Kidnapped in a Carrier (4)
On the cold marble floor of the basement, a dark crimson summoning gate tore open the jaws of hell once more. From within emerged Chiharu, the fox-masked huntress clutching her magic bow instead of her master's grand feathered cloak. In one hand, she carried a massive travel suitcase that emitted a constant, faint, lascivious vibration.
The moment she fully stepped out of the gate, three shadows hurried down the stairs to greet her.
Koharu was the first to rush forward, Corax perched proudly on her shoulder. "Sis! You're safe! Master said... the mission was a success...!" Koharu's eyes brimmed with pure relief and joy at her sister's return. But her nose twitched. The unfamiliar scent of another woman's sweat, fear, and bodily fluids wafting from her sister. A flicker of wariness passed through her innocent gaze.
Akey followed with elegant steps. Her eyes weren't on Chiharu but fixed on the suitcase in her hand. "Well done, Chiharu." Her voice was calm, but it carried the sharp edge of the matriarch's interrogation. "So... is that Master's new toy?"
Over Chiharu's shoulder, Corax's red eyes gleamed toward the suitcase. The crow familiar flapped its wings lightly, detecting the strange female scent and fear pheromones leaking from within, and let out a low, wary caw.
Chiharu savored the sense of superiority as their gazes and questions washed over her. Without a word, she released the suitcase handle. At that instant, a muffled moan escaped from inside: "Mmmph...♡"
Just then, Koharu's smartphone chimed like a divine oracle once more.
The three women's eyes locked onto the small smartphone screen. With trembling hands, Koharu opened the message and began reading the words of their god aloud in her shrine maiden's voice.
"First. To my hunting hound, Chiharu." As Koharu began the recitation, Chiharu reflexively dropped to her knees. "Your hunt today was splendid. You understood my command perfectly and successfully 'retrieved' the target. However, allowing your presence to be spotted by lowly insects was a clear mistake. It's the consequence of your inexperience, so be more cautious next time. Still, your overwhelming power and resolve against the government's hounds, even after my warning, deserve praise. Your fangs are sharper than I expected."
Chiharu bit her lip, head bowed. "Mistake." The word pierced her pride. Even cloaked in her master's mantle, she hadn't fully concealed her presence. Rage mingled with awe at his insight—he saw her limits clearly yet still affirmed her worth. "I need to grow stronger. More perfect. Next time... I'll become a shadow so flawless no gaze can touch me."
"Second. To my shrine maiden, Koharu." Koharu's voice grew even more reverent at her name. "You're tending my messenger well. Corax is growing properly, nourished by your pure faith. Continue raising it as a faithful familiar that conveys my will in your way. Excellent."
"Ah... Master...!" Tears of joy streamed from Koharu's eyes. She gently stroked Corax's head on her shoulder. As if understanding the praise, the crow nuzzled her cheek with a contented chirp.
"Finally... to my matriarch, Akey." Akey swallowed dryly. "I received your offering well. The food... infused with your devotion, was most satisfying. I take it as proof you haven't forgotten your role as this temple's matriarch." Koharu paused to catch her breath before reading the next line, which froze the other two women's hearts. "Therefore... anticipate the 'special reward' prepared solely for you."
"Special reward...?"
Chiharu's mind went blank. She'd risked her life in battle, earning only "praise" and "reprimand." Yet her mother had offered mere scraps of food and received a "special reward"—one "solely for you." The words shattered her sense of superiority. The horrifying possibility that her victory in the hunt could lead to defeat in the bedroom. She glanced at her mother. Akey maintained a composed expression, but the faint smile at her lips was unmistakably that of a victor.
Finally, Koharu read the message applying to all three.
"And I command you three bitches. The new toy at your feet. Train it... in your own ways, into a perfect slave befitting my temple. This is your first joint task."
As the message ended, a heavy silence blanketed the basement. The three women's gazes converged on the massive suitcase vibrating faintly on the floor. Sisterly bonds were gone. Only the raw jealousy and crisis between bitches serving the same male burned in their eyes, alongside cruel curiosity toward the new plaything.
A new player had entered the field.
It unfolded like a grand ritual. Akey led the way, Chiharu and Koharu following like priests bearing an offering, wheeling the massive suitcase from the basement to the center of the living room—right before their master's throne. Muffled whimpers of a terrified beast and the ceaseless mechanical hum leaked from within.
Setting the suitcase before the throne, Akey spoke to Chiharu with matriarchal authority. "This is your prey. Open it... with your own hands."
Feeling the thorns in those words, Chiharu silently reached for the zipper. She pulled it deliberately slowly, letting the "ziiiiip—" echo through the entire chamber.
The zipper's release unleashed Pandora's box of stench and sound. Sweat soaked in terror from the cramped space, the scent of despairing tears, and the fishy-sweet aroma of overflowing love juices from relentless forced pleasure assaulted the three women's noses all at once. The dildo's "whiiiir—" and Sea's stifled moans "Hnngh! Mmmph!" followed.
Finally, Akey flung the lid wide open.
Inside lay what had once been Kim Sea—a single, utterly broken bitch.
Curled like a fetus, her posture was far from peaceful. Swept repeatedly by waves of forced climax against her will in pitch-black terror, her body trembled faintly from the aftershocks. Her porcelain Russian-Korean skin was marred with red abrasions from the suitcase's rough interior and pressure marks from the confinement. Her beautiful brown hair clung to her cheeks in sweat-soaked, tear-streaked, saliva-matted tangles.
The panties gagging her mouth were drenched in drool. Cable ties bound behind her back dug into her pale wrists, bruising the flesh. And at the core of all the humiliation... a dildo buried deep between her legs, still vibrating furiously. Around it pooled her fluids, reeking of a bitch in heat. Finally, the Salvation Stigmata on her pale lower abdomen glowed with a faint, ominous red in response to her fear and pleasure.
The three women gazed down at this masterpiece of destruction with differing eyes.
Akey's held the cold light of an appraiser. "Hmm... still defiance in her eyes. Body's tamed by pleasure, but her spirit hasn't broken. Quite the... labor-intensive material." She began plotting how to train this new bitch into perfect submission beneath her. To Akey, Sea was no rival—just an ideal "specimen" to prove her skills to their master.
Chiharu's brimmed with the predator's cruel satisfaction over her catch. "Serves you right, first onahole bitch." The humiliation of being "first" that had crushed her moments ago was perfectly avenged by this wretched sight. The resistance was gone; now just a slab of meat mewling in ecstasy. She burned with the urge to shatter every last shred of the bitch's pride with her own hands.
Only Koharu's eyes held something different—a twisted pity, like gazing at a lost lamb through blind faith. "Aah... poor soul. Still writhing in pain, unaware of Master's true grace." Staring at the glowing stigmata on Sea's abdomen, she felt kinship and mission. "It's okay... you'll understand soon. How ecstatic the salvation is beyond this suffering... I'll... I'll guide you there."
Akey took her first act as matriarch. Leaning down, she slowly reached toward the dildo between Sea's legs.
The moment her cold fingers brushed Sea's pleasure-fevered thigh, Sea's body jerked in spasm.
"Hnngh!"
Thus began the three women's hellish initiation for the newcomer.