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Just a normal run through Belobog’s shady underground fighting ring, that’s all it was supposed to be.
Beating the daylights of background characters (March kept telling her to stop referring to the people she saves as “characters”, but she isn’t her mom and a weird artificial human like her doesn’t have a mom to begin with, so joke’s on her!) may seem like a mean thing to do, considering she can borrow the powers of several Aeons, but it is for the greater good that Stelle comes here again and again. Gacha funds.
Really, with how new mobile games came out with worse and worse rates these days, there is no way the devs step anyone to roll for their favourite character without resorting to illegal means the way she is doing right now.
Stelle steps on Billy’s face, she doesn’t actually know his name but who cares so she chose to name him as such, and looks to the audience as she strikes a bodybuilder pose to bask in the glory of another round won.
Much to her concern, she hears boos instead of the usual round of applause.
The announcer picks up their phone and addresses the public with a worried tone.
“I know, ladies and gentlemen, it is not exactly quality entertainment to see the same person win again and again, but in all honesty we tried to reject her in the past only for her to bite us like a dog with rabies.” Ah, good times, Stelle thinks to herself. “So we had to get creative, and it landed us a way to give you great service you’ve come to expect from us, without having to risk getting rabies again! Wonderful, isn’t it? Get ready for the sport that even Aeons approve of, it’s…”
Stelle watches on as a muscular, and most importantly, naked man steps into the arena with a familiar white sphere clutched in his hand.
“BASEBALL!”
“I take it you have no complaints about the last minute change?” The man in all the glory of his sun-kissed olive skin points at her weapon. “Given you carry that around all the time, I figure you know the rules already.”
“Uhhhh, nope?” She just liked hitting people with a metal bat, she didn’t care to make a science out of it.
“What? This is why I hate women…” The naked pitcher grabs his own head. “Let’s keep it simple then, I’ll throw, you hit, miss the ball even once, you marry me.”
“Ew, I’m not into guys.”
“Fine, you lose, you become my platonic sex slave, is that good enough for you, Miss Lesbian?”
“So that means if I hit them all and win you will become my slave instead, nice!” Oh she could imagine so many uses for a gopher, she could just sit back and have him farm dailies on her gacha games for her, goodbye to the days of risking her account using an auto-farmer bot, the ToS may have mentioned that third-party apps are banned but they never said anything about slavery being forbidden. Ah, Stelle surprises herself with her Herta-level intellect sometimes.
“I don’t want you trying to argue your way out of this saying I caught you off-guard, so I’ll count nice and slow, one.”
Hey, isn’t it…
The pitcher gets in position, based on the way he moves you can tell he isn’t a novice, the manager of the ring really went all out finding someone who could beat Stelle at her own game.
“Two.”
Yet his beautiful technique isn’t what catches Stelle’s eyes.
“One.”
His cock sways too much! She’s used to tits being animated with jiggle physics in her mobages, but that paled in comparison to the disgusting sight of the man’s peerless length flopping around as he threw the ball with all of the strength his massive frame of pure protein could offer.
“You lost.”
Stelle follows the trajectory of his stretched hand with her eyes and finds the ball lying on the floor of the arena behind her.
“…no takesies-backsies, I imagine?”
The man approaches her, his cock giving lewd, gross swings with each step he took that infuriated Stelle more than the loss.
“Even G-cup tits aren’t that jiggly, no fair!”
“Come on, the hero who saved Belobog from calamity can’t even keep her own promises? If I recall, there’s a statue of you in the fancy museum on the surface.” The man drapes an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close so her face is pressed against his bulging pecs. “Maybe I should vandalize it, draw a graffiti that says ‘I’m a big liar’, what do you think?”
Urgh, the people pulling the strings behind this researched her well, the one weakness she had, besides being too humble for her own good of course, it’s that her ego wouldn’t allow her to brush off a defeat at the hands of a background character.
“You are right, what kind of lame MC breaks a promise.”
“…I said that because the boss told me to, but was that really enough to convince you to live the rest of your days as a sex slave.”
“Yes, I make my choices based on the highest code of honour I can imagine, which is asking myself, what would a gacha game protagonist do?”
“You are crazy as a goat, I’m doing the world a favour taming you, aren’t I?” The man places a kiss on her cheek, then licks her like she’s his precious. “I’ve been told you’ve got a really fancy home up there in the sky, show me the way.”
Stelle obeys, guiding her new master to the Astral Express.
“Welcome back, are you fine? I keep telling you one of these days you’ll bite more than you can chew at that arena.” March, who until now had been busy at work on her phone trying to take the perfect selfie, turns around and sees her together with the still naked hunk. “Who are you and what are you doing with my girlfriend?”
“I’m her master and this is my girlfriend now.” The tanned man sneaks a hand down her plain white t-shirt and cops a feel, making Stelle feel grateful for once that being an artificial Stellaron vessel dulls her facial expression, or else she would be bawling her eyes out by now. And we all know gacha game protagonists don’t show emotions, she wouldn’t dare break that sacred code. “Since you happen to have a phone on you, take a picture to commemorate our union.”
“There’s no way I would dirty my phone’s gallery with your sweaty muscles.”
Eh, did the stars decide to move to a different city because of gentrification? No, Stelle realizes it’s not the stars she sees through the train’s window that are moving, it’s her head that spun around after the man hit her, apparently his arms are good for more than just pitching.
“My luck is rotten today, I ran not only into one but two loser lesbians.” The man grabs her t-shirt and tears it apart like it’s a paper tissue. “You caused our business a lot of trouble, a woman should never do anything to get in the way of men, do you know why that is?”
“Because it would be too funny?” Stelle’s witticism only gets her another punch to the face.
“No, it’s because if she dares do something so low, she’ll get raped as punishment.”
The man rubs his cock all over her exposed chest, her tits are too small to give him a proper titjob, yet he doesn’t let that get to his spirits as he works on rubbing his cock’s musk all over her, claiming her as his property, his bitch.
Sobbing breaks out, she looks to the side and sees March taking picture after picture like she was ordered to do despite her face of despair, because as Stelle is quickly learning, a woman’s feelings don’t matter in the face of a man’s requests.
“Men are masters, women are slaves, you lesbians waste your time kissing each other to try and escape that fact.”
The man takes hold of her pencil skirt and yanks it down in one go.
“Really, I noticed it when groping you earlier, but no underwear at all?”
“It’s comfy.”
The man strokes himself until he’s rock hard, then lines himself up with her slit. “Oh, I agree, it’s going to feel real comfortable for me.”
He pushes himself forward, however, he stops when he sees a tiny streak of blood appear.
“Isn’t the cutie over there your girlfriend? How comes you are still a virgin.”
Stelle flails around helplessly, less because of the pain and more so because of the indignation of being raped in front of the one who gave her amnesiac existence meaning.
“I’m not a virgin, I just don’t like penetration so I always ask March to eat me out instead.”
“So she’s good with her tongue?” The muscular hunk motions for March to come closer, she does so shivering like the chihuahuas in the cute dog videos she always shows Stelle. “Prove it, lick my asshole”
“W-will you let her go if I do that?”
The man mocks her with a few domineering thrusts into her.
“No, but I promise I will at least pull out before I come if you do it.”
“You are a crappy negotiator, you minmaxxed strength and put no points in charisma didn’t you?” Stelle strains her rigid facial muscles in the best imitation of a smile she can give. “Don’t listen to her, honey, I’m fine.”
The man pinches her clit and Stelle herself is surprised to find out she can make such pathetic, high-pitched screams, it dawns on her that there are only two things a woman can do in the face of a man’s overwhelming superiority: First, to scream like this, and second, to get pregnant on his rapey seed.
March seems hell-bent on saving her from the latter option.
She strips without having to be ordered to and crouches behind the man.
His frame is so bulky it hides her girlfriend from view, yet Stelle can’t even be grateful she doesn’t have to see March degrade herself for her sake, because the wet, obscene noises she makes as she worships the superior man’s ass force her way into her imagination until she can picture in clear detail how March rims him in her mind’s eye.
March’s tongue more than proves its value, for the man pumps into her with renewed vigour as the rimming works to incite the flames of his virility.
“See, dumb bitch, your so-called girlfriend folded to me in an instant, that’s why all lesbians are just fakes waiting for a man to put them in their place.” Stelle’s hole clenches against her will as her rapist’s misogynistic insults trigger something instinctual within her, she may be an artificial existence, yet the mere fact she’s a woman means she possesses the same primordial craving for a man to own her that all other women do.
“You are wrong, she’s doing it for my sake…”
Her owner ignores her as he continues to display his misogyny by throwing insult after insult at her, the way he called her a dumb bitch at the beginning seems tame in comparison with everything Stelle is forced to hear.
“You are not a person, you are a womb, wombs exist to be filled with semen.”
“Wait, you promised you wouldn’t!”
The man’s cock twitches inside her, stretching her walls to the limit as she is granted with the one privilege that gives her existence as a woman value, having a cunt that’s dripping with manly cum.
“Girl, who would trust a rapist to keep their word? Women are so dumb, this is why you two are better off leaving all the decisions to a man like me.”
“Yes, master!” Stelle replies with a cheerfulness she didn’t believe her own deadpan voice capable of.
“No, I’m sorry Stelle, I’m sorry…”
She is confused why March looks so sad, forget finding her missing memories, she’s found something far better than her old identity, the new life her master created for her as his slave could finally fill the void in her heart in a way March’s sweet nothings never could.
“Master, it’s bold of me to make suggestion given that I’m a woman and women obey, but would you mind making March your sex slave too?”
“Of course not, I have two hands so two slaves are perfect, knowing my slaves used to be girlfriends makes the beauty of keeping them in a set shine stronger.”
The man pulls out, causing his seed to cascade out of her hole, although it makes her sad Stelle knows her master can always fill her with another load anyway, so she pounces March, pins her arms, and has fun spending the rest of the afternoon watching how her master rapes her girlfriend.
Gacha games truly had nothing on this.