Euphoria: A Butterfly's Dream

On one hand, seeing her mistress being violated in such a manner, so brutally, should have made Frederica furious. But there was no mistaking the sheer pleasure on her face, the adoration in her eyes, the lust they had for each other's bodies.

There was no volume, no way to tell what they were saying to each other, but Frederica could tell that Emilia was mewling into his ear, egging him on to pound her like she was soft mochi, and Subaru was reciprocating, practically bouncing on her ass with each stroke. Jackhammering her. Emilia lovingly nuzzled her cheek against his. It was like Emilia had completely forgotten about how upset she'd been when she saw Subaru kissing Elsa.

Speaking of which, Frederica glanced away from the screen, to see Elsa watching intently with a satisfied smile on her face. To see this murderer witness the coupling of her mistress and her knight like it was entertainment irked her to no end. The same went for Priscilla, who watched like she was watching farm animals rutting. A vague interest, but no more. Frederica and Emilia had given Crusch privacy by not watching during the first trial, yet those two appeared harbor no shame, openly displaying their voyeuristic tendencies.

"This isn't something we should be watching," Frederica called out. Priscilla didn't even bother glancing away from the monitors, concealing her expression with that fan she carried everywhere.

"This is the only entertainment this place has to offer, and to see the half-devil act the whore is more amusing than staring at these white walls for any longer," said Priscilla. She had the audacity to sound bored, her insults flying without concern.

"I won't allow you to disrespect my mistress. Turn away at once."

"Or else what, demi-beast?" Priscilla asked nonchalantly. "In what world does your meager authority supersede my sovereignty?"

Frederica clenched her jaw, but there was little else she could do. Having never met Priscilla before, Frederica wasn't particularly impressed by what she saw. Just a vain, arrogant woman that truly believed from the bottom of her soul that she had supremacy over everyone and everything around her.

Frederica continued to watch the monitor, trying to ignore the strange feelings she was getting from watching Subaru drag his veiny, massive cock out of Emilia's asshole, only to punishingly slam himself back inside.

It's… way too big, Frederica bit her lip while squeezing her legs together. How does it all fit? He'll hurt her like this.

Frederica tried to imagine what it would feel like, to be in Emilia's place. To have something that thick plunging into her insides. She couldn't fathom it. To think that this bratty boy had such a monster between his legs…

Fuck… he's so long. Would something like that fit in my mouth?

She could almost taste it, and her mouth watered. Frederica whimpered, transfixed onto the screen as she watched Subaru take a deliberately long and harsh thrust into his bound sex pet.

I should… stop looking. It's indecent.

Frederica couldn't look away. It was easier to ignore when it was Subaru with Crusch, having looked away before the action started. Emilia's mouth opened in an orgasmic scream. Frederica could only imagine what it sounded like. Frederica tried to tell herself that she was only watching to make sure that things were alright. For Emilia's sake.

Emilia's asshole gushed a small river of white as Subaru pulled himself free, giving Frederica her first, uncensored view of Subaru's penis as it swung out, dangling between his legs. She had to cover her mouth to keep the gasp from escaping her lips.

He was still hard, staring at the unlocking screen as he waited for the room to declare that the stage was clear.

The chime played over the loudspeakers, and the screen turned to black. Frederica desperately wished that it had stayed on longer.

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After Subaru finished up inside of her anus, watching his favorite fart little cum bubbles out that dribbled to the floor, Emilia was practically comatose, her tongue hanging out of her mouth lazily while tears dribbled down her cheeks and her eyes looked as though they were permanently fixed upwards. Subaru kissed her cheek gently, licking up her salty tears of pleasure.

"Da…ddy… da…ddy…" Emilia muttered. She'd been repeating that even as the light turned green and the room chimed that the second test was over. Subaru untied her, but even then, she laid limply on the table, forcing him to pick her up bridal style and take her to the shower.

Both of her holes were gaping, drooling with cum, which was whisked away under the running water of the shower. Subaru had taken off his jacket, shoes, and socks to avoid letting them get soaked as he ran a wet cloth over Emilia's limp body.

He had to take off her clothes, folding them neatly at the side, and he could now see that the bindings had been far too tight, leaving red marks over her skin. Subaru gritted his teeth, holding himself back from raping her body again as he worked.

Every time he dragged the washcloth over her pussy to wipe away the semen packed so deeply inside, Emilia shivered, letting out even more. It was like trying to fill a sieve with sand. Eventually, Subaru pushed down on her stomach right above where he thought her womb was, pushing out a large deluge of semen from both her holes, which clumped the drain and forced him to stamp it down with his foot.

As Subaru gazed at Emilia's fucked-stupid face, he wondered if he had been too rough with her.

What a stupid question. Who would look at this and say, no, you didn't go completely fucking overboard and abuse this situation to fuck this innocent, sweet girl you love into a pile of mush? Who would look at Emilia, her body fucked absolutely stupid, and say that he hadn't been rough enough?

He'd let the monster out, and he'd taught her what it meant to be raped by him.

What Crusch experienced was just as bad, and she hadn't had the luxury of foreplay like Emilia did. Yet Emilia's body seemed so might more sensitive than hers, an absolute bundle of nerves that were set alight with every touch. It didn't make things any easier that Subaru's cock was still achingly hard despite having cum four times today.

Well, the broadcast must've already ended by now, Subaru mused, fishing out his cock. He deserved a reward for all this hard work. Emilia certainly wouldn't mind, not that she was in any state to protest it.

Subaru sunk back into that warm, wet embrace once more. He could wash it out again later.

He didn't even care that his clothes were being soaked under the warm water. All that mattered was Emilia's naked, wet, limp body, pliant to his desires. Her legs and arms wrapped around his torso lovingly by instinct as her mouth babbled meaningless nonsense.

"Good girl," Subaru whispered, burying himself inside her again.

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Subaru came out of the shower feeling refreshed. His hair, shirt, and pants, were both damp, having been soaked by the shower water after taking Emilia again in there. He'd wrung out his clothes, but there was still moisture that would cling to his skin until it dried out.

Emilia was dressed, now, but had fallen asleep at some point after her body gave out after Subaru went for round three for dessert. He came out of the room carrying her in his arms. Frederica hurriedly assisted him in placing her down, using Subaru's jacket as a pillow as she laid in Frederica's lap.

Subaru sat close by, brushing a strand of hair out of her face as he gazed upon her lovingly. Her expression looked troubled as she slept. It made sense, after all, this place was the stuff of nightmares. But still, she looked more peaceful than the whore faces that she was making only an hour ago made her out to be.

This place was taking its toll on her. On all of them.

The timer had once again changed, this time set to ten hours. Subaru stared at the clock with hatred in his heart. They were stuck here for at least another ten hours. He felt like he was going insane here. The room was silent. Nobody particularly wanted to speak to each other, and everyone was getting thirsty, tired, and uncomfortable.

"How are you doing, Frederica?" Subaru asked, as they settled down in their spots leaning against the white wall.

"This is taking it's toll on me, I must admit. I'm happy that you and Emilia-sama made up in some way, even if it wasn't conventional," Frederica replied evenly. Despite her words, she couldn't meet his gaze, a light blush on her cheeks. Subaru wondered if she had watched. "I wonder how long we'll be stuck here before we're freed."

"Yeah," said Subaru. "Me too."

"I must admit, I was surprised when she forgave you that easily, but that's Emilia-sama for you. She's a kind girl, at heart," Frederica's eyes softened. "My apologies for being rude earlier. It's just… this situation. It's getting to my head, and then when Emilia-sama told me what you did… I should have known better that you wouldn't have been with that murderer of your own free will. I can't believe I let her slip out of my sight, and into that room with you alone. It's my fault."

"I don't hold anything against you, Frederica," said Subaru. "In fact, it's touching that you care about Emilia this much. And it's not your fault, it's Elsa's. Her specialty is being a pain in my ass."

Subaru scowled. Just thinking about how she drove a wedge between himself and Emilia made him furious. "Of all the people in the world to be stuck in a room with, it just had to be that psychopath. I'll have to sleep with one eye open for as long as she's alive."

"We're all on edge, here. It's this place," said Frederica. "So. I must ask, who are you thinking about picking in ten hours?"

"I don't know," Subaru said somberly. "It takes a toll on people's bodies. I'm not sure how much more Emilia or Crusch can handle. Or myself for that matter."

"So then it's me, Priscilla, or Elsa," said Frederica, her lips pinched together in discomfort. Her eyes looked conflicted. "...If need be, I'll volunteer for the disgrace, if only to spare Emilia-sama."

"You… you would do that for Emilia?" asked Subaru, his eyes wide in disbelief. Frederica nervously twiddled her thumbs together, her eyes not reaching his piercing gaze.

Before she could muster up a response, the light above one of the doors suddenly turned green and slid open, and Subaru got up to investigate.

It was a small, cramped dorm room, more like a prison room, with three beds with exposed metal springs, a thin mattress and a threadbare blanket on top of each. The room was dirty, with stains and dust everywhere, and it seemed deliberate, just like how their collective toilet was a bucket, how their drinking water and food came in a dog bowl.

And of course, there weren't enough beds for everyone present. It would have been even worse if Felt was still with them. Unless some of them were willing to share, someone would have to sleep on the floor. Subaru didn't mind the idea of making Elsa sleeping on the floor, but between six people, it would be three of them on the floor. If they squished onto the cramped twin beds, perhaps two of them could fit on a bed together. On one of the beds was a single piece of bread, the only food there was besides the dog food.

Priscilla's hand reached out to grab it, and without realizing it, Subaru snatched her wrist.

"Unhand me, cretin," Priscilla sneered. "Be grateful I haven't already turned you into a smear on the wall for touching me so carelessly."

"We need to share it with everyone," Subaru said angrily. "You haven't done anything but complain and insult everyone ever since we got here. What makes you think you should have all of it?"

"Obviously, I need to eat, and someone of my stature can't sink to eating dog food," Priscilla snorted. "It's degrading."

"This is degrading to everyone! Nobody can afford to be selfish."

"As I said before, unhand me."

"Not until you drop the bread."

Priscilla rolled her eyes and tugged her arm. Only for her eyes to widen when she realized that Subaru's hand was still on her wrist. "What?" Priscilla asked, a look of confusion on her face.

Subaru was surprised that he was still standing at this point. He knew from getting kicked by her just how physically strong Priscilla was, but she didn't feel any stronger than the average woman right now, tugging against him and using her other hand to try to pry his fingers away. Subaru let go, and Priscilla looked at her hands in confusion.

"Where'd your strength go?" Subaru uttered, just as confused as Priscilla.

"This… this mana-less atmosphere." Priscilla muttered.

"Hand over the bread," Subaru ordered. For once in her life, Priscilla did as she was told, and Subaru tore the bread apart into six equal-ish pieces, handing her one of them. Priscilla took her piece, looking rather downtrodden as she did so. It was an expression Subaru wasn't used to seeing on her face.

It seemed as though the lack of mana here was affecting their physical capabilities, Subaru noted, passing out the bread to everyone in the room. It was something he suspected when he and Crusch tried to break the glass separating them from Felt. Of course, it was thick glass, and it could have been specially-made, but then again, he'd seen how strong Crusch was in the battle against the White Whale.

This seemed to prove that strong people in this world, either consciously or unconsciously, manipulated the mana in their bodies and the atmosphere to augment their physical abilities. Without that, they were only as strong as physiology dictated. Which made Subaru stronger than them. After all, regardless of how well-trained they were, they were women, which meant that if he had to, he could overpower them.

The thought of doing came so easily, and disturbed him.

"I refuse to sleep on the ground with the rest of you," Priscilla sniffled.

"We'll be taking turns," said Subaru. "It's only fair."

"Or else what?" Priscilla demanded, as if attempting to regain some of her lost pride. "Who said that you were the one who gets to call the shots? Not a royal candidate. Not even of a noble bloodline. What will you do if I refuse to do what you say? You'll pick me in nine hours? Make me your next victim?"

Subaru's brain short-circuited for a moment, and he was left speechless. If Priscilla pissed him off enough, he could pick her. He could rape her if he wanted to.

He knew that it was something he'd considered before, but not seriously. Now faced with her, it was a reality. Subaru glanced at the clock on the screen. Nine hours. Nine hours until he could pick again. The seconds ticked by slowly, and Priscilla's arrogant sneer slowly melted off her face as she realized that he was considering it.

"You- you fucking animal!" Priscilla sputtered, in a very un-Priscilla like way. For the first time since he'd met her, he could see fear in her eyes. "You're actually considering it, aren't you?"

"Take the damn bed," Subaru managed to choke out, clenching his fists, his threat left unspoken, but hanging in the room. Emilia stirred, sitting upright as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Huh? Subaru? What's going on?" Emilia asked.

"Nothing," Subaru said gently. "We're just trying to figure out the sleep situation."

"I don't mind sharing a bed with Subaru," Emilia said shamelessly.

"I don't care what the rest of you peasants do," Priscilla snorted. "I refuse to sleep on the floor like a commoner." Subaru couldn't help but feel a flash of anger at her selfishness, glaring at her.

"Huh? Is there something going on between you and Priscila-san?" asked Emilia.

"No. Priscilla was just being a little selfish. Weren't you, Priscilla?" Subaru gritted out. Priscilla bit her lip and took one of the bunks, sleeping with her back turned to everyone else.

"Well, I think it's fair that Subaru and Emilia-sama get the second bed, considering that they're willing to share, that leaves one beds for the three of us," said Crusch, looking to Frederica and Elsa. "How do you think we should split this?"

"You went through a lot today, so I think it would be best for you to get some rest," said Frederica. "I don't like it, but Granhiert-san and I can sleep on the floor, or we can figure out a way to share it."

"Uhuhu, my, my, such consideration. I insist, in the name of our past indiscretion, that you and the duchess can share the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor tonight," said Elsa. Frederica looked uncomfortable with the idea, but acknowledged that sooner or later, they would have to let their guards down around Elsa. Subaru had to admit that Frederica looked rather cute cuddled up with Crusch, the bed lacking the space to really avoid sharing a lot of skin-to-skin contact.

They settled in for the night. Subaru took off his still-slightly damp track pants and jacket, leaving him in a t-shirt and boxers. Everyone had already seen what there was to see, after all. Emilia took off her thigh-high boots and cuddled up in the crook of Subaru's arm. It was cramped, and Emilia's soft and smooth bare legs intertwined with his, her breasts squished up against his side through a layer of clothing.

He would have given anything for this a few days ago, but here, it was a small luxury that didn't compensate for everything else. Maybe this was what it was like to have a girlfriend. Subaru could only hope that she would be so intimate and affectionate after they left this place.

The lights turned off suddenly, leaving them in almost complete darkness. Looks like whoever oversaw this was at least considerate enough to do that for them.

"At least we have beds," Emilia offered. "It's more comfortable than the floors."

"Yeah," Subaru responded half-heartedly. His mind was still on that look of fear in Priscilla's eyes, the acknowledgement that her natural fortune was nothing in the face of his authority in this place. He could choose whoever he wanted. He could rape whoever he wanted, including her. For someone she considered trash to have so much control over her must have been humbling.

Still, replaying those events in his mind, he found himself wanting to punish her for how much of a bitch she'd been. Everyone was on edge, but she just made things worse. Glancing over to her, he saw that she was sleeping on her side, facing away from everyone else, as if blocking it away with her back. If there was someone he really wanted to hurt, really wanted to humiliate, it was her.

Subaru's mind went over the day's events in his head over and over again. Emilia's ass had been so tight, so perfect, and he had left it gaping and full of cum. It had taken every ounce of strength to force his overly-thick cock inside of her, inch by inch. The veiny shaft disappearing into her was like a magic trick. Speaking of which, Subaru allowed his hands to wander under the sheets, under her skirt, and gripped her fat backside.

"Subaru," Emilia looked up to him, her eyebrows upturned with a blush on her face. "Everyone's in here," she whispered.

"I know," Subaru whispered back. "They've already seen everything. Besides, I won't make it obvious."

Despite that, his hand had disappeared under the elastic of her panties, two fingers digging into her pussy. Emilia clamped a hand over her mouth to keep the moans from escaping as Subaru played with her body under the sheets, hidden from everyone else. She was wet, and every noise his fingers made caused him to glance around, to make sure that nobody else had heard. It was hard to see anyone's reactions in the dark.

He just couldn't get enough of his precious Emilia-tan, and so he latched his mouth onto one of her pointy ears, nomming his lips over it and sucking, causing her to let out a low, muffled moan into her hand as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

At the same time, his mind was someplace else as he curled his fingers inside of Emilia's pussy. He was thinking about what it would be like if it was Priscilla he was doing this too. He could only imagine how hateful of a glare she would give if she was on her knees, being forced to suck his cock. Or how she would curse his name if he was playing with her pussy like this. In the darkness, it was easy to imagine it so.

Emilia came around his rough, thick fingers, shaking and trembling as she buried her face in his shoulder. It was cute how much she tried to hide her erratic breathing from everyone else, tried to hide her flushed face from him. Still, she eventually managed to catch herself.

They laid there for a second, and Subaru pulled out his fingers, before pushing them into Emilia's mouth. She looked at him with upturned eyes as she shamefully sucked her own juices off his fingers. Subaru could only imagine how good it would feel if it was his cock instead getting wrapped around that sweet mouth, that soft and slippery tongue. Once his hand was covered in drool, he wiped it away on the bedsheets, stroking Emilia's hair softly.

She nuzzled her head against his hand, languishing in his gentle touch. Subaru thought it was over when he closed his eyes, only to feel Emilia's hand digging into his boxers. Subaru's eyes shot open as he felt her hand wrap around his cock, reciprocating the pleasure. It was a simple handjob, but the fact that it was coming from Emilia-tan, with such a wife-like blush on her face as she glanced around to make sure they weren't getting caught made him rock-hard.

Subaru found that it was him now trying to muffle his moans. Her fingers were so smooth and soft, dancing over his shaft as she jerked him off silently. Every time her hand brushed against the glans, he thrust his hips upward, surprising her.

Just as he was about to cum right into the bedsheets, Emilia let go. Subaru nearly cried as he felt the pleasure dimming, but them she turned onto her side, facing the wall. Subaru thought that this was some kind of payback against some unspoken slight, to leave him with blue balls like this, until her hand guided his cock right in-between her soft, cushiony thighs. It was like that, in a spooning position, that Subaru humped Emilia's thighs, pre-cum making it slicker. It was an incredible feeling, and Subaru found his hand over her breast, squeezing down hard as he tried to hold on, to make this feeling last longer.

But it was useless, because Emilia stepped it up even further. She pulled down her panties under the sheets, shuffling them down her legs, before guiding the head of Subaru's cock into her pussy. Subaru pushed himself in, and that was all he could do. Enveloped in that wet, moist cavern after so much teasing, he came instantly. At this point, Subaru wasn't even sure if he was being quiet enough to not be noticed anymore, as he came into Emilia with everyone else in the room trying to get some sleep.

Eventually, Subaru was finished, going soft inside of her. He pulled out with a wet plop, and pulled up Emilia's panties, forcing the cum to stay inside of her. Emilia disappeared under the covers, and when Subaru wondered where she was going, he felt her mouth engulfing his shaft, sucking and licking up all the cum stuck to his shaft.

He nearly got hard again before Emilia finished cleaning him off. He felt her lips leave a kiss against his glans before she finally came up again. They stared into each other's eyes in an intimate moment, both of them blushing hard and feeling each other's breath against their skin. Emilia licked her lips, and Subaru immediately moved forward, kissing her. Her lips were soft against his chapped lips, but it didn't matter. He hadn't even felt this close to her in that final loop in the Witch's tomb. His mouth explored hers, their tongues brushing together. It was like that, in a sweaty heap of limbs that they fell asleep.

Subaru woke up to the sound of sucking in the darkness, his cock engulfed in a warm and moist cavern. Blinking and willing himself to wakefulness, his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, only to find Elsa having crawled on top of their bodies without waking them up, laying on top of Subaru's legs and sucking his cock. Her vibrant purple eyes shone in the darkness, her lips stretched around his gargantuan penis.

"What the fuck?" Subaru whispered, meeting her gaze. Elsa's gaze met his, and while holding eye contact, she slowly dragged her lips off his shaft, an inch at a time. He was almost painfully hard, left cold without Elsa's sweet mouth to satisfy him, and so it was a relief when she began to stroke him, up and down, her smooth fingers lubricated by saliva.

"I have another request for you," said Elsa. "I couldn't get you alone without anyone noticing, and when I came over, I saw just how hard you were and I couldn't help myself."

"You whore," Subaru hissed.

"What did I say about using my name?" Elsa sighed, but continued. "I smelled how much hatred you had towards that bitch with the red dress. I want you to take her next."

Fucking mind reader. "Fine," Subaru said begrudingly. "Is that all?"

"I just wanted to say, I watched your performance with the green-haired onee-san and the half-elf," Elsa smiled. "Very impressive. Congratulations."

"Thanks?" Subaru replied, unsure of what to say.

"And that's not all. I saw you playing with the half-elf after everyone went to sleep," Subaru felt his hair rise as he thought about that intimate moment they shared, and felt his blood boil at the thought of being entertainment for Elsa to watch. "And I know you were thinking about the orange-haired woman."

"Just get the hell out of my bed!" Subaru hissed angrily.

Elsa easily maneuvered herself over their bodies in the darkness, leaving his cock achingly hard. It was difficult to maneuver it back into his boxers, straining the fabric, but Subaru managed.

"I look forward to seeing what you do next, lest we meet the same fate as that thief girl. Tata," said Elsa, waving goodbye as she curled back up in the corner in her cloak and closed her eyes. Subaru wondered if Felt was still getting punished while they were resting. They'd stopped broadcasting her moans long ago. But that wasn't the main issue here.

Subaru gritted his teeth in irritation. Now he was awake and hard, and without the terminal in here to tell what time it was, he had no way of knowing how long he'd be left with blue balls unless he wanted to get up and check. He was sorely tempted to take Emilia's hand and wrap it around his cock and use it to get off, but there was no way she wouldn't wake up from that, and the cum would get everywhere. She was still asleep as well so she couldn't take care of it for him.

After a few more minutes, Subaru listened as the metal springs creaked, and saw Priscilla getting up in the darkness. She went to the main room, and as Subaru was wondering what she was doing, he heard the tinkle of piss falling into the bucket. So she had to go to the bathroom first. She was finally willing to degrade herself when there was no other option. Priscilla acted so high and mighty earlier, but now she was pissing in a bucket. After she sounded like she was done, he heard the slurping of water, and realized she was drinking from the dog bowl as well. Priscilla slipped back inside and laid back down in her bed.

Subaru was forced to lie there in the bed until the lights came on, causing everyone to wake up slowly. Both Elsa and Priscilla had earned his hatred, and he wanted both of them. At the same time, the things he said to Emilia had been in the heat of the moment. There was no guarantee that she would be okay with him picking a different girl again. Everyone else had left and gone to the main room already, leaving them alone.

"Hey," Subaru said awkwardly, trying to find the right words to say. "Are you alright?"

"I'm a little sore after all the fun we had yesterday, but I'm good! How are you?" Emilia asked.

"I'm just worried is all. I know that this takes a toll on your body, and isn't exactly comfortable for you. And I was thinking about the things we said when we were in there. About how you'd be fine with me fucking other girls. So I was thinking about who to pick next…" Subaru's voice trailed off.

"Oh…" Emilia said quietly, her face turning red. "I see. So I'm not enough for you, is that it? No matter how much I try to please you, it isn't enough?"

Emilia looked like she was about to cry. Subaru was about to deny it, to say no, she was enough, she was plenty, that Emilia was the only woman he needed in his life. But then he thought about how she'd been acting recently.

"...Do you want me to say yes?" Subaru asked quietly. Emilia whimpered, and nodded pathetically. To see his favorite demean herself like this, to acknowledge that she was only a side-woman, it made his heart ache and at the same time, it made him want to abuse her even more.

Subaru felt like his ego was through the roof right now. This was the conclusion she came to when she was him kissing Elsa. Emilia realized that she liked seeing him with other women, and that he was too good for her. It was twisted, and Subaru couldn't imagine wanting to share someone he loved with someone else. The thought of his Emilia being with any other man put him in a dangerous mood, even if it was completely theoretical.

"I'm a half-elf… with silver hair and amethyst eyes. I look like the Witch of Envy herself. Getting cheated on… is my place." Emilia sniveled.

Subaru leaned over, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I don't care about any of that. You're beautiful and you'll always be my number one," Subaru whispered. "But I'm still going to cheat on you anyway."

He looked around for a moment, to make sure that nobody else was looking, and punctuated his declaration by digging his fingers into Emilia's cunt, causing her to let out a slight squeal, before her hands snapped up to her mouth. Subaru felt around inside, and his fingers were submerged in the cum he'd planted inside so lovingly last night, kept warm by her cunt. "You aren't enough for me, but I promise you that you'll always be my favorite."

As Subaru withdrew his fingers, he put them into Emilia's mouth, letting her lick the cum off again, her eyes brimming with love. This place truly was taking a toll on all of them, it seemed. When Subaru withdrew his fingers, Emilia licked her lips experimentally, as if still getting used to the flavor of his cum mixed with her essence. "Who do you want next?" Emilia asked, her face red.

"Priscilla," Subaru said eagerly. Emilia stiffened at the idea of her man being with another royal candidate. "Don't worry, she won't get the Emilia-tan treatment. She's just going to be a hole for me to blow off some steam. I've been getting pissed at her for how she's been treating you and everyone else. And I still haven't forgiven her for what she said in the royal capital in front of those nobles."

"Subaru…" Emilia whispered. "It would be reaaaaally mean to do that to Priscilla-chan. Everyone treats me that way."

"They shouldn't," Subaru said angrily. "They should treat you like the perfect girl you are. And anyone who doesn't ought to be punished. Learn their place."

Emilia seemed to consider his proposition for a second. "You'd do it for me?"

"Yeah."

"Can I watch?" Emilia asked timidly.

Subaru chuckled. He had no control over whether or not she watched. But it was still cute that she was asking for his permission. "Emilia Maji-Megami…of course you can watch. If you're a good girl, you can even touch yourself."

"Really? Thank you, Subaru," said Emilia. She smiled so innocently at the thought of her rival getting raped by her man. It nearly made him want to take her again, then and there. "Be extra rough with her, then!"

"Oh, trust me," Subaru laughed darkly. It was so fun listening to Emilia talking about Priscilla like she was just a doll to play with. "I will."

"Just one thing?"

"Yeah, Emilia-tan?"

"I want you to make her work for it. I want you to reaaaally ruin her."

"That's really mean, Emilia-tan."

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The clock ticked down to zero yet again.

Priscilla was frozen in shock as Subaru announced her name. Frederica also reacted in surprise, knowing that Subaru and Emilia had made up, and glanced over to Emilia to gauge her reaction. Emilia simply smiled in delight that her man was going to enjoying himself with another woman's body. Someone as noble and arrogant as Priscilla, almost her polar opposite. Elsa simply smiled in satisfaction.

"You scum!" Priscilla cursed. Her fists were clenched, and she was shaking in anger. "You human fucking garbage! I swear once we leave this godforsaken place, I'll cut you down with mine Yang sword!"

"Special game: Please choose a second temporary unlocker. For this game, one keyhole will become an unlocker during the duration of the test. Status will be returned to keyhole once test is cleared." 

Everyone was surprised by the turn of events. Having had two tests already, this threw a wrench into everything from the sudden change of rules.

"Emilia," said Subaru, deciding instantly. "I pick Emilia." Emilia stepped forward, looking pleased with herself for having been chosen.

"Goddammit! Why? Why would you subject mineself to your lowly lusts?" Priscilla cursed.

"Time is running out," Subaru mused. He was right. This was no time for disagreements. There were only five seconds left, and neither of them had moved an inch. "You don't want to end up like Felt, right?"

"Each trial will be conducted while analyzing your physical and mental states, challenging both the keyhole and the unlocker. If keyhole or unlocker refuse to perform, the keyhole will be punished. Live video feed of the room will be broadcast to the main room. Audio will not be played. The live feed will end when the stage is cleared." The voice that repeated the rules reminded them all that Priscilla would be the one punished if either of them refused to do as they were told.

"Fine!" Priscilla sputtered, grabbing his hand and dragging him off to the room. Subaru allowed her to pull him along, since he didn't care if Priscilla ended up in a double-fucking machine like Felt did. In fact, he'd be happier if she did.

When they reached the room, they saw that there was a stockade, a wooden stand with cutouts for the head and arms for someone to be restrained in, as well as a large leather couch. Subaru and Emilia checked the box left in the center of the room.

Two vibrators, and a rope gag.

A handful of egg vibrators.

Tape.

Lube.

A leather paddle.

A strap on, with ribbing. It looked to be the same size as Subaru's cock, even, and had a wicked curve to it.

The clear conditions shone onto the wall, and Subaru smiled devilishly upon reading them.

KEYHOLE: BREASTS, MOUTH, ASSHOLE

TIMES TO EJACULATE: THREE FOR NATSUKI SUBARU, 1 FOR EMILIA

LOCATION: BREASTS, INSIDE, OUTSIDE

METHOD: ROUGH

SPECIAL CONDITION: 15 ORGASMS, CUM SHOWER, 30 STRIKES.

Priscilla paled as she read the conditions as well, glancing over to Subaru and Emilia with a mixture of fear and anger. That number was burned into his vision. Fifteen. The unlocking conditions were even more severe than the last ones as well.

"Well," Subaru said dismissively. "Looks like we'll have time to get real comfortable with each other. Emilia, could you get Priscilia for me?"

Priscilla stepped back, with an expression of fear he'd never seen on her before. She was like a cat, skittish and angry and it was only after both of them chased her around the room that Emilia had finally cornered her, securing her arms behind her back.

Subaru gave Priscilla a wicked grin as he descended upon her. He forced his lips onto hers, pressing his toned chest into her breasts while his hands flew under her dress, groping her ass, his fingers slipping under the elastic of her panties and squeezing the fat globes of flesh. Her lips tasted sweet. Like a cherry lip gloss. He was free to make this situation even worse for Priscilla if he wanted. Nobody was coming to save her.

Subaru forced his tongue into her mouth, tasting it, and Priscilla moaned unhappily into the kiss, struggling against Emilia's tight grip as she tried to free herself. Her strength was gone. Subaru could only imagine what Emilia was feeling right now, watching her knight forcing a kiss on her rival while holding her for him. He would have to ask her later.

Subaru ground his erection into her, reminding her of what was yet to come, while his fingers slipped under the waistband of Priscilla's panties, digging into her cunt. She squirmed and wriggled as he curled his fingers inside of her.

He wanted to fuck her, just like this, with Emilia holding her, but he forced himself not to. There was better ways to do this. He just had to be patient.

Finally, when Subaru had enough, he pulled away, licking some of the drool that had dripped down his chin. "Let her go," Subaru ordered, and Emilia did as she was told. Priscilla immediately fled backwards as she was released, wiping her chin aggressively, panting for breath, as if trying to scrub away the saliva on her skin. Overpowering this aggressive woman was fun, but now he wanted her to come to him. To them.

"What the hell was that?" Priscilla demanded. "You let your knight do this?"

"Subaru can do whatever he wants to," Emilia shrugged. "It's reaaally exciting to see him do this to other girls."

Priscilla's eyes widened in horror of the realization that Emilia supported him in this endeavor. Her reactions were simply delicious. In this room, he could do anything.

"Let's just get this over with," Priscilla gritted out, trying to seize some control back over this situation.

"Oooh! Ooh! Me first!" Emilia thrust her hand into the air, jumping like she was a student hoping to get called on. "Can I play with her first?" asked Emilia.

"Of course you can," Subaru chuckled, and Emilia sprung into action, pulling down her panties and stepping through them. She lifted her skirt, exposing her lower body to Priscilla.

"Eat me out," Emilia demanded.

"What the fuck? No!" Priscilla made a disgusted face.

"Prisca Benedict, does this constitute your refusal to play the game?" The voice chimed in. Priscilla's eyes went wild with fear. 

"No! I'll… I'll play the game," Priscilla muttered angrily.

"Your next refusal will count as an automatic game over." The voice responded.

Reluctantly, Priscilla sank to her knees, gripping Emilia's thighs as she brought her face to Emilia's crotch. Subaru plopped down on the couch, noting how much more comfortable it was than that crappy bed as he enjoyed the show. Emilia didn't move, letting Priscilla do all the work, her tongue diving into the pink folds of Emilia's perfect cunt, and it made Subaru wonder how it would look to see Crusch or Frederica in Priscilla's place, eating out his favorite. It was then that he decided that lesbian sex was hot.

"How does her tongue feel, Emilia?" asked Subaru.

"A-Ah! It feels good. It feels really good!" Emilia panted. Subaru chuckled in amusement.

"Better than when I do it?" asked Subaru.

"N-No, but it's still really good. Priscilla is doing a good job," said Emilia. It was a lovely sight to behold his favorite getting her cunt eaten out by an unwilling participant, all while she was blushing cutely with every movement, letting out tiny gasps as Priscilla worked.

The fire in Priscilla's eyes burned brightly, but with no warnings left, Priscilla did as she was told, digging her tongue into Emilia's cunt only to taste Subaru's cum, still lingering there from when he poured it in so deeply last night.

"Hrk."

Priscilla's eyes watered at the flavor, and pulled her head back and retched, but before she could escape from Emilia, Emilia grabbed the back of Priscilla's head and forced her lips back into her cunt. Priscilla screamed in pure rage, sending the vibrations into Emilia's cunt, and making her bite down on her finger as Priscilla let out all of her frustrations through her mouth. Emilia came, hissing through her teeth and spraying her juices into Priscilla's mouth, before finally letting her go. Priscilla gasped to catch her breath.

"Good girl," Emilia cooed demeaningly, patting Priscilla on the head.

"You half-devil wench," Priscilla panted. 

"Hey, it's my turn," Subaru called from the couch.

With all the reluctance in the world, Priscilla pulled down her dress, covering her nipples with her forearm, cupping the side of her breast. Still, her arm wasn't nearly thick enough to cover that wide expanse of exposed flesh, milky and tantalizing.

"Well? Hurry up, get off your worthless ass, and get your pants off!" Priscilla demanded.

"Nope. I think you should do all the work," said Subaru, patting his thigh. "C'mere. Get on your knees and take my pants off for me. Make me cum."

Priscilla slowly shuffled over to him, looking at Subaru with disgust, the fire raging in her eyes. She sunk to her knees, using her one free arm to tug down his pants. Then his boxers. When the fabric was finally drawn down to his knees, his erection swung up to greet her, nearly striking her in the chin. Subaru groaned as she wrapped her tits around his cock.

"Don't make disgusting sounds!" Priscilla snapped.

"I can't help it when it feel this good," Subaru smirked. "This definitely makes up for those appas."

"I don't know what that foolish mouth of yours is blabbering on about, but I've certainly done nothing to deserve this."

Subaru couldn't help but burst out laughing. That look of disdain, her haughty attitude, the irritation written all over her face. They had pissed him off time and time again, but here she was, stroking his cock with her massive tits, and it was all the better for it.

Priscilla had a worse memory than a goldfish. Here she was, rubbing those milkers together and not remembering their bet when they first met. She'd wagered her tits on ten games of roshambo, with the appas he bought on the line. He'd lost all of them but one game where he'd cheated, but she still admitted defeat back then, only for them to be cruelly interrupted before Subaru could get what belonged to him.

To think that all this time later, he'd finally get his prize, so reluctantly granted. Having her service him like this, under threat of punishment if she didn't cooperate, was the sweetest victory he'd experienced so far.

Subaru wondered why that was. Why was it that the concept of sex with Priscilla more appealing than having Crusch or Emilia or even Frederica? Hell, Frederica had even offered, albeit reluctantly.

It was because all of them had offered. Even it was half-hearted, they had consented, and even then, Subaru did all the work. Priscilla was being forced to do this, to actively participate. By this game. By him.

"Hey, Emilia! Can you get the lube out of the box?" Subaru called out. "I need it."

"Right away, Subaru!" Emilia hurriedly went over to the box, bringing the lube and drizzling it into Priscilla's cleavage, getting it nice and slick.

"Don't you have any pride as a woman?" Priscilla asked, disgusted in Emilia's behavior.

"Pride as a woman? What's that?" Emilia asked, confused. Subaru laughed at the revelation that feminism hadn't reached Lugunica yet. Or at least, it hadn't infected his precious Emilia, whose conceptions of love and sex and what was appropriate between lovers was so lacking that he could even get away with getting a tittyfuck from another woman in front of her.

Priscilla's breasts made nice, naughty schlicking sounds sliding up and down his shaft. She bit her lip in disgust, but seemed content to refuse to react in any other way, but Subaru could tell that she was absolutely fuming on the inside. Glancing over to Emilia to see her reaction, he saw that Emilia's eyes couldn't leave the rhythmic bobbing of those pillows of flesh servicing him.

"God, why isn't it over yet?" Priscilla hissed, holding her tits and covering the nipples. That was fine. Left more to the imagination. "Come out, already. Don't men love getting fucked by a pair of tits? Come out!" She squished the titty flesh together, pancaking around his shaft, rubbing them together and sometimes separately, one upwards and one downwards. All sorts of unique sensations blessed Subaru's cock as her slick titty flesh ran over his shaft.

 Unbeknownst to her, the reason Subaru hadn't cum yet was because he was willing himself not to, biting the inside of his cheek and grinding his sneakers into the floor, tensing his leg muscles as he concentrated on doing anything but cumming.

It was cruel to her, but it was more entertaining than anything else to see her getting angrier and more impatient with every stroke. It was because it was hate sex, Subaru's brain supplemented. That was what made it so much better. He loved drowning in Emilia's adoring love. But almost more delicious was Priscilla's hate, and for that he couldn't help but thrust his hips into Priscilla's breasts, the bottom of them slapping and pancaking against his thighs.

"Agh. Shit," Subaru cursed, digging his nails into his palms. "So good."

"Could you not?" Priscilla scowled. "It's disgusting to hear you taking your pleasure, even if its with mineself's divine form."

"You're giving me a paizuri," Subaru reminded her.

"After everything else, shouldn't you be used to this by now?!" He wasn't, not by a long shot. He'd gone from being a virgin yesterday to having fucked two beautiful girls, but that wasn't nearly enough to make himself immune from pleasure. In fact, now that he had a frame of reference, he could tell just how good this felt. But he wasn't going to let her know that. Priscilla didn't deserve a bigger ego than she had.

"Yeah, and that's why I can't cum. It feels like nothing," Subaru lied.

"Then what the hell should I do?" Priscilla glared at angry, pulsating, one-eyed snake between her breasts like if she stared hard enough, it might cum under the sheer harshness of her fiery gaze alone. It was long enough that the thickened crown, and perhaps a few extra inches, poked out the top, which was impressive considering that Priscilla had the largest tits he'd ever seen on a woman in his life, at least one that wasn't from a JAV. Certainly the largest he'd seen since arriving in Lugunica. Crusch and Emilia weren't anything to scoff at, easily within the top ten, but Priscilla's tits outmatched even Elsa's in their heft, their hang, the sheer size, like a pair of dangling basketballs that were stretched out by gravity.

"Maybe you should use your mouth?" Emilia suggested. "It's one of the keyholes, after all."

"You half-devil wench, I don't need your suggestions," Priscilla hissed. "And you. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not doing this because I want to. Only because I have to."

Priscilla reluctantly opened her mouth, sealing her lips over the head of his cock. Subaru nearly exploded in her mouth then and there, just feeling her lips and the warm breath inside. His pulse quickened, and it was only through a superhuman sense of discipline that he managed to hold on. Thankfully, Priscilla didn't move for a moment, giving Subaru the chance to calm down, otherwise he would have lost himself.

Priscilla's eyes were angrily clenched shut, stroking him again, only this time, the thickened crown didn't feel nearly as cold as she worked her tits up and down, engulfed in that wet inferno.

"Maybe use your tongue… fuck!" Subaru growled, feeling Priscilla unintentionally give the head the barest flick of her tongue, the wet appendage brushing against his frenulum. Finding Subaru's weakness, Priscilla's eyes opened, and she glared deeply at him, her nostrils flaring like a bull and her eyes narrowing into slits of orange hate.

Before Subaru could say anything, her tongue began to work the head as her efforts more than redoubled, like she was aiming to get this over with as quickly as possible. Her tongue worked against his piss slit, encircled the crown, rubbing against the rim of the head, and she dove further down, practically burying her face in her own tits. He was going to cum.

"E-Emilia-tan! Hold her head down for me!" Subaru cried. Priscilla's eyes widened in rage, but before she could get her mouth off his cock, Emilia was already on her, pushing her mouth onto him, a strong hand on the back of her skull.

Emilia had also pulled down her dress, letting her tits pop out from the opening. Emilia leaned forward, grabbing the back of Subaru's head and pressing him into her cleavage. Subaru nuzzled his face into Emilia's tits, letting out happy, satisfied groans into her chest as he came, pouring his cum into Priscilla's mouth one shot at a time, his hands buried in Emilia's chest, playing with her nipples.

All while Priscilla made angry, desperate sounds underneath Emilia, screaming around his shaft and pressing against his thighs to free herself, but she couldn't push harder than Emilia, keeping her there and forcing her to endure Subaru's orgasm. Those sounds of struggling turned into choking and spasming around his cock.

When Emilia pulled her chest back and Subaru looked down, he could see that some was escaping past Priscilla's lips after her cheeks were full. Then, some blasted out of her nostrils, and Priscilla started swallowing in desperate alarm as her airways were clogged.

It was a sight he desperately wanted to see time and time again.

When Subaru was finally finished pouring it into her mouth, he sagged into the couch in relief. Emilia let go, and Priscilla was on the floor, hacking and snorting, trying to clear her nostrils and gagging. Even still, Subaru was sure that some of it was clinging to the insides of her mouth. It was hilarious to see such a high and mighty woman trying to rid herself of something so foul, but Subaru wasn't done yet. He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the stockades.

"You fucking shit-stain! Unhand me, you mongoloid piece of shit!" Priscilla screamed and cursed and pounded her fists against his torso, but without mana, she was no stronger than the average woman. And the average woman, Subaru could easily overpower.

When Priscilla was locked into the wooden stand, which was still an effort considering how much she was wriggling and fighting him every step of the way, Subaru and Emilia eagerly tore off Priscilla's dress, like a pair of siblings on Christmas with shared presents. Some of the fabric ripped, fabric more expensive than all the clothes Subaru owned put together, but he didn't care. It was cathartic to rip each article of clothing off her, to strip her naked, to take her dignity away. Judging by the excitement on Emilia's face, she agreed.

When they were done, Subaru stared at Priscilla naked rear in amazement. She tried to close her legs, but it didn't limit his view to her insides. Still, he wanted to see more. "Hold her open," Subaru demanded, and Emilia was instantly on her knees, gripping Priscilla's legs open for him. "What the fuck are you doing? This isn't a show!" Priscilla growled.

Subaru ignored her protests, focusing instead on the wonderful image in front of him, framing it with his index fingers and thumbs like he was a photographer. A full, heart shaped ass, with pale, squishy flesh that he wanted to bury his face in, with his favorite girl holding her open for him. He pulled her asscheeks apart, watching as Priscilla's pussy lips separated and exposed the tender pink flesh within.

Subaru could count every wrinkle in her puckered asshole, and even few short, thin orange hairs sprouting out from there. For such a dignified noble lady, it was such a contrast to see that her asshole was unshaved. Not everyone could have a bald asshole like Emilia and Crusch.

"I'm going to get the paddle," Subaru informed Emilia, who smiled in delight. Retrieving it from the box, Subaru took a few practice swings as he sauntered back over to Priscilla's scaffolding. He slapped it lightly on his hand, allowing the sharp cracking sound it made fill the room and alerting Priscilla to what came next.

"Don't you fucking dar-mmph!" Emilia stuffed Priscilla's panties into her mouth, then secured it with the rope gag, leaving her unable to form coherent words. That didn't matter to Subaru, though.

"Love the initiative, Emilia-tan. Priscilla, I want you to count out each strike, understood? If you don't, I'll assume that you're refusing to play the game. Does that work?" Subaru called out to the loudspeaker.

"Yes." 

"Good." Priscilla screamed ragefully as the voice took Subaru's side. This was what happened if he and whoever arranged this game worked together. Subaru stepped up behind Priscilla, reared back his arm, and brought it forth with speed. Priscilla's ass rippled as the force traveled from Subaru's arm, down the paddle, and into her flesh. 

"Wun!" Priscilla angrily snarled into the gag. 

Subaru continued to go for another fourteen strikes, waiting for Priscilla to count out each one. At first, she let out muffled wails, screams, and curses, but now she was silent, other than to call out a number. The intervals between the impact and the number being called out became longer and longer, her muffled responses were getting more and more pained. 

"Can I have a turn?" asked Emilia. Subaru nodded, handing the paddle to her. 

"Of course. You're an unlocker too, after all. Just don't hold back."

"Alright. Wish me luck. HIYAAA!" Emilia immediately wound her arm back and struck, with just as much force as Subaru, if not more. Priscilla let out a shrill scream from her gag, even though she'd gone silent from Subaru's strikes.

 Emilia immediately unleashed a barrage of strikes, so many that Subaru lost count, each stronger than the last, and not waiting for Priscilla to respond. Priscilla's beautiful, heart-shaped ass, once pale, had turned an angry shade of red at this point. It had certainly been over thirty at this point. It seemed like Priscilla had lost her voice, going hoarse from all the screaming. Only gurgled sounds escaped the gag now.

"That was… way too many, Emilia-tan," Subaru said shakily. Emilia didn't respond, catching her breath after having punished Priscilla's ass so thoroughly. She wiped a bit of sweat off her brow. It was a good reminder not to get onto Emilia's bad side.

Still, Emilia took pity on Priscilla, planting a cool kiss against her reddened rear end and massaging it gently with her hand. Subaru placed a hand on Priscilla's ass as well, and was shocked by how hot the skin was where the paddle had impacted. Both of her asscheeks were blushing a bright red, completely welted, and even if he let only held his hand close to her ass, he could feel the heat radiating off it. They didn't call her the Sun Princess for no reason. Now she had an ass to match her moniker.

"We're not done yet, Subaru," said Emilia, handing him a vibrator. Subaru turned it on to max, and it immediately went wild, twisting wildly and humming at the same time. Emilia paled at the sight of it, likely imagining how it would feel inside of her. Subaru turned it off, and walked around the stockades, to see Priscilla's face. Her eyes, once blood-red and full of fire, looked dull and tired. Drool dripped down her chin from the gag preventing her from closing her mouth, and she looked tired. But when Subaru lowered the vibrator to her face and turned it on, the sight of it breathed life into her eyes as her brain lit up in recognition of what was to come. 

Priscilla went wild in the stockades, jerking this way and that to break out of it, but it was of no use. The wood held strong, and was built into the floor. How someone could have come in here to build it while they were sleeping, without any visible entrances or exits, was a mystery.

"Hold her still while I set things up," said Subaru, grabbing the sex toys. Emilia helped, stuffing the egg vibrators into Priscilla eagerly, giggling as each one was swallowed up by her pussy.

While she did that, Subaru attached egg vibrators to Priscilla's pink nipples, pressing them in and taping them secure. Priscilla had larger aereola to match her larger tits compared to Emilia or Crusch, Subaru had noticed. One egg vibrator was taped to her clit. It was hard considering how much Priscilla was trying to kick at him still, but this needed to be perfect.

"Wait. I want to hear Priscilla this time," said Subaru, undoing the rope gag.

"Auughh! You piece of shit!" Priscilla hissed. The fire hadn't left her after that brutal spanking after all. "Stop, goddammit, stop!"

"Well, you were pretty rude to Emilia in the royal capital. If you apologize, maybe we'll take it easy on you," said Subaru. Priscilla grimaced at the idea of apologizing for anything, but she seemed to consider it, opening her mouth to speak, and Emilia leaned forward eagerly to hear Priscilla's apology.

"I-I…" Priscilla struggled to form the words, before her lips curled in a cruel sneer. "I've said what I said. You'll live to see the day that divine judgment comes for you. The world bends to my favor. You're a half-devil slut, you've always been a half-devil slut, and that's something that this torture has simply proven to me."

Even in a situation like this, Priscilla's pride was undominable. Subaru couldn't help but be amazed. Whatever. It would just make it all that more satisfying to see her break.

"That's a reaaaally mean thing to say, Priscilla," Emilia shook her head in disappointment. "Would it kill you to be just a little nicer?"

"I think it would. Well, I guess there's no reason to hold back any more," Subaru shrugged.

He'd lost track of how many egg vibes Emilia had stuffed into Priscilla's cunt, but he jammed them deeper inside with the vibrator. There was no blood, so presumably she'd lost her virginity to one of those old nobles she married, or tore it while training. Regardless, the vibrator fit inside of her perfectly, hitting the back of her vagina before Subaru couldn't push any more of it in. Priscilla refused to react, which only spurred Subaru to treat her even more roughly.

The second vibrator, Subaru had to lube up, because it was going into Priscilla's asshole. He had to force it into her, his muscles bulging and sweat forming on his forehead as he wrapped his arm around her torso, using it as leverage to force the vibrator inside of her asshole, all while feeling every twitch, every strain of Priscilla's muscles underneath his arm. Even then, only two inches of it were inside.

"Emilia, get the paddle," Subaru demanded.

"Oh, I see!" Emilia cheered, picking up the paddle. Lining herself up behind the vibrator that had only been half-forced into Priscilla's ass, she hammered it inside of her as inch by inch with the butt of the paddle, the silicone disappeared inside of her as Priscilla finally gave up on her composure, screaming her lungs out.

Finally, the preparations were complete. Subaru turned them all on at once, and the two of them stepped back to see what happened.

Priscilla wailed as the sensations hit her all at once. Her clit, her nipples, and her pussy and asshole all vibrated at once, her entire body shaking. The vibrators in her ass and pussy churned, wriggling in her holes as if they were alive.

The loudspeaker chimed, a different chime than when the stage was over, and when Subaru looked over at the wall, a new line of projected text had appeared.

ORGASMS: ONE

Already? Subaru continued to watch Priscilla in amazement as she continued to fight, to struggle against her restraints as her body raced to another orgasm. Within another minute, she came again, signified with another chime, and the line now reading two orgasms, wailing in pleasure.

"You piece of shit! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Priscilla shook her ass back and forth in anger, as if she was trying to shake the vibrators out of her, but all it did was give Subaru a better show. They were lodged too deeply inside, and her holes were too tight for them to slip out.

"This is your own fault, Priscilla," Subaru said flatly.

Another three minutes went by and there was yet another, weaker squirt of juices as she completely lost her footing, hanging by the stockades, her feet pointing in different directions. Her curses had weakened significantly in frequency and in volume. Priscilla managed to find her footing, her legs trembling, only to slip again. Subaru went up to her ass, rubbing his face against those smooth globes of reddened, welted flesh and gliding his hand over them, and Priscilla didn't have the energy to fight back. He could feel her body heaving, trying and failing to catch her breath.

...

...

...

Priscilla was gushing nicely now. Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Priscilla's struggling weakened after continuous climaxes, given no time to rest. Her pussy was dripping with juices running down her legs, pooling at her feet, and her entire body was soaked with sweat. Glancing over to Emilia, he could see what she was enraptured in what she saw, her amethyst eyes sparkling in delight. Seeing that she was happy, Subaru checked the wall for Priscilla's orgasm count.

ORGASMS: 14

Subaru turned back to Priscilla, who had now gone motionless, hanging in the stockades limply as the vibrators did their job. She had ceased from trying to find her footing. Her pussy gushed one last squirt of juices, running over her legs. The loudspeaker chimed, and Subaru turned off the vibrators. One by one, they came out of her. He pulled each one out with a wet plop, her hot flesh clinging to each one. Even when the vibrators had been turned off, her ass was trembling in the afterglow of so many powerful orgasms.

Subaru went around to the front, and saw that the rage in Priscilla's face was gone. Her eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, and drool trickled down her lips. He lightly smacked her in the face.

"Hey, Priscilla, you okay?" Subaru asked gently. Priscilla didn't respond. She was conscious, but she was so out of it.

She was perfect now.

Subaru unlocked the stockade, opening up, and Priscilla tumbled onto the floor with no support to hold her anymore. Subaru rolled his eyes.

"Overdramatic bitch," he muttered, picking her limp body up with ease. Despite this, Priscilla didn't react, didn't say anything. She was too out of it to notice.

Settling onto the couch, Subaru hooked his arms underneath her knees, pulling her legs up, realizing how good of a position this was. Like this, he had full control over her body, like a marionette puppeting strings, Subaru thought sagely. He lowered her until her puckered backdoor, now loosened by the vibrations, met the head of his cock, and without any resistance, besides that which came from stretching a tight hole wide, he slipped inside.

Priscilla sunk down with ease, swallowing him up to the root. Her ass fully engulfed his cock, her schincter clenching on the base tightly, her anal walls molding to him. After lifting her body weight up again, it felt incredible to let go, and allow gravity to make her sink down onto him. Priscilla always acted like she had a stick up her ass, well now she had something thicker to deal with.

Priscilla was too out of it to care. Fifteen consecutive orgasms would do that to a girl. Despite this, her inside clenched to him on instinct, muscles contracting and squeezing as it adjusted to the intruder shoved deep into her guts. Her body felt sweaty, pliant in his grasp as Subaru enjoyed her asshole, her entire weight sinking onto his prick every time he dropped her.

"Emilia, get the strap-on," Subaru commanded.

"R-Right!" Emilia nodded, fishing it out of the box of sex toys. It was the only one they hadn't used yet, and they were planning on saving the best for last. Emilia put it on, securing the silicone meat to her pelvis, which bounced with every step as she walked back up to the couch.

Subaru stood up, to allow himself to better thrust his hips into her. "Wake up, Priscilla," Subaru growled harshly into her ear. "No tuning this out."

He was going to ensure that they weren't ignored.

Emilia picked up Priscilla by the asscheeks, lining the strap-on cock up to her pussy. Priscilla's eyes slowly widened in recognition that she was, by more than one dick, fucked.

Emilia shoved the strap-on into Priscilla's cunt in a single, powerful thrust.

Priscilla's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she screamed.

Impaled by two massive cocks pumping in and out of her body was too much, especially since Subaru's pelvis was impacting against her already tender ass with each thrust. Her body was filled to capacity and her screams echoed off the walls, along with the sounds of mighty thwacks filled the room as Subaru and Emilia's thrusts synched up. Whenever one pulled out, another pushed in. Emilia rutting her strap-on inside of Priscilla felt like a little tongue inside of Priscilla's asshole, rubbing against Subaru's cock.

Despite how long that vibrator spent inside of her ass, churning it up and loosening it for him, making it easy to jackhammer his cock into her, it was still tight and elastic, snug and perfect for the violating considering how overfilled Priscilla's ass and cunt were as the three of them were sandwiched together. Glancing over Priscilla's shoulder, he saw that Emilia and Priscilla's breasts were pressed together in a wanton sight.

"God, I should've known you'd be such a tight-assed bitch," Subaru grunted from the exertion. "You think you can make fun of my Emilia-tan, insult her to her face, and get away with it? Then you have another thing coming!"

"FUUUUUCK! GOD FUCK!" Priscilla howled. She was at least conscious enough to swear, and that was more than enough of a mercy in Subaru's book.

"You selfish cunt," Subaru snarled. "Don't worry, Priscilla. I'm about to split this sexy ass in two. Get ready for the fucking of your life. Emilia, let's teach this slut her lesson!"

"Right!" Emilia nodded, determination on her face.

Subaru began hammering into her ass as fast as he humanly could, fucking her like a machine, each squeal from her lips egging him on further, and Emilia sped up alongside him. He could feel the sweat forming on his back, gritting his teeth as he returned this noble bitch the favor for what a pain in the ass she was, only with something just a little thicker. Priscilla was quickly turned into a quivering, fucked stupid slut impaled on their cocks, and all he could focus on was how the lips of her asshole clung to his shaft before he fucked it back inside.

For some reason, Subaru felt like he could do this forever. He lost track of time, his entire being focused on fucking this sexy assed bitch into a pile of mush together with Emilia. It might have been ten minutes, an hour, or even two. But finally, Subaru's stamina ran out, his balls tightening up as he prepared to fill her up. Priscilla had screamed herself hoarse. It was clearly more intense than she could handle.

"Tight-ass slut. This is what you get for being such a bitch. This is for Emilia-tan! This is what you deserve!" Subaru cried out, jamming into her one last time. Subaru let loose, Priscilla's bowels, baptizing her with massive amounts of jizz.

The back of Priscilla's head slammed into his shoulder as she let out a silent scream at the feeling of getting filled over capacity in her rear, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The three of them fell back into the sofa, his grip loosening on Priscilla's legs as his strength finally gave out. Her legs fell, spread out over Subaru's lap as her bowels swam with semen. Subaru put a hand on her stomach, feeling that Priscilla's toned midriff had bloated slightly, and pushed down on it. Semen sprayed out from that near-airtight seal between the lips of her asshole and his cock, running down his lap and over the leather sofa.

They laid like that for a while, all three of them of them gasping for breath after such a brutal double fucking, and Subaru's hand found itself in Priscilla's chest, squeezing her breasts and playing with them without a care in the world, like a child playing with a toy, while Emilia's breasts pressed against the back of his hands. Soft and plump, bigger than he'd ever fondled before, they were a true joy, a chest worthy of a noble. Normally, Priscilla would kill him for something like this, and now she simply laid on top of him with her tongue hanging out, her eyes rolled into the back of her skull.

Subaru glanced back at the wall's unlocking conditions, ensuring that they'd done everything he was supposed to. He laughed out loud when he saw that the orgasm counter had jumped up to twenty. Priscilla came five times when she was getting double-stuffed by him and Emilia. Still, there was one thing left to do.

"Emilia, get off. There's still something left to do," Subaru grunted. Emilia stood up, the strap-on making a schlicking sound as it pulled out of Priscilla's heated cunt.

Subaru fell onto his side, and with Priscilla still impaled on his cock, she fell with him. Pulling out, a deluge of semen trickled out of Priscilla's gaping asshole. Priscilla looked a lot more agreeable as a fucked stupid slut than a stuck-up noble, Subaru thought to himself. There was still one thing left to do. He flipped her over, pulling her ass into the air.

"This one's for you, Emilia-tan," said Subaru, gazing over to his beloved. "Hold her pussy open for me."

Emilia did just that, even though she really didn't need to. Priscilla's pussy was gaping, and Subaru could see at least four inches into that wet cavern, a cavity left there by Emilia's strap-on.

Subaru jerked himself off, gritting his teeth in concentration, and it didn't take long when he was focused on the task to reach another orgasm.

Thankfully, he still had plenty in the tank, spraying semen onto her toned back, her fiery hair, and especially into that gaping pussy. He made sure to paint her welted ass with strands of cum that crossed over each other. Emilia giggled, pushing some of the slime into Priscilla's pussy, and licking some of the goo off of Priscilla's rear. With Priscilla's face buried in the couch and her ass hanging in the air, it looked as if she'd been gangbanged by an entire group of guys.

In reality, it was just him and Emilia. She was properly ruined now. Their revenge had finally been complete.

The loudspeaker finally chimed as the level was cleared.

"Well?" asked Subaru. "Did we teach Priscilla her lesson?"

"I think so," said Emilia, lifting Priscilla's chin. Priscilla's eyes were closed, and when Emilia pulled her eyelids apart, her blood-red irises didn't move, didn't react when Emilia waved a hand in front of her face. "Looks like nobody is home right now."

Emilia went ahead and took off the strap on, letting it drop to the ground. "You look like you're still raring to go, though," said Emilia, her eyes locked on the meat between Subaru's legs. 

Emilia licked her lips, and it made him want to take her again, right then and there. "I've been feeling so naughty, Daddy," Emilia moaned, lifting up her skirt and pulling her panties to the side. She spread her pussy lips, allowing the cum that Priscilla hadn't dug out with her tongue to drip to the floor. "The broadcast turned off, and Priscilla looks like she fell asleep. Can you punish me?"

Subaru didn't even hesitate to throw her onto the ground. He was inside of her in an instant. He needed her right now, desperately.

The two of them made sweet love to each other, Emilia wrapping her arms and legs around her man and crying out in bliss, with Priscilla's passed out body laying on the couch.