From the tentacles, yes. From your debt, no. (Bad End)

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

“Good morning, Emilia. I have been reviewing our past strategies and numerous failures…”

Grey yammers on about today’s strategy for cleaning the mansion, both of you standing in the foyer in your usual demeaning maid uniforms. After you broke nearly everything in Surge’s historical art room, you wound up owing her a lot more than $3,000. Unfortunately, the normal pay for this job is a lot less lucrative than what you made while she was out of town. After Surge crunched the numbers and factored in interest, well… you won’t be able to go back to being a trainer for a long time.

“…that is why I believe we should stick together for today.”

You nod and follow along with the confident maid to your first room. This time, it seems she’s chosen to clean the master bedroom first. You both work together to make the place spotless, your non-trash-related cleaning skills having improved greatly since your career change.

“Now, I will empty the trash can. Stand ready to deactivate any mechanism that may appear,” Grey says. Any preparation on your part is undone, however, when four panels on the floor open up in a square shape around you both. Walls emerge from each of them and form a box around both of you. “I have never seen this one before…” says Grey in a somewhat worried tone.

You both begin pounding on the walls with your fists ineffectually. Meanwhile, the ceiling is slowly descending, eventually forcing you both into sitting positions, cramped within a box just barely big enough to fit you both. You sit facing each other, both searching each other’s eyes for answers and finding none. When chains shoot out of the walls and pull your wrists behind your backs, you know that your plan has failed miserably.

Nozzles in the top corners of the box begin spraying a pink gas, immediately making your nipples and clit as hard as rocks. You hold your breath and kick at the walls, Grey mirroring your actions with a similar lack of success. Just as you run out of air and open your mouth, robotic arms extend from the box and place a ring gag in your mouth, forcing you to inhale the gas continuously. Grey suffers the same fate a few seconds later.

Wasting no time, more appendages appear, this time holding pink-tipped paintbrushes. They slowly run along your skin, and each brush leaves an agonizing trail of lust behind. You can feel them spell W-H-O-R-E above your cunt. You’d like to disagree, but you’re sitting in a puddle of your own arousal when nothing has even touched you sexually yet. When a brush gently grazes your painfully hard nipple, you gasp sharply, taking in a strong whiff of the gas.

Your head swims, and your vision gets blurry afterimages as everything seems to happen in slow motion. Looking across from you, Grey doesn’t seem to be doing any better, her cheeks on fire as she stares back at you, her drool pooling between her massive rack. Her massive rack… She’s naked except the stockings on her arms and legs? And so are you? When did this happen? The thought dies an abrupt **** when a circular device covered with a soft pad is placed on your clit.

“*AHHHHHHHHHH!!!*” You both moan in unison as the device spins on your clit like an electric toothbrush. With all the teasing and the gas beforehand, you’re finished as soon as it starts, squirting a torrent of girlcum and flailing your legs around uselessly. The soles of your feet catch against Grey’s, the dark fabrics of your stockings scratching against each other. You both try with all your might to extend your legs, keeping the other one in check as you cum together. The floor between you two is soaked, and you think you can feel a few drops from Grey splash against your legs.

The spinning doesn’t stop, and neither do the gas nozzles or the brushes, but your bodies at least give you a small reprieve by coming down from your climaxes. But, as if deliberately trying to interrupt your afterglow, more robotic arms appear and jam a buzzing, beaded dildo into your ass without warning.

You squeal helplessly as another orgasm hits you like a truck, forcing another splash of love juice out of you, almost as if the box’s objective is to make you squirt until you can’t anymore. And it’s doing a very good job.

Your hips jumping violently every few seconds in some of the most intense orgasmic contractions you’ve ever had, you’re finding it impossible to focus on anything but the onslaught of different sensations on your body. C-U-M-S-L-U-T is spelled vertically down your chest by the brushes. You can’t really argue that while you’re cumming your brains out…

After about a minute of moaning and squirting with all your heart, the spinning device and dildo are pulled away, though the gas and brushes continue cranking your sensitivity up. You throw a confused look at Grey, barely able to make out her face with how much the gas is affecting your head. Will you be released…?

On cue to dash your hopes, a new pair of arms appear, this time from behind you. But rather than the normal two-pronged hands on the end, these arms have fully articulated hands with five fingers. They latch onto your tits immediately, rolling your puffy nipples in their fingers and earning all kinds of sweet moans and wails from your forcefully opened mouth. Looking at Grey, you see that her mature breasts have surrendered immediately, leaking out drops of milk already. No way, they’re trying to make you lactate!? Nobody’s ever gotten that reaction out of you before, and a stupid box isn’t going to either.

“*OH-OHHHHH! OHH OHHHHH!!*” You attempt to moan some pointless objections, eyes rolling back as streams of milk spray from your boobs. All they had to do was squeeze, and your resolve crumbled. The fingers continue to diligently knead at your pale globes, forcing white cream and feminine wails out of you in equal measure. It’s like you’ve been reduced to a cow, being milked by a soulless machine that doesn’t care how much humiliation it’s causing you. Humiliation that threatens to get much worse when you feel yourself about to get off just from being fondled and milked. Even as the thought hits your brain, you’re already too much of a mess to do anything about it, and you’re becoming more of a mess with every breath. The fingers pinch your nipples, temporarily stopping the streams of shame, but when they return to roughly groping you, your milk bags aren’t the only things squirting.

“*AAAAAAAAA-HAAAAAAHHH!!!!!*” With a loud, drawn out scream, both you and your red-haired companion are milked of every drop your have to offer through both your tits and cunts. No sooner that your climaxes start, the spinning pad and dildo return, plugging your ass and abusing your clit while your boobs continue failing to hold back their milk. Your supervisor and you both kick your legs as the unbearable stimulation wracks your sensitive, pliable bodies, and you eventually settle on locking your ankles with each other as you fall into endless orgasms. Through the thick pink fog drowning you with unquenchable lust, you can see the glorified Head Maid returning your empty gaze with her own as she continues to surrender just as much milk and girlcum as you. Hopefully you don’t get this trap again tomorrow…