Something pressed against her lips. There was a strange sensation of something big pushing into her mouth, going down her throat and further... then pulling back out to start over. Then there was something hot trickling down her throat, slowly filling her up... Azril awoke with a start, an unfamiliar taste in her mouth. Blank confusion overtook her mind as she looked around. She was in a small room, lying on a bed. The room was bare, as was the bed, and the only notable thing in the room was the window, whose wooden blinds were broken and lopsided, letting in just the faintest of afternoon light. Am I dead? she wondered, running her hands along her body. She was wearing the same clothes she had before: black kneehigh boots with long shoelaces, black fishnet tights with a few holes, denim short shorts with the legs folded up to her crotch and with a dark violet belt, a gray loose cropped-top shirt so wide-necked that her shoulders and some cleavage were exposed (also, the edges were all frayed and torn), black fishnet fingerless elbow gloves, and a black collar. Azril felt around her person and the bed, not finding the bottle of pills she expected. Though it occurred to her afterward that she didn't even recognize this place. She slowly got off the bed and stood. She felt strangely empty, as though she were missing something. Then she heard someone approach, apparently from downstairs. A door opened, allowing a girl about her age. She wore dark green socks, light-pink-and-yellow boxer shorts, and a black large T-shirt with "OBEY" printed in large white letters on it. "Oh!" the girl exclaimed. "You're awake!" "Er," Azril said. Then the girl was in front of her and hugging her. Then the girl was kissing her. Azril, unused to intimacy in general, was slow to react as she tried to process what was happening. She then shoved the girl away. "Wait a second!" Azril cried, backing away. "What's... what's going on? Who are you?" The girl looked at her curiously. "I'm Sari." "It's... it's okay," Azril murmured. "No no, that's my name," Sari said, smiling. "My name is Sari. What's yours?" "A-Azril," Azril managed. "Now, what was that about?" "What was what about?" Sari asked pleasantly. "You... with the hugging and the... kissing..." Azril mumbled. "Did you not like that?" Sari asked, now looking concerned. "I..." Azril hesitated. "I don't know. It was just... really unexpected. No one's... ever done that. Look, okay. Can you tell me where I am?" Sari continued looking at her concernedly. "Well, this is a house in the Master's City. Nobody lives here, but I'm here to take care of you." "Okay," Azril said. "Weird name for a city, but okay, now we're getting somewhere. How do I get to... uh." Azril paused. She didn't remember. Then she reflected on what she did remember. "Am I dead?" Azril asked. "No, I believe not," Sari answered. "You're up and talking. Awake." "No, okay," Azril said, "I mean, like... is this some kind of afterlife?" Sari tilted her head and considered that, but didn't answer. "Nevermind," Azril sighed. "I don't know what happened, but I guess I... don't feel like trying again, for now." "Do you want to have sex?" Sari asked. Azril blinked and peered at Sari's expression of genuine interest. "I... Why are you asking that?" Sari was walking toward her again now. "You're cute. I just want to express the compliment physically." "That's... I don't know if I believe you think that, but that's very nice." Azril backed into a wall. "But don't you think we should get to know each other first?" "Yes," Sari said. "That's the point." "I... I mean, I don't even know if I'm... you know," Azril muttered as Sari reached her. "Gay." "Gay," Sari repeated, brushing aside some hair in Azril's face. "You mean a lesbian?" "I guess so, yeah." Azril licked her lips, which felt dry. "It doesn't matter. Look, Sari, I just... I've never... done it, before." "I can fix that," Sari breathed. She was leaning her face toward Azril's. "Sari, wait," Azril whispered, unable to move. "I don't... I don't know if I'm ready..." Then they kissed again. Azril mentally struggled feebly. She didn't know this girl, who now suddenly wanted to be as intimate as possible. It didn't feel right. But then, she didn't actually know what was "right". As she thought about it, her mental barriers faded away as she realized she could think of no reason for it to matter. Then Azril regained control over her body, in a sense, and returned Sari's embrace and kiss. Then they were on the bed, Azril on top and having a confused desire to rub her crotch against Sari's. Sari giggled into Azril's mouth and started to pull down Azril's shorts, tights, and violet panties. There was a little bit of difficulty with that, as Azril's shorts came off fine, but her tights wouldn't go without her taking her boots off and the panties were blocked by the tights. Sari's solution was to rip Azril's tights down the middle, allowing the panties through. Somehow, Azril found that she didn't care. Sari pulled the halves of Azril's tights back up, where they stayed in place for some reason, then pulled one of her own legs through her boxers. After all that, Sari pushed Azril back a little so that the kiss was broken. "Now do you know if you're ready?" Sari asked. Then they were kissing again, and Azril was pressing her pussy against Sari's. It felt a lot better than her fingers. Azril found herself moaning, and Sari doing the same. They had sex for some time, during which Azril's shirt was pulled down and Sari's shirt was lifted so that their tits kissed, until they eventually reached orgasm and shuddered and moaned together. Afterward, Azril realized that she was lying, practically naked, atop a stranger. She stared thoughtfully at Sari's neck from where her head rested on Sari's shoulder while Sari stroked her hair gently. She was wondering if Sari had done that because she liked her, or if it was just some kind of physical thing. She was wondering if what Sari had done counted as rape, and if that implied she should not have enjoyed it--even though she did. She was wondering where she was, and if this really was some kind of paradise of the afterlife where she'd been given someone who actually potentially liked her, or for that matter wasn't apparently disgusted with her. "I don't understand," Azril mumbled aloud. "What don't you understand?" Sari asked. "Anything," Azril said. "I just... wish I could figure out what's going on." "Mmm, I know what you need," Sari said. "You need to see the Master." "The Master?" Azril repeated. She remembered, sometime earlier, Sari saying something about what city this was... "The Master knows everything," Sari explained. "Though... I think you should see him anyway. Let me take you to him." "Uh, well okay," Azril said, getting up off of Sari, who also rose. "I uh. I guess I'll... Sari, I just wanted to thank you for b-" Sari kissed Azril, and when she pulled away Azril forgot what she was saying. "Let's hurry," Sari suggested, pulling up her boxer shorts. "The Master has a busy schedule." "Oh, yes, okay," Azril said dazedly. She looked around the floor, then the bed. She frowned and picked up her shorts. "Where're my panties?" Azril asked. "Let's not waste time, Azril," Sari said, rubbing her crotch. Azril grimaced and pulled her shorts up without the panties, then followed Sari down the stairs, through an empty house, and outside. It was dark, and they stood in the middle of a cul-de-sac of houses. Only one other person was in sight: a young girl in black heels, blue-and-white-striped thighhigh socks, a blue pleated microskirt, and a white dress shirt tied at the bottom to reveal her navel. Azril thought that the girl should probably not be going out at night in that outfit, but then there was Sari in her boxers and no shoes. "Shouldn't you put something else on?" Azril asked. "It's dangerous to be out at night like this." Sari blinked at her. "Dangerous? There's nothing dangerous." Azril would have argued, but Sari ran off and Azril had to follow her. On occasion she would see other girls, in every case dressed provocatively. At one point she thought she saw two girls kissing on a bench. Then they arrived at a large house. "Here we are," Sari said, smiling at her. "See? No danger." "Uh, yeah," Azril murmured, following Sari into the open threshold. Inside they were greeted by a girl in white thighhigh high-heeled boots, a white-and-gold minidress, white gloves, and a pearl necklace. One thing that surprised Azril was that the girl's dress was so short and tight that she could clearly see that she wore no underwear. The other thing was that Sari started kissing her. "Uh, Sari?" Azril asked, feeling awkward and betrayed and confused. "Oh, Azril," Sari said, breaking the kiss. "Did you want to introduce yourself personally? Go ahead." "I just-" Azril began, then the girl was suddenly pressing against her and kissing her. Azril felt her shorts being lowered just enough to give her pussy some air. It was still a little wet, and she discovered, as the other girl pushed onto her, that her pussy was also wet. "Good evening," the girl said, pulling away from the kiss and rubbing her cunt against Azril's. "I am Attendant." "Ah... uh... I'm Azril." Azril's head was swimming. She looked over at Sari, who only smiled at her as if this was something perfectly normal. Then it occurred to her that maybe this actually was perfectly normal. One of those kinds of paradises, huh? After a while, Attendant let go of Azril, even though neither had climaxed. It was, Azril understood, just a customary sort of greeting. Sari stepped up and talked to Attendant about something, but Azril didn't listen. She suddenly saw what was going on in the foyer. Scene: The foyer of a large house. Several kneeling girls in clothes which for the most part only cover their upper bodies and legs crowd around a naked man. The man is holding an unconscious girl and pushing her vagina onto his abnormally large penis, which is making a bulge in her belly. The girl wears white thighhigh socks, pink panties (around an ankle), and a pink babydoll (pulled down and with the straps off, revealing the girl's flat chest). Azril found herself staring as the man fucked the limp girl. After a while he slowed down, and the girl's bulging belly inflated as something thick and white dripped out and down to the crowd of girls who waited with open mouths. Then the man took the girl off and sprayed the girls with more of the whiteness, covering them. They cheered and moaned and thanked him, and he held the leaking girl over them. Azril realized, after a while, that her crotch was severely wet. Pussy juice dripped down her legs or pooled at the bottom of her shorts, seeping through slowly. And Azril knew that she was not a lesbian. "What a way to go," Azril said softly, her eyes fixed on the large and wet cock. "What do you mean?" Sari asked, walking up next to her. "The girl," Azril said. "She... she can't have lived through that." Sari looked at Azril curiously. "The Master never kills us. Sometimes, he uses us roughly enough that we go unconscious." Azril tore her eyes away from the cock to look back at Sari. "You mean you can survive that thing?" "Of course," Sari replied. "The Master loves us." Azril wasn't sure how that explained anything. Sari walked up to the crowd of cum-covered girls and knelt down at the edge. The Master, apparently noticing her, set down the girl he was holding and picked up Sari as if she were a doll. Then, as if it weren't a big deal, the Master rammed Sari's cunt onto his cock, tearing straight through her boxers. Azril noticed something familiar in the torn boxers, and she realized that Sari had been wearing her panties for some reason. Sari moaned loudly and her eyes rolled up as the Master moved her up and down, bulging in her stomach. Azril found her hand in her shorts, rubbing her cunt of its own accord. This went on for a while, and then Azril suddenly felt soft fingers touch her rubbing hand. She looked down and saw the previously unconscious girl, in a crawling position and looking up at her hopefully. "Hello cuntfriend," the girl said. "I'm Charity. May I help you, please?" Azril stared at her, uncomprehending. "Um... okay." Charity smiled and crawled forward a little, then got up on her knees to suck on the bottom of Azril's shorts, drinking in the puddle of pussy juice through the fabric. Then she pulled down Azril's shorts, revealing a severely dripping cunt. Charity placed her mouth directly on it and sucked, hugging Azril's legs tightly. Azril whimpered and wobbled, only able to steady herself by leaning against Charity and gripping her head. Then she moaned as Charity's tongue went into her. A different moan made her look up, and she saw Sari still being fucked, with the cock bulging up in her chest. Azril realized, after some time, that Sari was reverently saying "Yes Master" with her gasps of breath. Then he came in huge bursts, filling Sari with so much cum that it spilled out of her cunt onto the girls still crowded around. Azril shook with ecstasy as she saw this, and she squeezed Charity to her cunt and cried out. When she did so, the Master turned to look at her. Azril stared at him breathlessly, full of desire and fear. Then the Master looked back at Sari, who was swaying limply on the Master's cock, smiling in a barely-conscious way. He pulled her off, letting the cum in her cunt freely leak out, and pushed her mouth onto his cock. Azril watched, amazed, as the cock bulged in Sari's throat. Then Charity stood up, blocking her view, to kiss her. Azril tasted her own pussy juice as Charity shared a small amount of what was still in her mouth. "Thank you," Charity said as she leaned back. "You're very sweet." "I... uh," Azril uttered, then she suddenly felt a large hand clasp around her waist. "The Master wants you," Charity told her with a smile. "I hope you enjoy yourself." Then Azril found herself lifted up through the air and placed onto a hot surface. It was the base of the Master's cock. Up ahead, at the end of the cock, she saw Sari's mouth absurdly stretched onto it. Her eyes were blank. Azril's shorts were still pulled down, making it awkward for her to sit on the cylindrical surface, but she couldn't pull them up because the heat of the cock against her cunt felt too good. So she compensated by gripping it with her knees and hands as she leaned back, feeling the Master's warm body behind her. "So," Azril breathed. "You're the Master." The Master stroked her body in response. They had moved to another room now. The Master seemed to have no difficulty walking while his cock was burdened by two girls. This room was dimly lit and sparse, apparently containing nothing but a bed. It looked like a guest room, but Azril guessed it was really a room for a servant. There was a girl sitting on the bed, looking up with an apathetic expression on her face. She wore kneehigh high-heeled boots, ripped-up tights (it seemed the crotch area had been torn off, making them look like thighhigh socks), a long and flowy dress (with the front completely ripped open), cuffs, a collar, and a hair ribbon. Except for her black boots and collar, everything else she wore was a dark green. "Hello Master," she said monotonously, looking up at the Master, then at Azril. "Welcome, newcomer. I am Memitu." "H-hi," Azril said, trying not to grind against her seat. "I'm... Azril." Memitu nodded, then looked back at the Master. "How may I be of service, Master?" The Master walked over and picked Memitu up, then placed her astride his cock, in front of and facing Azril. "Have you been to Michelle?" asked a voice that sounded both large and soft from above Azril. "Yes, Master," Memitu said, looking up. She absently reached over and pulled Azril's shirt down, exposing her breasts. "She has provided one girl, apparently named Malikamet. Little description is available, as she was heavily dressed in a long black robe and shawl, which left only her hands and face visible. Malikamet was very frightened, and had to be carried here." The Master didn't say anything, but he put a hand on Memitu's back, pushing her gently forward against Azril. Obeying the unspoken command, Memitu fell onto Azril and kissed her, massaging her tits. Azril responded to the kiss, and couldn't help but rub her cunt against the Master's cock as she did. Memitu inched closer, moving her hands onto the cock for support and pressing her tits against Azril's, until Azril felt Memitu's cunt up against her own. Somewhere along the way, Azril's shorts had fallen off her legs, though she didn't even think about it. Then Memitu held Azril and pulled her forward, then pushed back against her, and they soon were sliding back and forth in a gentle rhythm, heavily lubricating the section of the Master's cock they sat on. Azril found herself moaning, enjoying this, and it wasn't long before she reached orgasm. By the feel of it, Memitu did as well, though she hadn't been moaning at all, and then Azril felt the Master's cock twitching underneath her. Memitu broke the kiss, breathing heavily, but still with a stoic expression on her face. Azril looked behind her to see a few streams of cum leaking out of Sari's mouth. The Master stroked Memitu like a pet and said, "You have done well. Would you like to be rewarded?" "Yes, Master," Memitu said. The Master took Sari and dropped her onto the bed. She was bloated, and cum spilled out of her mouth. Then he grabbed Memitu and slid her up along his cock, leaving a wet trail, until she reached the tip, where he pushed her cunt against it until it went in. Memitu exhaled heavily, then gripped the cock with her hands and legs to try and move up and down on it. Azril watched, aroused again. She had never climaxed so many times in one day, or night or whatever, but she still felt like she was missing out on something... big. She somehow couldn't get herself to ask the Master for a turn, though. Leaving Sari on the bed, the Master opened a different door in the room, which led to a hallway, and walked in. There were several doors in the corridor. At a particular one, the Master stopped and opened it to go inside, closing it behind him. It was another bare room, containing only a bed, though there were also windows. Lying on the bed was a young girl who could only be Malikamet, her limbs spread out due to the fact that her ankles and wrists were tied to the bedpoles with some tough-looking black fabric. Malikamet was wearing nondescript black shoes and a black abaya with the hint of another black robe underneath it. Like Memitu had said, only her hands and face were visible. As Malikamet raised her head, hearing the door close, Azril could see that she had been crying. Malikamet stared, seeing the big naked man with two girls adorning his cock. Then she screamed. Casually, the Master walked over to the bed and reached straight under Malikamet's abaya and robe, between her legs. Malikamet struggled and continued screaming as the Master's arm paused, then suddenly pulled. When he took his hand out from Malikamet's clothes, it was holding black panties, ripped in two places so that it could be torn off. Then the Master moved around and stuffed the panties into Malikamet's mouth. She continued screaming all the same, now muffled. "You... torture girls, too?" Azril asked quietly. "The Master does not torture," Memitu suddenly breathed, still moving up and down on the head of the Master's cock. "He only loves." "Oh," Azril said. For some reason, a small part of her was disappointed, though she didn't understand why. The Master moved again, so that he was fully in view of Malikamet, and gripped Memitu in his hands. Then he pulled, and Memitu was suddenly pierced through, with the cock going up into her cunt and out her mouth. The Master then moved Memitu up and down his cock, as if he was using her to masturbate. After a while of doing this, he pulled Memitu off completely, then turned her upside-down and pushed her mouth onto his cock. Then he fucked her throat. Azril realized, as she watched, that she was grinding her cunt against the Master's cock again. It looked so painful, perhaps even fatal, but she wanted it so badly now. As she thought about it, in a dim corner of her mind where rationality still took hold, it occurred to her that that probably made a lot of sense, considering. Eventually the Master's cock was twitching. Warmth inside the cock made Azril orgasm, and she saw Memitu's stomach inflate as cum filled her. Slowly, the Master pulled Memitu off his cock, then set her on the floor where she held her head up so the cum wouldn't leak out. Memitu gulped a few times, then quietly said "Thank you, Master." The Master turned his attention to Malikamet, as did Azril. Malikamet seemed to have fainted in all the excitement. The Master reached over and took the panties out of her mouth. He looked at them for a moment, then dropped them on her neck. Next he was laying his cock against Malikamet's body, the wetness of it dampening her abaya, and pressing the tip against her lips. It was a tender gesture, and it made Azril think of a kiss. Then the Master retreated, leaving a giant drop of precum on Malikamet's lips, and lifted her abaya and robe, revealing her bare legs and pussy. "You're... going to rape her?" Azril asked, horrified and intrigued at once. "She's not even awake." "Our purpose is to please the Master," Memitu said from the floor. "Whether or not we know it, or want it, it is the Master's right to use us." "Oh..." Azril whispered, as the Master pressed his cock against Malikamet's small cunt. "Wow." Malikamet whimpered at first, as the cock moved, then her eyes shot open and she was screaming again. Azril stared as blood dripped out of the stretched-out cunt. But then the Master let go of Malikamet's clothes, and they obscured the spectacle. Malikamet's screaming was louder than before. Her mouth and eyes were as open as they could be, and tears streamed down her face. This did not seem to concern the Master, who pushed in further to make a bulge in Malikamet's belly, then her chest. At that point Malikamet's screaming died down into a gurgled grunt, and her eyes acquired a sort of dead expression as the Master's cock moved through her body, up her throat and out her mouth. Azril found herself drooling. The Master pulled out somewhat and began to fuck Malikamet more casually, going in and out of her middle body. She was quiet now. Azril never felt so turned on before. She realized that she was squeezing the Master's cock with her legs, trying to press her cunt onto it as much as possible while she slid back and forth. She lowered herself so that she was more vertical, hugging the cock with her arms as well as her legs, and began licking the cock. She was along more of the cock's length in this position, so now Malikamet's cunt would occasionally come up to her face as she slid into the darkness of the abaya and robe. When this happened the first time, the Master paused, and Azril licked Malikamet's clit, tasting blood. That, too, turned her on for some reason. Soon enough, the Master's cock twitched in her embrace, and she felt the flood of heat inside the already-hot cock against her body. She orgasmed again, and she saw Malikamet's belly get filled with cum. The Master pulled out of her cunt, still gushing out cum, and Azril noticed Malikamet's clothes become lumpy and damp as cum flowed onto her lower body. Then it was over, and the Master wiped his cock clean with the bottom of Malikamet's garments. "Is it... my turn, now?" Azril asked, weakly. It didn't seem to matter how many times she orgasmed, her libido wouldn't let her get away with not being fucked by that giant thing. "Is that what you want?" the Master asked quietly. He stroked her hair gently. "Yes... please," Azril breathed. "I want you to... fuck me. I want to feel the pain of your... big... cock..." The Master lifted Azril and turned her so that she faced him. She felt herself being raised, then lowered, and she felt something familiarly hot pressing against her cunt. "I want it so bad," Azril whispered, massaging her breasts underneath her sweaty shirt. "I want you to... hurt me." Her cunt was forced open, then, and her vision went. It took her a moment to realize that her eyes had rolled up of their own accord. She cried out, though in pain or ecstasy she wasn't even sure. The Master pushed further, and she felt tears on her face. "M-Master," she gasped, and then she was suddenly shuddering, her cunt gripping the cock as she orgasmed. It was going up her midsection now, and it was so incredibly hot. She almost felt like she was being melted from the inside out. "S-so... good..." Azril croaked. It went into her chest, which felt like it was burning, and slowly she felt the fire shove its way up her throat and reacquaint itself with her tongue. She tasted blood again, though it wasn't Malikamet's. She found herself licking the cock, trying to suck on it backwards as it emerged from her mouth. The pain and pleasure were interwoven in her mind now, the pain simply a subset of pleasure now. She craved it with all her being, and it was all she could feel now. The cock retreated down her body, resting just inside her cunt, and Azril fought to bring her eyes back to facing forward. Then the cock plunged into her again, and her eyes rolled up once more as she went back to the realm of pure pain and pleasure. It was some time before she managed attain uninterrupted vision during the fucking, and even longer to get herself speaking. "Master," Azril moaned. "I... I love you." In response, the Master shoved Azril down the full length of his cock so that it rose far out of her mouth as she slammed against his body. He was treating her like some kind of object, to be used for pleasure. She found herself orgasming again as the Master went back to casually fucking her, and she dimly wondered how many times it'd been. "I'm... I'm just a worthless... cunt," Azril managed. "I'm so... happy... that you decided to... use me..." The Master was moving faster now, and Azril could feel a kind of pressure building up in the cock. "Oh, yes, Master..." Azril breathed. "Please give it to me... I need it." Then the cock twitched, and she was already orgasming as the burning cum rushed into her. She could almost feel her womb overflowing into other parts of her body, and now she really did feel like she was melting. She felt her bloated belly, and realized the empty feeling had vanished. It seemed like a very long time as the cum filled her while she shuddered, panting. When it was over, the Master unplugged his cock from her cunt and she felt the cum leaking out of her. She wanted to keep it but she hadn't the control over her vaginal muscles to do so. The Master lowered her down onto the bed, and she found herself sitting on a warm and wet face. She looked down at Malikamet's lower body, and she realized that the Master had been fucking her directly over Malikamet's face so that now it was probably covered with everything that'd leaked out of Azril. She remembered now Malikamet had been empty-eyed and open-mouthed, and she licked her lips. "Please, Master," Azril whispered, staring at the Master's cock above her which was dripping cum onto Malikamet's still body. "I want more." The Master lowered his cock on level with Azril's lips. The smell of the cum was overwhelming. She stared at it hungrily, and she realized she was drooling again. The cum-covered tip pressed against her open mouth, and she immediately suckled it desperately. The taste was, strangely, familiar to her, though she didn't dwell on this. The Master stroked her head, then held it. Then he pushed his cock down her throat. Azril rubbed her cunt against Malikamet's mouth, feeling another orgasm coming along as the Master thrust in and out of her. It took longer than the cunt-fucking had, but that wasn't something Azril was prepared to complain about. Eventually she felt the cock bucking in her throat, and more glorious warmth flooded into her, giving her another excuse to orgasm. The Master slowly pulled out his cock as the cum flowed out, giving Azril the opportunity to drink greedily as the cock pumped into her mouth. Then the cock was out of her mouth, and Azril kept it open as wide as she could to catch the cum still flowing out. It covered her face and her hair, and then the rest of her, making her shirt cling to her. By the end of it, Azril was coated in cum, and a fair amount was all over Malikamet as well. Azril sighed dreamily and fell forward, her face plopping into a puddle of cum between Malikamet's legs. "Thank you, Master," she said. "That was wonderful." The Master reached down and picked up Memitu, whose stomach was still filled, and used her like a makeshift sponge, wiping the saliva and cum off his cock with her dress. "It is customary to clean up your fellow girls," Memitu stated, unperturbed. Azril was already drinking lazily from the puddle she was in, but now she got up and turned around to look at Malikamet's face. It was almost entirely covered in cum, and there were some specks of blood. Her mouth was filled to the brim with cum. Azril leaned down and kissed Malikamet, pushing her tongue into the cum-filled mouth. "But one other thing first," Memitu said, making Azril turn around. The Master was holding Memitu against the head of his cock, which she had wrapped her legs around. A thick golden stream suddenly jetted out of the cock, and Azril automatically opened her mouth to taste something warm and bitter. The piss covered her and Malikamet, and it moved the less-liquid cum around. Azril felt herself orgasming once more. When he was done, the Master used Memitu's hair to dry off his cock and tossed her onto the bed, where she helped Azril clean up Malikamet, and then they cleaned each other. Afterward, Azril sought out the Master and followed him. She was introduced to the Master's Wife, who took a shining to her, and was then allowed to live in the Master's bedroom. The Master also seemed to like Azril, and, while he fucked them consecutively, gave her Malikamet as a kind of gift. Azril showed Malikamet how to be a good fucktoy, and they became good friends. Azril never managed to remember what she wanted to ask the Master. She never managed to remember any of her tragic past, including why she attempted to kill herself. The Master didn't let her.