Prompt: Ritsuka and Kiara had been sent to Vegas to resolve another Casino singularity... but this one was a bit different. The casino only served upper class clientele, and the only way in was as an employee... So Ritsuka and Kiara were undercover as waitresses. Said waitresses were required to wear skimpy bunny suits... and Kiara was maybe enjoying herself a bit too much. One ill-timed grope from her supposed ally later, and Ritsuka was now about to get raped by dozens of men... BECAUSE HER SERVANT HAD RAPED HER! How was that fair...?
Tags: Ritsuka/Kiara Sessyoin/OCs, Gangbang, rape, more dubcon really, almost mindbreak, bunny suits, slight yuri.
The neon lights of the sleazy casino cast a garish glow over the crowded floor as Ritsuka, with a forced smile plastered on her face, carefully balanced two trays filled with steaming drinks. The tight, skimpy bunny suit she was forced to wear dug into her skin, leaving little to the imagination, and the weight of the trays caused her breasts to jiggle with every step she took. She was all too aware of the lecherous eyes that followed her, men licking their lips at the sight of her youthful body. Perverts . The air had the scent of cigars and sweat, a cacophony of drunken laughter and clinking chips assaulting her ears. Ritsuka was only here to secure the Holy Grail and get out, this was just a means to an end for her.
She blushed and looked away as she watched one blonde girl- completely naked give a lap dance to one of the wealthy patrons. One hand was on her hip, the other grabbing at her chest. The girl moaned loudly, an obviously fake sound made to encourage the behavior of these degenerates.
Kiara, on the other hand, reveled in the atmosphere, her own curves displayed to perfection in a similar outfit that clung way too tightly to her voluminous figure. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she observed the men ogling them, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She sidled up to Ritsuka, her own tray of drinks held with an ease Ritsuka could only resent. Why did everything that nun did have to be so sensual? Her moving closer to Ritsuka moved their eyes to Ritsuka!
"Master," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr, "Why so tense? We're supposed to blend in, remember?"
Without warning, Kiara reached out and gave Ritsuka's ass a squeeze, the action so sudden that Ritsuka nearly dropped her tray. The drinks sloshed dangerously, and she tightened her grip just in time to prevent a catastrophe. But as she turned to glare at Kiara, she caught the smug look on her servant's face and realized the gesture had been anything but accidental.
"What the hell, Kiara?" she hissed, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kiara feigned innocence, her golden eyes dancing with amusement. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked a little distracted."
"It's just…" She jerked her head awkwardly in the direction of the blonde who was now on her knees, fiddling with a zipper.
"Ah," Kiara nodded. "You regret the decision you made to merely serve as a waitress. We would be done here already if you had just agreed with my proposition of being a whore."
"That's not it!" Ritsuka exclaimed, a little too loudly, drawing the eyes of many around the casino. "I-I.."
"Sure thing Master," Kiara smiled warmly- fake and turned away from her. "Let me know when you stop hiding your desires."
A wealthy businessman, a man with a thick mustache and a gold chain around his neck, watched the exchange with a leer. He was the epitome of sleaze, his eyes roving over the two of them, as if he could see through their costumes. Ritsuka felt a shiver of revulsion and hoped that he wouldn't be too handsy with the waitress. Theoretically , the casino had a no touching policy… but they weren't very good at enforcing it in this den of decadence, security only stepping in if the men tried to do more than touch a waitress.
She would get her wish. As she approached the man, her heart racing from Kiara's earlier touch, her mind was elsewhere. And that was when it happened. Kiara leaned in again, her hand reaching for Ritsuka's waist, but this time, she was not so gentle. She groped her firmly, her fingertips digging into the flesh under the elastic waistband of her costume. It left a mark on her skin. Ritsuka's eyes widened in shock, and she stumbled, the tray tilting precariously.
The next moment, the steaming drinks cascaded over the businessman, the dark liquid seeping into his expensive suit and the sound of his furious bellow filling the air. He leaped to his feet, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red as the heat from the drinks and his rage intermingled.
"You clumsy whore!" he bellowed, his spittle flying.
The surrounding men's eyes widened in a mix of shock and anticipation, while the security team looked on with a stern glare, their eyes gleaming with the promise of retribution. Ritsuka's horror grew as she saw the expression on Kiara's face, a smug look of satisfaction that sent a shiver down her spine. What had she gotten herself into? Why was her servant so… so… Kiara .
Two burly guards approached, one with a look of barely concealed glee and the other with a stoic indifference. They grabbed Ritsuka and Kiara firmly by their arms, leading them away from the soaked, fuming businessman. The crowd of gamblers parted like the Red Sea, allowing the quartet a clear path through the casino floor to the back offices. The security guards were unceremonious in their handling, yanking them along as if they were nothing more than misbehaving pets. Ritsuka stumbled in her high heels, lacking the experience in them to maintain her balance, the costume's flimsy material offering no protection from the rough treatment.
As they were brought before her, Altria's gaze swept over the two drenched bunny waitresses, her eyes lingering on the reddened handprint on Ritsuka's ass. "You two seem to have made quite the mess," she said, her voice as smooth and cold as ice. "I expect better from my employees. But," she leaned in, a predatory smile curling her lips, "perhaps there's a way for you to make up for it..."
"Altria! I can explain!" Ritsuka pleaded.
"Do I know you? I believe this is the first time we've met," Altria looked her up and down. "You will refer to me as Ms. Pendragon." Ritsuka bit her lip. Right , this wasn't the Altria she knew from Chaldea, but the ruler of this cursed singularity.
Ms. Pendragon's smile grew wider, revealing perfectly straight, gleaming teeth. "Your clumsiness has cost my casino a valued patron's satisfaction. I cannot let such a transgression go unpunished. But," she paused, her eyes traveling back and forth between the two of them, "I am feeling... generous tonight."
"Your punishment," Ms. Pendragon announced, her voice echoing through the room, "will be to serve as entertainment for my security staff who managed to defuse that messy situation. Twenty-four hours in the break room. I'm sure they could use a little... relief."
"Please Altr- Ms. Pendragon," Ritsuka pleaded. "It was an accident, it won't happen again!"
"Ah, but the damage is done," Ms. Pendragon said, her voice dripping with feigned disappointment. "You see, in my casino, accidents are not tolerated. Especially not when they ruin the evening of one of our most valued patrons."
Kiara's eyes sparkled with excitement. "It sounds like a delightful way to make amends, Master," she cooed, her hand sliding around Ritsuka's waist in a comforting gesture that was anything but comforting.
Ritsuka's stomach churned at the thought of being used like this. "I-I can't do this," she stammered, her voice shaking.
Ms. Pendragon's smile turned into a scowl. "You have two choices," she said coldly. "Serve your punishment or leave my casino and never return. If you choose the latter, not only will you be fired, but you will be banned from ever setting foot here again. And I'm quite sure you need the money... why else would a pretty innocent little thing like you work here?"
Ritsuka's mind raced. The Holy Grail was here, somewhere. If they were banned, their mission would be over before it even began. With a heavy heart, she nodded. "We'll do it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ms. Pendragon's smile returned, even more terrifying than before. "Excellent," she said, clapping her hands together. "I knew you'd see things my way. Now, do not keep the boys waiting."
The guards dragged them through the back corridors of the casino, the walls lined with flashing lights and the air thick with the smell of greed and desperation. The floor grew sticky with the remnants of spilled drinks and some… other fluids. The break room was a stark contrast to the glitzy facade of the casino floor, a dingy space with a worn-out couch, a couple of plastic chairs, and a rickety table holding a half-eaten pizza. The room was filled with the grumbling and jeers of the security staff, a mix of burly men with greasy hair and leers that made Ritsuka's skin crawl.
Kiara wiggled in her captor's grasp, a glint in her eye as she whispered into Ritsuka's ear, "This will be fun, Master. Just think of it as a more… satisfying field mission."
Ritsuka felt a wave of nausea wash over her. "Kiara, I can't do this," she whispered back, her voice tight with fear.
"Oh, but you can," Kiara said, her voice a silky purr. "And I'm going to make sure you do." With that, she kissed Ritsuka's cheek, the gesture somehow more chilling than the fate that awaited them.
The guards tossed them onto the couch, and the room fell silent as the security staff circled around them. The first man stepped forward, a bead of sweat rolling down his thick neck. His eyes were dark and hungry as he looked Ritsuka up and down. "I've had my eye on you, little rabbit," he leered, reaching out to grab her.
"No, please!" Ritsuka screamed, struggling against his iron grip. But Kiara was already leaning into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she encouraged him. The man's meaty hand found its way to Ritsuka's breast, squeezing roughly, his thick fingers leaving red marks on her pale skin. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes darting to Kiara for some sign of solidarity.
"Don't worry," Kiara whispered, her breath warm against Ritsuka's ear. "You're going to love it, just like I do."
But love was the last thing Ritsuka felt as the man yanked her to her feet, forcing her to face the room of leering men. Her heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing with a mix of fear and anger. She wanted to fight, to resist, but the mission was more important. The Holy Grail was here, and she had to find it.
"Take it off," the man barked, gesturing to her bunny costume. Ritsuka's trembling hands began to untie the strings that held the flimsy outfit together. With each loop that gave way, she felt more exposed, more vulnerable. The room grew hot, the air thick with lust and anticipation.
"That's right," Kiara murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Show them what a good little waitress you are."
The costume fell away, leaving Ritsuka in nothing but her underwear. The men's eyes devoured her, their leers making her want to shrink away. But she steeled herself, taking a deep breath as she stepped out of the discarded fabric.
The man reached for her again, his hand snaking around her waist. He yanked her closer, his breath hot and sour as he whispered, "You're going to be our little plaything for the next twenty-four hours. And we're going to have a good time with you."
Ritsuka's stomach twisted, but she remained silent, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. Kiara, on the other hand, was already shedding her own costume, her generous breasts spilling out with a seductive jiggle. "Come on, Master," she called out, her voice sweet and inviting. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget."
The first guard stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Ritsuka's body. "You first," he said, his voice gruff. "Get on your knees."
Ritsuka's eyes filled with tears, but she did as she was told, her knees hitting the sticky floor with a wet smack. The man unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to the floor to reveal his erection. She stared at it, feeling the bile rise in her throat.
"Open up," he ordered, and Ritsuka had no choice but to obey. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her face closer to his crotch. "And don't you dare bite me," he warned, his breath hot against her cheek.
As the man thrust into her mouth, Ritsuka's mind went blank. She focused on the feel of the floor beneath her, the smell of the stale pizza, anything but the violation happening to her. Kiara's voice was a distant echo, encouraging her, urging her to take it all, to be the perfect servant. But all Ritsuka could think was that she had to endure this, had to keep up the facade, and had to find the Holy Grail.
The guard's cock was thick and unwieldy, pushing down her throat like a hot, pulsing invader. She gagged, her eyes watering as she fought the urge to pull away. His hand was a vice around her neck, controlling her movements as he fucked her face with brutal efficiency. Ritsuka could feel the other men's eyes on her, their lustful grunts and jeers ringing in her ears. Her throat burned with each thrust, her gag reflex battling against the intrusion.
"Take it, bitch," the man snarled, his hand tightening in her hair. Ritsuka's eyes grew wide with fear and pain as he pushed deeper, her nose pressing against his pelvis. He held her there, her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to breathe around his girth. When he finally pulled out, she coughed and sputtered, her throat raw and bruised.
Kiara was in the throes of her own degradation, eagerly stroking two more men as she watched Ritsuka's ordeal. "Oh, you're so good at this, Master," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Look how much they enjoy you."
One of the men grabbed Ritsuka's chin, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were glazed over with lust as he slapped her cheek with his cock. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" he sneered.
Ritsuka nodded, tears streaming down her face. She had no choice. For the mission , for their survival, she had to go through with this. With a resigned sigh, she opened her mouth again, and the man plunged back in, his hips pumping as he used her mouth like a fucktoy.
Kiara, on the other hand, was experiencing nirvana. Her breasts were being squeezed and abused by the man in front of her, his calloused hands kneading and pinching her nipples. She moaned, her eyes half-closed as she lost herself in the sensation, her hand moving faster and faster over his shaft. "Oh yes," she murmured, her voice breathy. "Just like that."
The other two men watched with hungry eyes, stroking themselves as they waited their turn. "I want some of that," one of them said, reaching out to grab Ritsuka's ass. She flinched but did not protest, her mind numb to the pain and humiliation.
The first guard pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Your turn," he said, gesturing to the next man in line. Ritsuka felt the bile rise in her throat, but she knew she had to keep going.
The second man stepped forward, his cock already hard and dripping with precum. He grabbed her head, pushing it down towards his crotch. "You're going to swallow every drop," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Ritsuka took a deep breath and braced herself for the next round of degradation. Kiara watched with a twisted smile, her own hands busy with the men before her. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with a sadistic glee that sent chills down Ritsuka's spine.
The second guard began to face-fuck her, his hips bucking as he slammed into her mouth. Ritsuka felt like she was drowning, her nose buried in his thick pubic hair as he held her in place. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, but she couldn't pull away.
"Look at her," Kiara cooed to the others, her voice a siren's song of pleasure. "Isn't she just the best little whore?"
The room erupted in crude laughter, and Ritsuka felt the last shreds of her dignity slip away. She was nothing but a plaything to these men, a means to an end. But she had to keep going, had to find a way to get through this, for the sake of the mission . She couldn't fail Chaldea, not when they were counting on her.
With each thrust, she grew more desperate, her eyes pleading for this to end. But the men took no notice, their eyes locked on her bobbing head and the tight, wet grip of her throat. The smell of sweat and sex grew stronger as the guard pumped into her mouth, his grunts growing louder and more primal. Ritsuka's eyes watered uncontrollably as she tried to keep up, her throat burning with pain.
Kiara watched with a twisted smile, her own pleasure growing as she saw the agony in Ritsuka's eyes. "That's it," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Take it all, my sweet little Master."
The second guard chose that moment to claim her cunt, his cock thick and menacing as it hovered above her trembling body. He wasted no time, pushing the tip against her entrance, spreading her legs wider. Ritsuka's eyes went wide with horror as she realized what was happening.
"You're going to love this," Kiara whispered, her breath hot against Ritsuka's ear. "It's what you were made for."
The man's cock slammed into her, tearing through her virginity without mercy. Ritsuka's scream was muffled by the dick in her mouth, the pain a searing white-hot knife slicing through her core. She felt herself stretch around him, her body trying to reject the intrusion. But he was relentless, pushing deeper and deeper until he was fully seated within her.
"Oh, yes," Kiara purred, her own legs spread wide as she welcomed the biggest cock in the room. "Fuck me like you mean it," she demanded, her voice a siren's call to the men. "Her too! Ruin her for other men by claiming her virgin cunt."
Ritsuka could feel the man's cock sliding in and out of her, the dryness of her pussy creating a harsh friction that brought tears to her eyes. She tried to squirm away, but the first guard's hand remained firm on the back of her head, keeping her in place.
"Don't you dare hold back," Kiara told the men, her voice a mix of pleasure and malice. "Give us everything you've got."
The man in her pussy took her at her word, his hips moving faster and harder, each thrust sending waves of pain through her body. Ritsuka's eyes rolled back in her head, her gag reflex forgotten as she focused solely on the agony between her legs.
"Look at her, she's loving it," Kiara said, her voice a mockery of encouragement. "You're doing so well, Master."
The man in her throat grunted in approval, his strokes growing more vigorous as he neared his climax. Ritsuka's eyes grew distant, her mind detached from the horror of her situation. This was just a mission, she told herself, a means to an end. But as the pain grew, she wondered if she would ever be able to forget the feel of these men using her so brutally.
The room was a cacophony of obscene sounds: the slap of flesh, the wet gurgles of Ritsuka's throat, and the animalistic grunts of the men. They had become nothing but mindless beasts, their lust driving them to new heights of depravity.
Kiara, on the other hand, was in her element, her body writhing in pleasure as she took cock after cock, her cunt eagerly swallowing each one like a well-trained whore. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, a stark contrast to Ritsuka's muffled sobs.
But even as she suffered, Ritsuka knew that she had to keep going. For the mission, for the Holy Grail, for their very survival. And so she took it all, her body a battleground for their depraved desires.
The first guard grunted in satisfaction, his cock pulsing in her throat as he came. The hot, thick fluid filled her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow it down, choking and gagging on the salty taste. As he pulled out, Ritsuka gasped for air, her eyes watering and her throat raw. But before she could catch her breath, the next man stepped up, his cock already gleaming with anticipation.
"My turn," he said, his voice a gruff growl. He didn't bother with pleasantries, just grabbed her head and shoved himself into her mouth, deeper and faster than the first. Ritsuka's eyes bulged as she struggled to accommodate his girth, her throat muscles clenching around him involuntarily.
"Good girl," Kiara praised, her own moans growing louder as she rode the man beneath her. "Take it all for me, Master."
The man in Ritsuka's cunt grew more feral with each thrust, his hips slamming into her with bruising force. The pain was overwhelming, but amidst it all, she felt a traitorous spark of arousal. She hated herself for it, but her body was betraying her, growing wetter with each passing second. Her mind rebelled, trying to shut out the pleasure, but it was like trying to hold back a river with her bare hands.
"Look at her," Kiara crowed, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. "Our sweet little Ritsuka is a natural born whore."
The third guard stepped up, his cock already in hand, eager to claim his prize. Kiara leaned back, her breasts bouncing with each bounce on the man's cock, and nodded at the unoccupied naked man. "Use my mouth," Kiara ordered, her voice a siren's call. "I want a taste."
The guard's eyes lit up as he approached, and without hesitation, he plunged his erection into her waiting lips. Kiara's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside. She was a master at her craft, her mouth a velvet prison that seemed to coax the very soul out of the man's dick. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, and she let out a low, satisfied moan that resonated through the room.
Ritsuka, on the other hand, was a vision of pain and degradation. Her eyes, once full of fire, were now glazed over with a mix of shock and disbelief. She had another man's cock buried in her mouth, his hands fisted in her hair as he used her face for his own pleasure. Her throat was a tight vice around his shaft, her gag reflex long since defeated.
But as the second guard pumped into her, something changed. Her body, against her will, began to respond. The pain in her pussy transformed into a strange, unwelcome pleasure, and she could feel her walls start to clench around him. Her juices began to flow, lubricating his rough invasion.
"Look at her," Kiara said, her voice filled with amusement as she rode the cock beneath her. "Your sweet cunt is begging for more."
Ritsuka's eyes snapped to Kiara's, full of anger and humiliation. She hated this, hated feeling this way, but she couldn't stop her body's betrayal. "I-I'm not," she mumbled around the cock, her voice muffled and pathetic.
Kiara's smile grew wicked. "Oh, but you are," she said, her words punctuated by a bounce on the man's cock. "You're just too stubborn to admit it."
The guard in Ritsuka's mouth grunted, and she felt his cock swell even further. He was going to come, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She felt a strange mix of dread and anticipation, a sickening realization that she was getting off on her own abuse.
As the man in her cunt pounded away, Ritsuka's body began to shake, the tension building to an unbearable peak. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, a treacherous climax that she had not invited.
"Swallow," Kiara instructed, her voice like a whip crack. "Show them how much you love it."
Ritsuka's eyes squeezed shut as the man in her mouth reached his climax, filling her mouth with hot, sticky cum. She had no choice but to obey, her throat muscles working overtime to swallow it down. The sensation was repulsive, yet the very act of submission brought her closer to the edge.
The man in her pussy took notice of her wetness, his strokes growing even more vicious. "Looks like you're enjoying this," he sneered, his breath hot against her neck.
"N-no," Ritsuka whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I hate this."
"Liar," Kiara said, her voice a symphony of satisfaction. "You're so wet for them. You love being used like a cheap whore."
The words stung, but Ritsuka knew there was truth in them. Despite her mind's protests, her body was singing a different tune, one of lust and desperation. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as she felt the first waves of her unwanted orgasm crash over her.
The guard in her pussy chuckled darkly. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" he taunted. "You're going to show us how much you love being our little slut."
And as much as she didn't want to, Ritsuka felt her body tighten, her muscles spasm, and with a silent scream, she did just that. Her body betrayed her, her pussy clamping down on the invading cock as she came, her juices drenching him in her unwilling pleasure.
The room erupted in cheers and catcalls, the men's excitement reaching a fever pitch. They watched as Kiara's voluptuous body bounced on the guard's cock, her large, E-cup breasts jiggling with each rhythmic motion. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy as she took in the sensation of the man's length pumping into her. The guard holding her hips had a look of pure concentration, his eyes never leaving the spot where they were joined. Meanwhile, she had another cock in her hand, stroking it lazily, her slender fingers wrapped around the thick shaft.
As the man beneath her reached his climax, Kiara's eyes snapped open, and she leaned forward, her hand moving to the base of the cock in her mouth. She took him in deep, her cheeks hollowing, and she began to bob her head with more urgency. The guard holding her face grunted in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. When he finally came, Kiara didn't flinch, swallowing every drop with a look of pure satisfaction.
But as soon as she had finished, she slammed her hand down on the bed, making the springs squeak in protest. "Not good enough," she pouted, her voice dripping with dissatisfaction. "I want more. Give me your best."
The man who had just filled her pussy with his cum looked surprised but didn't protest as he pulled out. He was immediately replaced by another eager guard, his cock already slick with lube. Ritsuka felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she watched Kiara's face light up with excitement.
"This one," Kiara pointed to the next man in line, her finger lingering on his crotch. "I want you to fuck my ass."
The guard's eyes widened, but he didn't argue. He stepped forward, his cock bobbing in anticipation. Ritsuka felt the bile rise in her throat as she watched her servant, her friend, demand such a degrading act. But she knew that this was all part of the game for Kiara, the masochistic thrill of being used and abused.
The man who had been fucking her Ritsuka's pussy took a moment to appreciate the view before he slammed back into her, his grip on her hips tightening. The pain was intense, but Ritsuka had grown used to it by now. Her eyes remained on Kiara, whose face was a picture of rapture as she prepared for the next round of her punishment.
The man at the front of the line stepped up, his cock already glistening with pre-cum. He didn't bother with pleasantries, simply pushing Ritsuka's face down onto his shaft. She choked, her nostrils flaring as she tried to adjust to the thickness and the smell of his arousal.
"Make sure she doesn't forget who she is," Kiara said, her voice still a purr despite having a cock in her bowels. "When you're done, cover her face in your cum. Remind her she's nothing but our whore."
The man grunted his agreement, his hips jerking as he began to fuck Ritsuka's face with a brutal enthusiasm. She could feel her jaw beginning to ache, but she didn't dare protest. Not with Kiara's eyes on her, not with the weight of the mission hanging over her head.
Kiara was across the room, but it sounded as if she was whispering directly in Ritsuka's ear, "Take it like a good girl, Master." The words sent a shiver down Ritsuka's spine, and she felt a fresh wave of anger and humiliation wash over her. But she knew that this was their path to victory, no matter how much she wished it wasn't.
So she took it, her mouth a wet, warm sheath for the man's cock. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering, as he fucked her face with increasing speed. The other guards watched, their eyes glued to the scene, their own cocks in their hands as they stroked themselves in anticipation.
And then, with a roar, the man came, spurts of hot cum splattering across Ritsuka's face. She felt it on her cheek, her chin, her nose, and some even entered her eye. She blinked, the salty fluid stinging, and tried to pull away. But the man held her in place, forcing her to look up at him as he painted her with his release. The other men cheered, and Ritsuka felt a deep, visceral revulsion.
But it wasn't over yet.
Kiara looked over from where she was, her own face a mask of ecstasy as another man pumped into her ass. She saw Ritsuka's plight and a wicked smile spread across her lips. "Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, her voice thick with mock pity. "You're so messy."
With surprising agility, Kiara slid off the man's cock and crawled over to Ritsuka. Her ass was red, her cheeks still spread wide from the recent invasion. She reached out and licked a glob of cum from Ritsuka's cheek, savoring the salty taste. "Mmm, so delicious," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Now, it's time for you to get the full whore treatment, Master."
The men holding Ritsuka chuckled, their hands moving to position her on all fours. She felt the cold, hard floor against her knees, and she knew what was coming. She tried to resist, but her body was too exhausted to put up much of a fight. The man who had just painted her face with his seed stepped aside, and another took his place. His cock was massive, and Ritsuka felt a surge of panic at the thought of it entering her. Had she really already taken one of those... inside her? How was she still able to move her legs?
"Now, now," Kiara said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Be a good girl and take it. After all, we're doing this for the mission , aren't we?" She gave Ritsuka's ass a playful slap, and Ritsuka flinched.
The man behind her didn't waste any time. He lined himself up and pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight anus. Ritsuka's eyes watered as she felt the burn, the lack of lube making it feel like he was tearing her apart. She whimpered, her voice small and pathetic.
"Don't worry," Kiara said, her own breathy moans echoing in the room. "It'll get easier."
But it didn't. The man behind her was relentless, driving deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. Ritsuka's insides felt like they were on fire, the pain unbearable. And yet, she knew she had to endure it. For the mission . For the Grail.
Kiara climbed onto the bed beside her, positioning herself so that her own ass was presented to the remaining guard. "Do it," she ordered, her voice a seductive purr. "Fuck her hard. Show her what she's really worth."
The man didn't need any more encouragement. He slammed into Ritsuka, his cock stretching her to the limit. She screamed, the sound muffled by Kiara's mouth as she kissed her deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of Ritsuka's mouth. It was a kiss filled with sadistic glee, with a hint of tenderness that only added to Ritsuka's confusion and anger.
"Mmm, feel that, Master?" Kiara whispered, her breath hot against Ritsuka's ear. "You're doing so well. So obedient."
Ritsuka's eyes searched Kiara's, desperately trying to convey her rage and pain. But all she saw was a twisted smile and the gleam of excitement in those golden eyes. It was as if Kiara was getting off on her suffering, and that was the most humiliating part of it all.
"Good girl," Kiara murmured, her hand reaching back to squeeze one of Ritsuka's ass cheeks. "Take it. Take it all."
And then, as if on cue, another man approached. He was large, his muscles bulging beneath his tight security uniform. He grabbed Ritsuka's hips and yanked her backward, his cock nudging against her already abused pussy. She felt him enter her, and it was like a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her. She hadn't realized how wet she was, how much she had been turned on despite herself.
The man groaned as he slammed into her, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Ritsuka's body responded instinctively, her hips pushing back to meet him, even as she wanted to scream in protest. She felt herself climbing towards climax, and she knew she couldn't stop it.
"Look at her," Kiara said to the room, her voice filled with amusement. "My little Master is enjoying herself."
The men laughed, their eyes gleaming with lust as they watched the show. Ritsuka's face was a mask of horror as she felt the orgasm build, her muscles tightening around the two cocks inside of her.
And then it hit her, a wave of pleasure so intense she thought she might pass out. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around the invading cock, her ass gripping the one in her ass. She moaned into Kiara's mouth, unable to hide her pleasure, and she knew the other men heard it too.
Kiara pulled away from the kiss, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and jealousy. "I want in on this," she murmured, her voice a soft purr. "Give me one of those cocks, I want to feel it too."
Ritsuka couldn't believe what she was hearing. But the look on Kiara's face was unmistakable. Her own body was betraying her, responding to the abuse in a way she never thought possible. The man in her pussy pulled out, and before she could even process what was happening, another took his place, filling her to the brim.
"Yes," Kiara whispered, her breath hot in Ritsuka's ear. "Yes, like that."
The new man began to thrust, his rhythm matching the one in her ass. Ritsuka's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with the two men using her. She felt a second cock nudge against her, and before she could react, it was pushing into her pussy alongside the first. The sensation was overwhelming, and she let out a keening wail.
"That's it," Kiara said, her voice thick with arousal. "Take it all, Master. You're doing so well."
The two men fucked her in tandem, their grunts and moans mixing with hers. The pain was still there, but it was now a distant second to the mind-numbing pleasure that was consuming her. She felt so full, so used, and she hated it. But she couldn't deny that her body was responding, that she was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust.
Kiara's hand reached down to stroke her clit, and Ritsuka threw her head back, her eyes rolling in her head. "More," she begged, the word slipping out before she could stop it.
Kiara chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you're going to get more," she promised, her voice low and seductive. "Much, much more."
And she was true to her word. The men switched positions, one now fucking her pussy with a ferocity that left her gasping, while the other took his place in her ass. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that she never knew existed. And through it all, Kiara watched, her eyes never leaving Ritsuka's, a twisted smile playing on her lips.
"Good girl," she murmured, her hand still working Ritsuka's clit. "You're such a good little whore."
The words should have stung, but all Ritsuka could feel was a strange mix of pride and humiliation. It was as if she had finally admitted what she had been fighting against all along: that she enjoyed this, that she was exactly what Kiara had always wanted her to be.
The orgasm that followed was like nothing she had ever experienced. It tore through her body, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. And when it was over, she collapsed onto the bed, her limbs like jelly. The men didn't stop, though. They kept fucking her, using her like the whore she had become.
"Kiara!" She tried to whisper but it came out as a moan. "May-maybe you were right! Maybe we should have just..." Her sentence was cut off by Kiara's lips smashing into hers greedily. Her tongue explored the inside of her mouth and Ritsuka moaned at the overwhelming sensations all over her body.
"I know Master," She whispered against her lips between kisses. Despite being subjected to equally as brutal treatment as Ritsuka was, Kiara had no problem keeping her composure. "We can be whores instead of waitresses once we're done here. It's much more effective and fun. Would you like that Master? Do you want to be a whore?"
"I would!" Ritsuka screamed as another orgasm washed over her body. "I will for the mission !" If only Ritsuka could be certain that was the only reason she wanted to serve as a whore.
A/N:A short and shameless smut prompt I started five minutes after finishing the Serenity one to get something completely mindless to clear the palette. Came out fairly well, although I think I did nothing with the bunny suits which was a missed opportunity.
Kiara was also under-utilized in the sex portion but mostly just served as the devil on Ritsuka's shoulder. Oops. Still by far my most successful gangbang yet, makes me optimistic that maybe they will be decent enough to not feel like just slop eventually, cause gangbangs are fucking hot. Hopefully the whole still focused on the mission but I like sex and want more now thing met the almost mindbreak request of the prompter. I still don't know how exactly to define mindbreak.
Yeah, don't have much to comment on this one. Next up is a Shirou Emiya/Astraea one that I'm kind of eh on how it turned out. Look forward to that I guess. Leave a like, favorite me and this fic to not miss future prompt responses. Please comment more prompts even though I have plenty, I like having options and genuinely just reading them. Chronological order of submittance has very little bearing on what I do next, I choose what's vibing for me at the time.
If you want to make me happy with the prompts you submit this time, I would appreciate prompts that do not include Shirou Emiya or Ritsuka Fujimaru (including alternates). Roughly 80% of all prompts submitted have included at least one of them as the lead, and another 10% of prompts or so are one of them getting cucked. Prompts centered around either someone like Shiki, Sōjūrō, Hakuno, or just your favorite male servant would be great. Literally anything but Shirou/Ritsuka or them getting cucked!
Or submit more with those characters and I'll still put them on the list anyways lol. It's a suggestion not a requirement.