Unstable forces gathered, coalescing into a spherical storm of energy, then suddenly faded away to reveal four girls. Scene 1: A bare room, decorated only by a large bed. There is one closed door and four shaded windows. Four girls stand near the bed, three of them in a triangle formation around the fourth. One girl wears black kneehigh boots, purple fishnet thighhigh stockings, black lace panties, a large strip of black fabric draped over her body with a hole for the head in the middle (tied at the waist and looking somewhat like a full-length dress when viewed directly from the front or back, otherwise exhibiting openness on either side), black fingerless gloves, a silver necklace adorned with a goat, and a black witch hat. A second girl wears black tennis shoes, black-and-green-striped thighhigh socks, green denim cut-off short shorts, a black tube top, a silver necklace adorned with a snake, and a black blindfold. The third girl wears black high-heeled shoes, a midnight blue strapless high-low dress (waist-length on her left, ankle-length on her right), black bangles, and a silver necklace adorned with a fly. The fourth girl wears red high-heeled shoes, red-and-white-striped latex thighhigh socks, a red microskirt, a white strapless bra, and red-and-white-striped latex elbow gloves. "What did you do?" the one with the hat demanded, glaring at Lucy. Lucy scoffed. "You said you wanted... you said you want... uh, fuck, what did you want?" "What happened?" the one with the blindfold asked. "We're somewhere else," the third one said. "A small room." The one with the hat looked puzzled. "What, uh, what did we want?" The girls thought about this. No one seemed to remember. "Well," Lucy said, looking around at them, "I'm guessing it worked. We're wherever you three said you wanted to go, but somehow coming here made us all forget." "Azaza," the third one addressed the one with the hat, "this is a little scary." "Come on, Belzabel," Azaza groaned. "Sami's not complaining." "Yeah, 'cause she can't see," Belzabel muttered. "It doesn't matter!" Azaza declared. "We'll figure this out. Lucy, your next task is to discover the nature of this place." Lucy made a face, then concentrated. She stopped. "Um... hm," Lucy said. "What?" Azaza asked. "My... my powers don't seem to be very effective here," Lucy told her. "Well, this is embarrassing." "We wanted to go to a place where magic doesn't work?" Belzabel asked. "That seems kind of like the opposite of what we'd want." "If that's the case..." Lucy began, then she suddenly threw a leg out to kick Azaza. Her foot stopped an inch from Azaza's shin. Something invisible seemed to keep her at bay. Azaza, who had been too surprised to react, now looked down at Lucy's ineffective attack and frowned. Then she raised a hand and slapped Lucy in the face. "Fucking hell!" Lucy cursed, rubbing her cheek. "I didn't even-" "It looks like the spell persists," Azaza determined. "That means you still have to do what we want, with or without your demonic powers." "Azaza slapped her," Belzabel told Sami, who gasped. "Now then," Azaza said calmly. "Let's-" She became quiet, and everyone went still. There were voices outside the door, getting closer. "Under the bed!" Azaza hissed. "All of you, now!" Belzabel helped Sami crawl under the bed, then Azaza and Lucy followed. It was a fairly large bed, able to cover all four of them, but it only came up from the floor just enough that they had barely enough room to lift their heads. Azaza's hat was consequently folded and bent. "Everyone quiet," Azaza whispered. "Lucy, if you make a sound, I swear..." The door opened. "...when you were off with Powlana and Autonoe." "I hardly got a lot of time when I was with them, though!" "Come on, Uri. You know that's fair." "Yeah, I know. I just like to tease you, Phani." Lucy could only see the bottom of two large and masculine legs, but there were two girly voices talking. She smelled something strange. The legs had approached the bed, now, and something heavy fell onto the bed. No, two things. Lucy decided that it was a strong man who had been carrying two girls and dumped them onto the bed. Then one of the girls started moaning, and Lucy understood what was happening. She looked around at the witches who summoned her. They appeared to be shocked. Belzabel covered her mouth. "Uhn, yeah, that feels good, doesn't it, Phani?" "Yes... oh, yes... f-nnhk." There was some relative silence, though Lucy could still hear a wet squishing sound and muffled moaning, all accompanied by sounds of repetitive movement. Slowly, Lucy moved one of her hands down, sliding across the soft carpet, until she reached under her skirt. Azaza stared in horror, but Lucy ignored her and started stroking herself. The sounds started to increase in volume and rhythm, and now the bed was making creaking noises. Then there was muffled screaming, and the movement stopped, followed by silence that was eventually interrupted by giggling. "Master, you made her pass out. Oh, yes, Master. I would like to mmm! Mmh..." There was a different set of sounds now. The wet sound was less squishy, and the moaning was that of someone with something filling her mouth. The moaning shortly became gagging. After some time, the movement stopped again, and there was the faint sound of someone gulping a lot. Lucy brought herself over the edge and shuddered, panting as quietly as she could. She brought her wet gloved hand to her mouth and tasted her pussy juice. Then there a popping sound, and something wet splattered onto skin as someone took deep breaths. "...oh, Master... thank you..." A moment later, the man turned and left, leaving the door open. The witches (or two of them, anyway) looked at each other, and at Lucy. After a thoughtful pause, Azaza nodded to herself. "Okay, let's get out of here," she mumbled. They crawled out of the bed and looked at it. There were two sleeping girls, one resting atop the other. The top girl wore white-and-pink tennis shoes, denim shortalls, reddish-pink cat-eye glasses, and a light pink baseball cap with the white logo of an inverted triangle on the front. The bottom girl wore green high-heeled thighhigh boots, a white T-shirt with "FUCK ME" written in bold black, golden bangles, and glasses. They both had bloated bellies. The one below had what could only be cum leaking out of her cunt, and they were both covered in more of it. A strong smell permeated the area. "Three guesses to what happened here," Lucy muttered. "What's that smell?" Sami asked. "Semen," Azaza murmured. She bit her lip thoughtfully. "They're... covered in it," Belzabel whispered. "Was that just... one guy?" "Maybe that's what you bitches wanted," Lucy suggested. "A place where one guy can do this." The witches all seemed to consider this embarrassedly. "Let's go," Azaza decided, adjusting her hat. "Lucy, you lead the way. I want to know what this place is." Lucy shrugged and led them out the door. There was no actual force compelling her to do so, but she couldn't disobey a direct command. The binding spell was very strong, considering the fact that these were amateur witches, and it could only be broken by something powerful as far as a story universe would be concerned, like the death of a hero or, hell forbid, true love. Lucy grimaced to herself. She hated stories. Outside the room was a corridor, with doors covering the walls. No other door was open. "Fuck," Azaza announced. "How're we going to find our way out of here?" Belzabel asked. She turned to Sami. "It's a hallway, and there're doors everywhere." Lucy walked over to the opposite door and tried the doorknob. It wasn't locked, so she opened it slowly and peered in. It was another room, identical to the one they'd left, but it was unoccupied. Azaza and Belzabel observed this, and turned to each other. "Okay, far end door," Azaza decided, turning to face one end randomly. "That one. Lucy?" Lucy walked down the hallway, followed by the witches, until she reached the door at one end of the hallway. She opened it cautiously. It was another sparse room, but this one had another door in it. There was also a girl on the bed. She wore black kneehigh high-heeled boots, dark green ripped-up tights (with the crotch area torn off, making them look like thighhigh socks), a long and flowy dark green dress (with the front completely ripped open), dark green cuffs, a black collar, and a dark green hair ribbon. She sat up as the door opened and looked at them with a blank expression. Lucy could see that her belly was slightly bloated, and she was sitting in a wet spot on the bed. "Welcome, newcomers," the girl said apathetically. "I am Memitu." Lucy looked back at the witches, who seemed to be at a loss. "I'm Lucy," Lucy said. "They are, uh. Azaza, Sami, and Belzabel." Memitu nodded then, apparently satisfied with this, lowered herself back down on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. "Huh," Lucy said. "What happened?" Sami asked. "It's another one," Belzabel told her. "She just went back to lying on the bed." "Memitu," Azaza said, deciding something and walking into the room. "I want to ask you something." Memitu eyed Azaza silently. "Where are we?" Azaza asked. "You said we're newcomers, how did you know that?" "You are in the Master's house," Memitu stated, looking back at the ceiling. "I knew you were newcomers because I know the identity of everyone who lives here." "The Master's house?" Azaza repeated. "Is this some kind of... brothel?" Memitu looked at Azaza again. "There are no brothels." "Lame," Lucy remarked. "Why were... why are you... uh," Azaza frowned and considered. "Who is the Master?" "The Master is our leader. He is also, in some cases, known as Lord among clergy, King among nobility, and Father among youth. He is the giver and preserver of life, love, and happiness. And all belong to him." Azaza digested this. "So... you're part of some kind of cu-uh... religion? And the Master is your... god?" Memitu was quiet for a moment, then: "Yes. That is an interpretation of the facts. If you wish to meet with him, the Master is, at this time, meeting with Prime Minister Ibelas in the foyer, right outside that door." "Er, okay," Azaza said. "You mean, he wouldn't mind us interrupting an important meeting?" Memitu looked up at the ceiling again. "The Master does not get interrupted." Azaza frowned and turned to the others. "All right, let's go." "Not afraid of this guy, eh?" Lucy asked. "I know I am," Belzabel squeaked. "Azaza, you saw what... what happened in the room. He must be huge! I... I mean, you know, body-wise." "We need answers," Azaza insisted, walking to the door Memitu had indicated. "And if this guy's anything like what Memitu says he is, he'll know what kind of place this is." "If he gets upset about his meeting being interrupted," Lucy said, "you're the scapegoat." Azaza paused, her hand on the doorknob. "No, you are, Lucy. Come here." Lucy sighed and walked over obediently. "You two," Azaza said to her friends. "We'll follow Lucy out. If it looks like trouble, just run and hide in one of those rooms back there. Uh, Sami, just stick with Belzabel. Okay. Lucy, you first." Lucy opened the door and led the witches out to the foyer. Scene 2: The foyer of a large house. Littered across the floor are dozens of girls, half of them scantily clad and the other half in variations of sartorial hijab. In either case they are mostly kissing, embracing, or engaging in sex or masturbation. At the center of it all is a large naked man sitting in a chair. At the base of his enormous penis, a girl straddles it while resting her back against the man's body. She wears black thighhigh socks, a black thigh-length open bathrobe, black elbow gloves, and a black collar with "LOVE" engraved on it. Apparently being penetrated by the penis is another girl who wears black high-heeled boots, a black open cloak worn over a red gown, black gloves, and a red headscarf obscuring everything but her eyes. Lucy stared at the scene, slack-jawed, as the waves of moaning and crying washed over her. The Master was indeed huge, and in every sense of the word. The girl on his cock clearly had a bulge in her stomach corresponding to the shape of it. What's more, though, was that she seemed to be enjoying it. It seemed to be about over. The giant cock was throbbing, and the girl's stomach was inflating. After she was thoroughly filled, the Master took her off his cock and set her on the floor. Amazingly, the barest trickle leaked out of her, though it was hard to tell with her clothes. "Thank you... Master," the girl breathed, standing awkwardly. "It's always nice to see you, Ibelas," the other girl said, the one straddling the Master's cock. "The girl is in the hall. Memitu will direct you." Prime Minister Ibelas nodded shakily and then stumbled away, toward Lucy. Lucy glanced behind her. The witches were still there, looking bewildered. She looked back and Ibelas was there. Ibelas set a hand on Lucy's shoulder and raised her eyebrows at her. Then she walked on, past the witches and into Memitu's room. As Lucy watched Ibelas go, the witches seemed to come to their senses. Belzabel grabbed Sami and they ran into the room as well. "Whatever you do," Azaza hissed, "keep... keep him away from us!" Then Azaza followed the other two and closed the door behind her. Lucy took a deep breath, then froze. Something large, hot, and wet had just bumped into the back of her head. She felt something gooey slide down her hair, and her pussy started dripping uncontrollably down her socks. "Turn around, fuckhole," a girl said pleasantly, "and greet your Master." Lucy thought quickly. That cum was powerful in a way she understood. It was some kind of magic, though strange and unfamiliar. She glanced down at her legs. "M-Master," Lucy said, slipping out of her shoes. "I don't think we've... met." She stepped forward with some difficulty, a part of her very strongly wanting to stay in contact with the thing, and turned around. The Master's cock loomed in front of her, dripping a little cum. The girl who'd spoken earlier was still sitting at the base, leaning back against the Master's body. Lucy felt an overwhelming urge to clean the cock with her mouth, but she fought it. Instead she lifted a leg and took off her left sock. "I... I would like to, um, experience your... magnificent... cock," Lucy managed. She gulped. "But, uh... could I just... cover it with this sock, first?" The Master didn't respond, and the girl sitting on him only smiled, so Lucy took it as a yes. Working quickly, she stretched open the hole of the sock and forced it onto the giant cock. It went on, and she pulled it down the length of the cock, getting it on most of the way down before she ran out of sock. The girl sitting there reached forward and stroked the sock. "Nice material. I'm sure it'll feel good in your cunt." Lucy bit her lip and walked back to the front of the cock. The sock was stretched so much that it was translucent, but she was sure it would work well enough as a makeshift condom. "Okay," Lucy said to herself. "I can do this." She reached up and pulled herself up astride the cock. Her wet pussy threatened to slide down the latex, so she had to hug the cock as she crawled to the head. Once there, though, she found that she wasn't sure what to do. She looked down at the covered tip, feeling a sense of panic well up. But then a large hand suddenly encircled her. A swift movement followed, and Lucy found her cunt sitting right on the tip of the Master's cock, her back to him. It didn't look like it could possibly fit, but Lucy remembered how Ibelas had taken it, and determined that there was more magic at work here. "P-please," Lucy whispered. "Fuck me, Master." The hand holding her pulled, and Lucy felt her cunt stretch open as the giant cock pushed into her. She grunted in pain. It wasn't the worst pain she'd ever experienced, but it was definitely up there on the list. And yet, she found the pain strangely comforting in an unfamiliar way. Lucy looked down at the cock bizarrely covered in red and white stripes going into her. There was a spectacular bulge in her lower abdomen working its way up. She could almost feel the cock pushing her internal organs aside indiscriminately, and yet she didn't feel like she was dying, exactly. The Master was somehow employing powerful magic that allowed him to contort her body around his cock without tearing her apart. She satisfied herself that she would survive this encounter, then, and tried to concentrate on making the Master enjoy himself. Lucy herself was already finding the experience more pleasant than she expected. The Master was fucking her slowly, so she could get used to his girth. And then she heard bells jingling, and a colorful girl cartwheeled into view. She wore shoes (the left one green, the right one red) whose tips curled to a point, thighhigh socks (the left one a motley of red and yellow diamonds, the right one of green and violet), a fluffy miniskirt colored in pink and black triangles, a cropped-top turtleneck sweater (colored violet on the left half and yellow on the right half) whose left sleeve was missing, a white right glove, a black left elbow glove, and a jester hat with two points that ended in bells (the right half red, the left half green). She also had on a heavy amount of makeup, and her lips were blue. "Good day to Master and Master's Wife!" the girl cried, bowing. "Debbie is here, for the entertainment of you and your slutwhore." "S-slutwhore?" Lucy managed. Then the girl started singing. "A fairer Lord we ne-ver will know! His kindness and love, e-ver does grow! To Him are we His lo-vers and slaves, For what gives He: ev'ry-thing one craves!" The Master slowed to a stop. Lucy tried looking back, and then felt the Master pull her off his cock. "And, yet still, we are val-ueless cunts, Hopeful that He is pleased by our grunts! O-oh, Master, thank- auughhh!" Lucy watched, amazed and a little envious, as the Master grabbed Debbie and started fucking her instead. He had set Lucy down on the floor by his feet, and she started rubbing herself. Debbie grunted in synchronization with her bells, which jingled every time the Master thrust into her, going deeper every time. And then, Lucy gasped in unexpected orgasm as the socked cock emerged from Debbie's mouth, having gone all the way through her. "You want that," a voice said. Lucy looked up at the girl still sitting on the base of the giant cock. She was smiling and rubbing her cunt against it. "I'm his Wife," she said pleasantly. "What's your name, fucktoy?" "Lucy," Lucy replied. She gulped. "I'm right, aren't I?" the Master's Wife asked, glancing at Debbie meaningfully. "I, uh... I'm not sure," Lucy murmured. Then a thought occurred to her. "You're his... Wife? And this... what he's doing doesn't bother you?" "It gets me hot and bothered, if that's what you mean," the Master's Wife said mischievously. Lucy blinked and looked back at Debbie. "What kind of world is this...?" "Paradise," the Master's Wife breathed. The Master's cock was twitching now, and Lucy saw the tip of her sock, hanging out of Debbie's mouth, expand like a balloon as it filled with cum. After some time, the Master pulled Debbie, freeing his cock of her as well as the sock, and set her on the floor. She had a dazed look, made all the more ridiculous by the huge striped sack of cum dangling from her mouth. Then the Master pointed his cock at her and pissed on her head and face, somewhat cleaning the running lines of mascara that stained her cheeks. Debbie didn't even close her eyes as the urine covered her, though she did slowly fall backward on the floor as the Master was finishing. The bloated sock in her mouth slowly thinned out, conforming to its original shape by emptying out somewhere in Debbie's body. Lucy quickly took off her other sock, glancing up at the Master's testicles. They didn't seem to be any smaller than before, but she was hoping she was just not remembering correctly. She hoped she was hoping. This time Lucy didn't ask, and quickly pulled the sock onto the Master's cock before anyone could protest. "Oh, honey," the Master's Wife murmured. "Lucy wants to be a cockpuppet, too." Lucy felt the Master suddenly pick her up again. This time she faced him and his Wife as the giant cock plunged into her wet pussy. "Uhh!" Lucy gasped as the cock bulged in her uterus. The Master wasn't going as easy as before. The Master pulled her up, then rammed her down, this time with his cock going up into her chest. "Wait... Master..." Lucy croaked, panicking. "I can't... breathe..." Again he pulled her up, and again he rammed her down. The cock bulged in Lucy's neck. Lucy stared wide-eyed at nothing. Now it was the worst pain she'd experienced. She felt her mind numbing, threatening her with unconsciousness, but she held on desperately. On the next thrust, the Master's cock pushed out of her mouth. She looked up (down, from her perspective) at the stretched striped sock peeking out of her mouth. It was blurry, and she realized tears were streaming out of her eyes. The cock retreated into her body for a moment, then thrust out even further. Lucy forced her limp arms to move up, and she eventually grabbed the pole emerging from her mouth. Her latex gloves on the wet latex condom made it a little difficult to get a good grip, but eventually she did and began to rub it. The Master stopped thrusting now, and instead moved Lucy up and down the cock with relative gentleness. Lucy continued her stroking, and additionally moved her bare legs along the cock Then the Master let go of her, and Lucy understood that she had to do this herself. She gripped the cock impaling her with her hands and legs, then she started moving herself up and down, lubricating it with her insides. "Nnn, yes, my Love," the Master's Wife moaned. "She makes a very good cocksleeve." Lucy kept going. She'd stopped thinking about how she wasn't breathing, and for that matter she'd stopped thinking very much at all. She felt the cock inside her growing hotter and harder. Suddenly, an orgasm racked her body as intense heat shot up inside her. She saw the end of the sock bulge out as cum filled it. It kept going, ballooning into a spherical shape as Lucy watched in incredulity. Eventually the Master stopped, and he reached over to pull Lucy off. As he did, Lucy clamped her lips together against the socked cock, trying to keep the cum at the end of the sock. The Master set her on the floor. Lucy squeezed her hands around where she clamped her lips down and slowly tried to pull the cum-filled sock out of her mouth without getting any inside her. She succeeded with some success, as far as she could tell, and ended up holding the wet thing with both hands, pointed away from her to avoid the inevitable trickle leaking from it. She took deep breaths. Then the Master suddenly picked her up again, and she dropped the sock so that the cum gushed out all over Debbie, who was still lying there. "W-wait, Master!" Lucy cried. She was turned around so that she faced the dripping cock, and she realized with dread that his testicles had not shrunk at all. "There's nothing wrong, is there?" the Master's Wife asked. "My Beloved wants to reward you." "Please," Lucy whispered as the cock loomed in her face, the smell of it overwhelming her. "I don't want to be a... slave..." "Oh, poor thing," the Master's Wife said sympathetically. "Don't worry, you'll change your mind soon enough." Then the Master pressed Lucy's lips against his cock. They parted automatically for some reason, and Lucy tasted the Master's cum. After a moment, she opened her mouth wider and started suckling the tip, rubbing her tongue against it. Slowly, the Master eased her further onto his cock. It soon went into Lucy's throat, then further. Lucy lost the ability to properly suckle or move her tongue, but she didn't mind that. She understood, now, that she was being used to please the Master. And that was a good thing. The Master started moving in and out of her now, going a little bit further each time. The warmth of the cock, not covered by a sock this time, was already pushing her to orgasm. The cock went into her stomach, and she reached it. It was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She convulsed like she was having a minor seizure. "It's good, isn't it?" the Master's Wife whispered. Lucy focused her eyes and saw the Master's Wife's cunt, rubbing on a part of the cock up ahead. "It's love, that's what it is. He gives us pure, unconditional true love. That's why it feels so good." And it made sense to Lucy. She raised her arms and stroked the cock like she did before. She breathed in the smell and moaned when she could. Soon enough Lucy felt heat surge through the cock and into her stomach, and she orgasmed again. She pulled on the cock as it poured cum into her, willing it to give her every last drop. Eventually, to her regret, the Master pulled Lucy off his cock and dropped her into a puddle of cum that'd resulted from one of her socks emptying out. She realized, dimly, that the spell the witches had used was now broken. She had fallen in love. She rested in the puddle for a while, keeping her mouth closed and enjoying the flavor and feel of the cum in and around her. Distantly, she heard talking. She thought she recognized the Master's Wife's voice, but there was cum in her ears and she wasn't paying very close attention anyway. "...lo Chl... ...s is Lucy. She's ... a little ...ckered out." "Ka... ... told me that ... are some witches ... ...thing." "... knows, ... was just ...out to take ca... ... them. W...ld you mind ...ching over Lucy? ... ...nk I like her." "Okay." Promptly, Lucy became aware of someone standing over her and opened her eyes. It was a young-looking girl. She wore black flats, white thighhigh socks with lace, a pink frilly miniskirt with a high waist, a white sleeveless blouse, a black collar with "LOVE" engraved on it, glasses, and a pink hairband decorated with a ribbon. The girl knelt down, and Lucy glanced over to see that the girl was wearing white panties with pink heart shapes all over. "Hi Lucy," the girl said quietly. "Feeling all right?" Lucy nodded. Everything had been so surreal and fantastic, but this girl was so... normal. "Do you want me to help you get up?" the girl asked. "Or would you rather rest some more?" Lucy considered, then decided. She tried getting up herself, and slipped. The girl held her hand out patiently. Lucy took it and stood up uneasily. She looked down and realized that she'd gotten the girl's hand all wet with cum. Then the girl surprised Lucy, though she wasn't sure why she was surprised, by bringing her hand to her mouth and licking the cum off. "I'm the Master's Girlfriend," she said, and smiled. Lucy digested that, and realized she had more room in her stomach and swallowed. "P... pleased to meet you." "I see that you're new around here," the Master's Girlfriend continued, tilting her head slightly. "I guess it must be quite a lot to... take in... Well, anyway, you've met the Master, and his Wife. They're basically in charge of things around here. I sort of am too, but mostly I deal with business stuff, delegating things to workwhores and whatnot." "Workwhores," Lucy repeated. She laughed. "Yes," the Master's Girlfriend said, smirking. "I get the feeling you'll fit in fine here. The Master and his Wife like you, which might mean you'll be in the bedroom with us. After he deals with the witches, anyway." "Bedr..." Lucy paused, then interrupted herself. "The witches! I have to... I have to be there. They're the reason I'm here." The Master's Girlfriend looked at her for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, the Master went into the inner halls, where Memitu said they're hiding." Lucy pulled her sock out of Debbie, who seemed to be sleeping, and thrust her leg into it. Warm cum flowed up her leg and oozed out of the sock, and Lucy almost fell down again as an orgasm forced itself on her. "Hm," the Master's Girlfriend said, raising her eyebrows at this. After a moment, Lucy got ahold of herself and put on her other sock, this time without any difficulty, though she still enjoyed the sensation of the cum. She found her shoes and put them on. Then she looked around and hesitated. "That way," the Master's Girlfriend whispered, pointing. "Thanks," Lucy mumbled, and ran off. In Memitu's room, Lucy found Memitu lying on her bed with her face and upper body utterly covered in cum, so she kept going into the other door where the hall was. She felt so free and happy. She wasn't sure if it was more because the spell on her was lifted, or because she was in love. In the hall, she saw him. The Master was standing near a door, and his Wife was still sitting on his cock, along for he ride. She also saw Belzabel with her back to the door, frozen with fright. Lucy walked over, getting Belzabel's attention. "L-Lucy," Belzabel whispered, shaking. "Help me." Lucy smiled and grabbed Belzabel's arms. "Lucy?" Belzabel asked. Lucy kissed her. Belzabel struggled a little, but Lucy had pinned her to the door. Then something large and wet laid itself atop Lucy's head. Lucy pulled her head back a little and smiled blissfully as cum and precum dripped down her face. "Bel," Lucy sighed. "You have got to try this." "Lucy you're... you're not yourself," Belzabel told her. "Please let go." "Bel," Lucy said. "Just give it a taste." "Please, Lucy," Belzabel pleaded. "I'll... I'll do it if you let go." Lucy licked her lips, which had been dripped on, and kissed Belzabel again, this time forcing her tongue into her mouth. Belzabel resisted again and moaned in protest briefly, then she relaxed. Lucy let go of her hands, but Belzabel didn't do anything. Lucy pulled down the top of Belzabel's dress, revealing her tits, and began to fondle them as she pulled her head back again. "See?" Lucy breathed. "It's good." "Lucy..." Belzabel whispered. "Now, I want you to do something for me," Lucy went on, and she leaned forward to suck on Belzabel's neck. "Nnn...!" Belzabel moaned. She hugged Lucy to her tightly. Lucy raised her head and whispered in Belzabel's ear. "I want you to suck on that big, tasty cock." Belzabel raised her eyes to look at the wet thing now hanging over Lucy's head. "Don't be scared," Lucy said. "Once you start doing it, you'll love it. And I'll help you." "B-but... Lucy..." "Trust me, Bel. I promise you won't regret it." Lucy went back to sucking on Belzabel's neck, and smiled to herself when Belzabel started making sucking noises. Then she started making choking noises, and the neck Lucy was sucking on expanded to account for something huge going into it. "I knew there was something special about you," the Master's Wife said. "I feel like this is what I was always meant to do," Lucy said, watching Belzabel's neck bulge then shrink repeatedly. "Maybe it is," the Master's Wife suggested. "I think my Beloved would be pleased to make... use of you." Lucy raised her head and started licking the Master's cock as it plunged into Belzabel's mouth, while also stroking Belzabel's stretched neck. After a while, Lucy felt the heat rush down the length of the cock, and she shook with orgasm. She hugged the cock for support and watched as Belzabel was pumped full of cum. "Fuck, that's hot," Lucy breathed. When it was over, the Master pulled his cock out of Belzabel and wiped her face with it. Her eyes had rolled up, and she seemed to have passed out. Lucy kissed her again, drinking in some of the cum that was leaking from her mouth, and set her aside on the floor before opening the door. It was another of those bare rooms. The only thing in it seemed to be a big bed. Lucy got on her knees to look under the bed, raising her ass in the air for the Master to look at. Sami was under the bed, evidently scared. "Sami?" Lucy said. "It's me, Lucy." "Lucy," Sami whispered. "What's going on? Belzabel went out to see if... anything had happened, and she hasn't come back yet... I... I smell that... smell again..." "The M... uh, the big man was in the hall," Lucy murmured. "He saw Belzabel and chased her. Hopefully she'll be okay, but in the meanti- ahh..." "Lucy?" Lucy gulped. The Master was rubbing his cock against her pussy, and it was taking her a lot of concentration not to orgasm. "I-in... in the meantime..." Lucy breathed. "We... should take the opp-p-puh... opportunity to escape." "Okay," Sami said, and she crawled out from under the bed. Then she stiffened. "W-who's there?" Sami asked. "Lucy, who else is in here?" Lucy couldn't restrain herself anymore. She moaned in ecstasy, laying her face on the ground. "Lucy?" Sami asked. She backed up against a wall. "Hello, Sami," the Master's Wife suddenly said, causing Sami to jerk her head to one side. "What did you do to Lucy?" Sami demanded. "Where's Belzabel?" "Lucy's just resting a little," the Master's Wife assured her. "She was really... tired out, having to deal with the 'big man'. I know where you friend is, though. Would you like me to take you to her?" Sami tilted her head, frowning. "Are you on a... pedestal or something?" "Yes, that's right," the Master's Wife said. "Now, come here." Sami hesitated, then walked forward slowly, her arms out in front of her. Lucy turned over and saw Sami walking straight toward the Master's cock. Sami paused, her face right in front of the tip, and raised her hands a little higher. "W-what is this?" Sami asked, rubbing her hands along the cock. "Oh, that's the food dispenser," the Master's Wife said. "If you're hungry, just suck on the end of the tube." "It... smells kind of... weird..." Sami muttered. "Why's it so warm?" "Would you prefer cold food?" the Master's Wife inquired. Sami felt the cock some more and frowned. "Wait, what? This thing is- mmmh!" The cock had suddenly pushed against Sami's mouth, though she fought against it going inside. The Master moved forward, pushing Sami against the bed while she pushed against the cock. "You're not hungry?" the Master's Wife asked. "Why don't you try it? Open your mouth just a little." Sami pushed the cock and twisted away, escaping from underneath it. She ran toward the door, where one of the Master's large hands grabbed her by the neck. "Let me go!" Sami shrieked, trying in vain to pry the Master's fingers off her. "Oh dear," the Master's Wife murmured. "Looks like you'll be a tough one to break." "Please, stop it," Sami said, clutching the Master's hand but no longer moving. "I don't know what's going on, and... I just want to go home!" "Don't worry, sweetie," the Master's Wife said. "We'll get you to where you belong very soon." "Please don't hurt me," Sami whispered. Tears dripped down from beneath her blindfold. "Oh, honey, you made her upset," the Master's Wife grumbled. "Why don't you do something to make her feel better?" The Master reached down at Sami's shorts. "N-no, stop," she whimpered. The Master pulled Sami's shorts as well as the panties she wore underneath down to her ankles, causing her to cry out. "No! Please, I beg you!" Sami cried, trying to cover her pussy with her hands. "Anything but that!" "Relax," the Master's Wife cooed. "Just let it happen. Soon you'll be begging for more." "Someone, help me!" Sami shrieked as the Master took her in his hands and lifted her. "You heard her, honey," the Master's Wife said. "Help her." The Master pressed Sami's cunt onto his cock, and she started screaming wordlessly. Her screams became all the more insistent when the cock forced itself into her, and blood dripped down to the floor and along the length of the Master's cock. Then the Master went further, pushing his cock deep into Sami's cunt, then into her torso until she broke off into silence. "Lucy," the Master's Wife called as the Master started to fuck Sami, who had gone limp. "Come here and clean up the mess your friend is making." Lucy forced herself to get up on her knees and crawled over to the small pool of blood on the floor. She leaned down and drank it. Occasionally drops of blood fell on her head and back. When she was done, she stood up to lick the blood on the Master's cock, working her way up to where Sami's cunt would periodically go down to. Sami was just making small grunting sounds now, though Lucy could see that she was still crying. Then the Master suddenly reached a hand behind him, outside the room. His hand came back holding Azaza, struggling to get free. "You bastard!" Azaza yelled. "Let me g- oh, fuck, Sami! Stop it! You're killing her!" "Ah, and you must be the last of the witches," the Master's Wife said. "I-I'm warning you, I'm a really powerful witch!" Azaza said. "I summoned a demon queen to do my bidding!" "Oh, you mean Lucy down there?" the Master's Wife asked. "L-Lucy?" Azaza asked, looking down. Lucy poked her head out from under the Master's cock. "Hey Azaza." "Lucy, do something!" Azaza hissed. "My powers don't work here, remember?" Lucy asked, rubbing the Master's cock. "Besides, the spell is broken. I have a new master, now. The Master. Hehe." Azaza stared, speechless, as Lucy started licking the Master's cock again. "You see, Azaza," the Master's Wife remarked. "There's nothing you can do. So just calm down, and my Beloved will make you feel really good after he's done with Sami here." "N... no!" Azaza said. "I can't let this happen!" "Sweetie, it's already happening," the Master's Wife asserted. "Honey, let me have her." The Master put Azaza on his cock, sitting her astride it so that her back faced his Wife, who immediately wrapped her arms around Azaza.. Azaza gasped. Her panties were all that was between her cunt and the Master's cock. "It feels good, doesn't it?" the Master's Wife murmured, slipping a hand into Azaza's garment. "Just imagine it being inside you." "Stop it," Azaza grunted, pushing away the Master's Wife's hand. "Sami looks like she's... in pain." "I'm sure she is," the Master's Wife said, slipping her hand back in. "But it's a special kind of pain that makes you just..." Then the Master's Wife reached down to Azaza's panties and put her hand inside. "W-wait, stop that," Azaza gasped. She grabbed the Master's Wife's arm and pushed it out and away. The Master's Wife chuckled. "Anyway, it's the best thing you'll ever feel, believe me." "Yeah, listen to her, Azaza," Lucy said, causing Azaza looked down at her in bewilderment. "Also, I wanted to say I'm sorry." Azaza frowned. "What? Where's... where's that coming from?" "Back there, before... and also back at your house," Lucy mumbled. "Well, I realized I was kind of a bitch. I didn't like that I was summoned by you, who seemed to be such a tightass. But I realized, after, ah, the spell broke, why that was. You just want to be loved. And that's the reason we came here. The Master... he'll really love you." Azaza didn't say anything. "Honey," the Master's Wife said softly. The Master reached down and picked up Lucy, then set her on his cock in front of Azaza so that they faced each other. "Wait... what's going on?" Azaza whispered. She tried to move but the Master's Wife held her still. "And... so will I," Lucy added. She leaned forward and kissed Azaza on the lips. "Mmph!" Azaza struggled against the Master's Wife as Lucy pulled back. "Stop it! You're... you're wrong! I don't..." "Azaza, it's okay," Lucy said. "Just try it out. At least see if you'll like it or not." Lucy kissed Azaza again, gripping her shoulders, and this time Azaza didn't struggle. The Master's Wife reached into the garment again and started rubbing Azaza's pussy. Azaza softened under the kiss, and Lucy started moving her back and forth gently. Soon Azaza was doing it on her own, and all three girls were rubbing their cunts on the Master's cock. It didn't take long for the cock to twitch beneath them, and all three orgasmed at the same time as the cock burned against their cunts. Lucy noticed Azaza staring and broke the kiss. "Sami..." Azaza whispered. "Ah, yeah," Lucy breathed, twisting her body around to see Sami expanding with cum. "I bet she's feeling pretty great right now." "Is it... really that good?" Azaza asked. Lucy turned back to her. "I've been around for a long time, Azaza. And trust me when I say that there is nothing like the Master's cum." "S-so... you don't..." Azaza gulped. "I don't... what?" "I mean, um... so you're not... into... girls?" Lucy mulled that over, then laughed. "Azaza, we just spent the past few minutes kissing. What do you think?" "But... you... you said, mm..." "God, fuck, Azaza. Things aren't that black and white. You've never heard of bisexuality?" Azaza fumed. "O-of course I have! I just... I just thought you were... more straight... straightforward than that!" "Azaza," Lucy said quietly. "Is there something you want to tell me?" "I... I don't know... Oh, why did the spell have to break?" "Spell?" Lucy furrowed her brow. "You want me to do something?" "Yes!" Azaza exclaimed. "I was going to... I mean, once Belzabel and Sami were gone, I... I wanted to see what it'd... be like." "What, being with a girl?" Lucy asked. "N-not because I like you, or anything!" Azaza insisted. "It would all be just for... understanding." "I could still do what you want, you know," Lucy murmured, leaning forward. "Uh..." Azaza's lips quivered as Lucy neared. "O-okay... just to... see what it's like..." They kissed again. The Master's Wife let go of Azaza, and the Master picked up Azaza and Lucy and set them on the bed. Azaza's hat fell off along the way. Lucy reached into Azaza's panties, encountering wetness. "Mm, Azaza," Lucy mumbled, breaking the kiss. "You're all ready." "Sh-shut up," Azaza grunted. "It doesn't mean anything." Lucy smiled. "Let's take these off." Azaza didn't say anything, but she moved her legs to allow Lucy to remove the panties. Lucy then repositioned herself against Azaza and rubbed her pussy against hers. Azaza whimpered. "Is that okay?" Lucy asked softly. "Y... yes..." They went back to kissing, with Lucy leaning into Azaza and moving her hand into Azaza's garment to fondle a breast. Azaza was moaning now, and Lucy could feel her approaching climax. After a moment, Azaza shuddered and whined into Lucy's mouth. When Lucy let go of her, Azaza fell backward on the bed, her head dangling off the edge. Lucy continued grinding against Azaza's cunt, not quite having reached orgasm herself. Then she noticed the Master pulling Sami off his cock. Cum gushed out of Sami. The Master held her over Azaza's hat for a moment, allowing her to drip into it, then he put her on the bed, next to Lucy, who hugged her close. Then Lucy realized that the Master was positioning himself in front of Azaza. Azaza made a protesting sound, quickly silenced the Master's cock pushed into her mouth. Lucy saw the bulge appear in Azaza's throat and shuddered in ecstasy. She also saw Belzabel in the doorway, looking like she just woke up. She also looked like she had swallowed a tub of water--or, more accurately, cum. "Bel... hey, come here," Lucy said. Belzabel sauntered over and crashed into the bed, then slowly climbed up near Lucy, on the opposite side of where Sami was lying. "Lu...cy," Belzabel groaned. "Fuuuck. I am so... horny right now." "Me too, Bel," Lucy sighed. "Gimme your cunt, I'll help you out. You can watch Azaza get throatfucked with me." Belzabel repositioned herself so that she was lying next to Lucy, facing Azaza, and took off some soaked panties. Lucy reached over and started stroking Belzabel's cunt. "Mmm..." Belzabel moaned. "You were right, Lucy... I've never felt so happy before. Fuck, Azaza's really taking it." Lucy and Belzabel admired the moving bulge, now going as far as Azaza's stomach. "Who's that girl?" Belzabel asked. "The Master's Wife," Lucy murmured. "Fuck, he's married? Lucky bitch." "She doesn't seem to mind sharing." "Good thing, too." "Yeah, I d-uhhh!" Lucy suddenly cried out and orgasmed immediately. Belzabel looked over, curious. Lucy breathed heavily. The Master's cock had gone completely through Azaza, and the tip had just barely emerged to press against Lucy's cunt. "Oh Master, please," Lucy whispered anxiously, pushing her cunt against Azaza's in an attempt to get more of the cock. "Go a little further, please, I need it. Please..." The Master obliged, pushing his cock further in and out of Azaza to enter Lucy's cunt. "Ohh yes!" Lucy cried. "Fuck me, Master! Fuck me! I love you!" Belzabel looked at the bulge appear in Lucy's belly. "That good, huh?" "Oh, Bel," Lucy breathed. "Come here. Kiss me. Oh, fuck..." Belzabel crawled onto Lucy, placing her cunt just above where Lucy was being fucked, and almost fell forward as the bulge rubbed against her. Lucy embraced Belzabel and pulled her close. They kissed hungrily, whimpering into each other's mouths. Soon the cock was twitching, and Lucy and Belzabel both climaxed as the cock dumped cum into Lucy's womb. After a few bursts, the Master pulled back so that his cock left Lucy, and he continued to cum in Azaza's stomach. Eventually he was done, and he picked Azaza up by her garment, used it to wipe his cock, then dropped her onto Sami, who was just waking up. The Master's Wife crawled to the tip of the Master's cock, hugging it, and it released a stream of piss onto the four girls. When he was done, his Wife suckled the tip clean, and they left the room. "Mmm... what's going on?" Sami mumbled. "The Master pissed on us," Belzabel replied. "I think that means we're his." "Ah... that's good..." Sami breathed. "Bel, could you go get Azaza's hat?" Lucy asked. "I still want more."