Brainwashed Heroine's Slave Service (Apple - Brainwashed Sex Slave) (3)
After that, Apple continued to be cradled in Villain No. 13's arms, lavished with endless caresses. At times, she reversed roles, clinging tightly to his body, licking him all over and rubbing herself against him in devoted service. Even as she served, she couldn't hold back—she'd grind her pussy against his body and cum on her own.
It wasn't just the brainwashing. The side effects of the brainwashing drug had turned her into a lewd bitch in heat, unable to control her own desires.
"No. 13, sir. No. 13, sir."
"I'll serve you for life. I'll serve you, No. 13, sir."
"Ahh, I'm so happy to be with you, No. 13, sir..."
Just moments ago, he'd fed her a fresh dose of the brainwashing drug to reinforce her conditioning. The seed of joy in service had already taken root inside her, sprouting vigorously. He amplified that emotion, tuning her to cling even more desperately to No. 13.
The reinforcement worked wonders. Apple's face melted into one of utter debauchery as she confessed her heartfelt devotion.
"Here... it's ready for you, No. 13, sir..."
After a spell of mutual fondling, Apple knelt before him, bending over to present her ass. She wiggled it enticingly from side to side, seducing him. Reaching back between her legs, she spread her pussy wide—lewd juices strung out in sticky threads, dripping steadily to the floor. Those succulent, parted petals, glistening wet long ago, were fully prepared to welcome his cock.
She arched her hips high, making it easy for him to see, touch, or fuck. It was the picture of utter devotion. In No. 13's gaze, her graceful, eye-dazzling back curved elegantly; her adorable ass swayed invitingly; the pristine, chrysanthemum-like pucker of her clean anus winked between; and her delicate fingers held open the filthy slit oozing honey.
No. 13 inspected the ass shaking toward him more closely. He wanted to etch this noble, lovable sight into his heart's album forever. Her thighs, plump and toned, stretched taut beneath—irresistibly cute. As he savored her dripping pussy, he groped her ass and thighs with lewd intent.
"No. 13, sir... how's my ass...?"
"Uh... yeah? It's good."
"And my thighs...?"
"Love 'em. Yeah."
He lamented his meager vocabulary, but there was no helping it. Each grope filled his hands with perfect elasticity and firmness—no words beyond amazing or incredible would do.
"Hee... ehehehe...♡"
Here she was, naked and exposing her precious holes, shaking her ass like a temptress, beaming with the innocent smile of a girl in love. It was extremely troublesome for him. Something exploded in his mind; his already hard cock throbbed harder, surging with ferocity.
There was something addictive in Apple's words and voice—demonic allure that subtly stirred the soul. Come to think of it, he'd heard she handled persuading and reforming captured villains from the 7th Squad. No wonder—with her prim looks and voice, any man or woman would crumble and submit.
She could brainwash people with her voice alone. That's how potent it felt. Of course, that was impossible.
And now, that precious face and voice were wasted on seducing villains into depravity...
Sliiiick...
"Ngh...♡"
His raging cockhead brushed her pussy. It teased the well-exposed hole between her twitching labia, sliding deliberately downward, tormenting the edges. Apple let out a nasal moan, wiggling her ass to capture it. No. 13 simply matched her movements, keeping just enough distance to rub against her folds.
"Ahh... No. 13, sir... you're so mean..."
She was desperate to be pierced right then. Her labia quivered against his glans, begging to be filled. Lewd bitch-juice drooled thickly from her slit.
No. 13 scooped more of her nectar with his cockhead, stirring her entrance. The hot, clinging labia and wrapping fluids felt divine. He couldn't hold back anymore. Teasing over—he gripped her hips with both hands, slowly thrusting forward.
His aimed cock sank into her pussy. Schlop...!
"Ah..."
Her barely used hole clenched tight at first, resisting, but he forced it open with his glans and slid deep. "Aah, No. 13, sir...!! Haaahhn!!"
Not even halfway in, and Apple was already gasping in ecstasy. Her slutty, chewy walls clung greedily, every ridge welcoming him with a squeeze. The pressure, the transmitted waves of her bitchy joy and pleasure, drew a grunt of admiration from him: "Ooh."
Still tight as new, but not as vise-like as their first time. Not looser—no, far lewdlier, gripping even better. Her pussy had adapted beautifully to sex.
"Apple, relax a bit. Gonna go deeper."
"Ah... haa...?"
As he declared, he slipped a hand under her to knead her breasts, tweaking her nipples. The sensitive buds distracted her, easing the inner grip. Seizing the moment, he thrust fully home—his cock slamming deep inside.
"Oog♡?!!"
That thick glans thudded heavily against her depths, demanding more. The stretching pressure was unforgettable. Now buried to the hilt, his cock began to move—savoring her layered wrinkles that refused to let go, rocking his hips leisurely.
Shallow at first, then circling to stimulate every nook. Apple simply trembled in bliss, moaning happily.
"Apple, Apple... your pussy tastes so fucking good."
"Aah, ah, hng... hu...! N-No. 13, sir... No. 13, sir... aaah...!"
She looked utterly blissful, her ass twitching nonstop. Her walls clenched hard. Her joy, her ecstasy, pulsed through his buried cock. Pure heaven.
Schlop schlop schlop schlop schlop schlop squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
His cock plunged relentlessly into her soaked, sticky depths, stirring wildly. The motions grew bolder. Her pussy gushed obscene squelches with each thrust and withdrawal. From her forward-facing mouth came ragged, breathless pants.
"Eungh~~~!"
Apple came. She came hard on her own. Just a little stirring, and she shattered around his cock. She loved it—couldn't get enough, waves of pleasure crashing endlessly.
"Such a slutty girl, Apple."
"I'm thrilled you love my cock that much."
He kept thrusting, now slipping a hand between her legs to rub her clit. Her post-orgasmic scream swelled anew. But his hand, his hips—unstoppable.
"Aah, aaah! I came! I came, No. 13, sir! Nooo!"
"Aah, cumming... cumming again, I'm breaking... I'm gonna break...!"
Break all you want, he thought, crushing her clit. Then he ground her G-spot with his cock. She wailed like a madwoman. Another orgasm? Who knew.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch...
The pounding continued, his cock ravaging her depths. Occasionally, he hilted deep, kneading her innermost sanctum—the portio, her womb's gate. Her scream exploded.
Ecstasy overload. No. 13 pulled her up into his arms, shifting from doggy to reverse cowgirl. Gripping her waist, he used her like a fleshlight, jerking her body to milk his cock.
Her own weight drove him deeper, harder; she writhed in mind-melting pleasure.
"Almost there, Apple."
He warned, bucking upward. Their bodies slapped as she bounced. She tried to move with him but relaxed into yet another climax.
Perched on his hips, lost in orgasmic bliss, Apple drowned in happiness. At last, he ground stickily against her womb, then erupted: Spurt spurt spurt spurt...
His superhuman creampie—lava-hot, volcanic torrent—overwhelmed her. Trembling atop him, chin raised, tongue lolling, she sank into rapture...
Consciousness fading... melting away in bliss... everything dissolving...