"Now... what are we going to do with you three?" Rias smirked, looking down at three Fallen Angels kneeling in front of her. Kalawarner's head was bowed in defeat, her massive tits pressing against her thighs. Mittelt was looking straight down at the floor, blushing as she wouldn't meet Rias' intense gaze. Raynare, however, was still trying to maintain a semblance of her former pride, her back straight and her jaw set, though the uncertainty in her violet eyes was undeniable.
They were in the clubroom again, a space that suddenly felt far too small for the sheer volume of raw, feminine power radiating from both groups. Naruto stood to the side, as he was still naked, and his gaze darted between the two groups of women, the Gremory peerage standing tall and triumphant, the fallen angels broken and kneeling. A fresh wave of unease churned in his gut. He had been a pawn, a toy, and a slave to both sides. He had betrayed them, and then he had returned to them, and the thought of what they might do to him, what they might do to the fallen angels who had so thoroughly dominated him, made his head spin.
"Don't you dare think you're off the hook, Naruto-kun," Rias's voice cut through the silence, a sharp, commanding tone that made him flinch. She didn't even look at him, her eyes fixed on the three kneeling figures. "You're going to watch. You're going to watch what happens when my property is touched. You're going to watch, and you're going to learn your place, once and for all."
She took a step forward, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. She stopped directly in front of Raynare, her towering form casting a long shadow over the fallen angel. The sheer size difference was stark, a testament to the power dynamic that had shifted so dramatically.
"But, you did choose us in the end, so you'll be rewarded for that as well," Rias said firmly, as she looked at him with a smirk, "You'll get to break your former master. I'm sure you'll enjoy that."
A small, triumphant smirk played on Rias's lips. She reached down, her long, slender fingers wrapping around a handful of Raynare's long, dark hair. The fallen angel flinched, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips, but she didn't resist. She had lost, and she knew it.
"On your hands and knees," Rias commanded, her voice a cold, authoritative lash that was laced with a smug satisfaction.
Raynare hesitated for a fraction of a second, a final, flickering ember of her pride fighting a losing battle. But then, she complied. She lowered herself to the floor, her movements slow and stiff, and she was soon on all fours, a picture of utter submission. As much as she wanted to deny Rias to protect her pride, she knew she couldn't refuse her. She was in a situation where she had lost the competition, and as such, she would now be the devil's slave. She no longer had Naruto on her side, so if she tried to fight back, Rias could kill her at any moment.
"Good girl," Rias praised, her voice a condescending purr. She then pulled, her grip tightening in Raynare's hair, and she started to lead her across the room. Raynare had no choice but to follow, a crawling, sneering sight as she was completely and utterly at Rias's mercy.
They stopped in front of Naruto, who was standing there, a look of awe and arousal on his face as the once-dominant Raynare crawled towards him like a dog. Then, Rias raised her other hand.
CRACK!
The sound of her palm connecting with Raynare's firm, round ass echoed in the silent clubroom, a sharp, stinging slap that made the fallen angel cry out with a strangled, desperate sound of pain and humiliation. The impact made her pale flesh jiggle, a mesmerizing wave of motion that made Naruto's cock twitch.
"Suck him off," Rias commanded, her voice a sharp, cutting whip-crack that was laced with a sadistic amusement. She pointed towards Naruto's semi-hard cock, which was already starting to stir at the sight of the two dominant women. "Suck his cock. Show him who the real master is."
Raynare's head snapped up, a look of shock and disbelief in her violet eyes. She glared at Rias, her lips parted in a silent snarl of defiance. Her gaze then shifted to Naruto, as her eyes were filled with anger and humiliation. She, the one who had broken him, who had remade him in her image, was being ordered to service him, to pleasure him, and to submit to him in the most intimate way possible. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow, a humiliation so profound that it made her entire being burn with a cold, impotent rage.
"What's the matter, fallen angel?" Rias taunted, her lips curving into a cruel, sly smirk. She raised her hand again, a clear, unspoken threat. "Are you refusing? Do I need to remind you of your new place?"
She brought her hand down again, another sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the silent room. The impact was harder this time, a brutal, punishing strike that made Raynare cry out again, her body convulsing with the shock.
"I said... suck him off," Rias repeated, her tone dropping to a low, dangerous growl that was devoid of any of its earlier amusement. "Now."
The second slap was the final push. It broke the last, stubborn remnants of her pride. Raynare looked away, her shoulders slumping in a gesture of complete and utter defeat. She was a slave, a plaything, a property, and she would do what she was told.
She crawled forward, her movements slow and hesitant, and then she stopped in front of Naruto, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet his eyes. Then, with a final, defeated sigh, she reached up. Her small, firm hand wrapped around Naruto's semi-hard cock, and the contact was electric. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he let out a strangled gasp, his knees buckling and shaking with the sudden, intense sensation. Her touch was firm, yet hesitant, a confusing mix of dominance and submission that made his head spin.
She started to stroke him, her movements slow and awkward at first. She was not used to this, to being the one who gave pleasure instead of receiving it. Her technique was clumsy, but the sheer, overwhelming sight of the woman who had dominated him, the woman who had broken him and remade him, now on her knees and servicing his cock, was enough to make Naruto's cock throb.
She leaned in, her face just inches from his aching member. He could feel the warmth of her breath, then her pink tongue darted out, and she gave the engorged head a slow, tentative lick.
The feeling was incredible. It was a fresh wave of pleasure that was both familiar and alien. He remembered the taste of the pleasure she gave him and the feel of her skin, but this was different. This was an act of submission, a reversal of the power dynamic that had defined their relationship.
"Look at him," Rias taunted, her voice a smug, triumphant purr. She had let go of Raynare's hair and was now standing over them, her arms crossed under her breasts, with a look of pure superiority on her face. "He's already about to cum. You really are pathetic, aren't you, Naruto-kun? And you're the bitch whose sucking this loser off."
Raynare flushed at the insult, but she leaned forward, putting Naruto's cock fully in her mouth as she became a bit more eager. As she did, Rias gestured towards Koneko, who was standing to the side as she watched.
"Koneko-chan," Rias commanded, her voice a calm, authoritative word. "Go get Kalawarner. Bring her over here."
"Yes, Buchou," Koneko nodded, her movements swift and efficient. She strode over to the kneeling, blue-haired fallen angel, whose head was still bowed in defeat.
"Get up," Koneko commanded, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. "Buchou wants you."
Kalawarner gave her a light glare, but she obeyed. She rose to her feet, her massive tits jiggling with the movement. She followed Koneko across the room, her head bowed, her gaze fixed on the floor. She stopped in front of Rias, and the redhead reached out, her long, slender fingers trailing a slow, deliberate path down Kalawarner's chest, between the valley of her massive tits, and down to her stomach. The buxom fallen angel shuddered, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips.
"You have such a pathetic body," Rias whispered, her lips curving into a cruel, sly smirk. "All fat and tits. No real power. No real substance."
She then gestured towards Raynare, who was still on her knees, her small, delicate head now bobbing up and down on Naruto's cock. The fallen angel's movements were a little more confident now, a little more practiced, and Naruto was a mess, a whimpering, pleading mess who was on the verge of cumming.
"Look at your leader," Rias continued, her voice a low, seductive poison that seeped into Kalawarner's brain. "She's on her knees, servicing a devil. A devil that she once owned. And you're next. You're all going to be our slaves. Our toys. Our property."
She then reached out, her small, delicate fingers wrapping around Kalawarner's chin. She pulled her face up, forcing her to look at the scene.
"Watch," Rias commanded, her tone soft and demanding. "Watch your leader submit. And then, you will too."
Kalawarner watched, her face flushed as she saw Raynare, her leader, becoming more eager as she sucked off the devil they had previously been dominating. She saw the way Naruto's body trembled, the way his hands rose and tangled in Raynare's hair, and the desperate, pleading sounds that escaped his lips. She saw the way Rias stood over them, a picture of calm, unconcerned superiority, a goddess of power and beauty who had completely and utterly broken them.
"He's close," Rias observed, her lips curving into a sly, dominant smirk. She looked over at Naruto, a small, cruel smile playing on her lips. "Don't you dare cum yet. You don't have my permission."
Naruto let out a strangled whimper, a desperate, pleading sound that was a clear plea for release. The pleasure was overwhelming, a mind-shattering assault that made him see stars. He was on the edge, a desperate, whimpering mess who was about to cum.
"Please... Rias-sama," he gasped, the words tearing from his throat. "Please... let me cum."
Rias simply laughed as she looked down at him, a look of confidence and arrogance in her eyes.
"Not yet," she declared, her tone firm and unyielding. "You'll cum when I say you can cum. And not a second before."
She then looked over at Akeno, who was standing to the side, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
"Akeno," Rias commanded, her voice a calm, authoritative word. "Go get Mittelt. Bring her over here. Let's have all our new toys together."
"At once, Buchou," Akeno replied, her own lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She sauntered over to the small, fallen angel, whose head was still bowed in shame.
"Up," Akeno commanded, her tone sharp and clear, "You won't be missing out on this."
Mittelt flinched at the coldness in Akeno's voice, a shiver running down her spine as her thighs rubbed together lightly, and a strange arousal filled her. She rose to her feet, her movements stiff and jerky, like a puppet whose strings were being pulled by an unskilled hand. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet the raven-haired woman's piercing violet eyes.
Akeno grabbed her by the arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and dragged her over to the growing circle of submission. She shoved her forward, and Mittelt stumbled, falling to her knees beside Kalawarner.
"Look at this pathetic little creature," Akeno taunted, her foot nudging Mittelt's side, forcing her to look up. "So small, so insignificant. You call those tits? You thought you stood a chance with that flat-ass? What were you thinking, trying to compete with us?"
Mittelt glared up at her, a flash of defiance in her piercing blue eyes. But the defiance was short-lived, replaced by a wave of arousal and humiliation as she saw the scene in front of her. Raynare, her leader, was on her knees, her head bobbing up and down on Naruto's cock, a look of arousal in her eyes as her crotch was dripping. And next to her, Kalawarner, the buxom, blue-haired fallen angel, was watching with wide, awe-struck eyes, her massive tits heaving with each ragged breath as she struggled to keep her hand from going to her crotch.
"He's getting closer," Rias observed, her gaze shifting from Naruto's trembling form to the three fallen angels who were now kneeling before her. "Kalawarner, since your tits were so confidently put up against Akeno's, why don't you put them to use? Hold them together for him. Give him a place to put his cum."
Kalawarner looked from Rias's smirking face to Naruto's aching cock, which was still being serviced by Raynare's reluctant mouth. The thought of it, the sheer, humiliating irony of the situation, was a bitter pill to swallow.
"Now," Rias commanded, her tone dropping to a low, dangerous growl that was devoid of any of its earlier amusement. "Or would you prefer I have Akeno teach you your place instead?"
As Akeno's hand twitched with lightning, the threat was a clear, unspoken promise of pain, a reminder of the power that the Gremory peerage held over them. Kalawarner's shoulders slumped in a gesture of complete and utter defeat. She was a slave now, and she would do what she was told.
She crawled forward, her movements slow and hesitant, and then she knelt beside Raynare. She reached up, her large hands wrapping around her massive tits. She squeezed them together, the heavy, fleshy globes pressing into a warm, soft prison that was a perfect, alluring target.
Naruto watched, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and arousal as Kalawarner held her tits in front of his cock, only being a few inches away.
"He's about to burst," Akeno purred, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She looked over at Rias, a questioning look in her eyes. "Buchou?"
Rias let out a small, mocking-thoughtful hum as she watched Naruto's trembling form, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips. She was enjoying this, savoring the power and the control she had over them.
"Alright," she declared, her voice ringing with a smug confidence. "Make him cum."
Rayanre blushed as she glanced up at Rias, but the devil's expression was cold and unyielding, a clear, unspoken command.
"T-Then... cum," Raynare muttered as she pulled back, her small, delicate hand wrapping around Naruto's aching cock. She started to stroke him, her movements fast and frantic, a desperate attempt to make his cock burst.
Naruto's hips bucked, a frantic, desperate thrust into the warm hand as Kalawarner's tits were the perfect target for his sperm. But, as he was staring with lust-filled eyes at the huge tits, his gaze was pulled elsewhere.
"Look at me, Naruto-kun," Rias commanded, her voice a sharp, cutting lash that sliced through the fog of lust. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers. "You don't need to look at her useless body. Look at your master. Look at the women who broke you. And then cum for me. As they stroke your cock and show you their tits, you'll look only at me. Cum."
The command was a final, devastating push. The pleasure, the submission, the overwhelming presence of Rias was too much. With a strangled gasp, he came.
A thick, hot rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering against Kalawarner's massive tits. Another followed, then another, a seemingly endless flood of pleasure and submission that painted the buxom fallen angel in a sticky, messy declaration of his allegiance to Rias Gremory. His body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm against the soft hand that imprisoned him, and a strangled, guttural cry was swallowed by the cool, clubroom air.
When it was over, he was nothing. A hollowed-out shell, panting and twitching, as he slumped to the floor, completely and utterly spent.
Raynare pulled back, a look of disgust on her face. She wiped her hand on her thigh, a small gesture of contempt. But in her eyes, there was a new emotion. A powerful arousal as she glanced over at Rias. She had been so sure of her power, so confident in her ability to break him, but she had been outmatched. She had been defeated and then forced to watch as he was broken again, and remade in the image of the devils she so despised.
Kalawarner sat there, her massive tits covered in Naruto's cum in a sticky, messy testament to her defeat. She looked down at herself, a look of arousal and shame on her face. She had always been proud of her body, of her ability to dominate men with her sheer, overwhelming size. But now, she had been used, a mere vessel for his pleasure, and a simple reward given to Naruto by Rias.
Mittelt watched the display, shifting with both nervousness and arousal. She had seen the power of the Gremory peerage, the sheer, overwhelming force of their dominance, and she knew that she was nothing compared to them.
"See?" Rias purred, as she looked down at the three fallen angels, a picture of broken, defeated submission. "This is what happens when you mess with the House of Gremory. This is what happens when you touch what's mine."
She then looked over at her peerage, a look of smug satisfaction on her face. Akeno was standing with her arms crossed under her breasts, a small, knowing smile on her lips. Koneko was standing with her usual stoic expression, but there was a flicker of pride in her golden eyes. Asia was blushing, a shy, happy blush that was a testament to their victory.
"And, we're not done," Rias declared, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. She looked over at Mittelt, who was still kneeling on the floor, a look of shame and humiliation on her face.
"On your hands and knees," Rias commanded, her voice a sharp, authoritative lash that was laced with a smug satisfaction.
Mittelt nodded quickly as she complied, not willing to even try to go against the dominant devil. She lowered herself to the floor, her movements slow and stiff, and she was soon on all fours, her small, perky rear presented to the room like a prize.
"Asia," Rias said, her tone shifting from dominant to gentle, "Get him hard again."
Asia blushed as she looked at Naruto, who was slumped on the floor, a hollowed-out shell of a man. She then looked at Rias, a silent question in her eyes, and Rias simply nodded, a small, encouraging smile on her lips.
Asia took a deep breath, and then she walked over to Naruto. She stood in front of him, leaning down as her small, gentle hands reached out and grabbed his soft cock. She leaned forward more, her large, round ass pressing back against his face.
"Senpai..." Asia said softly, glancing back at Naruto's face as it was buried in her ass, "Get hard for me."
As her cheeks consumed his face, Naruto didn't stand a chance. His cock, which had been limp and spent, started to stir again. It throbbed, growing hard with each passing second, a clear, undeniable declaration of his renewed desire. Asia felt it harden in her hand, and she grinned lightly as she wiggled her hips, rubbing her fat rear in Naruto's face for a moment. Then, she pulled back.
"Good word, Asia," Rias praised, "Now, step back. Let our new slave see what's in store for her."
Asia obeyed as she stepped back, rejoining the rest of the peerage, her gaze fixed on the scene in front of her. Naruto pushed himself up, his body aching and sore, but a new, desperate energy coursed through him. He looked down, his gaze locking on Mittelt, who was still on all fours, her small, perky rear presented to him like an offering.
"Go on, Naruto-kun," Rias cooed, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. "Take her. She's yours now. A reward for being such a good boy and coming back to your rightful masters."
Naruto's breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. He stared at Mittelt, at her trembling form, at the glistening wetness that coated her inner thighs. He remembered her taunts, her cruelty, the way she had ridden him like a horse, and the way she had kicked him like a dog. The memory was a bitter pill to swallow, but the sight of her now, so vulnerable, so submissive, was a potent aphrodisiac that made his head spin. He was a slave, a toy, a plaything, but now, he was in charge. The power dynamic had shifted, and the sheer, overwhelming thrill of it was a drug he couldn't resist. Rias was at the top of the food chain, and she was rewarding him for being a good boy for her.
He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her small, firm waist quickly. He could see the blush that spread across her face, a deep, crimson blush that was a clear, unspoken admission of her shame and her desire.
"Look at her," Akeno's voice was a low, teasing purr that was laced with a sadistic amusement. "She's dripping. She's so wet for you, Naruto-kun. All that talk about you being a pathetic mutt, and here she is, dripping like a bitch in heat for your cock."
Mittelt blushed deeper, but she didn't move. She stayed there, on all fours, a willing victim to the overwhelming power of the devils. Naruto didn't hesitate. He lined himself up, the engorged head of his cock pressing against the tight, wet entrance of her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, a sweet, intoxicating warmth that made him throb with a desperate need. He pushed forward, sinking into her with a slow thrust.
The feeling was incredible. She was tight, a hot, wet glove that gripped him like a vice. He moaned, a long, low sound of pure pleasure. He could feel her walls convulsing around him, a squeezing that was a clear, unspoken sign of her pleasure.
Mittelt cried out, a strangled, desperate sound that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her back arched, her small body tensing at the sudden, overwhelming invasion. She had been so sure of her dominance, so confident in her ability to control him, but now, she was the one being controlled. She was the one being used now.
"Does it feel good, fallen?" Rias taunted, her lips curving into a cruel, sly smirk. "Does the mutt's cock feel good inside you? Tell me. Tell me how much you love it."
"I-It feels good! I love it!" Mittelt moaned, her hips rocking back with a thrust that met Naruto's with a silent plea for more.
Naruto didn't need any more encouragement. He started to move, his hips pistoning in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust was a fresh wave of pleasure, a mind-shattering burst of pleasure that made him unable to think straight. He was a man possessed, a desperate, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly lost in the moment.
He reached forward, his hands wrapping around her small, perky tits. They were not the massive, jiggling spheres of Akeno or Kalawarner, but they were firm, a perfect, handful-sized mounds that were perfect for her petite form. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing against her hardened nipples, and she moaned.
"Ah... ah... ah..." she gasped, her body convulsing with each thrust.
"That's it," Akeno purred, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. "Let go. Give in to the pleasure. You know you want to. You know you love it."
Mittelt's body went slack, a final, shuddering sigh escaping her lips. She was a puppet whose strings had been cut, a vessel filled to the brim with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her hips rocked back to meet his frantically, and both Naruto and Mittelt stopped thinking, simply humping with pleasure filling their brains.
"Naruto-kun," Rias's voice was a smug, triumphant purr that cut through the haze of lust. "Stop."
Naruto froze, his body tensing at the sudden command. He was buried to the hilt inside Mittelt, the tight, wet heat of her pussy a constant, aching reminder of the pleasure that had been so abruptly stolen. He looked up, a questioning, almost pleading look in his eyes.
"Koneko-chan," Rias commanded, her tone shifting from smug satisfaction to a cool, calculating authority. "It's your turn."
Naruto's gaze followed Rias's, and his breath hitched in his throat. Koneko, who had been standing silently to the side, was walking towards him. Her movements were fluid, almost predatory, a stark contrast to her usual stoic demeanor. And around her slender hips, a black leather harness was strapped tight. Jutting from it was a large and black strap-on.
His eyes went wide, a flicker of fear and a jolt of forbidden arousal forming within him. He remembered her small, delicate feet trampling him, and the indifferent weight of her body on his back. He remembered her dominating presence, and his body felt a submission that made his head spin.
Koneko stopped behind him, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She looked down at him, at his trembling form, and at the way he was still buried inside Mittelt. Her golden eyes, usually so blank and unreadable, were alight with a tinge of excitement.
She didn't need to kneel, as she was short enough that the strap-on was level with Naruto's rear even as he was on all fours. Her small hands came to rest on his hips, her grip surprisingly strong. Suddenly, Naruto was trapped, a prisoner between Mittelt's moaning body below and Koneko's dominant one above.
"You still need to be punished, Naruto-kun." Rias's voice was a low, dangerous purr that vibrated through him. "You defied her. You chose that fallen angel slut over your own peerage. You betrayed Koneko-chan, and now, you'll learn to never do that again."
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous reminder of his failure. He remembered the day before, in the park, the way he had so easily submitted to the fallen angels, the way he had allowed Mittelt to ride him, to use him. A fresh wave of shame washed over him, a hot, burning humiliation that made him want to beg for forgiveness.
"Don't move," Koneko commanded, her tone flat and devoid of emotion. It was a simple order, but it carried the weight of an absolute authority. He froze, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the inevitable.
He felt a cold, slick pressure against his rear. It was the head of the strap-on, coated in a glistening lubricant, that did little to soothe the nervousness inside of him. He clenched his ass cheeks, and then she thrust forward.
The pain was blinding, as it was a sharp, stinging burn that tore through him, but a wave of pleasure shot through him a moment later. His vision swam as his body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm that was an instinctual reaction to the overwhelming sensation as his cock twitched from the pleasure. And, as Koneko pounded into him from behind, Naruto's hips were shoved forward into Mittelt.
"Agh!" Mittelt cried out, her body convulsing with the sudden, forceful thrust. His hips, propelled forward by Koneko's punishing invasion, slammed against her small, firm rear, burying him to the hilt inside her.
A chain reaction had been created. A perverse, three-way link of submission and pleasure.
Koneko's smirk widened, a flicker of cruel satisfaction in her golden eyes. She pulled back, the monstrous toy dragging against his insides with a slow, agonizing withdrawal that made him whimper. Then, she thrust again, another brutal, punishing stroke that sent another shockwave of pain-pleasure through him. And again, he was driven deeper into Mittelt.
His arms gave out, and he slumped forward, his chest pressing against Mittelt's small, trembling back, as he pinned her moaning form to the ground. He was trapped, a sandwich of submission, with the fallen angel beneath him and the Rook dominating him from behind. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the frantic beating of their hearts, and the overwhelming, suffocating presence of Koneko's dominance.
"Look at you," Rias laughed as she stood over them, looking like a towering goddess as her arms crossed under her magnificent breasts, "You're being held down and fucked by a woman half your size. You're a disgrace, Naruto-kun. A pathetic, whimpering mutt who can't even fight back against a girl who looks like a little doll."
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous poison that seeped into the raw wound of his humiliation. The shame was a hot, burning iron on his skin, but the pleasure, the overwhelming, mind-shattering pleasure of being filled and filling, was a powerful, all-consuming force.
Koneko set a brutal, punishing rhythm. Her small, athletic hips pistoned forward, each thrust a powerful, impactful stroke that made him cry out. His own movements became involuntary, a frantic, desperate response to the overwhelming stimulation. He was a puppet, his body controlled by the two women who were using him for their own pleasure. As Koneko pulled back and thrust forward, her own cheeks jiggled and shook in the air, shaking as Naruto was pounded deeper into Mittelt, who let out a moan of pleasure from the action.
"Akeno," Rias commanded, her tone shifting from mocking amusement to cool, calculating business. "We can't forget our other new toys. They're getting lonely."
Akeno's lips curved into a sly, sadistic smirk. She sauntered over to the two remaining fallen angels before she stopped in front of them, looking down at them with a mixture of arrogance and cruelty.
"On your feet," she commanded, "Both of you."
Raynare and Kalawarner both flushed with arousal and shame, but they obeyed. They rose to their feet, their movements slow and stiff, like puppets whose strings were being pulled by an unskilled hand. They stood before Akeno, their heads bowed, their gaze fixed on the floor in a picture of broken, defeated submission.
"Look at them," Akeno taunted, her lips curving into a cruel, sly smirk. "So proud, so arrogant. And now, you're nothing. You're our playthings. These 'proud fallen' who should be going to war against us will be serving us like slaves."
She then turned her attention to Raynare.
"You," she said, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "You're the leader. You're the one who thought you could take what's ours. You're the one who dared to defy the House of Gremoyr. So, you're going to put on a show for us."
She gestured towards the trio on the floor, a clear, unspoken command.
"Give them a show while they fuck. Turn around. Stick out that pathetic ass of yours. And shake it," Akeno commanded, her tone dripping with a condescending amusement as she paused between each sentence, "Shake it for Buchou. Shake it for your new master. Show her what you've got. Show her how a powerful fallen angel dances for her new masters."
Raynare's jaw tightened, a final, flickering ember of her pride fighting a losing battle. But then, she complied. She turned around, her movements slow and stiff, and she was soon facing away from the fucking trio on the floor. She then bent over, her hands on her knees, and she stuck out her firm, round ass.
She started to shake it, her movements clumsy and awkward at first. She was a warrior, someone who was adept at seduction and fighting, not a dancer. Her hips swayed in a stiff, rhythmless motion, a pathetic attempt at a seductive dance that was more humiliating than alluring.
"Faster," Akeno commanded, her tone sharp and clear. "Make it jiggle. Make it worth our while."
Raynare's movements became a little faster, a little more frantic, as her pussy throbbed at the idea of humiliating herself in front of her new masters. She was a mess of shame and humiliation, her face a burning deep crimson as she shook her ass for her new masters. The sight was a pathetic, yet strangely arousing display of submission, a clear, unspoken declaration of her defeat.
Akeno then turned her attention to Kalawarner.
"And you," she said, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. "You were so confident in your tits. You thought they were better than mine. You're going to show me what they can do."
Her lips curled up into a cruel grin, and Kalawarner felt a shiver go down her spine.
"Hump the air," Akeno commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument, "Hump the air like the desperate, slutty bimbo you are. And shake those big, fat cow tits for us. Show me how they bounce."
Kalawarner flinched, a look of shock and disbelief on her face. She looked from Akeno's smirking face to the scene on the floor, a fresh wave of arousal and humiliation washing over her.
She started to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a clumsy, awkward rhythm. Her massive tits, which had been her source of pride and confidence, now felt like a pair of heavy, embarrassing burdens. They bounced and jiggled with each movement, a hypnotic, yet humiliating display as she crossed her hands behind her head, giving the room a full view of her bouncing breasts.
"They're pathetic, aren't they?" Akeno giggled as she looked over at Rias, a small, knowing smile on her lips. "They were so full of pride and so arrogant. But now, they're nothing but a pair of dancing monkeys for our amusement."
Rias laughed in response, watching the two women dance desperately in an embarrassing show for them.
"They are indeed," Rias agreed, then looked over at Asia, who was standing to the side, "Asia-chan, spank her. Spank that fallen angel slut for me."
Asia blushed as she looked from Rias's smirking face to Raynare's trembling form, and was uncertain for a moment. The fallen angel had looked so scary before. She had been so intimidating and so dominant as they went to take back Naruto.
"It's alright, Asia-chan," Rias coaxed, her tone a gentle, encouraging purr. "She deserves it. She tried to take our Naruto-kun. Go and punish her."
The mention of Naruto's name was all Asia needed, as she took a deep breath, and then she walked over to Raynare. She stood behind the fallen angel, her small, gentle hand raised in the air.
Then, Asia brought her hand down. The sound of her palm connecting with Raynare's firm, round ass echoed in the silent clubroom, a sharp, stinging slap that made the fallen angel cry out with a strangled, desperate sound of pain and humiliation. The impact made her pale flesh jiggle, a mesmerizing wave of motion that made Naruto's cock throb inside Mittelt.
"Again," Rias commanded, her lips curving into a cruel, sly smirk.
Asia obeyed. She brought her hand down again, another sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the silent room. The impact was harder this time, a brutal, punishing strike that made Raynare cry out again, her body convulsing with the shock.
"Agh!" Raynare cried out, the sound tearing from her throat. The pain was intense, a sharp, stinging burn that seared through her. But the humiliation, the sheer, overwhelming shame of being spanked by the sweet, innocent nun she had so cruelly mocked, was a far more devastating punishment.
As Asia continued her assault, a steady, rhythmic series of stinging slaps that painted Raynare's ass a bright, stinging red, Akeno turned her attention back to Kalawarner. The buxom fallen angel was still humping the air, her massive tits bouncing and jiggling in a humiliating yet hypnotic dance.
"Your turn," Akeno purred, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She reached out, her long, slender fingers wrapping around one of Kalawarner's massive tits. The fallen angel flinched, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips.
"You were so proud of these," Akeno taunted, her thumb brushing against the hardened nipple. "You thought they were better than mine, which was idiotic. Let's see how they handle a little punishment."
She pulled back her other hand, and then she brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap that made the massive globe of flesh jiggle violently.
"Agh!" Kalawarner cried out, the sound a strangled, desperate gasp. The pain was intense, a sharp, stinging burn that seared through her. But the humiliation, the sheer, overwhelming shame of being treated like a piece of meat, was a far more devastating punishment. Her movements faltered, a fresh wave of shame washing over her.
"Don't you dare stop," Akeno commanded, her tone sharp and clear. "Keep humping. And tell me what you are. Tell me you're a fat, pathetic pig whose only purpose is to be punished."
Kalawarner's jaw tightened, a final bit of her pride fighting a losing battle. But Akeno's grip on her tit tightened, a clear, unspoken threat, and she knew she had no choice.
"I... I'm a fat, pathetic pig," she stammered, the words being humiliating, but making her crotch drip as she spoke, "My... my only purpose is to be punished."
Akeno's smirk widened. She brought her hand down again, another sharp, stinging slap that made the massive globe of flesh jiggle violently.
"Louder," she commanded. "I can't hear you. Let everyone hear what a disgusting pig you are."
"I'm a fat, pathetic pig!" Kalawarner cried out, the words tearing from her throat like a confession. "My only purpose is to be punished! My big, useless tits are only good for being slapped!"
As she spoke, Akeno brought her hand down in a series of rapid, stinging slaps, each one a brutal, punishing strike that made the fallen angel cry out. The pain was a blinding, all-consuming force, but a fresh, glistening wetness began to trickle down the inside of Kalawarner's thigh. Her body was betraying her, responding to the humiliation with a rising tide of arousal.
Akeno turned her attention to Raynare, who was still being spanked by a now-emboldened Asia. The nun's movements were no longer hesitant, but confident, almost eager. Each slap was a crisp, satisfying impact that made the fallen angel's firm, round ass jiggle, a mesmerizing wave of motion that made Naruto's cock throb.
"And you," Akeno purred, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. "You were their leader. You were so arrogant, so sure of your power. What are you, Raynare? Tell us. Tell everyone what a pathetic, powerless slut you are."
"I... I'm a pathetic, powerless slut," Raynare stammered, the words being a humiliated whisper that was barely audible over the sounds of her own spanking.
"Louder," Akeno commanded, her tone sharp and clear. "And look at your new masters when you speak."
Raynare flinched, a small, wounded sound escaping her lips. She looked up, her violet eyes locking with Rias's triumphant gaze.
"I'm a pathetic, powerless slut!" she cried out, "I'm nothing but a worthless pig whose only purpose is to be punished by her devil masters!"
Akeno's smirk widened. She looked from Raynare's humiliated face to Kalawarner's trembling form, a look of satisfaction on her face.
"Good girls," Akeno praised, "Now, tell me. Tell everyone who is superior. Are devils better than fallen angels? Are we your betters in every way?"
The question was a final, devastating push. It was the ultimate act of degradation, a public, humiliating admission of their inferiority. But the pleasure, the overwhelming, mind-shattering pleasure of the submission, was a powerful, all-consuming force. They were lost, a pair of willing victims to the overwhelming sensory experience, and they would do anything, say anything, for another taste of that sweet, addictive release.
"Yes," Kalawarner whimpered, her words becoming louder and more enthusiastic as Akeno slapped her tits again, "Devils... devils are better! You're our betters! Fallen angels are... we're pathetic. We're weak! We're inferior!"
Raynare, seeing her comrade's complete and utter submission, was turned on as the words flowed from her mouth.
"Yes," Raynare moaned out, "Devils are better! The House of Gremory is superior! Fallen angels are... we're nothing but pathetic, worthless sluts who are only good for being your slaves!"
Naruto watched, his mind a reeling jumble of conflicting emotions. He saw the shame in their eyes, the humiliation in their trembling forms, but he also saw the glistening wetness that coated their inner thighs, a clear sign of their arousal. He saw the way their bodies responded to the punishment, the way they arched and moaned, a clear, unspoken plea for more. And as he watched, as he was trapped between the two women who were using him for their own pleasure, a fresh wave of lust washed over him.
He was a prisoner in a three-way link of submission and pleasure. Koneko's strap-on was a brutal, punishing invader that stretched him to his limits, filling him in a way that was both terrifying and intoxicatingly intense. Each thrust was a shockwave of pain-pleasure that made him cry out with a strangled, desperate gasp. And each of Koneko's brutal thrusts propelled him forward, driving him deeper into the tight, wet heat of Mittelt's pussy.
Mittelt was a mess, a whimpering, pleading mess who was completely and utterly lost in the moment. The pleasure was overwhelming, a mind-shattering assault that was eroding the last, stubborn remnants of her pride. Her hips rocked back to meet his, a frantic, desperate rhythm as she desperately searched for more pleasure. Her small, perky tits bounced with each thrust, a hypnotic, yet humiliating display that made her want to scream with pleasure and shame.
"You're getting close," Rias observed, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. She looked over at the trio on the floor, "All of you. I can see it."
She then looked over at the two fallen angels, who were still debasing themselves for their new masters.
"And you two, our little pigs, are getting close as well, aren't you? The thought of our Naruto-kun cumming, of him filling that little fallen angel slut with his seed, is making you drip, isn't it?"
Raynare and Kalawarner didn't answer, but their bodies betrayed them. The glistening wetness that coated their inner thighs was a clear, undeniable sign of their arousal, a testament to the overwhelming power of the devils who had so completely and utterly broken them.
"Tell me," Akeno purred, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. "Tell me why. Why are you so turned on? Why is the sight of a devil dominating one of your own making you so wet?"
"Because... because we're pigs," Raynare moaned out, "We're... we're pathetic, worthless pigs who get turned on by our betters! By our devil masters! I-I get so wet for my devil masters!"
"Say it again," Akeno commanded again. "Degrade your own race. Degrade the fallen angels. Tell me why devils are better."
"Fallen angels are weak!" Kalawarner cried out this time, "We're pathetic! We're nothing compared to devils! Devils are stronger! They're more powerful! They're superior in every way! Our race is a joke! A pathetic, worthless joke who deserves to be slaves to the superior devils!"
"Good pigs," Akeno praised them again, "Now, watch. Watch your new master dominate your former slave. Watch him fill that worthless little slut with his cum. And you will cum with them. You will cum for your devil masters. Do you understand?"
"Yes," they both whimpered in unison, their obscene, embarrassing dance becoming faster.
Naruto watched, his mind a reeling jumble of conflicting emotions. The sight of Raynare and Kalawarner, so proud, so arrogant, now debasing themselves, degrading their own race, was a potent aphrodisiac that made his head spin. The memory of their dominance, the memory of their cruelty, was a bitter pill to swallow, but the sight of them now, so vulnerable, so submissive, was so arousing.
"Look at me," Rias's voice was a sharp, cutting lash that sliced through the fog of lust. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers. "Look at your master. Look at the goddess who controls your body, your mind, and your very soul. And at my command, you will all cum. You will cum together. You will cum for me. Do you understand?"
He could only nod, a pathetic, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy.
"Good," Rias purred, her lips curving into a cruel, triumphant smirk. She looked around the room, a look of unconcerned superiority in her eyes. Her gaze swept over her peerage, over the three fallen angels, and over the whimpering mess of a man trapped between them.
"Now," she commanded, her voice ringing with a smug, absolute authority. "My slaves will follow my orders exactly as I give them. My slaves will do what I order, no matter the situation."
Rias raised her fingers, simply snapping them once.
"Cum."
The command was a final, devastating push. The pleasure, the submission, the overwhelming presence of Rias and her peerage, was too much. He was on the edge, a desperate, whimpering mess who was about to cum.
With a strangled gasp, Naruto came.
A thick, hot rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering against the tight, wet walls of Mittelt's pussy. Another followed, then another, a seemingly endless flood of pleasure and submission that filled the small, fallen angel with a sticky mess. His body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm against the soft, female flesh that imprisoned him,
The feeling of him filling her, the hot, sticky warmth of his cum painting her insides, was too much for Mittelt. The pleasure, the humiliation, the overwhelming, mind-shattering assault on her senses, sent her over the edge.
"Ahn... ah... I-I'm cumming!" she cried out, her back arching in a violent, shuddering spasm. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, a rhythmic, milking squeeze that seemed to pull every last drop of cum from him. Her small, perky tits bounced with each convulsion, a mesmerizing, yet humiliating display that made her want to scream with pleasure and shame. Her body went slack, a final, shuddering sigh escaping her lips.
The tightening of Mittelt's pussy around Naruto's shaft was a new, intense sensation for Koneko. She felt him convulse, saw him empty himself into the fallen angel, and a flicker of triumphant satisfaction sparked in her golden eyes. With a final, brutal, punishing stroke, she slammed the strap-on home, burying it to the hilt inside him. She held him there, her small, athletic body pressing against his, a final, possessive claim on the man who had once defied her.
The sight of it all, the sheer, overwhelming spectacle of submission and pleasure, was too much for the two fallen angels watching. The humiliation, the degradation, the public admission of their inferiority, was too much for them.
Raynare, with her round ass a bright, stinging red from Asia's spanking, let out a long, low moan. Her body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm that sent her collapsing forward to the floor. Her hips bucked, a frantic, desperate rhythm that was a clear, unspoken sign of her orgasm. Her juices flooded from her, a glistening, sticky mess that pooled on the polished wooden floor, a clear, undeniable testament to the overwhelming power of the devils who had so completely and utterly broken her.
Kalawarner, who was still humping the air, her massive tits bouncing and jiggling in a humiliating yet hypnotic rhythm, was not far behind. A high-pitched, keening wail escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure and shame. Her body went rigid, her back arching in a perfect, painful curve. Her massive tits, which had been her source of pride and confidence, now seemed to betray her, jiggling and bouncing with a life of their own. Her own juices flooded from her, a glistening, sticky mess that trickled down the inside of her thighs in a testament to her complete and utter submission.
The clubroom was silent, the only sounds the ragged, panting breaths of the spent and the defeated. They lay in a tangle of limbs, a mess of sweat, cum, and shame. The fallen angels were broken, their pride shattered, their bodies betraying them in the most humiliating way possible. Naruto was a hollowed-out shell, a man who had been used and abused, a pawn in a game he had no control over. The Gremory peerage stood tall and triumphant, a picture of superiority.
Rias looked down at them, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across her face. She was a goddess, a queen of ruin and pleasure, a being of absolute power who had reduced her enemies to nothing more than quivering, whimpering slaves.
"See?" she purred, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. "This is what happens when you mess with the House of Gremory."
She then looked down at the three fallen angels, a picture of broken and defeated submission.
"Welcome to your new life," she declared, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, "I hope you enjoy being our slaves."
Chapter End
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. The Waifu Stealer will be posted next. There are 5 more chapters for this story on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar