Day Three.

I could barely sleep as my mind was tormented by disgusting, perverted thoughts throughout the entire night, my body experiencing the same fate as it was occupied not with the tentacles, but with my own hands instead. I couldn't control where they were desperately squeezing and pumping into. I've never experienced arousal like this before. It feels as if a switch were turned on and due to the circumstances of my punishment, I can't turn it off. No matter how much I try.

And trust me, I've been trying.

It's been this way ever since I visited LeBlanc. Just what did she do to me?

Once my alarm rang and I climbed out from my bed, I immediately noticed the sweat drying on my skin. I got dressed and marched my way to the changeroom, stripping down to nothing before stepping into the shower. Inside were three of some of the sluttiest maids in the mansion: Janna, Morgana, and Sarah - and I was disappointed to find myself lusting for them. I took the only spot between Janna and Sarah and immediately felt all eyes on me. I bet they were wondering why I was joining them. Usually if there is more than one person in here, I'd leave.

Not today, though. For whatever reason, I decided to stay.

Like a frail sheep pattering its way through an alley full of salivating wolves, I refused to look anywhere but forward, raising one arm over my breasts to cover two of my curse marks, hoping that none of these whores would look between my thighs for the third. With my free hand, I turned the knob in front of me and felt the hot, heavenly water fall against my skin. I waited for them to look away, and then I reached for some body wash before uncovering myself and squirting some into my palm. I started lathering my body and discovered that I had no shame; sinking my hands into my breasts as I bit my bottom lip, pressing my thighs together while my fingers pulled onto my nipples. I shook my head, remembering that I wasn't alone in here, but despite the room being as full as my hands currently were… I couldn't stop.

"Oh…"

The sound echoed in the shower and I stopped what I was doing, dropping my hands back to my sides as I turned to look to my right to see Sarah staring at me. My eyes widened even further, and I realized I had been caught – or so I thought. Instead, Sarah looked as if she were trying to see through me, and I realized that she was looking for where the moan came from.

Because that moan wasn't mine.

So, I turned to see where she was looking, spotting Janna with the left side of her face smothered against the wall, forced to look my way as Morgana stood behind her with her large, pale bosom pressing into Janna's arched back. I moved my eyes away from Janna's pleasured expression, and as they lowered, I saw how her breasts were being groped by Morgana's greedy hands.

"Oh, Morg…" Janna breathed, her eyes falling shut.

I felt an opportunity arise once I knew Janna wasn't looking my way anymore, sinking my fingers into my soap-covered breasts. I was ashamed by how quickly I seized this disgusting opportunity, startled as I was reminded about the redhead behind me while my hands were filled with the soft flesh of my rarely-fondled mounds.

"Syndra! I knew you were a slut!" I expected to hear her say, but instead, she asked; "Are you going to join in?"

I was relieved to hear that I wasn't caught, or maybe just simply ignored, and turned around to glare at her. "No."

Her brow twitched as if I were preventing her from something important. "Then move."

I know a slut like her needs to seize every sexual opportunity she gets, so I stepped aside with an angry gaze. She marched past me and joined the two, falling on her knees between Janna and the wall like she was the missing piece of a puzzle, placing her hands on the elf's thighs before shoving her head between them.

"Ah…" Janna breathed, her voice faintly echoing in the shower.

I kept watching as Sarah ate Janna out while Morgana fondled her from behind. It felt like this was a once in a lifetime event, and no matter what, I couldn't leave or turn my eyes away… My hands rose from my sides once more and roamed my body in the guise of lathering it with soap. I thrust two of my fingers into my dripping womanhood, turning my head to face the wall in front of me, but not without keeping them in the corner of my left eye, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I suppressed the overwhelming urge I had to join them.

"Syndra." I heard one of them say.

My eyes widened as I froze up. I slowly turned my head to the left to see Morgana staring at me with this grin on her face, slowly pulling my fingers out from my womanhood and slithering my other hand away from my breasts as I twisted my face into a scowl.

"Join in." She said, her words almost like an order. "I know you want to."

Despite my wishes, I shook my head and groaned. I really wanted to just that. but I'm not some slut and I can't let these girls think I am.

She shrugged her shoulders before returning her attention to the back of Janna's head, allowing me to continue what I was doing. But I barely could enjoy myself for a few seconds more before I noticed a pink light reflecting off the wet, white tiles in front of me. My heart began to race, and I worriedly looked down at my soapy body to see the dim hues of my curse marks emanating beneath white bubbles. I stopped all that I was doing – and all that I was doing being fondling myself – and sprinted out of there as quickly as I could.

I was relieved to stumble into an empty changeroom, sprinting for my towel as I could feel the weight of the monster clinging to my lower back, its tentacles slinking against my body before I draped it over them. It barely did anything. You could still see them wriggling underneath - as if there were nine snakes slithering beneath a thin blanket. I watched as the cylindrical impressions moved up my body, coiling around my breasts and making it look like my bust was larger. I lifted my uniform and held it against my towel, taking a deep breath as I slowly walked towards the door. I opened it and peeked my head outside and once I confirmed that the hall was empty, I made a dash for it.

I left a trail of wet footsteps on the floor as I sprinted down the halls, struggling not to fall as I ignored the confused gazes that everyone was giving me. But as I was getting closer to my room, I was stopped by a blockade of one, single, prudish woman, Kayle; the unofficial policewoman of the mansion.

"What are you doing?" She asked, glaring at me with her arms crossed, her brow furrowed.

I slid to a stop and returned the look. "Get o- "

…!

My words were brought to a halt as I felt the tentacle suddenly thrust into my womanhood, clearing my throat and shaking my head while Kayle tilted her head at me.

"G-get out of my way." I continued, my cheeks growing warm as I looked down, refusing to meet her stern gaze as I walked past her.

I could feel her eyes glued to my back as I walked past, praying that none of the tentacles would pour out from the towel as I quickened my steps. My heart was hammering inside my chest as I continued towards my room, anxious thoughts flooding my minds as I was worried that the confused stares I received earlier were because they noticed what was going on beneath my towel. But that thought was quickly erased as I barged into my room, my uniform falling from my hands as my eyes widened at what I saw on the edge of my bed.

A woman with nine, white tails flowing behind her, garbed in a short, red dress which flaunted her long, crossed legs.

"How're you doing?" She purred.

As I met her lascivious gaze, I realized my own was contorted by pleasure, furrowing my brow before glaring at Ahri. She shook her head and chuckled, apparently unconvinced by my façade.

"Leave.' I muttered, barely separating my teeth.

Ahri scoffed and shrugged her shoulders before nodding her head, standing up to walk towards the door which I still stood in front of. I stepped out of the way, but she stopped just in front of me, the devious grin on her red lips growing as she flew towards me. Suddenly, I felt cold drafts against my skin, realizing that the towel was no longer around me, watching how it hung from her hand as her tongue slowly ran across her mischievous smirk.

"You'll need a much thicker towel to hide those." She stated, her whiskered cheeks reddening as her face began to reflect her arousal.

My teeth clenched tightly together as my glare grew more intense, standing on my curled-up toes with my lower jaw quivering. The heaves of my bosom got worse as my knees grew shaky, my mouth opening not to argue with Ahri, but to gasp for air. I looked away from her demeaning gaze with shame, closing my eyes as I was approaching my climax, only able to hear her chuckle amongst the sounds of the tentacles… enjoying me.

"Pitiful." Said Ahri.

As the tentacle pulled itself from my womanhood, its friends rescinding towards the portal, I felt the towel land atop my head, draping over my face. I pulled it off and sneered at Ahri, watching her strut her way out from my room and into the hall. I slammed my door shut behind her and turned the lock, dropping the towel before plummeting face-down onto my bed.

…

I was ashamed of the places my hands quickly sought, a frustrated groan pouring out from my twisted lips only to be muffled into my pillow. My carnal desires were rampant. I can't help but find myself enticed by the perverse, intrusive thoughts of Ahri which were flooding my tormented mind. I spent a good half-hour like this, edging myself just like the tentacles do…

It's only been three days. Why am I acting like this…?

Eventually, I got dressed, leaving my room to eat breakfast before starting my shift. Today, I have laundry duties with Sona, who happens to be the only maid I don't absolutely detest, and that's only because she can't speak. While we were working together, I found myself unable to peel my lustful eyes from her curves. The way her skirt flared open was one of two hints of the large, beautifully shaped ass it veiled, the other being the pair of thick and succulent thighs beneath it, indented by the top of her tight stockings. Her dress hugged her wide hips and tiny waist, and it must've been incredibly tight so that it could contain her huge, supple breasts.

I wanted her…

There is a lot of laundry to do in a mansion filled with so many people. With nearly all the machines turned on, the room was blistering hot, causing us to both be dripping in our own sweat. So, when Sona was handing me a basket of dirty uniforms, I couldn't stop myself from staring at those big, glistening tits of hers. I felt saliva beginning to pool in my mouth before I realized what I was so openly doing, looking up to see Sona blushing, her eyes looking elsewhere nervously. I shook my head, wondering why she was so bashful – a woman with a body like hers should be used to this by now.

I didn't bother with an apology as I took the basket from her. She then turned around and my eyes immediately lowered, landing at the bottom of her skirt, imagining the round ass hiding beneath that short skirt. I let the basket down onto the washer and bit my bottom lip, ashamed that my hands moved towards my breasts as I imagined us both naked, and against each other…

I was getting carried away.

I was startled as a bitter coldness began to suddenly slither beneath my uniform, feeling a few tentacles gather around my breasts as its friends went elsewhere. They wrapped around my waist and my hips, but I paid the most attention to the one brushing against the wet skin of my inner thighs. I bit down on my bottom lip and scrunched my face up, clearing my throat as it parted my dripping southern lips. It pushed its way inside and my mouth opened, allowing a quiet grunt to escape as the tentacle began to slowly pump inside of me. I took a deep breath of air to try and steel myself, lifting the lid of the washing machine in front of me before dumping the clothes inside and turning it on. My eyes then fell shut as my hands moved forward to grip onto the edge of the washer, feeling the tentacle inside of me getting quicker.

An agitated groan rumbled in my throat, inaudible over the many whirs around me as my jaw and knees began to quiver. My attempt to maintain my composure was proving itself to be a waste of time, as with each of the tentacle's slow, but harsh pumps would cause a small piece of it to chip away. Soon enough, my pants were getting louder, but I was still sure Sona couldn't hear them. My skin squeaked against the white metal as I gripped it harder, my toes curling up inside the front of my shoes as my heels rose from the floor.

"Oh…" I moaned.

I jumped as I heard something hit the floor, the hairs on the back of my neck rising as I opened my eyes and looked to my right. Sona was staring right at me, both her hands covering her mouth as her cheeks were even redder than before. I opened my mouth to form some pitiful excuse, but I looked down to see purple glimpses of the slimy tentacles moving beneath my skirt and a puddle of my excitement collecting between my feet.

No one could think of a way out of this, so I stood still and waited for her to scream, but then realized that she was mute. So instead, I waited for her to turn around and run away. To do something else but stand there and stare at me. But she didn't. She moved one foot ahead of the other with a concerned look on her face, and for some reason, extended an arm out as if she were offering some help.

I slapped her away.

I grunted and averted my eyes, feeling my legs get shakier, my body over-encumbered by the weight of the tentacles and the pleasure that came with them as I collapsed onto my knees. My palms came flat against the washer in front of me, my chest heaving as I looked down to be greeted once again by the puddle composed of my own juices.

Juices that weren't cum, but my excitement…

I was forced to stare at this horrible puddle which reminded me of my fate, refusing to see the horrified look that was likely on Sona's face. I tried my best to keep my mouth shut, but as I said earlier, each pump chipped away at my composure. My nipples were being tweaked as my breasts were being groped, my whole body being rocked back and forth as the tentacle inside of my womanhood became impassioned. I've lost count of the pumps, and so, I didn't realize I had lost my composure, too.

"Oh…"

I pierced my bottom lip with my teeth and widened my already-widened eyes, ashamed of the noise that slipped out from my mouth. I looked in the corner of my eyes, upset to see Sona's silhouette still there, her shadow casting over my bent-over body. My fingers began to slip down the metal of the spinning washing machine, my eyes rolling up into my head as I was overwhelmed by this pleasure. I was so close to cumming… and for a few seconds, I forgot that Sona was still here, watching me.

I began to worry as I noticed that the tentacles began to slow down, knowing that soon enough I would be left on the verge of climax. They came to a stop and I felt disappointed, panting as my frustrated grew, knowing that so long as these curse marks were on my body, this puddle in front of my face would never, ever, be cum.

And for who knows how long…

I hit the washer in front of me with my fists, letting out a guttural groan as I bowed my head even lower. This punishment is hell. I can't believe I have to deal with this!

I'll get my revenge. I swear.

I stood up onto my shaky legs, fixing the skirt of my dress while taking a deep breath of air. I stepped towards Sona despite my embarrassment, watching how she uneasily stepped back as I bent down and lifted the basket that she had dropped. I turned away from her and walked towards an empty washer, dumping the clothes inside, adding detergent, slamming the lid shut, and then turning it on. I then took another deep breath of air and turned to Sona once more, quickly closing the distance between us before wrapping my hands around her neck. I pushed her against a washer and bent her back over it, closing in on her face as I found myself suppressing this… overwhelming urge I had to place my lips against hers…

"I'm going to kill you if you tell anyone," I stated as my clasp tightened.

With a strained face, she nodded, and I noticed that I began to smile as I found myself pleased with this power I had over her. I've felt so weak the past few days, and so my clutch around her neck grew harsher, reminding myself that this is how I normally am. Her hands latched onto my arms and she tried her best to pull them away, but her strength was nothing compared to my own. As I realized how pitiful she was, I began to chuckle, feeling her writhe underneath me. But then I noticed another feeling – like the dampness growing between my legs…

This was turning me on… intensely.

I pulled away and shook my head. "We should continue as if nothing ever happened."

It took her a few seconds, but she nodded her head.

…

There was this thick tension now between us as we continued working, but nonetheless, we finished our duties despite how awkward it was. Afterwards, I went to go eat and then I decided I would visit LeBlanc again, waiting until it was after curfew before finding myself barging into her room.

To Be Continued.