What didn't she do? (The End)

Trucy woke up late in the afternoon as the sun filtered through the window of the room. Looking around she found herself alone and sighed heavily. She had a headache and couldn't remember anything from the night before. All she could picture was a beautiful woman, which wasn't surprising at all, and then nothing. She rubbed her temples, realizing that her arms felt heavy, and after a few seconds the memories began slowly flooding back.

The haze of her mind had dissipated after her rest and with it she viewed everything that had happened the night before under a new light. Her cheeks grew a darker shade of green as she blushed at the realization of just how much she had degraded herself for the devilish bard. She thought about how she had obeyed without even thinking about arguing, how she had taken insult after insult and had her body abused with multiple toys without rest. She felt horrible after having experienced such a thing, but the worst part was that she could still feel herself growing wet at the memories of all that had gone down.

Her body felt sore after the hours upon hours of the tiefling using it as nothing more than a toy for her amusement. She sat down and felt a burning sensation. She brought a hand to her ass and realized that even after having rested for a few hours her asshole was still aching from all the pressure it had taken.

With a deep breath Trucy stood up and looked at her body. The marks of the ropes were very clear on her skin, she noticed that a layer of both her and Desire’s juices covered her from head to toe, and her hair seemed to be shooting in every direction. She rubbed a hand on top of the rope marks and felt a slight sting, but also a nice sensation shoot through her at the same time. Shaking her head, she tried to drive the thought away.

She walked towards her clothing, preparing for the rest of the day. Leaning down she began picking up her uniform when she noticed a small gemstone next to her stuff. Picking up the item she looked it over for a few moments before it began glowing. Magical energy shot from the crystal and began projecting images as clear as if they were happening in the same space. Trucy's eyes went wide as she realized what she was seeing.

One after another images of her being used by the bard filled her eyes. Her small body being tied up as her ass was fingered mercilessly. Her mouth being ridden like a toy and having her pussy come from the rough treatment. She saw how she hungrily devoured the demoness's ass and how without questioning it she had followed every order she was given.

The goblin was entranced by the images and could feel herself getting excited with each consecutive act of lust appearing before her eyes. When the images showed things she didn't even remembered she realized just how much had happened the previous night, her mouth hanged open and she had to rub her thighs together. Eventually one last image appeared and glowing in bold letters a message given by the bard was clear.

"I'll be looking forward for next time."

Trucy gulped and tried to think about how this wasn't what she wanted. How it had been humiliating, degrading, hurtful. And yet her body was betraying her. It remembered how good last night felt and as much as the barmaid wanted to deny it, she was looking forward to their next meeting too.

With a heavy sigh she took the gemstone and pocketed it as she dressed up and tried not to think about it anymore. She had a job to do, and despite how good she thought she could feel from the bard's next visit she had to be professional.

That night she fell asleep rubbing herself with the images shown.