Euphoria: A Butterfly's Dream

As Subaru entered the room once again, another one of the lights above the doors turned green, and the door slid open. 

Emilia looked like she was holding back tears, glancing at Subaru before looking away, and Frederica was holding her, trying to comfort the girl, before shooting Subaru a judgemental glare he hadn't seen from her before. Subaru felt a pang of guilt at the sight, vowing to explain himself to her, but before he had the chance, the two of them stepped into the next room.

The next room was just as white as the first few, but this one had a terminal covered in screens in the center, with a keyboard at waist-level and the screens arranged in a circle so that they could be seen from any position in the room. The ceiling was higher to accommodate the terminal, and there were more doors than any other room.

Felt's moans didn't get any less louder as they stepped inside, still plaguing each and every one of them with an audible reminder of what would happen to them if they didn't comply with the game. His semen was probably still stuck to the glass pane back there, drying and ensuring that Felt didn't forget what she saw either between Subaru and the woman who tried to kill them back at the loot house.

"Welcome to the main room," The mechanical voice intoned over the sound of Felt's muffled moans. Subaru didn't feel very welcome, it wasn't very hospitable, looking more like a research facility, a bunker, or a hospital with its white walls and utilitarian design.

"Verifying player count. Player count: six." So it didn't include Felt anymore. She truly wasn't a part of the game at this point. 

"Keyholes: five. Unlockers: one." A grim reminder of what they were to this twisted game. Emilia and Frederica shuddered at how dehumanized they were. Crusch remained stoic, besides an almost imperceptible twitch of her lip. Elsa giggled. 

Priscilla scowled. "Reducing mineself to a mere object. Whenever I escape this wretched facility, I'll ensure a cruel and swift punishment upon whoever decided to subject mineself to such lowliness." She muttered.

The words appeared on the monitor as well. Surprisingly enough, both in Lugunican, and in Japanese. "What the hell?" Subaru murmured, seeing his native language printed by someone other than himself?

"What's that on the bottom?" Crusch asked, noticing it as well.

"Japanese," said Subaru. "The language of my homeland. I didn't think I'd ever see it again, but…" He trailed off, unsure of what to make of it, besides the fact that this detached voice, this computer, they appeared all-knowing and all-powerful. He'd felt himself being made small and insignificant in the face of schemes much greater than himself more than once before, but never this strongly. 

Subaru went up to the terminal. After selling his cellphone to Russel Fellow, this was the first time he'd seen something that could be considered a computer, but there was only one button on the terminal, labeled "Rules". He pressed it, causing the screens to change.

The explanation given in the last room, the one that caused Felt to freak out, appeared on the screen, again in Japanese characters and Lugunican glyphs. There wasn't any new or useful information. 

"You know how to operate this metia?" asked Crusch. "It looks like it's a giant page with words that write themselves." Subaru shook his head. 

"It's not a metia. Or maybe it is. I don't know. But the devices up there are monitors," Subaru pointed. "They're technology from my homeland. But I don't know why they're here." 

"Everything points back to you," Priscilla said accusingly. "These devices, this foreign language. And you stand before us as the sole 'unlocker', the key to our freedom. Whatever this incipid game is, it's related to your meager self."

Subaru didn't have a good comeback to that. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to figure out something to say to prove his innocence. He looked over to Emilia for support, but she glanced away when their eyes met. She must have been conflicted due to having seen him kissing someone their camp considered an enemy.

"I don't think Subaru-san can be held responsible for something of this scale," said Crusch, stepping in. "I admit, there seems to be some relation between him and this game, but I doubt that he's to blame for this. If he knew something, Subaru isn't the sort of man who would be able to hide it."

"Strange that someone of another camp would have something to say about the knight of a rival camp. Perhaps you're in on it too. No matter, I can already see that this will be to mine own benefit. What say you, half-devil?" Priscilla asked Emilia. It appeared she noticed that Emilia was sitting out of this conversation.

"I…I don't know what to think," Emilia said helplessly. She snook a glance at Subaru, her gaze pleading to him for some kind of affirmation, something that indicated that what she saw in that room wasn't real, but it was.

"I'm not involved with this. I'm just as clueless as the rest of you," Subaru protested. 

"Verily, I have heard whispers that in the pursuit of the White Whale, thou hadst knowledge of its whereabouts, despite the randomness of its attacks. Furthermore, it is spoken that thou wert privy to the machinations of the Witch Cult, despite having been out of the region at the time, and even managed to pinpoint the very whereabouts of their operatives. What say you to that?" asked Priscilla. 

Subaru had no means of explaining why he could have known any of that without revealing Return by Death, which wasn't an option. It did look suspicious. He could feel everyone's eyes on him.

"Enough. Subaru has proven his loyalty to the good of Lugunica more than once. If he can't reveal his source of knowledge, it's not up to us to question it considering the results. Besides, it's unrelated to this situation," Crusch said authoritatively.

Subaru was grateful for the assist. In fact, it felt like she was the only one on his side, considering that Frederica and Elsa were staying out of it and Emilia was sitting on the sidelines, wondering what to think.

Before anyone else could chime in, the terminal beeped, and the screen changed to a clock, displaying ten minutes. Subaru's blood froze as it began to count down.

"At the end of the timer, the first game will begin," The mechanical voice announced.

"I need to talk to you. Urgently," said Crusch, grabbing Subaru's hand. She more or less dragged him into the last room they were in, away from everyone else.

"What's this about?" asked Subaru. "Why'd you help me out back there?" 

"Out of all of them, I believe I have the best handle of your character," Crusch explained. "This game didn't even issue a warning to Felt, and she ended up in that situation. It looks like she'll be stuck there, too. If we start arguing and fighting amongst ourselves, I can only see it going poorly if we end up refusing to do what the voice wants us to do. So I want you to pick me for the first game."

It was just like Elsa said. How had she known? 

"Why? You know what it means, right?" Subaru asked. "I'll… I'll have to…"

"Rape me. I know," Crusch nodded her head in affirmation. Despite her outward confidence, though, her bottom lip still trembled, but whether that be nervousness or fear, Subaru couldn't tell. "I don't trust anyone else to do what needs to be done. You can force them, I'm sure. But it'd be easier with a willing participant, yes?" 

Subaru nodded dumbly in agreement. Her conviction was staggering. "You don't trust anyone else?" 

"Emilia is still a rival for the throne," Crusch explained. "She seems like a nice girl, but she also seems like the type that would crumble under stress. And I don't know what happened, but it looks like something came between the two of you as well."

Again, her judgement was spot on. This was certainly the same strong-willed woman Subaru remembered. "And what about everyone else?" asked Subaru.

"If what you and Emilia are saying about that dark-haired woman is true, I don't trust her to be in a room with you alone," said Crusch. "I'm not sure what to think of the maid, but she's reserved and I can't get a good read on her. I doubt Priscilla would be willing to demean herself, either. You would have to take her by force if you picked her. And that leaves me."

It was sound logic, but that was what he expected from someone like Crusch. Serious and levelheaded even when faced with the possibility of being taken against her will. 

Crusch broke her intense gaze with him, glancing away. "Besides… I remember saying after the White Whale raid that I incurred a debt to you. I plan to honor that debt. Even if it has to be with my body."

"You don't have to do that," Subaru insisted. Crusch shook her head.

"No, I must. If we're to get out of this alive, I'll suffer any humiliations it might require. Only then do I have any chance of attaining my dream. Besides… it's not like I think of you as such an undesirable man." Crusch muttered, her hand gripping her elbow limply.

Subaru was stunned to hear her admit this to him. He'd been tempted to fall in love with her back then, sure. But to hear such a tightly-laced woman confess… well, not a confession, per say. But to say that she wouldn't be opposed to him having his way with her?

"You, erm. Might want to hide that. It's good that you're ready to do what's necessary, but we still have a few minutes." Crusch said. Pointedly. 

Subaru glanced down, realizing that he had a hard-on. Track pants weren't exactly the best for hiding it, either. He hastily covered himself up with his hands, but it was too late, Crusch had already seen. 

"Sorry," Subaru muttered, his face darkening as he felt his face turn warm. For a mostly-virgin like him, just being around a pretty girl alone was enough to get him riled up. It didn't help that every sound Felt was making was still playing over the loudspeakers as well.

Crusch shrugged her shoulders, but he could tell that it was anything but nonchalant. It was a reminder of what was to come. "It's just biology. I don't think I'm that attractive, personally, so I'll just take it as sort of a complement." 

Subaru wanted to protest. Crusch was beautiful, even if she hid her body behind masculine clothing and a strong persona. It was just that in a world like this where there were so many unique-looking people, where so many of them looked like supermodels, Crusch didn't stand out more than any of them. Or maybe it was because Subaru found himself interacting with so many demi-humans and people of noble breeding. Regardless, Crusch was beautiful, even if she didn't see it for herself.

"We're running out of time," said Crusch. "Once you calm down, I'd like for you to join us in the main room to help me investigate. It's a long shot, but we could find some clues or a way to get out of here."

Crusch and Subaru both stepped into the room again. Emilia stared at them as they walked through, not saying anything. Subaru just realized how it must have looked, to have gone into another room with another girl again. He needed to clear this up, now.

But as he stepped towards Emilia, Frederica stood up, standing in front of her. "Don't you have any concern for a young maiden's feelings?" said Frederica. She said it calmly, with that familiar composure Subaru was used to, but it was as close as he'd ever seen Frederica snap at someone besides when she slapped his hand away.

"It's fine, Frederica-san. I appreciate your concern, but I can handle this myself. Let me talk to him," Emilia all but whispered, her voice scarily even.

"Emilia, it's not what it looks like," said Subaru.

"Then tell me, what does it look like?" asked Emilia. "First Elsa, then Crusch? Who will it be next, Priscilla? Did our kiss mean nothing to you?"

This… this had been the first time she'd brought up that desperate kiss they had in the Witch's Tomb since Subaru had to explain how babies were made to her. The fact that she was invoking it now just cemented how serious Emilia was.

"It meant everything to me!" Subaru insisted. "But that monster forced herself on me."

"Then why did you go back into that room? To watch Felt-chan?" Emilia asked bitterly. "And what was that with Crusch-san just now? Did you kiss her too?" 

"No!" Subaru protested. Even when he was innocent, he was guilty.

"Then… who are you going to pick for this game?" asked Emilia. "Priscilla-san? Crusch-san? Elsa? Frederica? Me?"

"I-I don't want to pick anyone," Subaru answered truthfully. "But I have to. You saw what they did to Felt."

"I know, and I wouldn't want that to happen to anyone. But regardless, you'll have to pick someone. And regardless of if we have to play this game or not, it'll matter who you pick. I just hope you remember that. Okay, Subaru?" 

"Right," Subaru said uneasily. Despite Elsa ordering him to pick Crusch, and despite Crusch's own consent, it still looked bad if he picked her. Emilia wasn't an idiot. She knew what would happen if he picked Crusch. Subaru sensed that Emilia didn't want to talk to him anymore. "I'll talk to you later, I guess. See you, Emilia-tan."

"See you, Subaru," Emilia replied, her voice devoid of any emotion at all. 

Well. That went poorly, Subaru thought to himself bitterly as he walked away. At least all the cards were out on the table. The timer was running down, and he needed to make his decision. Who would he subject to this? Who even knew what laid in front of them? Subaru wanted to change things, to make it so that Emilia never saw him kissing that vampiric bitch. But at the same time… it would a frivolous use of Return by Death. 

Satella never rewarded him for that. He couldn't save Rem from Gluttony with it. If there wasn't a direct threat to his life, he doubted that it would be the answer. It was a power to be used so that he could surpass his own weakness, to be unhindered from the threat of death to his goals. It was to be used if there was no other option. He had a much simpler option here, and it was to make things right with Emilia. 

Simple as a direct obstacle to overcome, but doing it was much harder than just thinking it. Especially since he was about to rape someone. If only he could bare all the hardships onto his meager shoulders, the temptation of that line of thinking invaded his mind. It was something that he thought he overcame back in the Witch's Tomb, but evidently, there was no way to do that here. He would be forced to inflict suffering upon someone else, in order to escape this place. He doubted that anyone could enjoy themselves in this forced enviornment.

There was the temptation to pick Elsa, Subaru thought to himself. He didn't care about her, couldn't care less if she was raped. But at the same time, he didn't want to give the impression that he was in a secret relationship with her, which would be obvious if he picked Elsa. If he picked anyone but Emilia, it was strange to say this, but it would probably make things worse between them. 

But he couldn't inflict whatever unseen cruelties there were upon her with a clear conscious.

The clock relentlessly ticked forward until there was less than a minute left. Then, less than thirty seconds. Twenty. 

"Keyholes, please line up on the wall with your backs facing the wall with the lamp lit yellow within ten seconds. Unlocker, please take a position standing in front of them. Ten… nine… eight…"

Nobody seemed eager for what came next, but hurried over to the indicated lamp, the rest of them staying the color red. It seemed as if everyone knew that the risk of disobeying the voice was too high.

"Well. Let's see who the mongrel picks," Priscilla said bitterly upon taking her place to the right of Elsa, who was at the end, and next to Crusch, who stood directly in front of Subaru. Frederica stood next to Crusch, guarding Emilia from her rival for the throne, and Subaru couldn't help but feel like this was some kind of lineup, like he was appraising them. All the girl's eyes were upon him, judging him. 

"Turn one. Assign a keyhole." The voice gave its next command as the timer ran to zero, not sparing them even a moment to breathe. Keyhole. It seemed so dehumanizing to call these girls that. Like they were objects. Subaru couldn't help but sweat even though he stood very still.

Standing here like this, Subaru was more aware of his role as the unlocker than ever before. And it was a more vivid illustration than any words could ever express. That despite how powerless he was, he was in the position to make the choice. That was his responsibility and his alone. The girls had no choice but to be taken. 

"Thirty seconds will be provided for the assignment of a keyhole. Unlocker, please choose one keyhole within the allotted time. If a keyhole is not assigned within the allotted time, the game will end."

Everyone stiffened upon hearing that. Would they be stuck here forever? Confined to some heinous torture? End up like Felt? There was no way to test it without losing one of their number, and nobody was going to support that.

The clock appeared on the screens, counting down from thirty. Felt could be heard wailing in pleasure through her gag.

"Subaru, you can choose whatever you think is right," Emilia said simply, like she'd given up. "No matter how mad I get at you, you always choose the right thing." 

Subaru wanted to express just how much he both wanted to pick her and not pick her at the same time. If there was someone he wanted to lose his first time to, it was Emilia. But not in a place like this, and not against her. 

At the same time, Crusch stared at him, her gaze unwavering, her conviction grounded and true, reminding him of their conversation. And he could feel Elsa urging him in that direction as well. 

"I have no intention of picking you, Emilia," Subaru said quietly. He was aware of how this must have looked to her. She would think that he was favoring someone else, and everyone else would think he was favoring her by rendering her immune to whatever horrors would befall the person who was picked. But this was the resolution Subaru made in his heart. 

"I told you once before. I made a promise to you that I won't ever forget. I will protect you. This I swear. I am your knight, and yours alone," Subaru declared. "I'm not going to falter here."

He'd wasted enough time already. The longer he waited, the closer the clock ticked to zero, the more danger he put everyone in. He needed to strengthen his resolve and fast, to make the decision necessary for him. He had to choose.

Subaru stared at Crusch, who stared back at him unflinchingly. "I pick Crusch Kransten."

Everyone who wasn't picked made a different expression when he made his decision. Elsa simply smiled in satisfaction. Priscilla rolled her eyes, while Frederica bit her upper lip. Emilia simply stared at him in what looked to be disappointment. Subaru wasn't sure if she was disappointed she wasn't chosen, or disappointed because he chose Crusch specifically.

"Keyhole identified. Unlocker and keyhole, please move from the main room to the designated room. If either keyhole or unlocker is not in the room within ten seconds, it is assumed that the keyhole is refusing to play the game, and will receive a game over."

It seemed like the rules were targeted towards the girls more than they were him. If either of them violated the rules, the keyhole would be punished, Subaru mused. It made sense, after all, presumably they would be more resistant to getting raped than he would be from committing the rape. 

One of the doors unlocked, and Crusch started walking towards it first, while Subaru trailed behind her hesitantly. Crusch's conviction was resolute. Subaru simply followed her lead.

Was he really going to do this? Was he going to just… rape her? The voice said a few other words, threats that the game would end if they didn't enter the designated room in time, counting down again, but they both made it inside with time to spare. Every action was counted down.

When they stepped into the room, a brown cardboard box lay in the center. The room looked like every other room. There was no bed. The lighting didn't dim. It was clinical. Anything but romantic.

"Each trial will be conducted while analyzing your physical and mental states, challenging both the keyhole and the unlocker. If keyhole or unlocker refuse to perform, the keyhole will be punished. Live video feed of the room will be broadcast to the main room. Audio will not be played. The live feed will end when the stage is cleared."

Great. They were going to be displayed like zoo animals on the monitors in the main room as well. Subaru could only hope that Emilia wouldn't be watching.

"What's a vee-deo feed?" asked Crusch.

"What happens in this room will be shown on the screens outside," Subaru said simply. "Everyone will get to watch."

Crusch's face reddened, and she stared at the ground. Subaru couldn't blame her, but he called out to her anyway.

"Look. On the walls."

Projected on the walls was a command, written in red light, in both languages, so that neither of them could misunderstand.

TERMS OF UNLOCKING:

KEYHOLE: VAGINA, MOUTH

TIMES TO EJACULATE: TWICE

LOCATION: INSIDE

METHOD: HARD

Great. Just great. He could feel everyone's eyes on him from the cameras, and he felt very self-aware at the moment. Subaru looked away, focusing on the cardboard box in the middle of the room. Crusch had already gone over to check it out, pulling out a latex rubber suit, with cutouts for the breasts and pussy. A blindfold was included, and there was also both a ball-gag and a ring-gag placed on top of the crumpled leather Crusch was carrying, along with a pair of handcuffs.

Crusch was blushing a bright red at the things she was holding in her hands. "So, these are the instruments we have to use, huh?" Crusch squeaked.

"Yeah," Subaru nodded. "I'll turn around for you to change." 

"I'd appreciate that," said Crusch. Subaru turned around, tempted by his hormonal instincts to peek, listening to the rustling of clothes, but restrained himself, knowing that he was on camera. But there wasn't any helping the way his cock pitched a tent in his track suit. He could only hope that the camera couldn't see it from this position, but then again, there were plenty of cameras on the ceiling, blinking and broadcasting everything. 

"Are you… a virgin?" Subaru asked.

"Yes…are you?" asked Crusch.

"Yeah."

"Well then, I apologize in advance. I know that you favor Emilia. And I'm sorry that your first time will have to be with me," Crusch said, but her apology was professional. Polite. Distant.

"I'm the one who ought to apologize."

"No need." Crusch said simply.

"It'll be your first time… and the screen said 'hard'."

"I know. I'm trying not to think about it." Crusch's voice trembled ever so slightly. "You can't afford not to. You can't afford to hold back on my behalf, Subaru-san."

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

Subaru listened as her skin shimmied into the suit, the zipper being pulled up, the click of a ball gag locking into her mouth, and the ticking of handcuffs locking into place. Subaru turned around, to see that Crusch with her eyes covered by the blindfold, the latex suit covering her skin, and the ball gag in her mouth. Without being able to see her eyes, Subaru found himself seeing her as more of an object than a human being.

The latex did nothing to hide her curves. Modest compared to Elsa's, but that wasn't saying much. She hid them behind concealing, masculine clothing most of the time, but now, the latex clung to her deliciously. Her nipples stood out in particular from the cutouts for her breasts. Pink and perky. As did her pussy, with an adorable tuff of green hair right above the clit. The perfect fuck-doll for him to use. 

Crusch didn't flinch at the sound of a zipper being undone, his cock already shamefully hard and aching, itching to go. She didn't resist as Subaru pushed her onto her knees, then pushed her torso forward, bending her over, holding her by her shackled arms as he lined himself up to her pussy. He could see her bare pussy and asshole through the cutout. His first time seeing a pussy, in the flesh. It was overwhelming. His heart was racing and his stomach was flip-flopping. But still, Subaru resolved himself for what he was about to do.

Its… to save everyone , Subaru tried to convince himself that was why he was doing this. To deny how much he wanted this. 

He failed.

Subaru surged his hips forward, tearing through Crusch's virginity in a single thrust. He gave her no time to adjust, no time to get used to his thick, burly cock as it burrowed through her hymen, tearing her virginity to shreds without pause. 

It was shockingly warm and tight inside of her, and he could feel a trickle of blood running down his shaft, down his balls, and dripping onto the floor. Every bump and fold inside of her felt incredible, clenching to him and stimulating him in ways he'd never imagined before. Whatever doubts, fears, anxieties, or hesitation he had was instantly blown away by the sensation. It felt good. It felt way too good.

…He could get used to this.

"God… this… this is incredible," Subaru gritted out. He hoped it was the same way for her, but he doubted it. Even with the ball-gag in, Subaru could hear Crusch scream. It was a shame that he had such an above-average, black-man sized cock despite being a Japanese teenager, because it made it all the more painful for Crusch, causing her to tighten up around him, unadjusted to his size. 

Subaru relentlessly plunged in and out of her pussy as if in a trance, every stroke landing balls-deep and hammering against the entrance of her womb, stretching her out. It felt like the room was shrinking down on him as the world became nothing more than Crusch's tight, sweet flesh. He wanted to go deeper with each thrust, the only lubrication being the blood of her hymen as he sawed back and forth, knocking her body to and fro. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. A pleasure he'd been neglected from for seventeen years. That he missed out on. And now he was finally experiencing it in such a way, with such a woman, using her like a sex sleeve. The pained squeals and mewls were still audible through the ball gag, driving him to pound her harder.

More. More. He needed more.

Subaru pulled out, only to see his shaft smeared with hymen blood, before letting go of Crusch's arms. Her face hit the ground uncerimoniously, and she slumped slightly, breathing heavily though her nose and trembling, supported by her knees and her face. Subaru allowed her to sit there for a moment, to think it was over, to let her catch her breath before pushing her over, onto her back, spreading her legs apart as he savagely thrust himself back in. 

One of Crusch's legs stuck out stiffly in the air, her foot arched and pointed as he hammered away at her, enjoying the sight of her breasts jiggling and bouncing around. 

"'A man of your caliber'... what exactly did you mean by that?" Subaru growled, right next to her ear. He gripped her breasts tightly, the supple flesh spilling out from in-between his fingers. They were soft, and her skin was smooth and warm. Touching breasts for the first time was everything he'd hoped it would be. Fucking a girl, no, raping a girl felt better than he'd ever imagined. He felt her getting wetter, and whether it was a biological reaction or her enjoying getting raped, Subaru didn't know and didn't care. All he cared about was pounding a load into this pussy.

"How does this feel? Huh? How's my caliber now?" Subaru demanded, pinching her nipples and squeezing, twisting them between his fingertips. There was no way to mistake the sound of her screaming into the ball gag. 

"I organized the White Whale hunt! I slew the Sin Archbishop of Sloth and the Great Rabbit! And now I'm raping you!" Subaru gasped. "Me! Just a typical guy! And I'm inside of the dutchess of the Kransten family! A royal candidate of the Kingdom of Lugunica!"

Subaru could feel Crusch clamp down on him, and a surge of wetness flowing from her pussy. 

"You came," Subaru accused. He stared at her face, and without being able to express anything through her eyes or her mouth, she simply looked blank. The only thing that gave away anything regarding how she felt was a faint red blush on her face as she listened to his harsh words, without being able to respond.

"You came to a guy who you didn't think was worth a shit! To a guy that just walked up to you and treated you like a cocksleeve! Where's that pride now, huh? Where's Crusch Kransten's signature kuudere composure? All I see right now is a whore that likes getting raped!"

His words were unjustified, harsh, and demeaning. He knew that, and yet he couldn't stop. If he was asked about it later, he'd probably say that he didn't mean it. That he just got lost in the moment, that he was just fulfilling the conditions. But he meant it right now. And that was what mattered to him. And Crusch had no means of defending herself, against either his verbal assault or his assault on her body. She was vulnerable, and he was taking advantage of that vulnerability. It turned him on to no end, and it was about to tip him over the edge. Even with the blindfold obscuring her facial features, he could still see the distress there, see her neck strain in discomfort.

"I'm cumming. I'm taking your virginity, and now I'm cumming inside of you!" Subaru gasped. Leaning down, he bit into one of her nipples, drove himself all the way in, and held still.

Seventeen years of pent-up virginity was washed away in an instant.

Blast after blast of cum came racing up from his balls, rushing out of his urethra and into Crusch's fertile womb. She could get pregnant from this, Subaru realized. But he didn't care. All he cared about was filling her to the brim with his cum. The thought of potentially leaving a child in her babymaker caused him to grind the head of his cock into the back of her womb, spewing out what was left in the tank. He went limp on top of her as his strength ran out, still inside of her, plugging her up with his cock. 

Her hungry pussy lips clung too tightly around his shaft to let any of it escape. As things finally came to an end, his entire body felt worn out and sore from the ordeal. Subaru could only imagine what Crusch looked like underneath that blindfold, unable to gauge any reactions from her face. With her vision cut off, she must have felt even more sensitive to all the sensations she had to endure. Besides their heavy breathing, the room was silent.

When Subaru regained his strength, he brought himself to his knees and pulled himself out, inch by inch, until his cock popped free, the head still angry and red and drooling with cum. Crusch's pussy, once a tight slit, as if cut open by a scalpel, was now stretched wide and gaping as a mixture of cum, blood, and pussy juices poured out of her, tricking down her taint and pooling on the ground. Her breasts heaved, rising and falling with each breath.

But it wasn't over yet. Subaru roughly grabbed her by the base of her ponytail, pulling her to her knees. The ball-gag came off hastily, dripping with drool. Subaru tossed it to the floor, and before she could say a word, Subaru forced the ring-gag into her mouth, leaving her jaw wide open. He rubbed his veiny shaft over her lips, a promise of what was to come, leaving a smeared layer of cum there that shone in the flourescent light, like a layer of lip-gloss. From the base to the tip, it was longer than her face, not that she could even see the bitch-breaker about to ruin her throat. Crusch remained naively innocent of just how fucking big Subaru's cock was. Hell, she would probably faint if she saw it. For an inexperienced virgin like her, it was too much. Meanwhile, Subaru could see her tits and the red handmarks he left on her pale skin by squeezing too hard, and the mixture of blood and semen still drooling from her exposed pussy.

Subaru swayed his hips, letting his hefty shaft smack her cheek, leaving a smudge of cum there and knocking her head to the side with its mass.

What ruined Subaru was that when a wet substance is applied to someone's lips, their first instinct was to lick it off. Crusch did just that, licking up Subaru's cum, and all of Subaru's self control went out the window.

"Take a deep breath," Subaru managed to whisper. That was all the warning he gave her before he plunged his dirty cock down her mouth and began thrusting in and out. The ring gag was barely wide enough to fit his shaft, and stretched her mouth open to capacity. Every time her tongue brushed against his shaft was heaven. Every time she gagged and sputtered when he hit the back of her throat sent wonderful vibrations down his shaft. Subaru would die over and over again to experience this level of pleasure. 

"Glrk glrk glrk." The submissive sounds she made were music to his ears.

But it wasn't enough. Not even half his cock was buried in her mouth by the time he hit the back of her throat. He pushed against that fleshy barrier in the back of her mouth, and Crusch resisted. But considering their relative positions, Subaru managed to overpower her easily, his hands squeezing down on her skull, his cock pushing into her throat. 

Crusch shook and spasmed as his girthy length went down her trachea, reaching spots that weren't intended to be reached. It was pure dopamine. Raping her throat was even better than fucking her pussy. Subaru could even see that his his cock was bending down her neck, bulging it out. When he pulled back, the bulge shrank. It was incredible. Crusch couldn't breathe like this, and her throat desperately produced a flood of saliva to cope, swallowing desperately. Her drool seeped through the ring gag and trickled down her chin. 

He could kill her like this, Subaru realized. He could suffocate her with his cock. In three minutes, she would be brain dead. Her tongue wriggled against his shaft, and that thought went out the window as he continued to pound her throat, never pulling out far enough for her to breathe. He found himself almost squatting on top of Crusch's face, her head tilted back and allowing his cock to plunge in and out of her throat with ease, his cock curving down her neck. His hands wrapped around her neck for leverage and squeezed, tightening that wet, hot tunnel of her throat from the outsight. It wasn't like she could breathe regardless.

Her throat fluttered and her mouth began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out and her tongue going wild. Her lips extended over the ring gag and clamped onto Subaru's shaft, gliding over it with each stroke. Crusch must have realized that the only way she could get to breathe was if Subaru came down her throat. Getting him off and her own survival were one and the same now.

Her efforts paid off when she let out a desperate little whine for air that set him over the edge. Subaru pulled her into his torso, bent over as he struggled to get just an inch deeper into her throat. Her nose was pressed into his tracksuit, his cock bulging and straining against her throat as he shot rope after rope of jizz into her waiting stomach. The sheer tightness of it was unbearable.

"Swallow. Oh God, please," Subaru pleaded. Reluctantly, Crusch did, drawing out every last bit of essence Subaru had left in the tank. When the last shot had finally settled into the bottom of her stomach, Subaru pulled out, his cock covered in saliva, and so sensitive it was almost painful. 

When he finally cleared her mouth, Crusch immediately set off, gasping and heaving, sucking in a deep breath through the ring gag, before coughing and hacking out whatever was left in her throat. Subaru grabbed her chin and peered into her mouth, noting that not a single drop of cum was left. It had been far too easy to dehumanize her with that blindfold on, concealing her humanity. He didn't know if he could have been as rough as he was if she was able to speak, able to see.

Her mouth was far too empty for his liking. Subaru placed the head of his cock, now slick with saliva, onto her tongue, squeezing himself from tip to base. He managed to land a single strand of cum onto her tongue, giving Crusch a nice taste considering that she hadn't had the chance earlier, having pumped it all directly into her stomach.

"Well?" Subaru demanded, the question hanging in the air. "Was that good enough? Did we pass this twisted trial?"

As if responding, the red lettering turned green, and a pleasant chime played over the loudspeaker. 

"Level clear." Subaru sighed in relief, before undoing the ring gag, letting it drop to the floor, dripping with saliva. Immediately, Crusch closed her mouth, smacking her lips, tasting the cum in her mouth and spitting it onto the ground. Subaru stared at it for a second after it landed, splattering on the floor, before undoing her handcuffs. 

Crusch fell onto all fours, then immediately pulled the blindfold off her head. Her eyes were bulging, her expression strained. There was wateriness and redness around her eyes, indicating that she was crying under the blindfold. Her eyes were bloodshot, the veins in the whites of her eyes enlargened from oxygen deprivation. It was shocking to see her eyes again, reminding Subaru that he just raped a human being.

"Are you okay?" asked Subaru. It looked like it had taken an obvious toll on her body, and her mind, if the distress still in her face had anything to say about it.

"I-I thought I was going to suffocate," Crusch stammered. "I saw these flashes of light… I'm… I'm okay, though." Subaru offered her a hand, but Crusch managed to pull herself to her feet on her own, her knees shaking, rejecting his offer for help, instead placing her arm over her breasts, blocking her nipples from view but not much else.

It seemed ridiculous to Subaru, he knew her body better than any other man in the world could claim to, considering that she was a virgin. Then he realized it was more about preserving what was left of her dignity.

She pulled her pussy lips apart gently, wincing slightly at the action and watching as a steady stream of cum continued to be pulled out of her by gravity. Subaru wondered if she was thinking about the dangers of unprotected sex, the possibility of pregnancy. 

Subaru let his extended hand fall to his side, and could only imagine what the others were thinking now, having watched this. Did they think of him as a beast? Did they see the monster inside of him?

No, he wasn't a monster. Just a hormonal, teenage boy. He was normal, Subaru tried to convince himself. But there was nothing normal about how much he'd enjoyed himself, or how powerful he'd felt in the moment, having another person's life in his hands. Having the right to choose. Power. Options. They were all things he was consistently lacking, but having it… was intoxicating. 

He should have been disgusted with himself. There should have been more mental reservation, but there wasn't. He'd acted monsterously, and tried to justify it to himself after the fact by thinking that it was just because of this environment. That didn't explain why he caught himself staring at Felt less than an hour ago, so exposed, wishing he could get past that damningly thick glass wall, to take the place of those dildos fucking her relentlessly.

"Do you mind?" Crusch asked. Subaru noticed that he was staring, and quickly looked away. His cock had begun to stiffen up again, and he tucked it back into his track pants before it grew into a raging erection.

Another door in the room opened, revealing a bathroom. Crusch staggered over to it. She bent over to pick up her clothes, which had been folded into a neat pile when she disrobed, once again giving Subaru a good look at her creampied pussy, before limping and drooling cum all over the floor as she slowly made her way to it on her own. 

Subaru at least had the decency to respect her privacy, and to sit outside while he waited, listening as the shower turned on.

The live feed was over now, right? And the bathroom door was open. He could peek inside if he wanted to. See the suds running down Crusch's bare skin. Watch her dig his cum out of her pussy and flush it down the drain. He could even go in there and go for round three, if he tried to overpower her. He could only imagine how good it would feel, to push himself back into that sore, already-creampied pussy as hot water fell on top of them. To pin her hands down to the tiled floor.

Or to wait until she bent over to wash her legs, before grabbing her by the hips and pushing into her puckered, pink asshole, fucking her from behind. He could only imagine what her screams would sound like without the gag in her mouth. Would she enjoy it, and lose herself to the pleasure? Or would she curse his name, call him a bastard? The possibilities were so enticing.

No, Subaru shook his head. No. Just no.

He was only doing this because of the game. Sure, there was a dark, perverse side of him born in the loneliness of a darkened bedroom, back in Japan. He could even admit that he allowed it to be unleashed in this environment. But he didn't want that to be him. He didn't want to be the monster, no matter how tempting it was or how good it felt.

Crusch walked out of the shower dressed, her skin flushed from the heat and her hair still wet and shimmering. "Sorry about how rough that was," Subaru muttered half-heartedly. "I... I probably said some things that I shouldn't have."

"Don't mention it. You were just doing your job. I know you didn't mean what you said. There's no room for mercy here, it seems," Crusch coughed into her fist, looking embarrassed. "Besides, I got swept up in the moment as well."

What did she mean by that? Subaru wondered. "Feel free to use the shower now," Crusch offered. 

"Yeah, I'll do that," Subaru stood up, walking past her and into the shower room. Under the rushing water, his thoughts became more contemplative, eating away at him. His sins felt like they clung to his skin and refused to wash away no matter how much he scrubbed. He wondered what Emilia had thought seeing what he did, and hoped that she realized just what kind of hardship he was sparing her from. She was not mentally ready for this kind of thing. It would break her. 

Subaru wasn't ready to rejoin everyone else, not after they'd witnessed what he'd done, judged him for it. He wanted to tell them that it was only because he had to, but it seemed useless to even try. Trying to salvage his relationships with them felt pointless. It was with this sense of dread that grew steadily as Subaru dressed himself that was on the forefront of his mind as he stepped back out into the main room. 

The monitors were counting down again, this time from two hours. That was probably when the next stage would be conducted. The unlocking room's door closed behind him and locked, preventing anyone from using the shower besides the unlocker and the keyhole. Furthermore, the door that led back to the room where they had all met up together was locked now, sealing away Felt from the rest of them, permanently. They were stuck in the main room together until the next stage started.

When he arrived, nobody was looking at him, besides Elsa, who gave him a creepy smile, sending shivers down his spine. No, it was more like everyone else was ignoring him intentionally.

Fine by him. It was too heavy to talk about what just transpired. It gave him time to investigate the room further.

There was a large glass window, and shown through it looked to be a fancy hotel room. A large, comfortable-looking western-style bed, a chandelier, and a table lined with silverware. What was the point of letting them see this? Just a reminder of how poor their circumstances were? There was a door next to the room that led inside, but it was locked, and Subaru didn't fancy testing out Invisible Providence again for some minor luxuries. 

There was another glass window, one that displayed five doors, one in front of the other, leading to the main room. The one in the back was unlocked. Next to the window was a placard labeled "Freedom". Subaru imagined that each stage cleared would allow another door to open until they were finally freed.

"Look," said Crusch, pointing to a bucket on the ground Subaru hadn't noticed before. He went over to pick it up, but it was like it was welded into the floor. Written onto it in crude handwriting was simply the word, 'bathroom'. "We can't move it, and we can't leave this room, so presumably, the only way to use the bathroom is to do it here, in this. There's no ventilation either. Whoever designed this place looks like they wanted to strip us of all of our humanity and dignity."

"What about water and food?" Subaru asked. Crusch pointed to a dog bowl that was placed underneath a tap. It was labeled 'water', and next to it was another bowl, labeled 'food', with what looked like wet dog food inside of it. Who knows how long it had been sitting there.

"I couldn't pick up either of those bowls either. We'd have to use our hands, or eat and drink from it directly." said Crusch. "This is absolutely demeaning. They're treating us lower than prisoners or slaves. We're like dogs."

"This is demeaning," Subaru agreed. More for them than for him. He either had no pride to speak of in the first place. That, or a toxic amount of it, and he wasn't the one who'd nearly suffocated on a cock so thick that Elsa could barely wrap her hand around it. They were being forced to take cock.

He was only forced to give it.

"How are you holding up?" Subaru asked. He could see his hand prints in Crusch's neck where he squeezed down, once red but now it was a dark bruise, a reminder of how rough he'd been when pounding her face.

"I'm sore and worn out, but I'll manage," Crusch said, attempting to smile, but it looked forced and unnatural on her face. "If you don't patch things up with Emilia, my body is still free for you to use."

Subaru was honestly shocked that she was even willing to talk to him, let alone volunteering herself. It was out of pragmatism, sure, but he was certain that he'd ruined whatever mutual trust or friendship had been between them when he took out his hormones on her pussy, her throat, and those huge breasts she hid behind men's formalwear. 

"Don't you hate me?" asked Subaru. Crusch shook her head.

"No. You're just the instrument. It's this game that's wearing down on us, making us do things that we would otherwise never do." It was a blunt, straightforward, and logical reasoning, but people weren't logical, especially not in circumstances like these. Crusch was simply another realm of level-headed. Even in captivity, even in humiliation, she still stood strong, her dignity intact.

There was still plenty of time on the clock, and Subaru sat down in the corner so he could get some rest, as close to Emilia as he could without Frederica shooting him a dirty look, which was on the same wall, and opposite to Elsa, so he could keep an eye on her for any funny business. It was awkward, both of them acting like the other one wasn't in the room, like they weren't stuck here together. Subaru didn't even know what to say to her. She hadn't said a word since he raped Crusch. He wanted to go over there to talk to her, but when he glanced over, Emilia looked painfully sad. The last time he'd seen her like that was after his fight with Julius.

Why? Emilia should have known that he did it to protect her! That it was for her own good. He didn't do it for his own selfish ego this time. What did she want him to do? If there was something he could do, he would do it, but now, she was even refusing to look at him. 

Still, there was over an hour and a half left before the next trial. Time for him to regain his strength, and muster up some force of will. Still, he was already exhausted by the ramped-up emotions of today's events, and he found himself nodding off with nothing to stimulate him. 

It was bright and uncomfortable on the hard white floor, but somehow, Subaru managed to fall into a fitful slumber. When he woke up, his head rested on something a lot softer than the floor, and his eyes were covered by what felt like a girl's hands, shielding his eyes from the light. 

Feeling his eyelashes fluttering, Emilia lifted her hands off of Subaru. She was kneeling, sitting on her legs and from this familiar angle, looking up at her breasts and her face, he realized that he was resting on her lap, his head pressed against those soft, squishy thighs. 

"Why…" Subaru's voice came out groggily. "I thought you hated me…"

"I could never hate you, Subaru," Emilia shook her head. "I was sooooo angry to see you kissing Elsa. And my heart felt like it was getting stepped on when I saw you doing that with Crusch-san. But I couldn't just let you sleep on the floor. It's not comfortable, I know."

"Yeah. This is a lot softer than the ground," said Subaru. He closed his eyes peacefully. "When we get out of here, I want to toss my pillow out and move you into my bedroom so I can sleep on your thighs every night for the rest of my life."

"Don't say such silly things!" Emilia looked embarrassed for a moment, before her face turned somber again. "I can see why you didn't want to pick me," Emilia said. "But more than anything, I also wanted you to pick me. I know that's really weird. But it's what I want. I want to share your burdens with you."

"Do you even understand what you're asking me to do?" Subaru's face wrinkled with discomfort. "I don't want to hurt you. I can't do this to you. I swore to protect you."

"And I don't want to put all of this on you and Crusch-san. I trust you to do your part. Can you do the same for me?"

Emilia's gaze, her face so close to his, wasn't something he could look away from. "You want me to do those things that I did to Crusch to you?" asked Subaru.

"I do," Emilia whispered. "I reeeeally do."

"Even if I hurt you?" asked Subaru. Emilia nodded, her face blushing red.

"Yes please." Emilia squeaked. 

She was so submissive. That was why she let people treat her the way they did. That's why she had such low self-esteem, why she was such a people-pleaser. How hadn't he seen that before? She wanted this treatment. Seeing Crusch where she wanted to be must have set her off.

"You would let me do anything to you?"

"I-If it's you, I can do anything. After all, you love me, right, Subaru?" asked Emilia.

"I do," Subaru softly affirmed.

"Then will you pick me?"

Subaru closed his eyes, breathing deeply to center himself, and prepare for what came ahead.

"Yes."

There was less than ten minutes until the next game. The clock that had at once seemed to move too quickly, now moved with an aching slowness. As long as he stayed here with Emilia, everything was alright. Elsa wouldn't make any requests of him unless they were in private, it seemed, and while Frederica still watched him with a warry eye, it he knew it was out of concern for Emilia and her well-being.

"Ten, nine, eight…" The clock counted down as they once again assumed their positions with Subaru facing each of them.

"I pick Emilia," Subaru said confidently.

Emilia stepped forward nervously, and Subaru took her hand, all but dragging her into the room as the voice counted down yet again, not caring about everyone's surprised reactions. He tore open the box in the center of the room, hardly able to restrain himself. The room had been cleaned and the key was replaced by something else.

Thin leather straps connected by circular pieces of metal awaited them. More bondage gear. Glancing up, Subaru read the conditions of release.

TERMS OF UNLOCKING:

KEYHOLE: VAGINA, ANUS

TIMES TO EJACULATE: TWICE

LOCATION: INSIDE

METHOD: HARD

Putting the leather straps onto Emilia's body was complicated, partially because he'd never done this before, and partially because she was still wearing her clothes. The petticoat tails in the back were connected to the wide sleeves that were shaped almost like a flag, and it came off easily, leaving Emilia's arms bare and allowing Subaru to tie her arms behind her back. This time there was a table in the room as well, that Emilia shimmied onto, taking off her thigh-high white boots, which allowed Subaru to tie her calves to her thighs, forcing her to squat, essentially. In this position, she looked like a frog.

Having taken off her panties earlier, Subaru was finally able to gaze upon her exposed pussy as he lifted her skirt up. Her skin was just as pale as her hair, and her slit certainly looked tighter than anything. Spreading it apart with his fingers, Subaru brought his face in, examining the pretty pink color of Emilia's insides. 

"C-can you not look so intensely?" Emilia stammered. Of course. This was her first time, after all. 

"You know I can't do that, I can't help myself around you when you look this delicious, Emilia-tan. Besides, you look so beautiful this way." 

"Thanks, I guess?" Emilia didn't sound very sure of herself. A look wasn't good enough. He took a sniff as well, and it was clean and smelled a bit like sweat, but that was all. Emilia squirmed in discomfort as Subaru examined her pussy, every sniff sounding louder than it was due to how silent the room was. He dragged his tongue over the slit, getting himself a taste as well. Emilia bucked her hips cutely in desperation. Whether it was from discomfort, or from excitement, Subaru didn't know. 

"It's dirty down there," Emilia whined, embarassed. "I didn't get a chance to shower."

"I don't care," Subaru replied. "It tastes all the better for it."

He wanted to hurt her, and at the same time, he wanted to drown her in pleasure. But he had to wait, had to prepare her. This had to be perfect. 

Did Emilia want to be raped? Subaru stood up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and gazing upon Emilia's face closely, the question lingering in the forefront of his mind. She was blushing up a storm at the attention on her body. Her breasts were bound on top and bottom by leather straps, causing them to jut out and strain against her clothing. He pulled down her dress, causing her tits to pop out of the cutout. Emilia let out a squeak. Every noise she made turned him on even more.

Subaru was going to make this an experience she wouldn't forget.

His mouth latched onto a pink nipple, swirling around it with his tongue and coating it in saliva. At the same time, two of his fingers shot towards her pussy, digging deep inside, his thumb rubbing her clit and brushing over the smattering of silver pubic hair there, stroking the hairs this way and that. 

"Ah! You're sucking like a baby, Subaru," Emilia gasped. Subaru's response was to suck harder, pulling his head back at the same time and stretching out Emilia's breast as his fingers worked in and out of her cunt. It was wet, and getting wetter by the second. 

Emilia could do nothing but squirm and let out desperate gasps and moans as Subaru assaulted her body. He wanted her ready for what came next. At the same time, he wanted to inflict a suffering onto this girl, the girl of his heart, to teach her what he'd tried to protect her from, and to let her know what the consequences of rejecting that were. He wanted to abuse her, to control her, to be the sole master of her body.

He switched to the other nipple, bitting down on it as his hand replaced the one that was sucking on it, rolling the soft, fleshy orb in his hand. His fingers sped up, and Emilia's pussy clenched onto the digits in turn. His hand was soaked by her juices, and judging by her rhythmic panting, Emilia was getting close.

Subaru pinched her clit, and at the same time, his index finger and thumb curled around her nipple and twisted hard, as far as her breasts would go. Emilia squealed, arching her back and throwing her head back as she came. Subaru held still as Emilia shuddered and shook, pressing her pussy into his hand, before the energy left her and she flopped back down onto the table.

"Was that the first time you've ever come?" Subaru asked darkly. When she failed to respond, Subaru grabbed her by the neck, not tightly, but firmly, forcing her to look at him.

"...Yes," Emilia replied shyly. As if she didn't know yet whether or not she liked the feeling of cumming, so foreign to her. "I didn't know my body could feel this way."

Subaru didn't give her any more time to rest, bringing his face down to her pussy. Grabbing onto her thighs, he dove his face in, eating her out. She still needed to be prepared. Maybe he was just buying time. But he swore to himself would inflict pleasures and pains that would sear into her mind forever.

He dove his tongue into her cunt, tasting the wetness she'd let out. At the same time, he rubbed her clit, and pressed his fingers, already soaked in her juices, against her pink and puckered asshole. Against some resistance, his fingers slipped in, first to the first knuckle, then, to the second, until they were all the way inside her anal tunnel. He worked his fingers and his tongue in sync, his vision filled by the sight of her silver pubic hair and pale, unblemished skin.

It wasn't until she came yet again that Subaru finally pulled out his aching cock. Emilia looked like she was already out of it in sorts, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and crying from pleasure, a lusty haze in her expression. But when he slapped the head of his cock down on her entrance, the impact shook her out of her stupor. "I'm about to do it, Emilia," Subaru said calmly. "I'm about to properly rape you. Once I start, I won't be able to stop. From here on out, there are no breaks. Understood?"

Emilia hesitated, then nodded firmly. "Yes."

"And one other thing," Subaru said eagerly. "Call me daddy from now on."

"Yes…Daddy?" Emilia responded, unsure of herself.

"Tell me… tell me you want me to rape you."

"...Please, rape me Daddy." Emilia said hesitantly. Hearing Emilia say that drove Subaru's sanity out the window, and he shoved himself in. He felt a momentary resistance when he hit her hymen but that quickly went away as he tore through that as well. He was sawing in and out of her instantly.

"Oh, my god! Daddy! You're so big! So big and deep inside of me!" Emilia screamed. Subaru captured her lips in a kiss, invading her mouth as he plunged into her, giving her no time to adjust to having a cock inside for the first time. 

Her insides were hot and tight, but looser and far slicker than Crusch had been, having lacked any foreplay. It was so much easier to slide in and out of her. Even so, Emilia's wet tunnel molded to his shaft eagerly, as if welcoming a new friend. Subaru watched her breasts dance before his eyes. She was jelly underneath him, pliant and soft, wrapped around his cock, squeezing down and forcing him to drag himself out from her cunt lips with each thrust.

He could smell something metallic in the air, a smell he was familiar with. Blood. Just another reminder that he was taking her virginity in a place like this. They were rutting like animals that were being studied for research, and the thought of someone watching this drove Subaru insane. 

He broke the kiss and stood upright, grabbing onto her breasts as handholds and roughly squeezing, the flesh molding to his fingers. His thumbs went on top, rubbing her nipples back and forth, and Emilia clamped down on him harder for it. That was when Subaru sped up his thrusts and pinched down on them again.

It turned out that Emilia was ever the masochist. Little innocent Emilia-tan got off on pain and getting abused. "My nipples! Daddy, my nipples! It hurts!" Emilia gasped.

"So why are you tightening up? Do I need to punish these perverted nipples of yours until you learn some respect?" Subaru roared. "Do you like pain? Tell me you like pain!"

"I-I like pain, Daddy! I like pain! I'm a pain slut!" Emilia panted.

"Who taught you that word? Huh? Who taught my innocent Emilia-tan such naughty language? TELL ME!"

Emilia made bloodcurdling screams that echoed off the walls as Subaru tortured her nipples, twisting them this way and that. "Don't you DARE ever question my orders again, is that understood, Emilia-tan?" Subaru demanded.

"Yes!" Emilia cried out. 

"And what will you do if I decide to pick someone else next time? Will you watch from outside and wish it was you?" Subaru asked eagerly, picking up the pace. He was plunging down into her with every thrust, his balls slapping against her asshole.

"Yes!" Emilia yelled out. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. She went from being hardly able to breathe under the intense pounding to hyperventilating, racing back and forth between those two options, like her heart was about to explode in her chest. "Yesh Daddy!"

"Did you watch me with Crusch? Huh? Or did you cover your eyes and peak between your fingers?" Subaru questioned mercilessly. When Emilia didn't respond, Subaru pulled out his shaft, revealing its veiny glory, covered in girljuices and blood, stretching her pussy wide as her lips clung to it. Emilia tried to buck her hips to get him back inside, but immobile as she was, she couldn't. He already knew the answer, but he wanted her to say it.

"Answer me."

"I watched! I tried not to, but I watched! I wanted it to be meeeeee!" Emilia cried out. She alternated between holding his darkened gaze and rolling her eyes into the back of her skull, making an O-face, her eyes clouded with lust. "I waaaatched! I touched myself when I thought nobody was looking! And I was soooo jealous! And soooo angry! Because I wanted it to be meeeeee!"

She wasn't just a masochist, she was a cuckquean as well. Both he and Emilia had properly lost their minds to the pleasure. Subaru continued his assault on her pussy. He wanted to hold on, wanted to savor it, but his balls were fit to burst. Here he was, buried inside of the girl of his dreams, and he wanted it to last forever.

"You are my property," Subaru grunted. "You're just a convenient hole for me to use now. I thought you were different than the rest, but you'll love a guy even if he rapes another woman while you watch! All of you are my fuckholes! So if I want to fuck Crusch, or Priscilla, or Frederica, all you get to do is sit back and watch. You're the girl I'll fuck while they're the girls I'll kiss. Is that understood?"

"Yeeeeesh!" Emilia cried out, cumming her brains out. Her body strained against the ropes. "I'll be a good girl and watch Daddy!"

Hearing her call him that was the straw that broke the camel's back. His hands lifted off her breasts, instead squeezing down around her neck, choking her.

Subaru drove his cock in one last time, pressing his lips against Emilia's. She wasn't allowed to breathe, not until he finished filling her up inside. Subaru's clothed chest pressed against Emilia's bare breasts and he blasted a load of cum into her unprotected half-elven pussy.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned to the side, and dragged his tongue over her pointed ear, feeling her body tremble against his as her womb sloshed around with his semen. His hands relaxed from around her neck, and Emilia coughed and hacked for air. Still, her face was filled with nothing but bliss. She looked so much better this way, than to be concerned about anything at all.

Subaru drew his cock out slowly, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft the entire time. When it was finally freed, his load dribbled out, tinged red with blood. Without giving her time to rest, Subaru pulled Emilia off the table, causing her to fall to the ground, her back hitting the floor first. 

"Ouch! That hurt! That wasn't very nice, Subaru!" Emilia yelped.

"Shut up," Subaru said harshly, pushing the blunt head of his far-too-thick cock against her puckered backdoor and folding her ass over her torso. "I still have one more hole to fill. You ready?"

The head was already over halfway in, spreading her rosebud.

"Yes Daddy," Emilia whimpered.