It is barely a pass.

Rachel's heart skipped a beat when the message popped up.

[It is a bit too long for my taste, but I'll give a pass since you kept touching youself.]

Rachel let out a sigh and brushed off her chest in relief.

[However, you need to work hard to earn back your credibility, slut.]

[Yes, sir.]

For the next hour or two, the messenger ordered various situations from Rachel.

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1. [Piss on the floor while narrating it.

Make sure to clean up after yourself.]

"H, hello, Sir!

This is your FreeUse Bitch, Rachel Elizabeth Dare speaking!

From now on, I'll stay true to my bitch-like nature and never use a bathroom from now on!

Instead, I'll take care of my business on the floor, like the dumb bitch I am!"

Rachel placed her hands over her hips and squatted down.

She looked over her shoulders with a smile riddled with humiliation and strained her abdomen.

Rachel had drunk plenty of water before fliming, so it wasn't long before she let out a small grunt and yellowish liquid poured from between her legs.

It took every ounce of self-control for Rachel to turn her head away or, straight up, burst into tears on the spot.

The humiliation was much worse than she had assumed as she kept holding her pose for the camera.

'This is all for mother...if I can at least call her...'

After what felt like an eternity, Rachel's bladder finally tapped out.

With the bright smile in tact, Rachel went down on all fours in front of the puddle of urine.

"A, and now, I'll show my master how a bitch cleans her toilet!"

Rachel craned her neck and extended her tongue.

The stingy smell of the piss almost made her throw up, but she **** it down with the last pieces of her dignity and dove down.

Slurp-slrup-slurp!

Rachel dragged her tongue over the cave floor, making sure that not one drop of her urine missed re-entering her body.

When she was done, Rachel sat back up.

Her chest and chin were smeared with wet soil, alongside a few tear drops Rachel couldn't hold back no matter how hard she tried.

"Th-thank you for watching, master!"

Wiping away the tears, Rachel smiled and waved at the camera, ending the video.

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2. [Stuff your stomach with the biggest object you can find.

It must be at least a foot long and 4 inches wide.

You are not allowed to use your arms.]

"Fff-fhu-huh-hoo....g, g-good, af-fter n-nooon, S-sir...!"

Rachel struggled to speak through her tightly clenched jaw as she tried to flim the intro.

The object she had chosen for the video was an old dildo she had bought oit of curiosity a few years ago.

As much as Rachel cursed herself for buying such a monstrosity and not throwing it out sooner, she was also glad that there was a way to meet her quota without venturing into Camp Half-Blood.

Needless to say, the gigantic dildo barely fit inside her.

Even after lubing it with her body lotion, Rachel found it impossible to go deeper than the first few inches.

She knew it won't be enough to satisfy her pervert master, so Rachel tried to **** herself onto the dildo.

"I-I'm g, go-oing tooo...fuck, fuck, fuck—ahuuooggg...t-this dumb-b, f-fuck doll, apologize for i-its bad m-mouth..."

She twirled her hips against the sex toy, trying to ease it inside.

When that didn't work well, Rachel swallowed the hard pill and simply slammed her whole body onto the dildo.

Luckily, or unluckily, that did the trick.

Rachel's anal stretched open wide. The lotion finally did its work and slid the dildo up her ass.

"———————— ! ! !"

Rachel let out a silent scream as she landed on her butt—silent, not because it was manageable, but the dildo knocked the every wind out of her.

She sat motionless for a long time.

Her eyes were rolled up into her skull, her tongue dangling out from her wide open mouth, and her ass leaked a mixture of the lotion and her anal juice.

It took a solid 5 minutes for Rachel to recover.

Even then, she barely manage to keep her breath leveled as the pain and stuffness she had been blissfully unaware in her **** caught up.

"A-as, y-you c-can s-s-see, th-this d-d, dildo is a-all in-n thi-is exp-pendable, a-anal slu-ut, and..."

With another rounds of heavy grunt, Rachel began to retract the dildo from her ass.

Rachel groaned and twisted her body as she craned forward, slowly letting the massive dildo leave her body.

The tip of the dildo scrapped at the wall of her rectum, sending a unique sensation of pain and pleasure up her spine.

"Ooooh, fuck!"

Rachel actually climaxed in the middle of pulling out.

Her legs went weak, and she ended up sitting back on the dildo, re-inserting in back up her ass and howled as an additional wave of orgasm hit her.

After a couple of similar failed attempts, Rachel was exhausted.

She was beginning to fear that this was going to be her life from nowon; tied up and sitting on top of a huge dildo bare naked.

"Hnnngh...fhuuuck..."

Rachel took a few deep breathes, gathered what was left of her wits, and lifted herself up again.

Thankfully, this time, after a grusome minute, Rachel managed to pull herself free from the sex toy with a loud 'POP!' that echoed in the cave.

Rachel lay sprawled on the cold cave floor, wanting nothing but to pass out and take some rest.

However, she had a video to finish.

With difficulty, Rachel raised herself from the ground and presented her ass to the camera and made a V-sign with her hand.

"Thank you for watching!"

As she finished recording, Rachel proded her stinging anus, which was still gaping wide open.

She wondered if it was going to stay like that forever.

'...please, let the thrid one be less demanding...'

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3. [Dress up like a cat and masturbate.

I'm being merciful, so don't waste your chance.]

Rachel sighed in relief.

For once in this miserable day, Fate seemed to be on her side.

Dressing up like a cat was easy.

Rachel simply manipulated the Mist with the power of Oracle and gave her a pair of car ears, then turned on the camera.

"Me~ow! Good afternoon, sir!

This is your naughty feline slut fliming, ready to provide just what you want!"

The ginger woman winked and stuck out her tongue playfully.

Rachel was so glad that the thrid mission wasn't anything torturous that she was actually excited to complete the task.

She did a small twirl as she stood up, swiped her long hair over her shoulders and slowly bent down, sliding her hands over her sleek legs.

"I would've loved a tail too...but none of them fit in my ass~ Sorry, master."

Rachel purred, waggling her hips at the camera and giving a full view of her still gaping anal.

But as much as she wanted to play around more, Rachel knew that dressing up as a cat was only half of the deal.

She took a seat on a soft part of the soil and strapped a vibrator on her right leg.

She slipped the pink toy into her pussy, then placed a purple vibrator in her ass.

It was definitely not going to stay in, but Rachel assumed her master would prefer it this way.

Rrrrrrr~!

"Oooh...yeah, that's the stuff..."

Rachel closed her eyes and shivered as the soft vibrations tickled her lustful bones just right.

She kneaded her breasts and sucked on her fingers, letting herself get lost in the slow burn of pleasure the small toys provided.

But of course, Rachel remembered that her videos needed some spice.

So while letting herself bask in the gentle pleasure, Rachel suddenly boosted the output of the vibrator to MAX.

RRRRRRRRR!!!

"Oooohhaaa!!! Yeeeeesssshhh!!!"

Rachel thrust her head back and howled like a wild animal.

Her hips shook, her pussy and anal gushed out fluids as the sudden rush of pleasure coarsed through Rachel.

She let the vibrator work on her body for some time before pulled them out.

"Thanks for watching~♡"

Rachel blew a kiss at the camera as a closing scene and ended the video.

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[Well done, Rachel. You did well back-to-back in three consecutive situations.

I think it is time I give you the reward you want; I'll allow you to call your mother.]

Rachel held her breath in excitment.

Finally, it was time to initiate her plan of rescuing her mother.

As long as she was safe, Rachel could swallow whatever humiliating situation thrown at her.

[But there are two conditions I must make clear first.

One, you'll call her in a video format so you can see what she is doing.

Second, I'll hang up the phone as soon as one of you want the call to end.

Of course, I won't directly tell your mother to hang up the phone.]

Rachel read through the conditions multiple times, making sure there wasn't any funny buisness hidden inside.

When she couldn't find any, Rachel quickly typed: [Yes, sir. May I call my mother now?]

[Yes.]

Rachel took a deep breath, dialed her mother's phone number and pressed the call button.

"OOOOOHHHHH!!!! FUUUCCCKK YESSSSHHH!"

Rachel jumped in her seat, surprised by the sudden loud noise.

Her mother, Isabelle Elizabeth Dare was screaming at the top of her lungs as someone was pumping her pussy at a rapid pace.

Isabelle seemed she was at the verge of passing out. She certainly seemed oblivious to the phone call that was happening.

Rachel swallowed; she had expected something like this might happen. It was more important that she don't let this chance go to waste.

"Mother! Can you hear me? It's Rachel! Your daughter!"

Rachel shouted as loud as she could.

"R-Rachel...?"

Isabelle's eyes flicked to the lense of the camera. Her lust-riddled eyes widened in surprise, and a slimmer of saneness returned in her eyes.

"R, Rachel," Isabelle stammered between gasps and moans, "Wh-what are y-you, doing?"

She tried to crawl around and face the camera better, but the man fucking her slapped her ass hard and held her in place.

"I was trying to reach you..."

Rachel choked, almost tearing up from the overflowing emotions.

It was so, so painful and difficult...but it was all worth it in the end.

"I...I had to follow your master's orders to get the chance, but—"

However, Isabelle cut Rachel in the middle of her sentence.

"Why have you—ugh!—interfered between me and my master?!"

"What!?"

Rachel asked back, shocked.

Interfere between me and my master?

Did she just hear correctly? Was she hallucinating?

But Isabelle's expression from the other side of the call was stern, almost scolding—only almost because it kept flickering into a lecherous one.

"I-I am finally, oooh!, Happy, under my master's, care. D-don't you dare, Aieee!, ruin this for me!

If you ever approach or contact my master again, I'll make sure you regret it, young lady!"

"B-but—!"

Before Rachel could complain, the call ended.

Rachel stared at the blank screen, unable to believe what just happened.

When she finally did, Rachel broke into tears.

Her cry filled the entire cave as she cried and cried, broken that all of her hard work was for nothing.

It took her half and hour of nothing but wailing like a child to at least gather some of her sense of self.

'...she must have been already controled...'

Rachel wiped away the tears from her cheeks as she came to the conclusion.

Since her mother had AGS, it would be easier than flipping a pancake to manipulate her to fall in love with her master, for example.

If so, he technically didn't tell her to hang up the phone, so it fit into the conditions he had set up as well.

'But how could I free my mother if Mind control is involved...?'

Rachel couldn't think of a solid enough of a plan. Then, another idea came to her mind.

Although she couldn't think of a plan, she knew someone who was smarter than she was.

Rachel picked up her phone and quickly dialed her former rival, and her best friend.

[Calling Annabeth Chase...]

However, even after several rings, Annabeth didn't pick up.

Rachel put her phone down with a frown.

Why wouldn't Annabeth pick up her phone? Even if she was in vacation, she would always keep her phone in case of an emergency.

Rachel was about to try again, when a new message popped up from her master.

[If you want to meet your mother, come to this coordinate.]

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"Um, guys...? I really needed to get that call..."

Annabeth chuckled nervously, eyeing one cock from the other surrounding her.

"Please, gentlemen...my son will be returning any time soon. We can't be away from our hut for so long..."

Sally pleaded as well.

However, the handful of men surrounding them merely chuckled.

One of the man stepped forward with a crooked grin.

"You won't be seeing your son for a long time, Mrs."