That's enough over-the-clothes inspection."
No. 13 patted her ass lightly and gave the next order.
"Next up is the nude check, so strip and stand. I'll be filming, so take it slow—make sure I get a good view."
"Yes, No. 13."
With a dazed expression—but eyes brimming with clear anticipation and joy—Apple undid her shirt buttons one by one.
Slurp… Slurp… Slurp…
"The 7th Squad's busy right now? Makes sense. One of their members got kidnapped, after all."
"Yes… heh♡"
No. 13 sat on the edge of the bed. Apple knelt between his legs, dutifully servicing his cock with her mouth and hands.
Just moments ago, he'd had her stand for admiration, kissed her, and gotten fully hard. Now she lavished that viciously erect dick with joyful service. Gently fondling his balls, licking up the shaft meticulously, occasionally nibbling lightly and slurping away. She tended to the villain's cock with the reverence of a lowly slave.
And more—she'd rub her cheek against it happily now and then, or bury her nose in the precum-leaking head or under his balls, sniffing deeply. The picture of a veteran whore, utterly depraved.
From his interrogation, No. 13 had learned she was a virgin—and he'd confirmed it himself—until he took her. No longer.
"No. 13… No. 13♡"
Yet her cock-obsessed clinging made it hard to believe she'd been a virgin until recently. Maybe Dorothy's brainwashing drug had side effects, but mostly it was her true nature. He hadn't taught her much, yet she picked up fellatio techniques on her own, mastering them fast. That demure face hiding a massive slut? She suited being a whore more than a heroine.
Blushing deeply with utter bliss, Apple swirled her tongue around his glans. One hand caressed his balls, the other stroked the shaft. The sensitive head teased on her tongue, her cool hand massaging his cock softly—a tingly rush built in his gut. Pure ecstasy already.
Her tongue-rolling shifted: lips enveloped the head, cautiously swallowing his dick. Slick with saliva, it slid between her plump lips into that small, pretty mouth.
Schlurp… Schlurp… Nngh… Hngh… Slurp…
She cradled his balls gently on her palm, careful not to graze with teeth, swallowing inch by inch. Then a vulgar vacuum suck hollowed her cheeks, drawing him up lewdly. Filthy, wet sounds leaked from her cock-filled mouth.
Obscenely good. Felt amazing. He'd called her to check her brainwashing and get 7th Squad intel, but that flew from his mind—now only her warm mouth's sensation mattered.
A serious-faced heroine sucking a villain's dick with lover-like devotion. The perverse thrill flooded his brain like drugs. He nearly lost it, but reined himself in.
This secret meet wasn't just for sex—it was to glean 7th Squad and hero movements from her.
"Apple. So, how's Spade? She hasn't caught on or anything?"
Spade had broken free of his brainwashing on her own—a prime suspect. He'd re-done it, but vigilance was key.
"Hooop… Schluurp…♡ Y-yeah… haaa~♡ Yes… Spade… what was it…♡"
"Hey, focus. You wanna hear you're just a useless cocksucker?"
"Ah, ha…♡ Sorry…♡ But that sounds good too…♡ I'll be your exclusive cocksucker… I want to♡"
"Heroine my ass—you're such a hopeless slut."
Even his insults thrilled her; she shuddered happily. Lewd saliva drooled from her cock-stuffed lips, dripping down her chin to the floor.