Ch 373: Failed infiltration.

"…up, Selesia… Wake up, Selesia!" announced Altair, Typhoon's AI.

Selesia groaned as she opened her eyes, wanting to throw something at the far wall. She had been spending some quality time with Noah in her Soul Space. He had created a whole theme park for an impromptu date, including some really fiendish roller coasters, and after trying every attraction, Noah has started kissing her while running his hands all over her body in the most delicious manner.

And then, she started to hear that blasted alarm. Noah had heard it, too. He had sighed, displaying a helpless smile, and told her they would resume next time. Then he sent her out of her Soul Space.

"The Legion is going to pay." grumbled Selesia. "I will target their mechanical limbs one by one and take my time killing them."

"It's not the Legion this time, Selesia." replied Altair.

"Ah?" frowned Selesia.

"We have infiltrators who breached the perimeter and are starting to climb one of the landing gears. Five people, four men and a woman. They are displaying competent teamwork and communicate using hand signals. I would have assumed military special forces, but considering the pathetic state of San Magnolia's military, they are more likely from some elite police organization."

"Can you give me a visual?" asked Selesia, and the screen embedded on one of the walls came to life. The image displayed was split into two halves at first, one showing the schematic of the Typhoon with one of the starboard rear landing gears blinking red, then the whole screen was occupied by a night-vision footage from one of the hidden security cameras.

Three people were climbing the large landing gear, with two more standing at its feet, ready to cushion the fall of the climbers if needed. They all were dressed in close-fitting black outfits, had handguns holstered on their belts, and rifles strapped on their backs.

The one who reached the highest was the woman, and she had several lengths of rope coiled across her chest. Once she reached the top of the landing gear, she would be able to use the rope to help the others climb more easily.

"Should I zap them?" asked Altair.

One of the many security features of the Tempest class heavy cruisers were electric circuits on their landing gears' surface. They could deliver shocks ranging from merely unpleasant, to lethal.

"…Not yet." decided Selesia as she reached for her black and gold combat bodysuit. "If I remember correctly, the only surfaces on the landing gears' bays one can use to stand on are the maintenance tunnels' entrances, right?"

"Yes, and they are locked. They won't be able to enter even if they brought explosives."

"I want the woman to enter the tunnel. Then, close the access behind her to isolate her, make the others fall off the landing gear with non-lethal shocks, and take off. We'll relocate a few dozen kilometers east."

"I understand." replied Altair. "I guess you're going to get a toy to vent your irritation… Wait, Sirius just reported another group entering the Hailstorm's perimeter. It looks like a coordinated effort. I am informing the others."

Selesia nodded and glanced at the digital clock near her bed. It was displaying 03h01. The ideal time for a night assault.

…

With a grunt of effort, Camille hoisted herself to the upper part of the landing gear. It was difficult as they weren't that many edges to hold on, but she climbed cliffs as a hobby, and her experience was paying off. She could just reach a hatch on the side, one meter wide and one meter high.

Camille looked down at the others, and they nodded to her, determination visible on their faces. Now was possibly the most dangerous part of their infiltration.

Careful not to lose her balance and fall, her small flashlight held between her teeth, Camille reached for the two buttons on the hatch's side, a green one with the word 'Open' on it, and a red one with the world 'Close'.

If they were lucky, the hatch would open. If they were even luckier, they wouldn't be triggering an alarm.

She pressed the green button with trepidation, and with a soft hiss, the two halves of the hatch opened, revealing what looked like a maintenance tunnel, only lit by some dim blue lights placed every few meters.

Camille sighed in relief, then smiled. The hatch had opened, and no alarm was blaring. For once, the pigs' incompetence was working to the Albas' advantage. They really were being foolish not to have taken even basic precautions against potential human intruders, but that again, they were Eighty-Sixes, so it was unfair to hold them to human standards.

Camille jumped from the landing gear to the maintenance tunnel, then turned, taking the rope off her body. There was no convenient place she could tie the rope to, but she could manage that herself. She coiled the rope around her waist and several times around her forearms, then braced herself as she dropped the other end toward the ground. As long as her companions climbed one at a time, she would manage.

And the hatch started to close.

Camille panicked and grabbed the metal panels as they closed, trying to hold them apart, only releasing her grip when her fingers were about to be crushed between them. The closing hatch didn't quite sever the rope, but it pinched it strongly enough that Camille wouldn't be able to pry it away

Camille found two more buttons on this side of the hatch and pressed the green one, but the hatch's panels didn't move.

She drew her combat knife and inserted it between the panels, trying to pry them open, but it didn't work. The only thing she managed to do was to snap the blade off.

"Damn it!" cursed Camille with a low voice, considering her options. It seemed there was an alarm after all, and they had tripped it.

Then the dim lights of the maintenance tunnel turned off, leaving only her small flashlight as a light source, and she heard the soft hum of machinery powering up. Seconds later, she felt upward movement, and her heart sank. The warship was taking off!

Camille considered her options for a second, then decided the most urgent thing to do was to move. She didn't know how large this ship's crew was, as only one of them had ever left it, as far as San Magnolia's government was aware, but they would be hunting for the intruders. She needed to either find a good hiding place well away from the entry point, or to complete the mission alone and seize control of the ship.

Camille took her rifle in hand, holding her flashlight against it, and crawled down the maintenance access, trying to move swiftly while minimizing the noise she made.

Several times, she came across side passages, and Camille progressed toward what she figured was the ship's center. When she estimated she had put enough distance between herself and her entry point, she decided to get out of this maze of maintenance tunnels. She pressed her ear against the nearest hatch, trying to figure out if the room behind it was empty or not.

She didn't hear anything, and pressed the green button beside it to open it. The hatch opened without difficulty, and she quickly examined the small room.

It was only six meters to the side, and there was a metal door on the far wall, but what gave her pause were the ten sturdy, humanoid shapes lined up on the left and right walls. Each of them was resting inside some kind of steel cradle. Camille watched them carefully, noticing their hands that seemed to be able to retract and be replaced by various tools on their forearms, and deduced they were maintenance robots.

None of them were moving, and Camille hesitated for a short second, wondering if she should close the hatch and try another room. But there was no guarantee that the next one she tried would be empty, and she needed to get out of the maintenance tunnels before the Eighty-Sixes' search parties found her.

She decided to enter this room and press her ear against the steel door on the other side.

It proved to be the wrong decision, because as soon as she reached the door, the maintenance hatch behind her closed by itself, and all ten robots came to life, leaving their cradles.

Camille lined up her rifle toward the nearest one and opened fire, sending a burst of three bullets to its head.

The bullets ricocheted with sparks, barely even making dents. Panic rising, Camille lowered her aim to the robot's torso before trying it again, with no better result.

Then they were on her. Camille attempted to roll between their legs to escape the encirclement and try to open the maintenance hatch to run, but the machines were surprisingly agile for their bulk and stopped her momentum instantly, pinning her on the ground. Her limbs were seized before she could really struggle, and one of the robots turned its left hand into a large cutting pincer.

Camille panicked, thinking that the robot was going to plunge the pincer's jaws into her back, but it didn't happen. instead, she felt other mechanical hands tug at her clothes before they came loose, and her eyes widened in both shock and outrage as she realized that the robots were cutting her clothes!

"Stop that, you damn robots!" spat Camille, struggling as much as she dared with the awareness of sharp cutting tools close to her back, but the robots didn't relent.

In short order, she was completely naked. The robots had removed even her boots. Their task done, eight of them retreated back to their cradles, while the two who kept a firm grip on her arms forced her to stand, facing the door.

Seconds later, the door opened, and Camille stared at the redhead dressed in a gold-trimmed, black bodysuit that clung to her body like a glove. Selesia Upitiria. She had been part of Camille's briefing, and was assumed to be the ship's captain.

"So our little rat finally decided to get out in the open." muttered Selesia, openly looking her up and down.

Camille's face twitched with rage for a second. The audacity! To be called an animal by a mere Eighty-Six! Did she look at herself in the mirror?

Keenly aware of her nakedness, Camille felt like she was a piece of meat being examined by a prospective buyer, and she felt the urge to spit at Selesia and shower her with invectives.

But she was smarter than that and hid her emotions behind a mask, waiting for the opponent to make a mistake.

Selesia suddenly held a pair of steel shackles in her right hand, and Camille blinked as she didn't notice her moving, and Selesia's outfit didn't seem to have any pocket. As if responding to their appearance, the two maintenance robots forcibly moving Camille's arms behind her back.

"Why did you try to infiltrate the Typhoon?" asked Selesia as she walked around Camille.

"To take it and learn who really made it. What else?" snorted Camille. "Eighty-Sixes like you shouldn't have control of this ship."

Camille felt the shackles close around her wrists. To her surprise, she heard the metallic sounds of more chains and looked over her shoulder. Selesia was crouching, and Camille felt more shackles, linked by a forty centimeters chain this time, being fastened around her ankles.

"Where did those come from?" asked Camille, now confused.

"You do not need to know." smiled Selesia. "Altair, can you update me on the other attacks?"

"They failed, of course." came a female voice from one of the robots. "Dorothea and Spica captured another female infiltrator. Capella didn't even let them get close. She shot the ground in front of them while illuminating them with a search light and made them scamper away. Selesia, will you need preparations to deal with this one?"

Selesia stared at Camille for a second before nodding.

"…Space is limited, so I'll go with the Nerve Gear option, at least for now. Can you please prepare a suitable environment and interface?"

"That will be easy enough. The helmets will be ready and tested within five minutes."

Another steel restraint appeared in Selesia's right hand, and Camille shuddered at the sight. A collar, linked to a short chain.

"Just how much do you intend to humiliate me?" spat Camille. Deep inside, she was afraid. The words "Nerve Gear' sounded quite ominous.

"Oh, you have seen nothing yet." chuckled Selesia as she closed the collar around Camille's neck. It clicked shut, and the two robots finally released her.

"You Albas are arrogant and conceited, and I have no patience for your supremacist crap anymore." smiled Selesia. "But the Gods have seen fit to provide me with a way to vent my frustrations. By the time I am done with your training, you will never see an Eighty-Six as an existence lower than yourself."

"Training?" paled Camille. "What do you mean by that, you filthy, perverted pig?"

The left corner of Selesia's lips twitched, and her smile widened.

"You just made it worse for yourself. Follow me."

Without waiting for her answer, Selesia, one hand holding the end of the chain, turned and started walking. Camille had no choice but to shuffle along.

Camille carefully watched her surroundings, looking for anything she could use, and frowned in confusion. The alarm caused by her intrusion should have put the crew into a frenzy, but she didn't see anyone else. The only people seemingly present were Selesia and the one named Altair, who had spoken through the robot. And their comments about the other ships seemed to suggest… Was there only two people inside this enormous airship? It seemed impossible.

Selesia eventually stopped in front of a metal door that slid open, revealing what seemed to be her personal quarters.

Once inside the door closed, and Selesia let go of the chain. Another large thing appeared in her hands, a bundle of black leather, but Camille could also see some straps with steel buckles. Selesia unfurled it, revealing its real form. The thing seemed to be a hybrid between a tight sleeping bag from the waist to the toes, and a straitjacket for the upper body. Belts and lacings all over would tighten it further, making escape completely impossible.

"I won't let you put me into that!" exclaimed Camille, horrified.

"Do you think I will give you a choice?" smirked Selesia. "I am not even asking for your name, because it doesn't really matter. You're just a slave from now on. My slave, and my Master's slave."

Camille struggled to free herself somehow and attack this demented animal in front of her, but her physical strength alone was no match against the steel restraining her.

Selesia seemed content to just watch her, until the door opened and another robot entered, a slimer model, holding two helmets, a black one and a white one. The white helmet was open-faced, but the other wasn't.

"The white helmet is for you, Selesia." said Altair. "No need for wires, these are wireless models and their fast-charging batteries have enough charge for up to twenty hours. Say 'Link start' to begin, or just signal me."

"That's great. Thank you, Altair." smiled Selesia as she took the black helmet and closed the distance to Camille.

Camille retreated until her back was against the wall but couldn't stop Selesia from putting the black helmet over her head, plunging her into darkness. The helmet's front was completely opaque.

"Link Start" said Selesia, and Camille felt strange all of a sudden, as if she was floating.

She suddenly recovered her sight, but she was in a different room, one with white walls, floor and ceiling. She felt a presence behind her and turned suddenly, seeing a woman wearing a black and gold uniform. Camille had to admit that she was beautiful for a pig, with golden eyes and long straight black hair, some of it gathered in twin-tails.

She was watching Camille with a thoughtful expression.

"Who are you?"

"Altair. I am the Typhoon's artificial intelligence." replied the woman, and Camille's eyes widened in shock and alarm.

This could explain the lack of crew, but to think that the Eighty-Sixes dared to use an AI, after the Legion!

"W-who built you?" asked Camille, horrified.

"I have several creators, all very talented women. All of them people that you Albas would call Eighty-Sixes."

"W-what happened to my companions?"

"I dislodged them from the Typhoon's landing gear before taking off. One broke a leg in the fall, but they are all alive. And you are quite fortunate. You won't realize it for a while, but falling into our hands will prove quite beneficial to you in the long term. Now let me work on improving this place. This was a rush job."

Altair turned away, looking at the walls, and they started to change. Their color and texture changed, turning into gray stone walls, the floor turned into teak, and the room became larger, the walls moving away. Pieces of furniture appeared, first of them a large bed, and Camille gulped as she noticed the many attachment points.

When Altair finally returned her attention to Camille, the space around them had become an ominous mix of a bedroom and a dungeon.

Several minutes passed, and Selesia appeared, dressed in the same black and gold uniform Altair wore.

"You did a great job as usual." smiled Selesia as she looked around.

"Thank you. I'll leave you to it, then, but I will be watching. If you need anything, just ask."

"Yes, thank you, Altair." nodded Selesia, and Altair disappeared.

"While your mind was in there, Slave, I have put the garment… let's call it a sleepsuit, on your body, and all straps and lacings are fastened tight. You are snug as a bug, lying on the ground near the bed."

Camille nodded reluctantly. She could faintly feel it, an unpleasant sense of pressure all over her body, mostly across her arms.

"You damn pig! Just wait until I can get free. I'll kick your ass!"

"Really?" smirked Selesia. Some kind of translucent interface appeared near her, and she started to fiddle with it. Seconds later, the collar around Camille's neck as well as the shackles on her wrists and ankles disappeared.

"How about you give it a try? If you win, I will let you go. But if you lose, before the day is over, I will tie you to that bondage bench over there and use a strap-on to fuck you."

"Disgusting! With an animal!?" exclaimed Camille, feeling absolute outrage at the very idea of having a sexual encounter with an Eighty-Six, much less a female one!

"Did you know? Many Eighty-Six often call the Albas 'White Pigs' among themselves." chuckled Selesia. "Just like you deny them their humanity because their eyes and hair aren't silver-colored, they deny your humanity because your vile actions and prejudices make you unworthy to be called humans. I wouldn't go quite that far, but they have a much better case than you."

Camille stopped herself just before she lost control and looked at Selesia with suspicion. Even if she beat her up, her real body would still be bound inside the ship, vulnerable to her whims.

On the other hands, she had little to lose, and she really, really wanted to inflict some pain on that disgusting pig.

"Will you keep your word, if I defeat you?" asked Camille.

"I actually will." nodded Selesia. "But do not get your hopes up. I did not reach my current position by being weak."

Camille nodded, lowered her center of gravity, and pounced toward Selesia, aiming for her throat to steal her breath away, and already preparing the follow-up strikes and her responses to Selesia's potential evasions or counters.

And it only took seconds for Camille to understand where Selesia's confidence came from, as the redhead evaded or deflected every single one of Camille's moves and retaliated with uncanny accuracy, hitting Camille's inner arms and legs in spots where her nerves were close to the skin.

Camille's movements became weak, and her arms felt numb. Selesia didn't give her much time to think about a way to overturn the situation as she pressed her attack, and Camille was overwhelmed and fell to the ground.

Selesia immediately straddled her hips, seized her wrists in a steel grip, and held them above her head with one hand, keeping her pinned to the ground. Camille struggled to free herself, but Selesia seemed to anticipate every move, and she simply was stronger.

When Camille paused to catch her breath, the translucent interface appeared again, and Selesia selected something in it with her free hand.

Camille instantly felt some changes on her body and looked at herself. Her legs, naked before like the rest of her body, were now clad in black latex stockings. Her arms and hands were similarly covered in black latex gloves up to mid-biceps. And tight around her torso were black leather straps that did nothing to cover her breasts, instead attracting the eyes to them by lewdly framing them.

Despite her discipline, Camille felt heat creep up to her face as she felt mortified, and Selesia used her temporary distraction to turn her around her force her arms behind her back. She did something else with her interface, and suddenly, Camille's arms were inside some kind of black leather sheath that had straps crisscrossing around her upper torso. The sheath was so tight that it pressed her elbows together and made her arms entirely useless.

"It isn't as fun to simply make the clothes and restraints appear on your body like this, but I don't want a struggle for every little thing." smiled Selesia with satisfaction. "Of course, since this is a virtual environment, there's always the option to ask Altair to remove the arms of your virtual body entirely, but that wouldn't look as nice."

Camille struggled to her feet as soon as Selesia got off her. The hateful woman started exploring the closets while Camille struggled to slip out of the arm restraint, but it just wouldn't come off.

Selesia found what she wanted and returned to Camille with a black leather collar and leash, as well as a crop.

Camille pondered trying to headbutt Selesia as she fastened the collar around her neck, but after fighting her, she suspected Selesia would react quickly enough to dodge, and even if she managed to hit her, she would still be their prisoner, with Altair still controlling this space.

…

Selesia finished closing the collar around her new toy's neck, brushing away from the leather her neck-length bob of silver hair, then connected the leash to it. She didn't show it, but deep inside, Selesia was boiling. Even now, in these circumstances where she clearly had all the power, this little moron had still called her an animal, to her face.

Selesia wanted to crush her pride until nothing of it remained, until this girl would be willing, no, eager to perform the most humiliating acts on command, and would readily describe herself as being inferior trash compared to any other member of Noah's harem.

Selesia pulled on the leash, forcing her to follow, and stopping in front of a large mirror.

"Take a good look at yourself, Slave."

"My name is Camille." glared the girl, only watching her reflection for two seconds.

"I do not care. You will only respond to Slave from now on." replied Selesia. She could guess that Camille had given her name to humanize herself in Selesia's eyes, to try to elicit some sympathy. That was smart of her. But it wouldn't save her.

"On your knees, Slave." commanded Selesia.

Predictably, the silver-headed woman remained standing, glaring at her defiantly. Selesia grabbed her upper body while using a knee to press on the back of Camille's leg, forcing her down to her knees. holding the leash near the collar, she stopped any attempt for her to get back up, and slowly moved toward an armchair in one of the room's corners.

Camille was forced to shuffle along on her knees to avoid falling forward.

"You will learn to obey, Slave, you can be sure of it." said Selesia with a sadistic smile. She sat on the armchair, lifted her left leg above the leash, capturing it between her boot's sole and the heel, and gradually pressed down, forcing Camille to bend her head down until her face was close to the ground, only a few centimeters from her boot.

"Start licking, Slave." said Selesia.

"You can't be serious!? You perv… Aooo!"

Selesia had, with a flick of her wrist, smacked the end of her crop on Camille's left butt cheek, and she reacted like she had been hit with a whip.

Because that was what it had felt like.

In the real world, the hit would only have caused a small sting. But this was a VR environment where Altair controlled the users' sensory input, and the crop she created wasn't an ordinary one.

Selesia slowly ran the crop along Camille's spine, and the Alba shivered as she didn't understand why the slowly moving tongue of leather caused waves of pleasure to spread from the area it touched.

She wanted to raise her head to look at Selesia, but the leash was taught, keeping her head down.

"We can spend hours doing it, Slave." smirked Selesia as she slowly moved the crop's tongue down her spine. "I control your pleasure."

She lifted the crop, and slammed it down Camille's right butt cheek.

"Gah…" gasped Camille before gritting her teeth.

"And I control your pain."

"How much of each I give will depend on you. I will not repeat myself."

"Fuck you! Gyaa!"

Selesia didn't say anything and simply swat at Camille's butt every six or seven seconds.

She didn't bother counting. She was sure the number went well over a hundred times.

But at this point, Camille's resistance broke. The very lack of Selesia's reaction to her insults and regularity of her blows eventually convinced Camille that the pain just wouldn't stop until she obeyed, like Selesia was an unfeeling machine.

And you couldn't negotiate with a machine. You couldn't outlast a machine. With her eyes shining from repressed tears of humiliation, Camille eventually extended her tongue, and made contact with the black leather of Selesia's boot.

She started licking, and the crop touched her spine, giving her pleasure this time.

"See? Was it so hard?" smiled Selesia. "Keep going until I tell you to stop."

Camille trembled in helpless anger and hesitated, but resumed her licking before Selesia decided she needed more pain.

Unbeknown to her, the soft leather on her tongue and the small waves of pleasure coming from her spine would soon make her develop a liking for the taste of leather. It would only be the first of many things she would develop a liking to.

And once the time came to end this VR training session, Selesia would replace the modified Nerve Gear Camille used with a black leather isolation hood with an integrated gag, depriving her of her speech, sight, and hearing, and filing her nostrils with the smell of leather. That was how she would sleep for the foreseeable future.

…

Alpha had been awake for a while, but couldn't do anything in her current state. She still wore the orange latex bodysuit, black latex gloves and stocking, was still stuck into the leather sleeping bag, blindfolded, and her mouth filled with the gag that also covered her lower face in more latex. All she could do was stew in silence until Sakura or one of her perverted companions came for her.

At least, her current bondage wasn't uncomfortable. It was almost relaxing, actually, to not have anything to do and simply… exist.

Alpha suddenly stiffened and tried to mentally stomp that line of thought into oblivion. For her to find her predicament comfortable was exactly what they wanted!

Her stomach growled, demanding to be fed, and she guessed they would come soon. She wasn't looking forward to it, because it would mean the torture would start again. They would make her watch Iota be played with and eventually break, while Alpha and the others would experience their own torment.

Alpha strained her body, testing the limits of her bonds. Not that she expected to find them any less unforgiving than they had been the night before, but she felt that if she didn't at least try, she would start losing ground she could never take back.

Some time later, she heard the door of her padded cell open, then the footsteps of what she thought were two women walk to her side.

Hands reached she her blindfold and removed it. Alpha blinked furiously a few times to get used to the sudden light before looking at Sakura and Epsilon.

"Good day, Alpha." smiled Sakura as she lifted Alpha's head to remove the gag. "Did you sleep well?"

"Why are you pretending to care, Sakura?" replied Alpha after exchanging a nod with Epsilon. "You're going to spend most of the day torturing me. Us."

"Do you want me to treat you more harshly?" asked Sakura with a raised eyebrow.

Epsilon started removing the belts of the leather bag.

"At least, it would be more honest." sighed Alpha.

"I didn't ask just to be polite, Alpha." shrugged Sakura. "I am also curious about the effects your bondage is having on you, about taking the decisions and responsibilities away from you."

"Even in my current situation, I am still Shadow Garden's vice-leader. I am still responsible for everyone in Shadow's absence." frowned Alpha. She remembered that she couldn't lie to them, so she wanted to change the subject before Sakura asked her if she found the experience relaxing.

"You aren't responsible for things outside of your control, and you have none right now." shrugged Sakura. "But let's get you ready for the day. It may be a long one."

Alpha didn't try to resist as Sakura and Epsilon got her out of the sleeping bag and encased her arms behind her back inside a black leather armbinder. They fed her, with an admittedly delicious breakfast, then removed the black leather chastity belt.

Alpha sighed as she saw those accursed black latex panties appear in Sakura's hands, and reluctantly stepped in them. Sakura lifted the panties, and they sat snugly over the orange latex bodysuit. Alpha bore no illusion that the thin latex layer would offer much help when the panties started vibrating.

Sakura gagged her again, filling her mouth and covering her face below the nose with more latex, and they led her to the same room as the day before. Most of the others were already there, secured to the wall by the wide belts at knee and waist level.

Alpha shared a nod of greeting with them before she, too, was bound against the wall by the belts.

Sakura and Epsilon left, and a minute later, three more people entered the room, Beta, escorted by Millia and Chisato. Beta found herself bound immediately on Alpha's left.

More people came, Millia and 665 this time.

665 wore the same black and orange outfit as Alpha, as well as the black leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, chastity belt, and collar. Her wrist cuffs were secured behind her back But she wasn't gagged, and after a second of hesitation, she spoke.

"Good morning, Alpha-sama, Beta-sama…"

Alpha nodded in acknowledgment as 665 greeted each of them, then fell silent, waiting.

Sakura and Epsilon eventually returned with Iota and bound her spread-eagled in the other room. They had not removed her latex prisoner outfit, but once again, Alpha didn't think it would protect her from their hands. Sakura fastened the red leather collar around Iota's neck.

"Everyone, Noah-sama had asked me to tell you a little about what I experienced during that night." said 665 once they were all there.

"Since he can manipulate how fast time flows inside the dream, I have spent the equivalent of five days with him. And… He is different from what I expected. I expected him to push me down immediately and… have his way with me. But…"

665 took a deep breath as she continued.

"Instead, he acted like a gentleman. He first asked me if I wanted to keep 665 as my name, or my original name, Maggie. I chose 665. He let me taste various tasty foods from different worlds. We played various games. We talked a lot, about my life, and his. And he let me watch many wondrous things…"

665 then blushed.

"A-and at the end of the l-last day, he… k-kissed me… And if felt good."

665 fell silent, embarrassed, and Sakura walked to her with a warm smile.

"You did well, 665." nodded Sakura. "Now that you met him, do you think you will have a bleak future as Master's slave?"

"…no." replied 665. "And, he told me to say one more thing to you, Sakura. He said I was to be trained like a maid from Britannia. Noah-sama said you would understand."

"Indeed I do." grinned Sakura. "The nobles of the Holy Empire of Britannia are very strict when training their maids, both for day and night duties, and it is a very… intense training course. You will be held to a high standard, and required to strive for excellence in all things. But once you accept your place, you will find this training to be… quite rewarding."

"Now, I am going to get you back to your cell and give you a few books to read to pass the time, before I return to entertain Iota. Follow me, 665."

665 nodded and stepped out of the room.

"Alright." smiled Chisato. "Epsilon, Millia, let's get started with Iota. The sooner she falls, the better for everyone."

Epsilon and Millia nodded as Iota in the other room stiffened in her bonds.

Like the day before, Alpha could only watch helplessly as the three young women surrounded Iota, and started fondling her.

Even before Sakura returned to add to the blonde, rabbit eared girl's torment, Alpha's panties started to vibrate. And as she had suspected, the thin layer of the orange latex bodysuit offered no protection at all.