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Robin still couldn't believe it. Andy's cum kept pulsing into her, thick and scalding, each twitch of his cock shoving another load deeper. He's flooding me…
When she finally caught her breath, panic slammed in. She tried to rise, but her legs buckled and she dropped to the carriage floor on her knees.
She looked down. Her pussy, swollen and flushed, throbbed. Semen poured out in slow, creamy streams, white and glossy, sliding over her inner lips, trickling down her thighs. A fat rope clung to her clit, dangling like syrup before it plopped to the boards. Another heavy strand oozed from her entrance, pooling between her knees in a sticky puddle.
It's all coming out… Robin pressed trembling hands to her face.
"What have I done?" she whispered, voice cracking. "Madame Roxanne will kill me."
Andy didn't understand anything, seeing the expression reflected on Robin's face. Suddenly, he remembered what Tina had told him that time in the dining hall: that the guards and maids were forbidden from having sexual relations or any act of a sexual nature with the brothel's prostitutes. Semen is a highly valued commodity in the kingdom. If it was discovered that someone had wasted their semen or was selling it secretly, Roxanne would punish them severely.
Robin's panic looked real enough to break her.
A slow, crooked grin spread across Andy's face—the same one he'd worn his old world when a married woman stumbled into his web without realizing the threads were already tightening.
He stood, tucked himself away, and zipped up. "Hey," he said softly, offering a hand like a gentleman. "We can make this disappear. No one has to know."
Robin glanced up from the floor, eyes glassy, cum still dripping from her in lazy rivulets. "R-really?" A single tear rolled down her cheek as she took his fingers.
"Of course." Andy's voice was warm honey. "I won't breathe a word."
Robin's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thank you, Andy."
He chuckled, low and teasing. "No, no, thank you."
She blinked. "What do you mean?"
The warmth drained from his face, replaced by a cold, arrogant smirk. "Don't you get it, slut? One word to Roxanne about you wasting brothel product, and you're done. Punished. Right?"
Robin's stomach dropped. "But… you promised to help me."
Andy leaned in, voice like ice. "I am helping. By keeping my mouth shut. For now." He lunged, one hand clamping Robin's heavy breast through the maid dress, fingers sinking into soft flesh. The other seized a handful of her plump ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
Robin's eyes flashed. With a surge of strength she flipped him, slamming Andy to the carriage floor. She pinned his shoulders, knees digging into his sides.
"How dare you, defective?" she hissed. "I could snap your neck right now."
Andy didn't flinch. "If you kill me, Roxanne will investigate. A dead product, a guilty maid. You're screwed either way."
Robin grip faltered. Fear flickered back.
Andy rolled, reversing their positions in a heartbeat. Now he loomed over her, forearm across her throat, eyes locked on hers. Not brute force—something colder. Control.
Robin squirmed, but his stare pinned her harder than any chain.
"What… what do you want?" she whispered. "To fuck me again?"
Andy's hand drifted down her thigh, tracing the curve. "Tempting."
"No—!"
He gripped her cheeks, forcing her gaze to his. "Don't resist. If you do, I'll tell everyone in the Brothel and Roxanne."
Andy's words were like a curse to her; they cursed her body with restrained rigidity. Anger, horror, fear, despair. Andy had seen many emotions like this in his life as a businessman, both in men committing suicide in his company and in women who could not fit into the society in which they both lived, for the simple reason that if you have money you are somebody, if you don't, you are nothing. That was the way the world was, and he was one of them, so he had to climb the ladder to gain power as he did before, destroying the big fish. While he endured all the pain of the process.
Outside, the first pink of dawn bled across the sky. Murkia Castle's spires rose in the distance.
Andy leaned close. "One deal. This stays buried. In return—you're mine. Sex slave. Partner. Whatever I need, whenever I need it."
Robin's breath hitched. "You mean… escape?"
Releasing her arms and face cheeks, Andy replied, "I'm just looking for someone to help me. I hope in the future you'll be my help when the need arises."
"Neighhh!" "Neighhh!" "
The carriage slowed. Theresa's boots crunched outside.
Robin was a bit puzzled but had little time before Theresa opened the carriage door and discovered her reluctantly and angrily. With a few tears in her eyes, she said, "I accept, I will be your slave and partner, you damned 'defective'."
Theresa opened the carriage door, she announced, "We have arrived." Suddenly, her expression changed, "What's wrong with them? They look a little anxious.
Robin sat rigid, cheeks burning crimson, eyes fixed on her own knees. Shame rolled off her in waves.
Andy stood beside her, one hand casually slipped under the back of her skirt, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh of her ass. A smug little smirk played on his lips, like a cat who'd already swallowed the canary.
Theresa's gaze flicked between them, lingered on Robin's flushed face, then on Andy's too-satisfied grin and the way his arm disappeared behind the maid.
"You okay, Robin?" Theresa asked, brow creasing.
Robin opened her mouth.
"Y-yeah, nothing's wro—"
Right then Andy slid two fingers straight into her still-dripping pussy, slow and deep, curling them just enough.
"—ngh…" The word cracked into a sharp, helpless moan she couldn't swallow.
Theresa's eyes flicked to the hand disappearing under fabric, then to Robin shaking and Andy playing innocent.
She sighed, shrugged.
"Sure. Whatever you say."
Theresa grabbed Andy by the arm, hauled him down the carriage steps, and snapped the thin chain onto his iron collar with a sharp clink.
She gave it a tug, just hard enough to remind him who held the leash.
"Welcome to your new office, Mr. Alien," she said, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Murkia Castle. Try not to die… or executed before payout ."
Andy stumbled onto the gravel, lifted his head, and finally saw it.
Holy fuck, he thought, the chain cold against his throat. This just got real.