#22 The Defeated Hero's Happy Slave Life (Club - The Villain's Sex Slave Hero) (1)
I receive a report from Apple about the current status of the 7th Squad—specifically Coco and Check, who underwent their first brainwashing session last night.
According to No. 13's investigations (most of which Apple herself compiled and sent), both Check and Coco are veteran heroes with far more experience than Spade or Club. Having lived through even the tail end of that "great disaster," I was worried on multiple fronts that something might go wrong... but things seem to be progressing more smoothly than expected.
Spade's progress is good too. She took a bit of a hit during the previous Club incident, but after repeated re-brainwashing sessions, she's reached a fairly stable state. In fact, that mishap allowed Dorothy to identify and fix the issues, turning it into a good opportunity. Now, she's even able to assist without issue in betraying and brainwashing Coco and Check. Of course, she still doesn't have a deep understanding of brainwashing itself... but overall, everything feels smooth.
No. 13 praises Apple over the phone before quickly hanging up. Long calls could arouse suspicion.
"You'll be seeing your comrades again soon. Excited?"
After ending the call and setting down his smartphone, No. 13 glances down at his crotch and asks. There, in her now-familiar maid outfit, Club clings to his penis, servicing it devotedly with her mouth.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Club has pulled open the front of her maid top, exposing her lovely breasts. She sticks to his cock like glue, flicking her tongue over it, lightly nibbling and sucking the tip, then licking all along its length in devoted service. Compared to the first time she serviced him, her technique is astonishingly improved—not just more skilled, but her flushed face beams with happiness, as if pleasuring No. 13 brings her immense joy.
She doesn't even respond—too focused on her task to hear about her comrades— so No. 13 strokes her head encouragingly. Just that sends Club writhing in ecstasy, her body trembling. She finds profound happiness in the smallest things.
Club fell for No. 13's scheme and, after a ten-day brainwashing process, swore complete submission and obedience. Her mind and soul are now caged like a bird, utterly bound under his name, unable to move. Her fangs no longer point at No. 13 or anyone in Abyss. She's become the villain organization's obedient pet dog.
She still looks happy, though.
Her face right now radiates pure joy and contentment. She must have no complaints. No. 13 assumes as much on his own. So what if she does? Should a villain care about a hero's gripes?
"Mmmph... haah... schlurp..."
"Good girl, Club. I'm about to cum. On your face today?"
"Mmph... haaa... Yesss... Use me however you want... ♡"
Club releases No. 13's penis from her mouth. She strokes his saliva-slick shaft with her hand, teasing the glans and urethra with her tongue tip now and then, while her finger-ring glides pleasurably along it. Her other hand massages his balls, coaxing out thicker, more satisfying semen. Overwhelmed by her touch, her tongue, and that vulgar expression unbecoming a hero, No. 13 cums just as promised.
Splurt... splurt... splurt... spuuurt...
Thick, musky white fluid shoots toward Club's face with force. It splatters across her pale, pristine skin, defiling it. Watching that cathartic corruption up close makes his cock twitch in her grip. Club doesn't resist—she closes her eyes and takes every drop on her face. Her flushed expression shows no disgust, only joyful acceptance, radiating lewd allure.
The massive load—double a normal man's—finally subsides. Club slowly opens her eyes and lets out a long sigh.
"Haaaah ♡... Thank you... Master... No. 13's semen... I love it so much... This taste and smell... it makes me so happy... I'm so happy... ♡"
Her brainwashing makes No. 13's semen act like an aphrodisiac or narcotic. Just receiving it on her body or inhaling its scent plunges her into deep bliss. He's implanted all sorts of fun experimental or hobbyist suggestions. Thanks to that, Club has become a cock-and-sex-obsessed slave who'll do anything for No. 13 and his dick.
Did I go a bit overboard?
Club shudders and zones out from the hit alone. Seeing the entranced hero, No. 13 feels a faint, almost imaginary twinge of conscience—but instead of apologizing, he reaches out to fondle her exposed breasts, rubbing her stiff nipples obsessively. Club moans, "Hyaah..." in blissful sigh.
"Club, this isn't enough to satisfy you, right?"
"Haah... Y-Yes... More... I want more... of you, No. 13..."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Not much time left before I head back anyway—might as well fill you up till then."
"Eek... Yes, exactly..."
"Then quit slacking, strip already, spread that pussy, and beg for cock."
No. 13 chides her, pinching and twisting both nipples. Club eagerly agrees like a yes-girl, frantically stripping off her clothes.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... Nnghooo... huuuh... aaah... kyaaah...
And so begins the full routine of slave-hero Club. In other words, her life as No. 13's fuckhole.
Now naked in his room, she's getting pounded from behind. Her daytime duties involve cleaning and odd jobs around the Abyss Hideout, taking two or three hours—everything else is spent as his sex slave. The chores are just a side gig; this is her true purpose, her core duty.
"Aaah, No. 13... No. 13...! Your huge... hnngaaah... cock... it's filling me up inside... Feels so good... I'm going crazyyy..."
"Go crazy if you want, Club. Even if you break, I won't toss you out. You're my precious fuckhole, after all."
"Haaaang ♡♡ Th-Thank you, thank you. Ahuuu, I'm... your fuckhole... No. 13's fuckhole, so I'll squeeze harder ♡♡...!"
As promised, her slick, sopping pussy clenches and writhes around his cock. No. 13 pauses his thrusting, instead churning her sticky hole deep with his rigid meat rod—stir... stir. Club, who'd been squeezing diligently, lets out a lewd "Nngoooooh!" as his probing cock forces her walls apart.
He slips a hand between her thighs to rub her clit, and in her embraced-from-behind position, her body jerks upward. Consecutive pussy and clit stimulation sends her over the edge again.
"For a hero, Club, you're ridiculously pathetic down there. How many times is this already?"
"Eek... hiiik... Th-This is my seventh...! Since just a bit ago...!"
"You cum way too easily. Ever heard of endurance?"
She could feel wronged. This count includes pre-insertion orgasms, after all—he tormented her relentlessly with various teasing methods beforehand. Her already hypersensitive, brainwashed body and erogenous zones were groped and stimulated to excess, even fucked with a dildo—thrust... thrust. He'd started playing with her ass lately too. No wonder she came; that was the whole point.
But this Club wouldn't complain about injustice.
"Huuuh... S-Sorry, sorry... Sorry for my pathetic pussy... ♡"
Despite her apologies, she smiles. No. 13 slaps her ass—smack smack—and resumes pounding. Her recently climaxed body, still echoing with aftershocks, screams even louder as he plows her.
Sloosh... glurk glurk glurk glurk...
Finally, No. 13's cock batters her deepest depths, erupting semen in thick surges. Club, proudly his toilet, accepts the flooding torrent into her female hole and womb...