Maid to Slave
By Olemgar

Story contains: Male/Female, Non-Con, Sexism/Misogyny themes, Impregnation, Mindbreak, Slavery and Bad-End content.


There they were. Finally, a chance to live their old life behind. Could have been sooner, but definitely not a moment too late.
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“Are we gonna be okay, sis?” The Indeedee asked. Caution showed clearly in her face.
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“Don’t worry, sweetie.” The Audino responded with a smile. “We were scouted personally. That means our looks are exactly what they’re looking for.”
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“I guess…” The Minccino said. “But what if we mess up? What if we break something and have to go back? What will we do?” She grabbed onto her tail tightly, hugging it like a kid would a plushie.
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“We’ll… just have to make sure we’re careful and don’t break anything.” She leaned down to pat the shorter chinchilla. “Big sis is here. We’ll be okay.” That brought a smile to the younger sibling.
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Still, the Audino had to keep her own worries in check. This was a big chance for them. The male who had scouted them looked a bit off. He looked just too fancy for someone walking around those parts of the city. But still, that was the best chance they would get to finally take the first step into their new life.
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Liz the Audino, Mila the Indeedee, and Brule the Minccino. Three sisters of the same father from different mothers. Liz was the oldest by a couple of days, with Mila and Brule being born right after. They didn’t know that much about their parents. Their mothers were gone by the time they could remember, and their father was arrested for a crime they were too young to understand at the time.
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Ever since then, they’ve been scrounging and surviving at Highlux, the capital of the Eastern Trade Federation. Their spot was too close to the Red-Light District of the city. They were lucky that laws and morals kept creeps away from them, but that was before. They’ve all just hit maturity. They needed a job, preferably far from there, to avoid being enslaved as forced prostitutes. It wasn’t an uncommon tale, and they weren’t about to let themselves be fodder for the statistic.
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Luckily, yesterday, a very rich-looking gentleman had found them and offered them three jobs. There was this mansion towards the western part of the city. They were to serve as maids there. They would be awarded a handsome salary, as well as lodging in the maid's bedrooms. As long as they managed to keep the house tidy for the owners and cooked for any residents or guests, they could finally be set free from their fate!
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And Liz was about to take them towards their brighter life. She looked with confidence ahead as the gates of the pristine mansion opened. The mansion wasn’t huge by most standards. One could even call it just a really big house. But its marble and luster gave away that it cost more to build it than the three sisters would ever make in their entire lives. An opulent house, but not too oversized. Liz knew they could do it. She had lived with them all for their entire lives. They were talented girls. And they were about to show it.
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They stepped past the gates, and before the entrance stood the same gentleman who had recruited them the previous day. An older-looking Fraxure, with a wrinkled face and fractured tusks, wearing a very fancy tux, welcomed them with a bow. “Welcome to the mansion, ladies. Allow me to reintroduce myself properly. I’m Tusk, and I live here as a servant to the master. And from today on, so will you. I’ll give you a tour through the mansion and take you to your rooms, where you’ll be living from now on. Make sure to pay attention and memorize the layout. We’ll be expecting you to start tomorrow morning at full capacity.”
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After introductions were given, the gals were given a tour around the mansion. While very rich, it was very cozy as well. There weren’t too many rooms. The outside almost looked bigger than the inside, how curious. They were taken to the entrance, where the corridors and stairs led to different parts of the building, the kitchen, with a pantry equipped with enough variety to cook any type of dish from around the world. To the master bedroom, where the master would spend his duty nights and store his surprising baseball bat collection. The bathrooms, ranging from the master bedroom to the guest ones, and the staff bathrooms, all with varying degrees of luxury, were quite pristine nonetheless. The garden, the library, the living room, the play room, there was even a big TV room, where the master imported one from Olympia and got a signal all the way from there. All the rooms were splendid and smelled of luxury.
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And after a long day of walking and showing off minor and major details of every room, as well as their duties within each one, they were finally taken to their bedroom. Since they were sisters, they agreed to share a single one, but with the exchange of getting the larger of the staff bedrooms. Three big beds, with enough space to laze around, their own bathroom, and their own closets. They looked fancy, even more for someone who wasn’t paying for the stay.
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“Wow!” Brule said with wide eyes as she entered the room in a hurry, jumping on the closest bed. “Dibs on this bed! It’s the comfiest and cutest!” The youngest sibling smiled with sheer joy as she played around like a little kid.
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Liz and Mila soon joined. They weren’t gonna chastise her for being so childish, even more with this being the first time they would ever have actual beds. Perhaps the first time they ever had a room over their heads, in fact. Liz did her hardest not to cry in front of her employer, barely succeeding.
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“I hope you ladies got it all.” Tusk said while turning around. “Your shift starts at 6 AM sharp. Your maid attires are in your closets. If you wish to have breakfast, you’ll have to cook your own, but as a welcome gift you may take anything in the pantry as long as it's within reason. Make sure to be clean and presentable in case the master arrives with guests. Understood?”
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“Yes, sir!” The three nodded with excitement. Pleased with the response, Tusk left and closed the door, leaving them to their devices.
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“Oh, man! I can’t wait to start! We gotta make sure we make a good impression so we can stay here forever. Have you seen the bathrooms? I could finally groom my fur properly!” Brule squealed as she couldn’t contain her glee.
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“Indeed.” Mila’s soft smile brightened the room. “But it’s getting late. We should probably get some rest. I can go downstairs and cook us a light dinner before we sleep. Would that be okay?”  
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“I would love that,” Liz responded. “Just don’t take too long. We’ll need all our energy for our first day.”


After a brief wait, the Indeedee returned with some veggie soup in her paws. Warm and light, just what they needed to have a refreshing sleep. With themselves fed with Mila’s cooking, and their beds neatly done by Brule, they were finally bound to sleep. With Liz in particular not believing their luck. A good home, a good job, and good food. They were gonna be the best maids ever.
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Liz was excited for tomorrow. Maybe they would meet the master! She wondered if he was the handsome type. She giggled as her mind drifted to sleep…


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The day started well. Mila was the first to wake up, as she often did, and went on to prepare the outfit for her sisters. By the time they were up and preparing themselves, the Indeedee had already finished their meal, having prepared a light but energy-filled breakfast for them.
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For some, being the middle sister could usually mean being the forgotten one, but Mila never saw it like that. Both Liz and Brule relied on her, and she paid it back by doing her best. The smiles on her sisters’ faces were everything she needed to start the day strong.
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And strong did they start. All three of them had woken up early and were ready for the day. Each wore their new and fancy maid outfit. They had one for each size, and so none felt too large or too short. Now properly dressed, they made their first stop at the entrance of the mansion and its living rooms. The living spaces needed to be done first in order to show their care in case of guests or the arrival of the master.
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Once everything had been cleaned, dusted, and polished, they got confirmation from Tusk that breakfast would only be needed for himself. Mila took it upon herself to do it while the others proceeded to the bathrooms and bedrooms.
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By eleven in the morning, they had already taken care of half the mansion. It was quite handy that it wasn’t so big that it would take them the whole day just to dust it all. The three of them were just enough to reasonably take care of it all, cook, and still take their time without rushing. Things were looking up.
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And then the announcement came. “The master will be receiving clients here around four in the afternoon. They’ll need refreshments, snacks, and all the recreation rooms prepared for use. I believe you’re up to the task?” Tusk said with his coarse voice.
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“You bet we are!” Brule said before them all. Mila and Liz nodded with confidence. That seemed to convince the steward, leaving them to their tasks.
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Now that they realized the master was bound to come, they redoubled their efforts. By three in the morning, the mansion looked like a brand new house. It shone everywhere it looked, and there wasn’t a speck of dust on the floor. They still had an hour, and everything was set.
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“We still have some time to go before our shift ends and the master arrives. What should we do?” Liz asked. Mila really looked up to her big sis, always wanting to take initiative. And the Indeedee did have an idea. “How about we prepare some of my special fried chicken? Might not be fancy, but I have confidence it can impress anyone’s taste. I can also sneak a couple for ourselves afterward~.”
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The Minccino jumped with excitement! “That’s the best idea ever! You’re the best, Mila! Meanwhile, we’ll make sure the meeting room is in perfect condition. An extra do-over shouldn’t hurt.” They all nodded as they proceeded towards their own assigned tasks.
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And soon, the master came. Mila was in the kitchen all the while, but she was alerted by Tusk. She kept on going with the dishes until Liz arrived. “Hey, ummmm… You’re going to serve the master and the guests, right?”
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“Mhmmm! I’m almost done! Should take it to them in five.” The Indeedee smiled while making the finishing touches.
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“Okay, well… Just be careful.”
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“Hmm? What for?”
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“I don’t know… Master looks a little… different from what I pictured.” The Audino tugged at her ear, like she usually did when nervous. A childhood trait that stuck around.
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Mila laughed in a comforting voice. “Don’t worry, Liz. If the master is the owner of such a nice place and the employer of a great man like Tusk, I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.” She said while putting the last of the food on top of a fancy tray, with steam rising from the fried chicken and herbal tea. She put her all into it, so she was sure the master and the guests would love it.
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With a spring in her step, she made her way to the room they were in. Her confidence was sky-high, and she was sure they would just love her cooking and want to contract her forever. Things were bound to only get better.


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Brule watched from the corner of the doorframe as the master and his guests chatted. Her tail swooshed from side to side in anxiousness. When she arrived yesterday, she pictured the master as a gentleman. A caring and rich man who would be fun to hang around with. But now that she looked upon him, he seemed… weird.
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He wasn’t that much taller than her, and he didn’t wear anything fancy. His natural features were all he wore, as most in the world did. The only “accessory” that he carried was his big wooden bat. Not exactly something to wear, but aside from his red scales and purple eyes, that was his only distinguishing feature. And yet there he was, chatting with Pokémon five times his size while not looking intimidated. In fact, the guests were the ones who seemed wary of him.
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She was scared… But as long as they managed to lie low, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? And that’s when she noticed Mila just at her side. She wanted to reach out and stop her, but it was too late. “Excuse me, master. I’ve brought you a few treats.” Her voice was as kind as ever. And that’s what scared the Minccino.
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There was a moment of silence as the males in the room stared at the Indeedee. Brule could swear she noticed Mila shivering.
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“...You may enter.” His voice was deep for someone his size. It managed to send a shiver down her spine.
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Mila gave a big sigh and took the tray towards the table. She retreated two steps and gave a bow. “I hope it is to your liking.” Her sister really sounded like an ideal maid. Maybe Brule’s fears were unfounded-
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“Fried chicken? Really?” The Snivy said with contempt. “My steward employs you, and the dish you first decide to prepare for me is fried chicken? You know that we have enough food in our pantry to feed an entire street, with every possible ingredient one could want. And you bring me oily pieces of chicken?”
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“...” Mila kept her bow down position, but from Brule’s position, she could see her eyes shivering.
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“...I’m feeling generous today. I’ll let this slight pass.” He hopped out of his seat to stare up at the Indeedee. “But you'd better remember that, while I might not look or be refined, you shouldn’t treat me otherwise. Understood?”
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Mila quickly nodded her head.
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“Good. Now leave us alone. We’re doing private business here.” He waved his paws at her, and she swiftly took three steps back before quickly walking out of there, and once out of view, sprinting as silently as she could.
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Worried, Brule chased after her. She didn’t get far. The Indeedee only ran as far as the nearby library before stopping in her tracks. Once there, Brule saw Mila fallen to her knees, breathing hard and sweating. “Mila! Are you okay?” The youngest sister rushed to the middle one, planting her soft paws on her shoulder.
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“I thought… I thought he would…” She looked nauseated. Like she was gonna hurl at any moment.
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“I can grab you some water. I’ll be-”
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“No need.” Liz’s voice echoed from behind them. “I got some with me. Here, take it.” The Audino kneeled beside the Indeedee, offering the water, which she eagerly took and drank down. “Don’t swallow too fast or you’ll choke. Breathe.”
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The Indeedee did as told, slowly downing the contents of the cup within. “Hey, Brule, can you grab us something for her to lie down? I want her to rest a bit before we carry her to our room.”
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The Minccino nodded and scanned the room. Her eyes immediately landed on the massive wall that was the bookshelf. One of those should do the job! There were so many books with so many different subjects. But that didn’t matter. All she needed was one thick enough to work as a pillow. Her eyes darted around until finally landing on one. “The Story of the ETF, Its Rulers, and Its Political Shifts.” It was the thickest of the bunch. And also looked like the most boring. Regardless, she grabbed the book and pulled.
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But the book didn't come with her. “What the-?” She tried again, and it didn’t budge. “C’mon, you stupid piece of overpriced paper, moooooove!” Annoyed, she planted her feet on the wooden surface and pulled with all her might. It budged. Or at least, its upper part.
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As soon as the upper half was out, Brule heard a clicking sound. She didn’t get a moment to process as the bookcase started moving. She let go of the book immediately, making her fall to the floor. “Ouch…” She rubbed the back of her head. “What was-” The Minccino didn’t get to finish. Where once a massive bookcase had stood, now loomed a passage into another room. A room way less clean than the others. A spacious area with wooden tables and chairs, and some sort of cages.
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A room… filled with female Pokémon. All of them were either gagged, struggling, sleeping, unmoving, or looking defeated. All of them were coated in some sort of white liquid. The conditions were appalling. This wasn’t a room that a dignified noble should have. This was… this was horrible!
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Brule rushed back to her sisters. Liz was about to ask. “Sis, what’s back there-”
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“No time to explain! We should quit and leave. Now.” She rushed, trying to grab Mila by the arm and carry her out.
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“W-What? Wait, what did you see? Why would you want to leave?” The Audino asked, terrified but already half-intent on leaving if Brule looked so adamant on it.
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“Tsk tsk.” A familiar deep voice came from the hallway. “Your first day and already causing trouble? That’s why you don’t hire cunts to do actual work. They can’t keep their noses to themselves.”
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The three sisters looked back in horror as a bunch of thugs stood behind him. Guests and others alike. So many tough-looking males, all leering down at them. Some with disappointment, and others with what looked like joy in the shit they got themselves into. Brule was always the most spry in the group. Maybe she could distract them long enough for them to escape. Maybe kick a dust cloud. Maybe-
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“Vine. Make sure they rest well.” Was all he needed to say before a cloud of what seemed like spores or powder descended upon them.
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Brule coughed as it invaded her lungs and tried to rush out. But her body gave out halfway through her step. Her muscles immediately loosened as her head hit the floor. She saw her sisters fall the same way. She wanted to scream, but her body wouldn’t let her.
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“Guess we got ourselves three new pieces of merchandise. If they can prove durable enough, that is~.” The Snivy snickered down at them three.
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Horror took her heart, and soon after, darkness befell her mind. 



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Liz felt heavy. Her eyes and body were sore, like she had slept on the floor like she used to back then. No, perhaps worse. It was like that time she hit her head really hard and spent an entire day bedridden. She didn’t dream. No, everything was blank prior to what had happened before she blacked out. She was helping Mila out when the master and his goons showed up and-
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Liz’s eyes shot open as she realized neither she nor her sisters were safe yet. She tried standing up, but she couldn’t. Her arms were behind her. She tried pulling them, but she felt some cold resistance around her wrists. Looking back, her paws were chained to the wooden bed she was currently lying on. Liz struggled again, but it didn’t budge. Fuck, that was bad.
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She scanned around, and the first thing she realized was the lack of her maid attire. She was completely naked. Not uncommon for pokémon, but still a bad sign that someone took off her attire. And then she noticed where she was.
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A closed room. No windows. The only light was the one hanging from the lamps above. It wasn’t completely dark, but the lack of any windows or natural light put her on edge. On the other side of the room, she spotted cages, all with female pokémon. Some were covered with spunk while behind their bars, while the ones outside their cages were being forcibly taken by males in the room. The pained sounds of the girls crying in agony while the males still forced themselves in made her gut drop. That wasn’t good. At all.
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And finally, when looking at the beds on either side, she finally saw her sisters. Mila and Brule, in the same situation as her, were chained and helpless. Brule seemed to be asleep, while Mila was quiet but with her eyes open. “Mila! Mila, can you hear me?” She whispered to her sister, hoping to catch her attention.
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Mila turned around and looked into her eyes. “I’m… okay. But I don’t know for how long.” She couldn’t hold the fear behind her words. And then her eyes widened in further fear. Liz turned to see what she was looking at.
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Or rather, whom.
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“Why, why, good morning, sleepy cunts. Glad to have you with us~.” The red-scaled Snivy was looking down at them from atop the bed Liz was laying at. Fuck, he was too close! “Guess you got a few questions, huh?” He grinned like a maniac. Behind him, half a dozen males leered at her with clear lustful intent. She gulped.
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But she had to remain strong. Even with fake bravado. Liz growled. “Let us go!!! We were just hired to be your maids! If you let us free, we won’t tell-”
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“And how am I supposed to believe that? A snatch, keeping her word? Please, as if I’m that dumb.” He said, kneeling and crawling closer to the Audino’s face. “But don’t worry, dear. I’m not going to off you or stuff. Nah, too much of a waste.” He cackled, raising his body to show off his twin erections at Liz. Fuck, he might only be just over half her height, but those lengths wouldn’t go easy in her. She might be a virgin, but she could tell it would be very painful. “Normally I spend time tasting your fear, but I’m short on time today. Since I got three more bitches to break~”. He said while positioning himself between her legs.
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“NO! NO PLEASE!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING, I’LL-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Liz cried out in pain as those cocks plunged in, immediately deflowering her. She winced in pain and discomfort of feeling so full. Tears escaped her eyes like a river, flowing down her face.
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“Ha! Taking a whore’s first time is always fun. Even more when they’re as loud as you~.” He laughed and began pistoning himself within her. Each push was like a jackhammer assaulting her womb. The spasms and throbs the lengths made within her hurt like hell. She cried out, wishing for him to stop.
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“Please… PLEASE! STOP!” She grit her teeth as she felt those two cocks pushing deeper within her, coating her walls with warm liquid.
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“Stop that! Let her go!!!” A desperate yell came from her right side. She recognized it as Brule’s voice, but she didn’t have the strength to turn around as her captor raped his way inside of her. Whenever she might have woken up, she was now watching her oldest sister getting taken. She felt so ashamed. Being debauched in such a horrible way in front of the most important people in her world.
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She breathed out whenever the rancid Snivy punched his cocks deep within her. Losing her virginity was already bad enough, but the pain was excruciating. The pain traveled through her walls and made her mind go crazy. It was terrible. It felt awful. It felt… good?


What was going on? Her mouth let out a gasp, and a foreign moan escaped her lips. What was that?! Why was she feeling good?! “What did you… do to me?” She managed to say amidst the onslaught on her body.
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The Snivy just smiled. “Welcome to adulthood, bitch.” And then he thrust his cocks once more, deeper than any of the previous ones. And with it came an explosion of warmth quickly filling her insides. Was that… No, no, it couldn’t be! The Audino remained stunned as her abuser left her cunt, with thick seed oozing out of her abused entrance as she watched on in horror.
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“Hah! Not bad for your first time. It’s normal to see whores almost fainting after losing their virginity. You might be a promising catch, after all. But only one way to find out. Boys.” He snapped his fingers, and from behind him surged his troop of minions. “She’s all yours. Make sure to test her to see if she’s a worthy shipment or not.”
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Just like that, the wave of lustful males descended upon Liz. Before being subjugated by what would be hours of uninterrupted defilement, she managed to see the master walking towards Mila’s bed. Cocks pushed inside her mouth, cunt, and ass, causing tremendous agony and unwanted pleasure through her body. And yet, realizing her sister would soon be suffering the same fate was more painful than any other abuse she was suffering at that moment…



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Mila wanted to scream. Right by her side, her older sister was getting raped by all sorts of nasty males. All of them reeked of unbathed hours of never-ending sex. All of them piling on Liz, raping her throat and lower holes like she was a plastic toy for them to use and then discard. The sight of spunk leaking down her holes while more and more was forced upon her was terrifying. She wanted to scream at the horrid sight of her sister being at her lowest moment.
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But she couldn’t. How could she scream when she herself had a pair of cocks plunged deep within her throat? She was choking. The air was being blocked by the massive snake meat pushing its way down her channel. It smelled pungent and musky. It was intoxicating in the worst way her mind could probably think of. It was repulsive, and she wanted to throw up. But… it also tasted good? The way her body was acquiescing to the forced intrusion on her mouth was maddening. She needed to get out of there. She needed to breathe! She-
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Her mind spiraled as she felt those hemipenes slowly crawling out of her passage. She coughed and hacked, and let in all of the air she could. “Breath, whore.” The Snivy commanded. “Don’t want you passing out during your first time. It’s an important first trial to see if you’ll be able to handle rougher stuff later in your life. Or if you’ll break~” He laughed. His purple eyes looked down at her as if she were some kind of toy. He was a monster!
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And yet why did he feel so… dreamy? No! What was that thought?! She shook her head and spit down the pre that had accumulated on her tongue. “You’re… disgusting…”
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He laughed. “Every girl says that at first. But with enough dick forced down your throat, I’m sure you’ll learn to love it. It’s like when you’re a kid and refuse to eat your veggies, right? Even if they’re good for you? Well~.” He stepped away from her face and jerked both of his cocks with his paws, painting her dark and white fur with his translucent essence, walking by until he was by her feet. The realization of what he was about to do hit her, and she struggled. “What is it? Don’t wanna join your sister in motherhood?” She shook her head in despair. “Too bad~. Buyers like proper proof that their product is able to get knocked up. And the most reliable way to do that-.” He plopped amidst her legs, pushing them aside as he planted both tips against her vulva. “Is to show the product pregnant~.” The Snivy pushed inside.
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Mila grit her teeth as she felt the pain surging through her. She wanted to scream. She should. But for some reason, she wasn’t screaming. And this time, there wasn’t anything barring her mouth like last time. She felt that same pain running through her body with each shove the master did inside of her, feeling its sticky rods prodding and pumping within her. Each thrust brought a shot of leftovers from his previous foray with her sister, as well as his productive precum starting to coat her inner walls. There was no reason for the Indeedee not to scream. And yet…
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Something within her brain was urging her to be quiet. That very same part that silently praised the master’s good looks. It wanted her to surrender. To allow him to do as he pleased. She… wanted it too.
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But the thought of her sister getting defiled right by her kept her grounded just enough. She could do it. As long as she remained strong, she would be able to survive this and form a plan of escape-
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He stopped and swiftly spun her lower body. When she came to, she was on her side, with her higher leg spread right above his shoulder. She looked down at his confident face. “Not a bad position, huh? One of many you’ll take during your lifetime~.” He thrust in once more.
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She felt like she was floating up in the sky. His tips pressed right up against her womb. The feeling of a male getting so deep and so powerfully within her. It… drew something primal from her brain. Something that seemed dormant was now finally awake after a long slumber. Her rational part was trying to keep her grounded for her sisters. For her to remain sane. But her emotional side screamed louder. And it screamed only a single word.
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Breed.
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She let herself moan aloud. Mila writhed in bliss as she was pounded like a cheap toy for those brute males to use. Each punch into her cervix was like a little piece of heaven touching her. She felt complete each time the tip would just barely break past her barrier and invade her most sacred room.
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She caught the Snivy smiling at her. “I’m getting close. I already came in your sister, so I’m okay for breeding for the day, so I’ll let you choose. Where do you want me to finish? I’ll do whatever you say~.” That was it. A chance for her not to be knocked up. To avoid this accursed fate that would take hold of her. All she needed was to say outside. To do it out of her. She just needed… to say that…
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“Inside… Please, knock me up.” She pleaded.
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He grinned, showing his fangs. “As you wish~.” With one last powerful thrust, both twin cocks pierced her cervix and throbbed, depositing warm and sticky cum right into her oven. She spasmed as she came on him, soaking them both with her juices as her insides sucked his cock like a gift from on high. She wasn’t a doctor, but something within her very self screamed into her soul. That she was pregnant from that.
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With a plop, the master pulled himself and allowed his handiwork to spill out of Mila’s vents. He didn’t say another word, just snapped his fingers, and a horde of waiting males descended on her. That was… wonderful.
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Such a kind master…



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Brule watched as the Snivy climbed onto her bed. She got to see all that had happened. Seeing both her sisters losing their virginities to this scary grass-type, and right afterwards being swarmed by so many males wishing to use any of their holes for nothing more than base pleasure.
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She watched it all. Heard it all. Smelled it all…
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As a Minccino, she was always super tidy. She would clean up any place her and her sisters would take for the night. Any trash nearby would be cleaned, and dust removed, and any sour-smelling element removed. She loved cleanliness. But by that same factor, she was very weak to smells. She would faint with a strong enough scent. And now here she was, her nose completely overtaken by the smell of masculine sweat and musky seed. At first, she wanted to puke. But after spending so long within that room, of taking in that scent. Her brain could only think of one thing.
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…She needed more of it.
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By the time the red snake had climbed the bed, the chinchilla had her legs spread for him. Her tail was out of the way as she wiggled her hips towards their captor. “Y-You smell really nice, you know…?” Her voice wavered within the fog that was her mind. She wasn’t thinking clearly. The only thoughts that crossed through her was the desire for more of that smell. And to her elation, the Snivy smiled at her presentation.
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“You came around faster than your sisters, huh? Maybe you realized you were a slut all along? Or did you realize you came to crave something?” He marched towards her, his cocks in full display, with Brule not taking her eyes off them for even a second.
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They looked so juicy. So hard and powerful. It smelled so… musky. Just getting close to her made her body convulse. Her juices flew out of her virgin entrance, soiling the bed with her clear liquid.
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“A bitch cumming just to my scent? Hmmm… Quite a perk you have.” He licked his lips with his forked tongue, lowering himself down so he was kneeling by the wet patch on the sheet. “But a bitch isn’t just her quirks, but also how tight you are. At least one of your sisters showed promise. Do try and keep the streak going, will ya?” He laughed as Brule got to see him prepare his cocks against her virgin entrance.
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Just like her sisters, she felt those pricks invade her most sacred entrance and tear her virginity away. Even within her lust stupor, she could still feel the pain of her first time. The way he pushed himself inside left no time to breathe or adjust. The moment he touched her womb, he already pulled himself back to tenderize her entrance. No regard for her well-being, just a toy to be used and abused.
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…And something within Brule’s mind adored that. She always loved helping others and making them smile. She didn’t mind making sacrifices in order to see someone grin with joy. And right now, she was doing exactly that. Giving her body and essence to a master she just met today. Her brain somewhere screamed that it was wrong. But every other fiber of her being told her one thing. That was her place.
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That was her purpose.
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Amidst the pain, she let out the lewdest moan of the night. Her eyes closed, and her tongue lolled as she felt every inch of both cocks ravaging her insides. “M-Master, please… I want more of you!”
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She felt something hitting her cheek. The ache of a slap burned within her, and yet she didn’t care too much. She was too lost in the ecstasy of being used. “You don’t order me, cunt. I’m the master here. You’re lucky I enjoy deflowering whores like you, even when they break too soon.” He sighed before pummeling onto her snatch.
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His thrusts were like a boxer hitting a sandbag. For someone his size, he really showed his strength. Her hips and ass quaked each time his waist hit against her cunt, letting their liquids fly from their union as he thrust in and out relentlessly. He breathed hard on top of her. Their sizes were similar, so his naturally big erections were really stretching her insides. And the way he leered from atop of her, his drool covering her face as he raped his way into her. It was simply divine. She felt tingly with each push. The pain and pleasure combined into a sensation she could never have imagined was possible. This was the best she had ever felt. Who cared about money? Who cared about food? She just… needed that… for the rest of her life…
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Her dumb smile was splattered on her face as she looked towards her master’s face. He was biting his lips for some reason. She soon realized why. With one last push, the Snivy pushed both of his cocks within her cervix and let out rounds and rounds of his plentiful virile cum. She could already picture it in her head. Her swollen Minccino belly, filled with his eggs. Maybe not just his, but also from the other males in this room.
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The Snivy quickly removed himself from her, and while up, he mustered up some drool in his mouth before spitting on her face. Any other day, she would have cussed him and cleaned in a hurry. Now? That was a mark of ownership over her.
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“Dumb broken bitch.” He said before turning around and waving her off, and just like that, as her sisters, a torrent of males swarmed her. She didn’t hesitate. She just opened her arms and legs and welcomed them in.
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After all, it was their right to share with her their most wonderful musk. And it was her duty to accept their advances. So was her job… Or at least that was what her brain told her. Certainly, all three of them accepted a job of becoming these males’ playthings, right?
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Well, no matter. She already had 3 cocks inside of her. And right now, that was everything she needed.



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“I’m very sorry for letting this happen, Master Thorne. I…” The Fraxure had his head bowed down in a display of utmost respect and regret.
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“Save it, Tusk. It’s okay. Shame we’ll have to look for someone else to clean the mansion, but at least we got something out of it.” Thorne stretched his body while looking at the three beds in the distance. By now, all three of them were covered head to paw in spunk. They reeked of the males that had used them for hours on end. And that was only the beginning for them.
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He observed from afar how they were handling it. As expected, the Indeedee and Minccino had surrendered to their instincts. They were crying out for more. Lapping their tongues with sheer worship around any cock or balls that got close to their mouth, while hugging her paramounts with their legs to make sure they unloaded it nice and deep within their wombs. It wouldn’t take long for their bellies to swell if they kept up like that. Not like he cared. They could benefit by selling those eggs, at least.
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No, what he really wanted to test was how durable they were gonna be. “Tusk. Ensure those three are fed in between sessions. Aside from that, don’t let them rest. If they faint, let the boys keep using them. I’ll give them a week to see how they’re going to fare.
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“As you wish, Master Thorne.” He bowed once more, and with that, Thorne left the room.
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A week had passed since he had given those orders. He lived his life as usual. Bashing the heads of anyone who dared challenge his authority, fucked some of the fresh slaves he caught, and did the menial and soul-crushing work that was paperwork for the gang. Signing contracts and keeping the Vizier updated was an important job that a gang like his had to do. And as the leader, he had no other choice but to do it himself.
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He had to return to the mansion to prepare for a meeting with some Ouroboros clients. They weren’t big figures like the Golduck, but still nobles that would be buying quite a bit of supply from him. While there, he gave his hidden room a visit.
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As ordered, his goons hadn’t given the girls a break. The sheer stench in the room would knock out a weaker ‘mon just by getting a whiff. But he was used to it. The Snivy took in the situation. The regular girls seemed to be doing okay. Broken enough, but still with enough defiance and a hint of hope to please the higher-ups who were coming. Meanwhile…
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The two younger sisters had been completely broken. Their eyes were unfocused, but still kept pleasing any nearby male. If they got the whiff of a cock, they’d open themselves to be used. They didn’t show any emotion or resistance. The perfect picture of a broken female.
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…Meanwhile, the Audino had held on, somewhat. She was still struggling and screaming with each cock that made its way inside her. She didn’t look as if she had been raped for a week straight. Her eyes were full of defiance and still willing to fight. Maybe it was her elder sister's instincts, making sure she held on for the sake of her loved ones.
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That all made Thorne get the biggest smile on his face. “Good. I think we have the results. Set the Audino up for transfer. Keep the other two chained. They aren’t good enough to sell, but the boys back home should appreciate a few more holes to fuck.”
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Nearby, Tusk nodded, and preparations were made.
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After a delightfully boring dinner with the Ouroboros nobles, they had been supplied with a new batch of female slaves. Audino included.
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“NO!!! LET ME GO!!! I HAVE TO STAY WITH THEM!!!” She thrashed and kicked with all her might, but the chains were too powerful for her to go anywhere. “MILA! BRULE!!! MILA!!!!! BRULE!!!!!” She screamed until her throat was hoarse, and tears were falling down her face like a waterfall.
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The sight of the eldest sibling in shambles reinvigorated some life into Thorne. He watched from his mansion’s window until her voice was but a whisper in the wind. Her new owners must have felt annoyed, because before they disappeared into the corner, they pulled out a gag while looking at her. Soon, her screaming had ceased.
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With his business done, the Snivy stretched his arms and groaned. “Fuck… Hearing her cry like that kinda made me horny. I might give her sisters a go before bed. They might be used goods, but the thought of fucking them right, the bitch maid made such a ruckus. Aaaaah, it’ll be fun at the very least.” He said to no one but himself as he made his way to the sisters. It was going to be a very fun evening.