The cold metal pressed against Lily's neck, clicking into place with a soft, merciless sound.
The collar wasn't just a decoration — it was a contract. A symbol of ownership.
His body, already tamed and stretched by countless hands, trembled under its new weight.
A leash dangled from the collar, resting against his bare chest, reminding him he no longer had a name... only a role.
"You look perfect like this," the voice whispered behind him.
"A pet. A toy. A femboy bred for pleasure."
He stood in front of a mirror — forced to look at himself.
His flushed cheeks, his wet, swollen lips, his cursed body twitching and leaking, soft moans escaping from his throat even when no one touched him.
"Your moans, your whimpers, your tears — all of it belongs to us now."
Fingers slid under his chin, lifting his face as the woman behind him smiled in the mirror.
Her gloved hand trailed downward, between his thighs, brushing the soaked, tender slit, making him gasp softly.
"You've been used by many... but we're not finished."
"You're far from full."
The leash tightened, pulling him forward, his knees weak, body obeying before his mind could protest.
"Walk, my little cursed darling."
"Tonight, I'll teach you how to be the perfect obedient pet."
The leash pulled tighter with every step, and Lily followed on trembling legs.
Each click of the heels behind him was a reminder:
He didn't walk for himself anymore — he walked for them.
The room they led him to was dim and scented with leather, oils, and sweat.
In the center stood a padded bench, low and wide, designed for one thing only.
"Up you go, pet."
The command was soft, but sharp enough to slice through his hesitation.
He crawled onto the bench, his cursed body on display, his soft slit already glistening from the mere scent of the room.
Hands pressed against his lower back, forcing him to arch — his ass raised high, thighs spread wide, his hole twitching with anticipation.
Another set of hands pulled the leash tighter, wrapping it around a hook above, locking his neck into place.
"A perfect position... for a perfect little femboy."
A warm, slick object brushed against his entrance — thicker, longer, and colder than anything that had claimed him before.
It slid in slowly, stretching him inch by inch, making his voice tremble with broken moans, high-pitched and wet.
"This is obedience, Lily."
"You're learning to crave it."
The toy wasn't just a toy — it pulsed, it throbbed, as if alive, sinking deeper into his body, reshaping him from the inside.
"Moan for us, pet."
"Let us hear how much you love being filled."
And Lily obeyed.
His voice rang out, sweet and soaked in shame, echoing against the walls.
A melody only the cursed and broken could sing.
Lily's body was no longer his own.
Pinned, leashed, stretched — the toy pulsed deep inside him, locking him in a cycle of endless pleasure and unbearable shame.
Every thrust was slow, calculated, designed to tease the very edges of his sanity.
The women surrounded him, their hands roaming, their lips whispering filth into his ears.
"You were born for this, weren't you?"
"A cursed femboy with a body too perfect not to break."
One woman slid her fingers into his mouth, pressing them down on his tongue as his throat welcomed them without resistance — drool leaking from the corners of his lips.
"So obedient now."
"So eager to serve, to swallow, to take everything we give."
Another woman pressed her hips against his face, smothering him in her soaked, dripping heat, making him gasp and whimper under her control.
His moans were swallowed by her body, each sound vibrating against her until she shivered, grinding deeper.
"Good toy."
"Don't stop until you've had your fill of me."
And even as his hole stretched wider, the toy replaced by something warmer, thicker — the real thing — Lily's body welcomed it like a curse he couldn't escape.
His voice cracked, raw and high, his mind drowning in waves of overstimulation.
Tears streaked his cheeks, but behind the humiliation burned a single, undeniable truth:
He didn't want them to stop.
He wanted more.
Deeper. Harder. Forever.
"You belong to us."
"And you love it."