Volume 3 Chapter 10 The Bitchification Plan II♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Serena chose underwear that was rather orthodox for a prostitute──black.
However, the fabric that covered her chest was split vertically, so that if she opened it to the sides, her nipples would show.
And the bottom was so tight that it dug into her butt, making it a very suggestive design.
Even though she had decided to be at Kian’s beck and call for the rest of the night, she had wished for something more ordinary.
But all the other items were completely see-through in the crotch area, with designs that were either fabric or some kind of cord, which she couldn’t tell.
After purchasing the underwear, she walked from the brōtḥel’s entrance down a hallway that turned sharply to the right, and into the narrowest room at the end.
The room had several lamps hanging from the ceiling and a carpet on the floor.
In the back, there was a strange wooden horse with a triangular back and leather restraints that were laid out in a row on a cloth-covered table.
These were things that her father, Glen, sometimes used for play with her mother.
Kian had thought he wouldn’t use them, but while Serena was taking off her damp clothes and getting dressed in the underwear she had bought, he immediately walked towards the table at the back of the room.
”Eh…, Kian?”
”What is it?”
”That, are you going to use it?”
”I chose this brōtḥel to use restraints on you.”
”Such…”
After she finished putting on the black underwear, Serena took a step towards Kian.
The beads still embedded in her butt rubbed against her, sending a surge of intense pleasure through her body, but she managed to endure and forced out the words.
”I didn’t agree to this! You made me walk around town in this embarrassing outfit, so I want you to just finish me off normally! Not like… a real sex slave or something.”
”I don’t know what you’re misunderstanding, but right now, you’re my sex slave. Can’t you see how you’re dressed?”
”…Hmm… Fine. I was the one who said I’d make amends, so I’ll do as Kian wishes until the end.”
With that, she plopped down on the bed and took a deep breath.
It was Serena who had made the mistake.
She had already exposed herself enough, and at this point, she had no intention of putting up a futile struggle.
”──────”
She was rolled onto her back on the bed and waited obediently to be fastened into the leather restraints.
The silver handcuffs binding her wrists were removed, and instead, her right arm and right leg, as well as her left arm and left leg, were tightly bound together.
She had thought that being bound meant having her hands and feet tied together, but to be bound with her wrists and ankles attached to each other was unexpected.
It was a binding method only possible because of Serena’s flexibility.
(Lying on the bed, unable to move)
Serena clenched her fists.
As she raised her right arm, bound with a sturdy monster leather belt, her right leg, connected to it, lifted as well.
When she raised her left arm, her left leg followed.
Her back arched slightly, and all she could do to protect her groin was to close her knees.
It was the posture of a dog rolling onto its back to show submission to its master.
”Ugh…”
No matter how much she tried to think of it as a punishment, she couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
Serena clenched her teeth at the humiliating pose and averted her gaze on the bed.
”Here’s some more aphrodisiac.”
”Gulp! …Cough, cough…”
”Hmm, looking good, Serena.”
”……”
”Now, let’s start by seeing what’s happening with your nipples.”
”…Hmm…”
Lying on her back with her hands bound to her ankles, she couldn’t protect her chest.
The black fabric covering her chest had a vertical slit, allowing the man’s fingers to easily slip in from the side.
The cherry-colored protrusion, which had been limitlessly erect since she wandered the streets under the influence of the aphrodisiac, was quickly pulled out from the gap in her underwear.
The modest peaks of her breasts rose and fell.
It was lewd even for her to see the erect nipple, peeking out from the tear in her black panties alongside the white skin.
The man’s fingers crept around her areola, pressing down on the hardened tip.
Serena desperately held back her voice, her breaths growing heavy and rapid.
The man took out the aphrodisiac gel he had used on the rotors and anal beads, applying it to his fingertips before returning to caress her nipple.
The effect of the drug would quickly manifest in the thin-skinned area, unless she had enhanced her physical abilities.
The tingling sensation quickly transformed into a strange, ticklish stimulation.
Serena began to let out small, damp gasps.
Her body had been thoroughly trained with rotors outside, her breasts reshaped with squelching sounds, her nipples pinched and twisted.
Aching sensations grew in her lower abdomen, her tied legs fidgeting restlessly.
”Ah, aaaaaaaaaah!”
A sudden tug on her nipple drew a scream from her lips.
Fearful that her shameful voice might be heard outside, Serena glared fiercely at the man who continued his ministrations despite her pleading gaze.
But her momentary flash of defiance was washed away as her nipple was released, only to be replaced by a pained expression when the stretched tip was twisted by his fingers.
She could feel the Wolfmen’s sensations as her lower abdomen ached, expelling fluids.
Her vaginal canal pulsed, pushing out the rotor that had been lodged inside.
”I’ll add a bit more gel.”
The aphrodisiac gel, presumably concocted by a specialist named Kian, was potent.
It was smeared generously over the cloth covering her chest, the excess then dragged over her side boob and the hollow of her armpit to ensure the skin absorbed it.
A soft sigh escaped her lips.
The gel under her armpit felt hot.
It tingled, prickled, and beads of sweat began to pop up on her skin.
A large hand lifted and kneaded her chest from beneath.
Serena’s arousal was pinned against her,acock, and the slick, oily discharge was being sucked back in.
The cloth covering her crotch was already damp, almost enough to soak the young man’s manhood.
”Mm… ngh… Mm… ngh…”
His touch wasn’t meant to please Serena, but rather to spread the aphrodisiac.
Evidence of this was that Serena had only just experienced a light orgasm once.
Before long, her entire chest was tingling and slick with the stuff.
Then, as if satisfied with his work, the man straightened up and began wiping his gel-smeared hands clean with a cloth.
Left in that state, Serena felt like she was in hell.
”Ahh… ngh… Haaah…”
A prickly, itchy feeling spread across her entire chest──even under her arms.
Even as she writhed, the drug’s effects didn’t subside, continuing to send a tickling sensation throughout her upper body.
”Nnngh… ku—fu…”
(I want to touch it… It’s all tingly… it feels so uncomfortable.)
Her nipples, peeking out from the slit in her bra, were swollen and red.
With each breath, they trembled with the stimulation.
Goosebumps prickled around her areolas.
”Do you want this?”
Serena nodded meekly at the man’s question.
She’d experienced orgasm several times during the time they’d been ‘taken’ around the town.
It had felt incredibly good.
She even thought she wanted a bigger orgasm.
”Good, I’ll give it to you. But do it yourself.”
”Eh…?”
The man’s fingers reached for the narrow strip of fabric covering her panties.
Peeking out from the side of the soaked material was a small loop—the ring meant for pulling out the anal beads.
When she’d changed earlier, there was no way this prostitute’s lingerie could hide it completely.
The largest bead at the base was buried deep inside her, acting as a plug beyond the tight grip of her sphincter.
When he tugged on the ring, her hole was stretched open, and a wave of sensation washed over her—a feeling not unlike the relief of release, twisted together with raw pleasure.
The young man’s eyes gleamed mischievously behind his glasses.
”Use this bead.”
* * *
”Nn… ngh… kuh… fuuh… kuh… nn… ngh…”
In the cramped room of the brothel, her faint, trembling voice echoed softly.
But far louder, far more obscene, were the vulgar, wet sounds filling the space.
Pop, squelch, plop, pop—pop—
”Nnngh… ah…!”
Serena, sitting in a ‘seiza’ position on the bed, lifts her bottom.
Below, a metal plate with chains attached lies in wait.
The chains are connected to the loop of her anal beads, and the plate remains grounded, pressed down by her own hands and feet.
Originally intended for bondage play, the plate and chains now serve as tools for Serena’s anal bead masturbation.
”Ngh… Haa…”
With her wrists and ankles bound by leather belts, Serena leans forward to remove the anal beads from her anus, and then sits deeply on the plate to swallow them back into her rectum.
The beads, still large, stretch and widen her pinkish-red anus, which contracts around them.
When she expels the beads, her insides seem to bulge, and the beads are coated in a thick, viscous liquid that could be either intestinal fluid or her own arousal.
”Haa… Ahh…”
(It feels so good…)
Serena, her chest covered in aphrodisiac, was desperately seeking sexual pleasure through her anus to suppress the surging lust.
Initially, she resisted showing such a shameful and dirty masturbation, but as she started, she gradually became less concerned about the man’s gaze.
Twenty minutes in, she was shamelessly displaying her lewdness, unbothered by the young man stroking his rod beside her.
”Ah… Kuu…”
She had no choice but to obey the command to continue.
Using this as an excuse, she moved her hips up and down.
Midway, craving a deeper and more comfortable insertion, she shifted from the ‘seiza’ position to a flat-seated one.
Bound by the belts, she leaned forward.
It was as if she were riding a man in the cowgirl position, pinning him beneath her.
The position was embarrassingly revealing, but for Serena, drenched in aphrodisiacs, pleasure trumped all else.
She figured this would probably be something they’d laugh about forever, and yet, like an idiot, she kept lifting her hips and pressing herself back down against the iron plate.
A loud BUBBLE, BUBBLE sound echoed through the room.
She hoped it wasn’t a fart, but the escape of air from her bottom didn’t make it much better.
”Haa… Ahh…♡”
She pressed her cheek against the metal plate and rubbed it back and forth.
It feels good when the biggest lump rubs against her sphincter.
Maybe her asshole will never go back to normal.
But she want more.
Lost in Anal’s pleasure, the man who was handling his erect penis thrusts his head forward.
”Lick it, bitch.”
”Uuuh… lick it… this?”
”What else is there. Hurry up, slave.”
”Se… slave. So, that means──”
”Showing me such a vulgar asshole masturbation in front of me already makes you a whore. Do you understand?”
”…!”
”Just lick it!”
”I… no, ugh──nnguuuhhhh!? …unh, un…uh…!”
His penis is shoved in roughly.
She thought there was no way she could ever even bear to put such a filthy and smelly thing in her mouth, but somehow her mouth began to clean the man’s rod with precision.
She licks the shaft, lap it, smack it.
She pucker her lips and treat the thick stem, rubbing the rough head with her mucous membranes.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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