11.3.f Client gender doesn't matter

She says: "Well, if you have passed the seamstresses' guild initiation, that means you fear nothing... We do have some **** and problematic clients. Do you truly think you can handle them?"

You confidently reply that you will service any client, the higher the pay, the better.

This is how your new life begins, in prostitution, catering to the most diverse clientele imaginable: lizardmen, minotaurs, ogres, even a snake-man. You experience every conceivable variety of cocks and pussies, different sizes, textures, and flavors.

One day, a refined young man with violet skin, horns, a tail, and wings enters. Some sort of devil. None of the establishment's workers dares approach him, even the guild mistress avoids him.

He seems perfectly polite, leaving you puzzled by their fear. You strike up a pleasant conversation.

"I simply have... peculiar tastes," he admits. "Nothing too extraordinary."

You agree to spend time with him. He pays generously upfront. At first, everything is normal: laughter, kisses, and passion.

Then suddenly you wake up.

You're not at the guild.

An unfamiliar location. A stranger with glazed eyes thrusting inside you. The devil watches the spectacle, amused.

"Where... Where am I? We were supposed to be at the guild" you say confussed.

"Oh darling, those days are over. You are part of my personal collection now. You even signed a contract, in blood. Escape is... imposible."

When the thought of fleeing crosses your mind, a terrible pain strikes your body. You scream and you curl on the floor.

"See?" He smiles. "I do hate repeating myself."

Your adventure ends here: a devil's plaything, abused daily, even violated in your sleep alongside other drooling, mind-broken slaves.
**** to endure penetrations and fuck others, day after day, eventually, you become just another brainless, panting doll of his collection.

BAD ENDING: PACT WITH A DEVIL