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.