If Serval wants to join the Astral Express, she's going to need to pass a test and earn the approval of her crewmates. She's on the final day of the test now; she just has to get through one more day of being the train's all-hours free use pleasure toy
I Can't Sleep 'Cause My Bed's On Fire
Caelus's thrusts were in such a groove that Serval was certain he'd already been fucking her for some time when she woke up. Her body lit up with an electrifying heat, a swell of jostled frustration as for yet another day, she was pushed into the waking world by cock. Caelus's use of Serval's body didn't much care where she was or what she was doing, something she'd had to grow used to in trying to navigate life on the Astral Express. Every morning, she had Caelus in her pussy, like his morning wood was so pressing and so urgent a problem that the only way he could deal with it was to rush over and fuck Serval in her sleep.
"Good morning," sighed Serval with a flat sigh.
"Morning," Caelus said. He wasn't subtle about his deep strokes into her tight pussy, working with vigorous and intense heat to keep going all out on, the pleasure keeping him wanting more, delving into the lust without hesitation, a chaos keeping him pushing on hard, the thrill and the throb of deeper indulgence. It stunned Serval how insistent he was so early in the morning, his efforts pushing against her harder, the throbbing excitement to keep delving into, the burning heat all getting away from sense now. He was out to use her thoroughly, a pace storming over her with deep strokes and a hungry delight, keeping up this pace with unstoppable delight, building up hotter without sense.
The bed creaked a little, her body rocked along under every wild thrust, a crushing bliss making her feel the dizzier heat all wear at her focus pushing her along harder, demanding more from her with an unreasonable insistence she felt powerless to handle, confused and ashamed but ready to keep up with these wild pleasures. His cock was so much to take this early in the morning; Serval thought she'd be used to it by now, but her rested body received the thick penetration with a lot of extra pressure and heat wearing down at her thoughts, making her feel all the more frustrated and overwhelmed by what bore down upon her. She still had no answer for what he did to her.
She took it all in stride, accepting his thrusts and the ways he pushed her to feel the fullest extent of all his attention, an at-once burn of pure insanity keeping her in a frustrated, stuck wreck. Serval did what she could to process all of it, melting under his touch harder and finding that she was set on her path already, having to do whatever she could to stabilize and control herself. When he came inside her, she felt her own body light up, the throb of an orgasm jolting her body into full alertness and awakeness at last. She took every drop of his seed, accepting the start to her day that she knew was going to be a lot like the whole rest of her day.
She had to go and do this all over again to someone else, now.
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Joining up with the rest of the Astral Express crew took steep twists that weren't in the least bit what Serval was ready to face. They welcomed her aboard, but Himeko and Welt had a test in mind for her to prove her worth. She was just looking for a chance to travel across the stars and see the vastness of the universe, of worlds beyond her own. She didn't think she was going to have to do anything of particular note or concern. She expected a test based on trust or on proving she could do some sort of upkeep duty to help chip in around the train. A reasonable idea.
Then came the words 'free use'.
They confiscated her clothes and left her to lounge around the train at all hours, body available for everyone to keep using. The first few nights, she didn't have a room yet, so she was out on the couches with total access, but even now that she had her own room, the other passengers came and went eagerly. She had no boundaries and no personal space to herself. It was all so much to have to deal with, and she felt trapped in the shuddering embarrassment of being stripped bare and forced to put out all over the train, left to wonder about all the nasty surprises that had a funny knack of coming back around on her.
Today was her last day of this test. Seven days of free use that she wasn't proud to admit she faced with utter compliance, a sort-of confident approach to all the weird and wild ideas she needed to meet for the sake of making this work out. It wasn't her at her most dignified, but it was something Serval could at least be glad she got through, all in service of getting to be a full time crew member of the Astral Express. It was 'touring' on a new level.
She couldn't even make it down the hall properly before she was swept by a new surprise; March 7th pounced onto Serval. "You should lie down right now," she said, coming up from behind with a big hug that let he cop a feel on Serval's breasts. The burning chest envy March 7th had proved utterly inescapable for Serval, but as she was dragged down to the floor, she found it impossible to do much but just let it happen, pulled down into position and forced to deal with March 7th upon her with only one goal in mind.
The shove of pussy against her lips registered for Serval immediately as a need to do something about this. It wasn't something she had any choice of, and she knew it; Serval was ready to give herself to the stranger frustration of all these feelings, a fierce pressure she knew she needed to perform to and needed to succeed with. Everything hit her so hard, and she understood the weight of these feelings as something she had only one answer to. She had to appreciate that. Had to submit to all of it and give her best effort to this mess, embracing the pleasure and frustration getting to her hard and making her head spin. Her tongue forward, panicked and ready, giving up to the strangeness of having to devour March 7th's pussy and make her feel all the pleasure she demanded.
March gripped tightly onto Serval, her head rolling back and her moans bright while she bucked atop her face. Greedy motions up and down on her face carried March 7th forward, demanding everything she could get from Serval. "This is the best way to start my day," she gasped, keeping up a pace as driven as intense as she could muster. It was all getting to her, the whims of control or restraint melting away in to a hotter burst of greedy aggression, of satisfaction she was able to make the most of. Pure, unrelenting desire carried her to let loose, to have her fun so early in the morning and enjoy the throbbing need aching through her.
Clumsy licks were all Serval felt capable of, given the angle of pressure coming down upon her, the weight of sheer desire and lust making her feel hotter and more confused under the wicked attention that this demanded from her. She was in a weird place trying to handle all of it, juggling these wild feelings and seeking to do something even halfway sensible with all of it. She knew she was in a weird position trying to manage all of it, the burning pleasures all getting to her. March was happy to ride out her control atop Serval, to put her to good use in tending to her morning needs, even though having access to pussy eating so early was absolutely dialing up her libido.
Tending to her duty to the best of her ability was the only option now for Serval, her head spinning trough the chaos and the fraying confusion of what she had to give in to, surrendering fully to the pleasure and weirdness of every aching need surging across her. She gave in to all of it, and for her
trouble, she didn't get to cum like when Caelus's dick woke her up. She got only to bask in the frustration of beholding March's collapse atop her, the moaning, bucking, whining thrills that consumed her fully, something that left Serval to feel the simmer of frustration at how selfish she could get and how much time Serval got to spend tending to others' needs with no care for her own.
"I'll see you later!" chirped March 7th, getting up from Several's face, adjusting her clothes after her big pounce. "You're so good at this. I'll definitely be back for more."
Serval lay on the ground a moment longer, knowing she had other things to do and take care of, but simply left a drained mess lying in the frustration and the emptiness of waiting for the right time to move on to everything else awaiting her. She was left to lie and wonder how it had all come to this, and what she was supposed to take away from how well the members of the Astral Express crew had received her 'test'. What was she doing? What was she working toward? She didn't know where all of this was going, but she did know that with each day passing her by, this was becoming more and more 'normal', and that scared her.
She had an 'appointment', though, and she couldn't spend any more time not getting to it. She had a duty this morning.
Stepping into Welt's room, Serval found him still asleep lying on his bed with his blankets halfway kicked off, revealing what a surprisingly fitful sleeper he was. He'd tasked her to come tend to his morning wood, and she was here to collect on that, staring at the swell of his erection against his underwear. She had to deal with this for him. It was a moment of taking initiative, of having to put effort into tending to what was being asked of her, which only served to make her feel even more strained and frustrated under the weirdness of what was being asked of her.
Reaching forward, she accepted what she had to do, meeting his demands and getting his underwear out of the way, his hardened cock swinging upward and standing high, standing proud. Prouder than she felt while crawling forward and getting into place in front of him, giving Welt what he wanted even while he slept. It was her turn to be in service, but unlike Caelus ramming his dick into her while she slept, Serval was doing this only for Welt's satisfaction, something that felt so deeply uneven in the throes of what she was up to and how insanely it built up within her, pulsating hotter across her body, there was nothing but pure insanity to be found in giving in like this.
She took his cock into her hands, closed her eyes, and sank into the unreal insanity of blowing him while he slept. For his enjoyment.
Her tongue took long licks across his shaft in acceptance of her role and the expectations therein. Her mouth was ready to obey, giving up to him what eh wanted with slick, slithering attention. She wanted it so badly, needing to feel out the pleasures demanded of her even with him too sleepy to feel it. Her hands pumped along his base and her tongue worked with the ample room her grip left her, affording her long licks all across his shaft in deeper appreciation of this situation and all of the lusts that came with it. She dove in steadily, giving him what she knew he wanted, what he'd asked her to wake him up with.
Once she had his cock nice and set, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked him down, moaning around his shaft in steady acceptance of his terms. She looked up at him, wondering if he was going to be woken up by this, shivering through the very peculiar embarrassment built on having to give in to all these crazy feelings and try to sate his appetite. It was the strangest and hottest of desires, a lust getting the better of her all too quickly, making her head spin and making her need to do
something, anything, to make get him off. Up and down her head bobbed in deep acceptance of what he wanted from her, the steady sucking action of a girl ready to lose her mind to all these feelings, needy and confused. She submitted in full. She had to.
All of her sucking and stroking worked Welt up slowly. He didn't rush out of his slumber, groaning in deep satisfaction and welcoming the steady escalation of the pleasure he wanted. "Good morning to me," he grumbled, reaching forward to grab her hair and pull her down deeper, forcing Serval's throat to accept his cock and making her shudder in panicked, choking worry around his cock. "You came. Just like I expected. Now, I should probably do the same." Serval rolled her eyes at his sleepy remark, but she kept on sucking, giving him precisely what he wanted and falling into his trap. This was all so normal to her now, something she accepted she had to embrace and give in to while falling harder apart under the weird weight of giving him everything.
Staring up at Welt while he lay lazily back to let her work at his cock and wake him up, she felt like she was the only one in this room rooted in this world. He was too busy lazily receiving all the attention she could offer him, leaving her to scramble and work for his satisfaction. She felt trapped in all of this, lost to the feeling of having to give in, submission burning hotter across her while she did everything in her power to make him cum. Expectation held her, made her melt into the shivering passion of giving in so completely.
With a content groan and a buck upward of his hips, Welt let loose his load into her mouth. A heavy groan and a throbbing, shivering satisfaction held him tight, the pleasure keeping him in a good place. Serval gave in to all of it, trying her best to manage these feelings while his cock throbbed in her mouth, firing off hot shots of gooey seed she did what she could to manage. Swallowing was her only choice given everything, and she chugged it down, shivering in hotter embarrassment before drawing back from his dick, her eyes narrow and her body aching with the frustration of all she had done. She got it done, though, and she did her best to try and manage the utter weirdness making her feel these shames and these frustrations.
"It's done," she said, pulling back from his cock, a bit of a curt attitude underpinning all the frustrations inside of her, the bubbling heat and burning worry of what she had given herself to so completely. It was a situation that Serval had to do her best to manage, and she was in a place of having to manage these weird ideas. "That's our last morning appointment."
"For now," said Welt. Serval rolled her eyes and pulled up off of the bed, throwing her hands in the air and accepting that she didn't have a good answer to that.
"For ever," she said. She stood by the idea that this final day was it; she wasn't going to keep jumping through hoops to offer sexual favours to the crew. She had dignity, damn it. Right? Stepping out of his room, Serval moved on, intent on trying to do something with her day before she got caught up in some other sort of insanity.
She made it a few steps out of the room before Dan Heng reached out for her. "Come to my room, please." 'Please'. Like she had a choice. He was being nice, in a way, at least. It was something that Serval could sort of hold onto.
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Face-down on his bed on all fours, Serval got her brains fucked out.
Dan Heng was a feverish beast in bed. Withdrawn and composed, but ready to unleash the pent-up frustrations all over her body, a trap in the heat keeping her in a stranger place now. She felt the
burning attention keeping her in this state of wild confusion, burning up under these feelings and finding it impossible to hold herself together, bucking about in deeper obsession, thrilled to the point of losing her fucking mind with desire. It was all so good, so much to need to be strong in the face of, and she felt powerless to make any sense now of what it offered her. She was awash in confusions and shames that wore at her harder with each second ticking away, a throbbing panic she was stuck having to give in to fully.
"Fuck," she gasped, muffled by the sheets, clutching the sheets and trying to keep herself in steady position, struggling harder to keep herself in place and keep up with the storms washing over her. Dan Heng's hips were committed to unstoppable aggression, to the pleasure to keep chasing on harder, indulging in these wicked feelings, in satisfactions that felt truly senseless. This sort of attention was a pleasure that Serval couldn't deny; Dan Heng fucking her raw was an amazing feeling, the best use case for the free use raining down on her. She felt powerless here, crashing into such good passion, into the messy ecstasy and confusion she continued to succumb to, finding it impossible to make heads or tails of all the wild pleasures upon her.
Too private to go running around fucking her, Dan Heng trended toward pulling Serval into his room, or going to her room. He took advantage of that privacy to go all out on ruining her, laying utter fucking waste to Serval and leaving her to melt under his touch, the surrender into pure chaos, into the sloppy pleasure and confusion she was utterly trapped in, struggling to make even a little bit of sense of all this. The weight of deeper insanity carried her to want to accept the pleasure upon her. It felt like so much she just had to accept, her thoughts spinning out of control under the deeper joy of letting herself give in.
Burning up and letting the pleasure rule her, Serval crashed into the deep end of wild bliss, and after two straight rounds of giving head to people who didn't show much concern for her own satisfaction, she was able to cum hard. Sure, it involved taking a raw load from Dan Heng, not exactly the most neutral or most calm of feelings. But it was something for her to hold onto, feeling better about the crushing satisfaction getting to her, about the wild bliss she knew she needed in full. She was able to get off, and that was worth everything in this state to her, something to keep her thoughts contained while pulling back from the chaos and trying to contain her thoughts properly.
With a grunt and a pull back, he eased out of her, leaving Serval to pull herself off of his bed and stumble away from Dan Heng with cum leaking out of her and her body all the weirder-feeling for how completely off the rails this situation had become. But it was done, at least. She'd satisfied Dan Heng and yet another successful encounter was over; it was another step closer to being done with all of this insanity and being able to become a respected passenger on the ship without the baggage of these free use indulgences. She just had to get through the day.
Right outside of the door, Himiko was waiting, arms crossed. Serval could only groan. "You too?" she asked.
Fingers gripped tightly onto Serval's shoulders. "If Dan Heng weren't so reluctant to fuck you out of his room, you'd be between us right now," Himeko said, reveling in the gleeful dominance and chaos of these lusts and the most twisted desires within her. She had a particular angle of greedy dominance over this whole mess, having the most fun in bending Serval to her will and demanding service from her. Utter, hopeless service, the desperate push forward into all of the hottest of pleasures, an aching heat she felt confident in making the most of here. Forcing the rocker to her
knees, forcing her to eat pussy, forcing her to completely bend to her will... It was all about imposing this pleasure upon her harder, about making her feel like she had no choice but to submit completely to these feelings.
Serval knew better than to object to anything Himeko did to her, her mouth working overtime to tend to all of her desires and keep up the pace demanded of her. It was a complete mess, the sloppy insistence of chaos and heat she felt she had no option but to give in to now. She ate Himeko's pussy out like it was all she understood how to do, understanding her place fully and giving in to these outrageous sensations, finding it impossible to hold herself to any standard other than one of utterly fascinated surrender now. She knew what she was up to, knew the pleasures all getting the better of her and how deep she was going to have to fall. Melting into this was too much.
"That's it. Keeping a trained, obedient pussy eater around the train seems like a grand idea. You've been housebroken."
The shiver of pure frustration burned across Serval; these words were a dismissive and insane throb of pure insanity, the unreasonable chaos and confusion of deep heat making her shudder under harder heat now. She accepted these words without complaint, perhaps not really making this any easier or proving herself any better about the situation she was giving in to now. There was no good way to process her deeper throbs, the insanity she was powerless to ignore. The comment was embarrassing, and she was a sloppy wreck.
Serval threw herself into these weirder lusts and a confused heat she was doomed to embrace, a collapse of sense that left her all the more baffled, throbbing in a confused heat she was stuck unable to contain. She was awash in embarrassment even while the bold, audible, throbbing joy of moaning out in pure joy made clear the revelry that Himeko embraced fully, a pleasure to chase into wilder and deeper craziness. To give in to all these pleasures kept her falling apart, giving in to the deeper heat she couldn't process here.
She submitted. She gave in to Himeko's words. She accepted it as the truth and allowed herself to give in to this all, and she was ready to throw herself into all of this. The pleasure was all too much, so exhausting and so frenzied, the burning heat she was powerless to process here, a deeper sort of pleasure she was doomed to hold back from. She remained so deeply un-proud of this all, but she knew it was just something she needed to accept completely, as insane as it was.
"That's a good girl," Himeko said, giving a pat to Serval's head, making her feel small and dominated, utterly used by a woman who had absolute control over her.
Serval fumed and twisted around, but she didn't complain. Was she truly housebroken? Or just swallowing her pride so she could get through to this and through to the end? She was in a strange and frustrating place, not even sure what her own actions were accomplishing, and that should have been something more concerning than she was fully willing to let it be.
Before she could pull back, Himeko's hand gripped her hair. "You aren't done yet," she said, twisting her grip around and dragging her back. "On your knees. Be a good girl."
Serval knew what that meant, but she had no power to resist it, shifting around and getting her body out from under her, shifting into a position on all fours for Himeko, one that stuck her ass out for what was clearly about to be something to have to deal with. Shifting into position, ass out, she knew whatever was about to come crashing down on her was going to be utter insanity, and she just had to
take it.
Welt's hands settled onto her hips. He didn't say anything, just sliding his cock into her waiting cunt, availing himself of her with a ruthless delight, the greedy and shameless pleasure to keep giving in to these wild joys, a delight all pushing him to need this pleasure. He didn't spare her dignity at all, simply pushing to have his fun with her, slamming forward with a burning delight and a frenzied desire to make her give in to him. He had no reason to warn her, no desire to contain himself. Deep strokes got to work at having the fun with her that he craved most, all the dizzier heat and passion keeping him wanting more, throwing himself right into the wild satisfaction and greed of giving himself up to it.
Having dick in her made her eat pussy even harder. Himeko knew it. That was why she was so insistent on keeping Serval there, moaning louder while forcing her head in, "Lick it. Be a good girl and keep licking." Himeko's harsh and forceful pace kept up something that had her burning hotter, writhing in satisfaction that kept her craving the utter desperation here. She was in tight control, ready to make these pleasures hers. Himeko was in tight control and able to make something of these wilder pleasures, a deeper appreciation carrying her to savour this, wanting to really make Serval have to tend to her. It was all so senseless, building up with deeper craziness and a truly detached sort of lust.
It was a lot to have to give in to, taking on the stormy throb of pure pleasure and insanity inviting her to fall to pieces here. Serval did her best to hold steady, focusing her energy on Himiko and letting the weight of these pleasures get the better of her. Being double-teamed left her all the more frantic in the work she put forward, in trying to keep up with all these feelings and make something of the sloppy collapse of sense that invited her ever deeper. She had no control over the wicked feelings all inviting her deeper, making her head spin and making her throw herself into the utter craziness of these weird and frustrating lust. This had just become her life.
This all kept up a pleasure frenzied and senseless in the face of growing hotter under all this. It was a pleasure she felt she couldn't hold back now, the burning embarrassment and the chaos she felt she had to give in to. It was too much, all building out of control to make her feel weirder. her pussy squeezed tightly around the cock pounding away at her, a deeper satisfaction keeping her needing to give in to this all. She felt herself awash in the sloppy fascination of needing to give in, loving every second of what became too bold to ignore. She did enjoy this, as frustrated as she was to concede to it, deeper sensations and press sores he had to consider with burning insanity, the pleasure building up with hotter and stranger sorts of heat.
They held nothing back in using her, and the pleasure they both squeezed out of her was an intense, sloppy burst of heat, the joyful lust they threw themselves right into, Savouring the utter heat and chaos of this pleasure, a deeper satisfaction to push for more of, savouring the utter lust this carried. It was all so much to give up to, the deeper pleasure and the crushing bliss that all felt so good to give in to. Potent desires hit her hard, and her climax was a sweeping burn of wild, sweeping satisfaction she had to accept, the pleasures she succumbed to fully. Welt came inside of her, and Himeko's bold moans were something for Serval to accept as her problem while the redhead ground against her lips and pushed for all these pleasures. It was the messy ache of deep satisfaction and a surrender that had become every day for her.
Welt squeezed her hips tighter, holding firm into her and making sure he got every drop of cum into her before he pulled back. Himeko kept her grip tight in Serval's hair, even twisting it a little bit to make sure she was held in tight, reinforcing the control Himeko held over her in full. Serval had to
take it, had to twist and shiver through the degraded shame and frustration of this situation, the unreal embarrassment and the deep heat she knew she was going to need to give in to. She had no other choice but to let Himeko hold her there, ass out, cum leaking out of her pussy, hoping she could find some relief and get back to her room.
Not that her room was ever that safe.
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"Fuck. Slow down, come on. This is a lot to take." Serval was on her bed now, but in that comfort came both Caelus and Dan Heng's cocks inside of her at once. Her ass and pussy were both filled up to the brim, fucked with deep strokes, Caelus bouncing her on his lap and Dan Heng ruthlessly claiming her ass. It was a lot for her to have to take on. He didn't have much of a choice here but to give in to all of it, taking these attentions on. Their cocks were big and they were deep inside her, the wicked slams pounding forward with single-minded desire, an obsessive and senseless heat keeping up this pace, a mad desire and delight to continue to push her limits with.
"You already know we're not going to do that," teased Caelus, keeping up his ruthless pace on her ass, fucking with deep insistence and a throbbing desire to keep pushing her limits. "Feels so good to double team you. Doesn't it, Dan Heng?" But Dan Heng remained silent, letting this continue on without doing anything to really express this situation. He remained focused on drilling into Serval's ass, doing nothing to really play into the active situation of this all, focused only on the deeper attention to continue pursuing. He was fixated only on the pleasure, having no time for banter or for rubbing it in. The only rubbing he was concerned with was the friction of his cock pounding into her guts.
"Slow down," hissed Serval again. She knew it wasn't going to happen, but it felt like the only way to possibly handle this, struggling through the outrageous sensations taking her deeper. It was all so excessive, the deeper craziness of something she was trapped in. She had no control over the finer craziness taking her, and she continued to hold herself steady through these shameful feelings, a pulsating heat burning across her, keeping her trapped in something she knew she needed to give in to. It was a mess, something to melt into deeper while her head spun and while she succumbed to it all. Her hips worked back and forth in dizzier passion, drunkenly fucking her holes on their cocks.
She could try as much as she wanted to pretend she didn't love it, but the crumbling passion tearing her apart made her feel so good, made her moan out louder and needier, awash in the sort of greed and frustration she was trapped in. The pleasure was insane, a pure heat she kept giving up to, melting into these satisfactions that she was doomed to have to give in to. There was only pleasure here, a shivering satisfaction and obsession for her to have to give in to, the pleasure she was stuck in. She cursed, she shook, she gave in to these sloppy ecstasies with an uncontrollable chaos, the pleasure she was doomed to have to succumb to, pleasures making her fall to pieces and push her to the deeper insanity now.
She came hard, moaning out for these wicked pleasures, a passion and a fever she continued to give up to. She burned up hard, holes squeezing down around the cocks filling her up, milking loads out of them and crashing into the brilliant bliss of thrashing, dizzy heat. She felt incredible, giving in to the satisfying bliss and surrender of giving up to it now. She needed this all, and she felt powerless to contain herself, needing to fall to pieces under all this pleasure and embracing the utter joy taking her now. Her body shook hard in the aftermath of it, the pleasures leaving her shaky and overwhelmed, burning with an intense satisfaction she absolutely could not ignore.
"Can I take a nap now?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll come wake up you up in an hour," Caelus said, and she knew exactly how that was going to go.
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Not only did Serval have Caelus's cock in her mouth when she woke up, but March 7th was here to go ass to ass.
March's eagerness to hop onto any situation she came across and turn it into a threesome was something she made sure to assert herself with, keeping up the pleasure of a deeper heat to keep savouring, throwing all this pleasure into the wilder heat of losing herself. With Caelus occupying her mouth, that meant March brought out the double-ended dildo, going ass to ass with Serval, her round and squishy butt crashing happily down upon Serval's rear and embracing a hotter plunge into pure satisfaction, into the pleasures she was eager to keep chasing. March left no room for Serval to think straight, simply imposing this mess upon her.
Serval's body ached through these sloppy attentions, a pleasure keeping her wanting to give in all this wicked heat, a senseless pleasure and sensations she was trying her best to give in to. There was a wild satisfaction to have to give in to, pleasures she was overwhelmed by. The back and forth of the dildo in her ass made Serval sink into these wild feelings, a pleasure she melted harder under, delving into the embarrassingly steep pleasure. Giving head to Caelus was all the more urgent and sloppy because of March's attention. It was something she felt powerless under, melting into the unraveling pleasure and confusion she gave up to deeper.
"So fucking good." Caelus didn't need any extra effort or momentum on the pace of his dick getting sucked; he was reckless all his own, keeping up the sloppy passion, hammering forward in madder excitement, brimming with a satisfaction throbbing across him without reason or sense. He knew he was right where he needed to be, keeping up the pace and finding the satisfaction to be more and more enticing with each thrust forward. The wet mouth embracing his cock kept him steady, fucking with a steady and insistent delight, gleefully using her mouth and savouring the control he flaunted over her. Pursuing all this pleasure kept him electric, moving harder forward to fuck her mouth and have all the fun he could.
In turn, March's bounces and slams down pushed on quicker, messy throbs and thrills keeping her needing to go deeper into all of this, pleasures she felt confident in embracing harder. The toy fucked their asses, a double-ended penetration for them to share, with her body heaving quicker about, giving in to the sloppy and chaotic thrills keeping her in place. It was too good, so wild and so senseless under the pleasures to give in to now. It was a desperate thrill to give in to, the bouncing spectacle of throbbing ecstasy to seek out harder, the fullest extent of sloppy bliss and a passion getting to be too much to process now.
Serval did her best to handle all of it, but the insistence of March slamming down against her ass felt so much more frantic and dramatic than she was ready for, the shivering burn of a pleasure she had to accept as the overbearing truth. She fell to pieces here, giving in to the stranger sorts of ecstasy and obsession she couldn't well ignore. It felt too good, all wearing harder at her thoughts, all building with pure heat across her. Serval felt doomed in all the best ways, falling to pieces under the temptation and the satisfaction of what this moment called for. She came hard, March's squeals ringing out bright and Caelus cumming in her mouth.
The nap didn't help much for Serval, and now she was bright and awake, and as Caelus pulled out of her mouth and drifted off, she noticed Welt and Himeko stepping back into the room.
With a frustrated sigh, Serval looked up at the two oldest members of the crew and asked, "You're here for something too, aren't you?"
"On your back," Himeko said.
"Oh, I'm staying then," snickered Caelus, circling around Serval and imposing himself back onto her again.
The position she ended up in a moment later was one of pure unreason, a confused and chaotic state that seemed wholly unnecessary. March 7th's dildo was still in her ass, with March on all fours slamming back harder than ever against her lap, while Caelus hammered happily from below into her pussy, taking yet another glorious round at using her cunt. Welt's cock was nestled into her tits to fuck them hard, a reckless and insistent pace meant to push her limits and use a part of her that had escaped untouched through the day so far. With a sharp grip in her hair, Himeko kept Serval turned over to the side so she could eat her pussy in time with all these escalating pleasures and the growing insanity keeping up these wild feelings.
It was too much for Serval to handle, an overload of everyone but Dan Heng here to use her body and gangbang her into sloppy submission. She was in over her head, certain this was a level of excess she had no answer for, and her thoughts could 't even tell for certain what direction she was meant to move in. Who was she making feel goo? What was she doing here? It was all so demanding and confusing, sweeping across her with a burning insistence that kept he trapped in place, kept her falling apart that little bit harder now. She felt confused, awash in the mess of attentions Sensations that all ganged up on her, pushing her to the breaking point of a shivering shame she had no control over.
All four of them took pleasure from her body in careless obsession, recklessly seeking pleasure and indulgence from her, pushing on with ruthless delight and a callous efficiency to wear her down and making her submit to this mess in full. She couldn't stop this, barely able to focus on eating Himeko's pussy and keep up with this mad pace. It was all meant to ruin her, making her head spin and keeping her trapped in a frustrating, feverish state of ruin and confusion. It was too much, all gradually escalating with the single-minded insistence she could do nothing to stop, and their selfish indulgence all built up hotter, seeking to do to her things that she was desperate under, trapped in a struggle of wild panic and heat now.
This had become what Serval was good for, her thoughts faltering under the slithering ache of a pleasure and a chaos she couldn't ignore, continuing to sink slowly deeper into this mess, finding it impossible to manage all the weirder throb s of mad fixation getting to her. She felt the pleasure drive her mad, a deeper sort of ecstasy to fall in to, pleasure and frustration she was doomed now to give up to completely. Serval tended to them in full, finding herself melting into the dizziness of obedience, of raw satisfaction and frustration getting to her, pushing her limits. She accepted these feelings, allowed the pleasure to rip her apart, understanding the sweeping ruin and lust she was doomed to now, giving up completely and accepting the sheer wrongness of this mess, a situation fully detached now from anything good or normal, into the indecency of throbbing panic confusing her beyond all sense.
She brought everyone down into the ecstasy with her, a crushing bliss pushing for the deepest, hottest of pleasures. Cum filled her pussy up and splattered all over her breasts, while Himiko and March's wails came with burning obsession and a wilder satisfaction, the depth of surrender and
chaos that made everything feel too deranged now to process. Serval came hard again, melting into the shudder of passion and need and desire she felt she had no control over, the burning chaos and panic she was doomed to give in to here. It was everything. It was too much. But it felt good, and she was a shaky wreck giving in to the sloppy joy of every exhausting heat sweeping across her, the wild pleasure she felt herself unable to process, giving in completely and allowing herself this moment to fall apart. She had no control here, no hope, no stability or steadiness or control.
"You're doing so good a job at this that I'm starting to think you like this," Himeko mused, and Serval's body shuddered in a deeply ashamed feeling that she didn't have any way to argue against it now.
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The day was almost at an end, and it was time for Serval to finally be judged on her performance. She stood in front of the others, still naked, looming on the verge of acceptance. She'd come so far, and she felt so sore, so run down. "I did it," she said, "I went my whole week, letting everyone fuck me however they wanted. I think I proved myself here. So I'm part of the ship now, right?"
The five people who had taken total control of her body for the past few days all looked at one another. All focus settled on Himeko for the final judgment, but everyone had their own input.
"I think Serval did great, and I want her to stay!" March 7th said, naturally the first one to speak up on the matter.
"Yeah, she gets my vote," Caelus added.
"She did well." Dan Heng stayed aloof about it. "I'd like to keep her," Welt said.
And Himeko just looked at Serval like a piece of meat. It left the blonde to shift on her feet in growing frustration, feeling like this scrutiny was only adding to the cloying, aching feels inside of her. When Himeko finally passed judgment, it wasn't quite a straight answer. "I think you've proven yourself very capable as a part of the Astral express, but I have to wonder if your test didn't change how you think about all of it." Her smile widened. "Maybe you liked it."
Serval didn't know how to respond to that, and a nervous whine slipped out of her. She didn't like the accusation, and liked even less how she couldn't really argue against it. "I just want to travel with you guys."
"And if I said that your duty on the train was going to continue to be free use for all of us?" Himeko asked. "Clothing-optional, free access to your room. Serving on your knees all day for us when we need, like a good girl?"
Biting her lip and finding the shivering frustration getting the better of her. "Is that a requirement?" she asked. "I have to keep doing this if I want you to say yes?"
"No, of course not," Himeko said. "I keep my word. You passed the test. But I think it had an impact on you. Everyone has to do their part to help out on the train; maybe you would like it best if your body was how you helped." She knew she'd already won. She could tell from the frustration bubbling up through Serval that she was open to this in ways she was frustrated by deeply. Himeko's hand reached forward, and she gave a firm pat to Serval.
One that sent her right to her knees.
A submissive streak Serval had been trying not to think about too much washed over her quickly, and she realized now the danger upon her, the shuddering heat and embarrassment of a panic she was doomed to have to face. She wasn't afraid of what Himeko did to her, but of finding out that she knew her better than she knew her, that these remarks cut to some truth inside of her.
Being pat on the head sent her crashing into a state where she knew the answer to Himeko's question before Himeko had even asked it, her eyes gleaming up toward the redhead and the shudders of pure lust washing over her in full now.
"Serval, would you like to join the Astral Express as its full time free use toy?" "Yes."
"Good girl." Himeko pulled Serval in to get her right to her duty of eating Himeko's pussy, and Serval began her time not as a sex toy on trial, but as a committed plaything happy