It's human nature to pursue what would make them happy. It's why people had hoped and dreams.
Things I'd let go of.
I thought I'd reached the lowest in my past life.
Now that I'd reached a new low, I started to really appreciate the minimum effort my country made to at least let us die starved. They didn't harm or confine us, only neglected people like me.
Those with nothing to lose.
After a humiliating crawl while having my neck tugged by a leash, someone lifted my heavy body.
Placing me on a soft mattress. It's likely a bed.
I couldn't see anymore, but my other heightened senses adjusted a little to make out the situation.
A cotton ball was dabbed on the bloody mess around my eyes. Tears of blood that came out.
Some mysterious medicine was applied to it.
The medicine had a good reaction to my ocular injury. Bleeding stopped and it started to heal.
My eyes didn't return, but I could feel that they were gradually getting used to their current state.
A voice sprung my awareness.
"Sorry about my mother. She doesn't really see a difference between person and object." (???)
"Talia…?"
"Hm? Is that a girl you used to know?" The more she questioned, the more I realised I'd got it wrong.
Her voice was similarly high and cute like Talia in the past. However, there were slight differences.
"…What are you doing?" I tried my best to keep my emotions from exploding, and tried to be social.
Even though my heart wasn't in the conversation.
"I don't like ugly things, you see. I'm going to cover your eyes up now." From what she said, although she felt sorry for my eyes, she didn't see me as a person. Even now, the girl did as she pleased.
Not asking whether I accepted her blindfold or not.
I felt her hands touching across my now bald head and tying on a blindfold to cover my injuries.
Since they didn't visually appeal to her, she hid them away. It didn't matter what I felt about it.
"Do you ONLY like beauty?" I asked, and tried to keep the conversation going as long as I could.
"It's nicer to see. Well, you wouldn't understand it now that you're like this." She was so insensitive.
"What should I call you?" I followed up fast.
"Edith. That girl who cut your arms before was my sister." She spoke while checking my blindfold.
"Then my name is-"
"It's unimportant. Just forget you had one. My good little toy. That's your status in this place."
I suddenly felt my breath being cut off.
"Mmphgh!" I panicked and threw her off me.
Even as I moved away, I felt a hand on my leg.
By reflex, I moved my arms to push her off me.
I coughed. It was so sudden. The sensation should have been unpleasant, but her mouth felt strange.
It was similar to how rough skin had an unpleasant touch, or how a soft bed was pleasant to sense.
Even though a part of my senses and values was uncomfortable, there was a sole sensation in there.
I couldn't really explain it.
The fact I suddenly couldn't breath was definitely uncomfortable and clear. That was only natural.
But the taste of her lips was like honey.
It felt like my mouth was filled with her female pheromones. Like her body was made for this.
That's when I realised it.
I was in Hell and in front of me was a Succubus. My eyes couldn't see, but her figure became clearer.
The tussle of the fabrics making that skimpy outfit she wore. The smell of her body of flowery scent.
Was this the smell of roses or lavender?
No, I was being stupid. Just because I knew the scents of Earth, didn't mean I understood Hell.
"Are you scared of me?" The succubus asked me.
She was definitely crawling towards me. I couldn't see her, but that was likely how she'd approach.
I've seen prostitutes and old women who'd take advantage of rising handsome actors do this
She was being oppressive.
"Erm… Edith…"
"Yes?"
"I'm not comfortable right now, can we-?"
"No. It's a rule that you have to sleep with me every night. Don't resist. It's for your own good." This bitch really thought gaslighting me would work. It was to the point I could laugh at my former self.
Maybe because I couldn't see, but I started to imagine how this would look on the outside.
A bald, featureless sex slave wearing a blindfold and having wolf features, like cyan ears and a tail.
Now that I thought about it, was having two pairs of ears the reason why my hearing had improved?
I started to distract my mind with thought like that one, but I couldn't ignore how stupid I looked.
I wanted to be saved, but knew that if another version of me stood in this room right now… he'd leave. To him, the suffering of a stranger meant nothing. The only thing that mattered was him.
Wish he'd just die…!
[You have revoked your identity.]
[Your name shall be left empty until you find a new one. Deterioration of the mind has been sensed.]
[Warning. Please get some rest.]
'I would get some… if that was even possible.' Was my thought while looking at the mental images.
It looked like the messages wasn't a visual aid. The details had always been registering in my mind.
That was simply how it worked in reality.
But I put up a struggle in the face of despair.
"You shouldn't move like that." Edith touched my knee and put her fingers behind my knees.
Pulling my lower body closer.
These restraints made it hard to move, but she was also a lot stronger than she seemed previously.
Her soft body gave me the wrong impression.
It was an oppressive feeling. Making me struggle to throw myself off the bed. Trying to crawl to escape.
I didn't have any real thoughts in my head.
Only trying to protect the bit of dignity I had left.
'No…' I didn't want this. The only thoughts going through my head was trying to find ways to leave.
To escape from her grasp.
"You should listen to her." Along with those words, I felt several arms grabbing me from various angles.
They were the rough hands of a strongman.
But the person speaking was a woman.
I was lifted back onto the bed, then placed directly on top of the individual I'd just been running from.
With our bodies making more direct contact, my private parts reacted in ways normal for a man.
Humiliation and pleasure overlapped.
"Behave." The newcomer with a familiar voice grabbed my manhood and pushed it into Edith.
She slapped my ass.
When I wouldn't move my hips for this, she would push me using the six arms that were grabbing me.
I felt so invaded.
My body used like a toy for the pleasure of someone else. Fools would consider this joy.
Because my body was forced to feel pleasure, that I should be experiencing joy because of that.
Oh how wrong that was.
It was human nature to peruse happiness, but THIS was not happiness. THIS was not what I lived for.
Not something I could ever stand for.
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Urgh… My head… How long had this been going on for? How long had I been forced into indulgence.
"Come on~ Let's eat." Edith talked to me kindly.
I wasn't sure if it was the next morning, but she was bringing me along to my new routine here.
I was forced to crawl with these restraints on. My lower body in pain from being 'sucked' last night.
"He's slow. Maple, can you carry him?" Edith once again tried to show how 'kind' she was to me.
As expected, this Maple girl picked up my body like I was a baby. Infantilising me as if I had no power.
Acting like I couldn't walk if they just took this off.
My shame had already vanished. My heart could no longer go on and think of running away anymore.
I looked over to where 'she' was.
From the sound of her footsteps as she arrived, I was able to figure out that elf had also given up.
She didn't avoid or struggle at this point.
I heard no sobs no cries of pain. Only acceptance for a new environment while eating their food.
"It's good to see you." Asmo spoke to her children while ignoring the existence of her two sacrifices.
Edith and Maple talked to her about something I couldn't quite follow. A few minutes went past.
When they were done, Maple picked me up again and took me back to Edith's room from before.
They didn't give me any time alone.
My daily life became having them force themselves on me everyday. Making me eat stamina food.
That was exactly the meal given at that table.
Since I refused her advances, Maple had to continue being a machine that made us have sex.
Using my penis like some sort of plunger.
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How much time passed again? I couldn't really make sure considering the situation I was in.
There was no night or day in my lightless sockets.
My eyes still hadn't regenerated.
Since the only thing I could do was have sex with Edith every day, my senses recorded more of her.
The smell, touch, taste, and sounds she'd make with my every action. Even her sensitive parts.
I managed to recover my mind somewhat, then-
"Looks like you're finally learning. Good boy." They treated me like a loyal dog that had done well.
Why…?
It was then I noticed Maple's hands weren't pushing me into Edith. My body moved by reflex.
Doing exactly what it had been taught.
[Warning. Please rest. Mental corruption is immanent with the shock being experienced.]
Had clinging my waists onto the body of my captor become my happiness? Had I become twisted?
"Haha, haha…" I slow laugh exited my mouth at that moment. My body had already fallen into routine.
It had become needy for support and pleasure.
I'd given myself away. Showing an unsightly look as I genuinely fell into depravity after her 'training'.
"Do it! Thrust harder!" Both of us were getting off with each other, but I couldn't live without her.
That food fed to me had changed the way my body worked. The routine had squashed my rebel heart.
The only thing left was a real doll of a man.
Unable to control his urges and constantly trying to look virgin at first, but was quickly taken down.
I started to have thoughts on whether rebelling was even worth it. After all, this life was good enough.
They didn't give me liberty, but I was living well.
Edith gave me her sole attention even as my body was withering away. Giving me minimum standards.
The food I had changed my body weirdly, but it didn't taste bad. My restraints… I could forget it all.
Pretend I was born like this into the world.
The more I thought in that direction, the less my rebel heart wanted to ruin this moment of peace.
Even if I escaped, what would I do?
This was the middle of Hell anyway.
Maybe George would laugh at me for what I had become, but I couldn't help what happened.
It was just a natural disaster on me.
An earthquake.
A bolt of lightning on a rainy day.
No one could hate the weather for that, right?
I gradually started to become more accustomed to having sex. Doing what I could to please her.
"You're getting good at this~" Edith praised me as I started to lick and nibble the cherries of her chest.
Keeping my arms moving to hold my body up.
Maple no longer visited. I had become an obedient pleasure tool after so long under their command.
Unable to take care of myself anymore.
Maybe because two of them had became one, but a part of me started to shake in anticipation of it.
I couldn't let go of escaping after a while.
The both of them were hard opponents, but I could easily deal with Edith while Maple was away.
My last struggle had started.