Number Six

"The second bout is officially concluded," the AI voice suddenly announced, devoid of any emotion. "The victor of bout two is Daphne Redford. The current score is tied, one to one."

I sat frozen on my cheap golden throne, my knuckles white as I gripped the armrests.

One… one.

Fucking shit fucking hell.

I had lost.

My cock was still limp, hanging out of my unzipped pants, glistening with saliva and the warm remnants of my own sticky cum.

I had been so fucking confident.

This was the very last time I’d trust Michelle to do something.

I mean cunt-licking should be the one thing she should have excelled in.

If I lost two more rounds, I was finished.

The app would be wiped from my phone.

My women—Lana, Gretchen, Anna-Marie, Gloria, all of them—would be freed from their bonds, their memories wiped clean of me ever owning them.

And worst of all, I would become Daphne’s 100-SP slave.

I looked at the British bitch, my chest tight with a dark, suffocating dread.

She would turn me into her personal toilet, or force me to perform sick acts for her amusement while she laughed at my complete powerlessness.

I couldn't let that happen.

I couldn't fucking lose.

I shifted my gaze down to Chloe, who was still kneeling on the wooden steps between my legs.

She was coughing, her chest heaving as my thick, warm semen dripped from her lips and chin, pooling on her collarbone.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her trembling hand, her dark eyes still burning with that raw, undiluted hatred.

Yet… she had guzzled my cum like a champ.

Daphne wasn’t wrong about her. She did have some serious talent.

Daphne let out a long, satisfied sigh, rising from her throne with the lazy grace of a well-fed predator.

She stepped down toward her sister, a sickening smile playing on her lips.

"Good girl, Chloe," Daphne purred, reaching down to cup Chloe’s jaw. "I knew that filthy mouth of yours was good for something."

Chloe tried to jerk her head away, but Daphne’s grip tightened instantly, her fingers digging hard into her sister's cheeks.

Without warning, Daphne leaned down and slammed her mouth over Chloe’s.

I watched in stunned, disgusted fascination as Daphne forced her tongue deep into her sister’s mouth.

Chloe made a choked, muffled sound of pure revulsion, her body going rigid as Daphne aggressively explored her oral cavity.

Daphne’s tongue scooped up the warm, sticky pool of my cum that was still lingering inside Chloe’s mouth.

She dragged the thick semen back and forth between their lips, sharing my warm load in a wet, sloppy, incestuous kiss.

I hated that I was getting hard again.

The sound of their mouths clashing was loud, wet, and utterly obscene in the quiet room.

Strings of my white seed stretched between their lips as Daphne pulled back just an inch, only to dive right back in for more.

Chloe thrashing violently, her hands slamming against Daphne’s shoulders.

With a desperate, panicked surge of strength, Chloe managed to shove her sister backward.

Daphne stumbled back a step, laughing darkly.

And then…

CRACK.

Chloe brought her palm around with everything she had, slapping Daphne squarely across the cheek.

The sound rang through the room like a gunshot.

Daphne’s head snapped to the side, her pale skin instantly turning bright red where her sister’s hand had connected.

Silence fell over the room.

Chloe was panting heavily, wiping my cum—and her sister's spit—from her lips with her palm.

I held my breath, waiting for Daphne to erupt into a violent, psychotic rage like she had with Tina.

Instead, Daphne slowly turned her head back to face her sister.

The red welt on her cheek stood out sharply against her pale skin, but her face wasn't twisted in anger.

She was smiling.

It was a slow, wide, utterly menacing grin that didn't reach her cold, pitch-black eyes.

It was a look of pure, unhinged sadism that made my own blood run cold.

Even I, a man who was no longer a newbie in breaking women, felt a shiver of genuine terror dance down my spine.

"Oh, sweetie," Daphne whispered, her voice dropping to a terrifying, silky register. "You shouldn't have done that."

Chloe flinched, the defiance in her eyes instantly wavering, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming flash of regret.

Before Daphne could move, a small steel door on the side of the room slid open automatically.

"Slaves will now vacate the arena," the AI announcer commanded. "Proceed through the sub-door immediately."

Daphne didn't break eye contact with her sister, her menacing smile remaining locked in place.

"You heard the voice, Chloe," Daphne purred softly. "Off you go. Back to the holding pen."

I looked down at Michelle, who was still kneeling at the base of Daphne's throne, her entire face drenched in Daphne's thick, sweet squirt.

She looked utterly broken, her eyes vacant as she wiped the wet sheen from her eyes.

A dark wave of spite surged through me.

She had failed me.

She had let that British cunt get the best of her, and now my entire future was hanging by a thread.

"Michelle," I barked, my voice harsh and unforgiving.

Michelle jerked, her conditioning forcing her to look up at me instantly.

"Get on your hands and knees," I ordered, pointing at Chloe, who was slowly getting to her feet. "You are going to crawl behind her. And you are going to keep your tongue buried deep inside her asshole the entire way out."

Michelle’s eyes widened in horror, her mouth opening in a silent gasp of protest.

"Go ahead, you useless cunt. Maybe you can catch some of her talent if you stick your tongue in deep enough."

Daphne burst into a loud, delighted giggle, the dark tension breaking for a brief moment.

"Oh, Jack, you wicked bastard," Daphne laughed, clapping her hands together. "I love it. Brilliant idea."

Daphne looked over at Chloe, her smile widening. "You heard the man, sister. You crawl too. Extra slowly."

Chloe glared at Daphne.

Even though Daphne apparently didn’t have full control over her yet, the woman was aware she had crossed a dangerous line by slapping her.

She didn’t want to make her any more angry.

She dropped down onto her hands and knees, her bare skin slapping against the cold floor.

Michelle scrambled forward on all fours, her face instantly, in disgusted horror, diving between Chloe's moving thighs.

She buried her nose and tongue right into the tight, unwashed crease of Chloe's rectum, lapping obediently at her bare skin as they began their slow, humiliating trek.

Chloe let out a pained, embarrassed gasp as Michelle's wet tongue worked her hole, but she kept crawling forward.

The sight of my ex-wife crawling like a dog, eating the ass of the woman who had just gulped a boatload of my cum, was an absurdly satisfying spectacle.

The two women slowly disappeared into the dark sub-door, the heavy steel panel sliding shut behind them with a loud, final thud.

Almost immediately, a massive set of double doors at the far end of the room swung open with a heavy, rusted groan.

"Users, proceed to the third chamber," the AI voice instructed.

I pulled up my pants, zipped them, and stood up from the cheap golden throne.

Daphne was already walking toward the open doors, her hands shoved casually into the pockets of her leather jacket, her hips swaying with effortless confidence.

I caught up to her, our shoulders almost touching as we passed through the doorway.

"Nice to have met your ex," Daphne remarked casually, not even looking at me. "She's got a lovely mouth, by the way. It has real character. It knows female subtleties. Definitely not meant for dicksucking."

"How did my cum taste in your sister’s mouth?" I decided to change the subject abruptly.

Daphne licked the inside of her mouth.

“Wanna taste?”

I just scoffed, as she chuckled.

God. I was starting to hate her more and more.

But that’s probably what she wanted. For me to lose my cool.

Fuck that.

She was good at power games, no doubt about that.

I just needed to find an edge, before provoking her again. Something to really set her off balance.

But as I stepped into the next room, my breath got caught in my throat.

The room was vast, dark, and drenched in a deep, sinister crimson light from several overhead spotlights.

It looked like a high-end, brutal BDSM dungeon designed by a fucking psychopath.

Heavy iron chains hung from the soaring ceiling, metal cages sat in the corners, and the faint, coppery smell of sweat and leather hung thick in the cool air.

In the exact center of the room, illuminated by the harsh red spotlights, two women were suspended from the ceiling.

They were hanging side by side by their wrists, heavy leather cuffs binding their hands high above their heads.

Their toes barely grazed the cold concrete floor below them.

Both of them… completely nude.

My eyes instantly landed on the woman on the left.

Ulla.

Her long, pale legs were trembling from the strain of being suspended, her full hips swaying gently in the air.

The blonde woman looked so fragile, so incredibly vulnerable hanging there like a piece of meat in a butcher shop.

But whatever helplessness she might have felt was instantly swallowed by her anger.

Her eyes narrowed, and she shot me a glance so spiky that if it had a physical form, it could have skewered me.

That’s the Ulla I knew.

How long had she been hanging like this? Since the start of the first contest?

Then, I turned my attention to the woman hanging right beside her.

It was impossible not to.

She was an absolute monster of a woman, physical perfection warped into an uncanny, bizarre spectacle.

Her breasts were comically, ridiculously huge - bigger than Tina's.

They were massive, hyper-inflated globes of smooth, pale flesh that hung heavy on her chest, tipped with thick, dark purple nipples that pointed straight down toward the floor.

Her waist was tiny, creating a freakish hourglass figure that flared out into thick, wide hips and a massive, perfectly round ass.

But it wasn't her ridiculous body that made me stare.

It was her head.

She was completely, entirely bald.

She didn't have a single strand of hair on her head.

No eyebrows. No eyelashes.

Her skin was unnaturally smooth, stripped clean of every single hair from the top of her head down to her toes.

She hung there, her massive tits swaying slightly, staring at the floor with a blank, hollow expression that looked completely empty.

Daphne walked right up to the bald woman, reaching out to give one of her massive breasts a casual, heavy slap.

The pale flesh wobbled violently, the sound echoing loudly through the dungeon.

"Jack, I want you to meet Samantha," Daphne said, her voice dripping with proud, possessive pleasure. "Back in my school days, Samantha here was the ringleader. The head bully. The queen bee. The one who orchestrated every single humiliation I suffered."

The bald woman didn't even flinch. She just hung there, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.

"Or, as she is known these days in my personal collection," Daphne added, turning to grin at me, "Number Six."

---

Want to keep reading? Click here!

https://subscribestar.art/drek

My goal is to make writing these stories my actual career, and every single contribution brings me one step closer to doing this full-time. If you've enjoyed my work, I'd love your support!

Here's what I'm offering across three tiers:

Tier One – Read three chapters ahead in all ongoing stories! That's three chapters ahead in Submission Accelerator, My Idle Harem, and The Sweetest Corruption!

Tier Two – Read six chapters ahead in Submission Accelerator and My Idle Harem! You'll read the latest chapter the moment it drops. You'll also get voting privileges on story directions—choosing traits, deciding which heart Ron pursues next, and more. Check out also the new realistic vids for the early chapters of The Submission Accelerator, new updates every week!

Tier Three – Everything above, plus access to exclusive short stories. This includes all stories from my previous Patreon run—the Victory Suite Tales 1-7—now revised and updated with AI-generated artwork. Even if you've read them before, I promise that the experience feels fresh. And yes, Tale 7 is finally actually complete! I plan to write a new short story every month exclusively for this tier that you guys get to choose with a poll.

And now I have a new short story available! "The Cop Collector"!

Hooked on an addictive, desire-altering designer drug, undercover cop Katherine Hennigan becomes the pawn of a disgraced chemist. To feed her desperate hunger, she helps him systematically ensnare every woman on the police force, turning the entire precinct into his personal collection.

Nearly 10k words, 13 pictures.

So I'm hoping I'll see you there!