Lupu's New Toy Part II

After several dozen minutes of staring at the closed door, you finally let yourself relax and sigh in relief. After what felt like days of torture orchestrated by your giant captor, she had suddenly dumped you onto the table and wordlessly dressed herself. Once she was fully clothed she turned to you with a fake doting tone, as if she actually cared for you. "I'm sure you're as disappointed as I am that we have to cut our fun short my little pet, but I have work to get to. As fun as playing with you is my service to the supreme one comes first, and I don't think I'll take you with me... at least not today. I'm not really sure when I'll be back, or when any of my sisters might get here, so feel free to explore your new home in the meantime. Just make sure not to make any kind of a mess or go outside, or you REALLY won't like what I do to you when I come back". A cold shiver went down your back just thinking of her hard, merciless expression before leaving the room. But an eternity of torture didn't appeal to you much either, so there was no way you weren't going to at least TRY to escape now that you were sure she was really gone. You scurry over to the edge of the vast table, but hesitate after looking down at the dizzying drop to the floor, even if there was a carpet. But despite your queasiness you nervously rub the ring on your finger, and some of your courage returns. While your tormentor had healed and increased your hardiness with her own magic at first, she eventually seemed to get a bit sick of that routine. Despite your desperate hopes this didn't signal a break however, as she left for all of a few minutes before returning with a ring. After forcing you to stick a finger through the giant ring, it magically shrunk and snugly fit onto you. She briefly explained that it would make your far sturdier, so she wouldn't have to heal you as often. While the sequence of events that occurred after being given a "Gift", you were glad to have it now at least. Closing your eyes and taking one last deep breath, you dashed forward off of the table. Your ears rang and the feeling of air zipping past you was sickening, but the impact was far worst. While nothing broke thanks to the magic of the ring, it did little to lessen the pain of slamming into the ground at such a high velocity. After taking a few minutes to collect yourself however, you finally got to your feet and began the slow trek towards the looming door in the distance.

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"Oh, you're finished with your work as well Narberal?"

Yuri Alpha looked a bit surprised after running into one of her sisters on the way to their room on the 10th floor. While the sisters made an effort to gather for tea whenever they could manage, which their master graciously arranged their schedule for, it was a bit rare for more than one to be free of tasks on a normal day. "I was supposed to go on a quest with Ainz-sama today, but it was cancelled at the last minute. There was nothing else of interest on the job board, so Ainz-sama said I could head back to Nazarick". Yuri shot her sister a look of pity, shaking her head sadly. "Even if it wasn't your fault being forced to leave Ainz-sama's side must have been greatly unpleasant, you have my condolences." While her sisters expression didn't shift much, Yuri could tell she hit the mark. "I wish I could have ground the  silverfish at the guild who wasted Ainz-sama's time under my heel, and pulled apart the mealworms who's bad scouting led to the quest in the first place. But Ainz-sama ordered me to let it go, so we didn't ruin our cover." Yuri listened to her sister gripe silently, before  doling out her advice. "Disobeying the supreme one obviously can't be allowed, but I certainly understand why you're angry. But if Ainz-sama is letting such disrespect go he certainly has a good reason, so it's for the best that you just relax and wait for tomorrow in our room." Yuri didn't answer, but continued walking alongside her eldest sister until they reached their room. After Yuri elegantly opened the door for her, Narberal entered with her vision already locked onto the cloudlike cushions of the common room couch.

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You trekked onwards towards the door, your fervor to leave this place behind for good triumphing over your exhaustion. While still quite a bit away, the door now stretched high enough that you could barely make out the top of it. But your growing excitement vanished like a summer breeze as the massive door suddenly swung open, and the black and white pattern of the maid uniform from your nightmares engulfed your vision. But your terror- stricken mind quickly shifted to confusion as an upward glance revealed a completely different face than the one you expected, though the cold eyes of it still didn't inspire much hope in you. The comments your torment made about sisters shot through your mind, and you made a split second decision to throw yourself face down onto the ground. With your torturers departure being so recent, you frantically prayed that she hadn't actually gotten around to telling her sisters about you. With your flattened profile and lack of movement they might not spot you, and once they were further inside you could begin cautiously making your way to the exit again. You resisted the urge to look up as the ground beneath you shook, and thunderous stomps pounded your eardrums. Shortly into this cacophony however you were suddenly slammed from above with immense pressure, and a deafening CRUNCH rang out. It felt like a mountain had dropped onto you! While what you knew had to be shoe continued on after barely a second of crushing you, the pain coursing through you was IMMENSE. Even with the ring you were amazed you hadn't been turned into a bloody paste, although that what almost be preferable to the pain you felt. With the new arrival now past you and with a glimpse of your freedom much needed after what had just happened, you shakily pushed yourself upright and looked towards the door. But your desired view was obscured by a second pair of massive shoes and a towering black and white dress. Your frazzled mind couldn't even comprehend what you were seeing, not that you could have for safety in your condition anyway. With a sickening SQUISH that you were sure to hear in your dreams resounded the pain you were in seemed to triple, and you barely held onto consciousness as your face was slammed into the ground once more. Once again the pressure lifted fairly quickly, but you were strangely able to see the ground  beneath you again despite not raising your head. Your thoughts failed to catch up before the onyx black shoe descended for another step, the pressure blasting onto you once more. While you felt... flatter, as bizarre as that feeling was... you somehow weren't dead. The pain within you continued to mount with each crashing SLAM against the floor, but the merciful gates to the other side still refused to open for you. A shrill scream joined the amalgamation of sounds ringing out in chorus, and you disjointedly realized that you had to be making it. The thought of the unaware goddess above you hearing you didn't even cross your mind, but the small output your lungs were able to managed ensured that wasn't an issue in the first place.

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After walking over to the kitchen, Yuri began brewing a pot of sweet-smelling tea. While she was unable to drink it herself as a Dullahan she knew it would help her sister relax, not to mention preparing tea upon returning home was a routine her creator had built into her. The serious maid kept a stern expression while she awaited the tea to finish boiling, but a rhythmic tapping could be heard as her foot exposed her impatience. Once the pot was

finally ready to be served she moved it onto an ornate silver tray, and brought it to the living room. After pouring her sister a cup which she received with a grateful nod, she left her to relax in peace. Crossing to the other side of the spacious living room she settled into a comfortable armchair, and propped her feet onto the nearby footstool. While her body could not physically tire it was still mentally soothing to relax like this, and as she picked up the leather-bound book she had left next to the chair yesterday she resolved herself to perfect her mental state before her next assignment. Once absorbed into her literature time passed by outside her notice, until the distinct sound of a message spell connecting rung through her head. Dropping the book into her lap she quickly answered, and as she was conversing with her master she noticed her sister watching her with interest out of the corner of her eye. Once she bid her lord farewell she finally turned to Narberal, and explained the message she had received. "It would seem our sister Lupusregina picked up a pet a while ago while on a patrol, and Ainz-sama allowed her to bring it into Nazarick as a reward for her work. He messaged me to let me know that we could all use it to help relieve our stress, and to ask that whoever is here when our sister is out look after it for her." A confused frown crossed Narberal's face. While any orders from Ainz-sama were a grand gift while they were idle, she was surprised to hear her sister had taken an interest in a creature outside of Nazarick. While her sadistic streak would get her excited over the pain and suffering of the denizens of the new world, bringing home a pet and pleading to keep it seemed far more Shizu's style. Of more immediate concern however was where exactly this pet was, they had been here for some time and hadn't heard or seen anything to suggest a new occupant. While one could argue that Lupusregina only should be responsible for the safety of her newfound pet, Ainz-sama's message implied that It was a gift to ALL of them. The thought that they may have lost a gift from Ainz-sama right after getting it caused her freeze up with nerves, and a side-eyed glance at her eldest sister showed she had followed the same train of thought. Yuri was able to calm herself before her sister, and made to comfort her as best she could. "Alright now, we don't know if it managed to get out or not. It could be asleep in one of the other rooms, we've been pretty quiet since arriving. I'll go look around while you finish your tea, and if it isn't here we'll just have to start searching the floor for it. I doubt it was able to use the gates." Despite the nerve wracking situation Yuri maintained enough calm not to sprint around the chambers the supreme ones had created for them, though she walked at a speed most humans could only sprint at. While her sister conducted her search Narberal absentmindedly reached for her cup once more. While not exactly thirsty she knew the tea would calm her down at least, and slurped it quickly into her mouth. To her annoyance there was a lump of something that must have been stuck to the cup, Lupusregina never took doing the dishes seriously when she wasn't on duty. Angrily swishing it in her mouth for a few moments she nearly spat the odd tasting clump back into the cup, but with them likely leaving to search for this new pet soon without time to wash up, she felt that would make her no different from that slob of a werewolf. She begrudgingly swallowed it with an audible gulp, just in time for a taciturn Yuri to return empty-handed. Without another word the two set off into the hallway outside, praying to the supreme beings that the missing beast hadn't wandered far.

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*Scat Warning*

After what felt like lifetimes of being pounded into the marble floor by the mountain of a woman above you, you were finally given a respite when she took a seat in a chair of some kind. Thanks to being flattened facedown you were able to look out at the room, and could tell that you were now in the far corner of the living room. You couldn't see the door from your angle but knew it would be tortuously far, and vented some of your anger with a bitter glare at the woman you could see on the couch. While she had caused you far less pain than either of the other two, you were still far less than fond of her. Once your anger faded enough to actually absorb what you were seeing, you were a bit confused. The outfit she was wearing was close to what the first woman had worn, both her skin and features had little resemblance. The first woman had shifted between the expressions of a playful child and cruel monster in a heartbeat, but she had never shown the cold, refined look that this new woman did. While she appeared human at a glance and he could make it her ears clearly, her narrowed gaze and prideful aura nearly convinced him that she was an elf. While interesting however, escaping from this hellhole held priority over observing this strange woman. With a muffled groan you tried to pull yourself off of this shoe, but to your great worry you seemed to be stuck like a fly in a web. While the pain had lessened your body still felt oddly flat, and you feared that the magic of your ring had doomed you to a life as the squashed goop of an insect, decorating an oblivious woman's sole. As time passed you gave up your struggle, crying silent tears as you awaited your new goddess to depart with you once again. But an unknown amount of time later your rumination was broken as your head, with the distinct sound of something sticky being peeled off, drooped to your chest. Now wide awake you realized your body felt far fuller than it had before, and with renewed vigor struggled to pull yourself off of your pitch black prison. With great effort your finally succeeded, panting heavily but with a broad grin across your face. With your adrenaline still pumping you rushed to the edge of the footstool, and plunged off without a second thought. The impact was still painful, but for better or worse you were used to pain by now. Once back on your feet you began marching towards the door once more, refusing to acknowledge the now vaster distance or glance at the two titans who could spot and pounce on you at a moment's notice. Not long into your trek however you suddenly hear shifting movement behind you, and you freeze in place. You don't dare to look back, and after a long bout of uncomfortable silence you breathe a sigh of a relief as the woman behind you simply starts conversing with the one on the couch. Your relief starts to fade however as you digest the contents of their conversation, so much for them not knowing about you. You find some solace in the fact that they don't seem to know exactly what they're looking for, but you are still conflicted on whether to continue your escape attempt, or to try and hide before they start searching in earnest. Before you can decide the deafening creak of a chair being freed from it's weight rang out, along with the distinctive thud of shoes connecting marble. Your fear overrides your self-imposed ignorance, and you turn just in time to see the impregnable toe of a familiar shoe arc into your torso. You find yourself soaring through the air after being punted like a child's ball, but against your expectations instead of crashing back onto the floor you land with a splash into some kind of body of liquid. While you do indeed make contact with the bottom of this strange lake, the pain from the impact is nowhere near your biggest problem. Whatever liquid this pond was made of was scalding hot, your eyes clamped shut after being scalded by it, not that you could see much beforehand. Panicking and struggling you try to swim to the surface, and pant in relief after feeling fresh air glide over you. Rubbing your eyes your sight slowly begins to return to you, but while it was still blurred the still pond you were floating in suddenly shakes and turns turbulent like a violent sea. Barely keeping afloat as you are thrown about, more liquid splashes onto your face. Swearing and thrashing, your vision finally clears just in time to make out the expansive face of the prideful woman blotting out the sky above like some primordial god. Your voice catches in your throat, and your blood runs cold despite your warm environment. But despite your proximity no mocking laughter ran out, or grasping hand come to pluck you out like a worthless bug. The titanic woman merely continued to raise the pon… cup to her face. It's as you finally recognize your surroundings when the realization of what is happening hits you, the soft lips of the raven-haired beauty that loomed in front of you now seeming like the gaping maw of a dragon. Even if you had wanted to risk revealing yourself in order to scream for mercy, your body wasn't in the mood to cooperate at the moment. A nihilistic buzz seemed to take over you, and you reluctantly waited to be swept down the approaching gullet. Your body is dragged alongside the tea through the slightly parted lips, which feel almost like pillows caressing you as you pass by. You then find yourself upon the dampened flesh of her tongue, which catches you as the accompanying tea continues onward into her awaiting throat. You are slowly but forcefully swished around her moist cavern of a mouth, before finally being tossed backwards into the cramped passage to her stomach. While you had gone through all this once before thanks to your initial captor, you were less than thrilled to have to relive it. After what felt like ages of being slowly pulled through her esophagus, you finally fall with a plop into the cocktail of digestive juices swirling in her stomach. Unlike before you knew better than to try and clamber onto the melting food nearby, so you composed yourself to just tread "water" until the next step of the process began. After a few hours of monotonous waiting to the echoing sound of burbling acid, you finally felt the acid under you begin to drag you down. You shut your eyes tight as you feel yourself sliding through this woman's intestines, the experience feeling at first like being carried by a river before drying up and colliding you into the waste ahead of you. The smell was as unbearable as the first time, but you stayed limp with eyes shut instead of wasting the energy struggling. The waste behind you that you knew was coming finally arrived, and you found yourself being entombed in the shit of this unaware predator. Time passed in this hell without meaning, before you finally felt the telling pull of gravity and heard the splash as your vessel left her body. Now out of the anus of the woman and with your prison turning more mushy in the water, you finally jerked and clawed your way out. Breaching into the welcoming yellowed water of the commode, you cast your eyes skyward. Your view of the outside is eclipsed by the massive ass you had just fallen from, and you watch disgusted as more feces strain their way out of the puckering hole and land nearby to you. After a few more droppings and droplets of urine the woman finally gets to her feet and begins to wipe, as you darkly ponder if your next destination will be the sewer of this strange place or back into the clutches of your captors...

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Narberal shifted and grunted atop the Pleiades' commode, an expression of great anger and discomfort plastered across her face. Her outlook didn't stem from her bowel movements however, but from the fact that her and Yuri had failed to track down this elusive new "pet". By all rights they should have already gone to Ainz-sama's office to report this failure, but the stress of disappointing their supreme being had upset Narberal's stomach to the point that if she hadn't detoured to handle it she would have likely soiled herself in his presence, an unimaginably shameful outcome that made her shiver just to think of. With a final grunt she felt the last of her waste leave her, and she quickly stood to wipe and hurry along to Ainz-sama's office. Distracted as she was it's no surprise that she paid little attention to the contents of the toilet bowl, but just before moving to flush a strange wriggling mass inside caught her eye. Thinking at first that Entoma had left one of Grant's children behind after her own trip the loo, a closer look showed her a far more humanoid figure cloaked in her own feces. This revelation confused her to no end, she had never heard of such a being among her fellow denizens of Nazarick, but the thought that such a pitiful mayfly could have made it this deep into the tomb without being detected was more than impossible. As she was pondering this mystery her need to still go apologize to Ainz-sama kept passing through her mind, and with a sudden shock the truth of the matter clicked for her. Gazing down at the diminutive dung-beetle with a mix of relief, disgust and anger, she reached into the bowl and plucked him out with two fingers. Dropping him into the sink she methodically washed both him and her hands, before walking out into the common room with their new "pet" grasped tightly within her palm. An impatient Yuri-alpha opened her mouth to chastise her sibling for taking so long, but stopped as her sister silently brought up her fist and unfurled it in front of her. Yuri quickly reached the same conclusion about the small figure that her sister did, and her expression shifted from impatience to straight annoyance. "Why was he hiding in the bathroom? And why did Lupusregina even get such  a frustratingly small pet in the first place!?" An exasperated Narberal tried to calm her sister down, even though she was equally ticked off. "I'm betting his sad size turns our sister on, and he was stranded in the toilet rather than hiding. I'm betting our sadistic sibling dropped him in there for us to torture him with our shit." Yuri sighed heavily and looked to the ceiling for guidance, before returning her gaze to the small creature. "As much as I would like to take my frustration out on our damn sister, breaking in this fellow should help a bit. Since Lupusregina clearly brought it in to be a slave, and Ainz-sama allowed it, getting it used to harsh treatment couldn't hurt. It has a protective ring anyway." At her sister's somewhat out of character harshness, a small grin spread across Narberal's face. Without another word she turned her hand to the side, allowing the pathetic insect to fall shrieking to the floor. Before it had a chance to pick itself up she stomped heartlessly onto it, her sisters shoe slamming down as well just as her lifted off of it. After several minutes of grinding their new toy into the ground in anger, Narberal started to desire more direct contact with her plaything. Stepping back from the stomping fest, she chuckled to herself as she freed her sweat-soaked socked feet from their shoes. Glancing up at what she was doing, Yuri followed suit, albeit while maintaining a more professional appearance. The shivering bug seemed too caught up in its suffering to pay attention to them, and made no attempt to dodge as the cruel doppelganger maid pressed down on him with her damp and stuffy sock, her smile only growing as she felt the sad struggles of the panicking insect through the fabric. She was usually more inclined to quickly and admittedly happily crush the lower lifeforms of the world beneath her, but she found herself understanding the viewpoint of some of her other sisters more and more as she reveled in marinating this pathetic cockroach in the cocktail of sweat she had brewed working tirelessly for the supreme beings. Yes, if anything this was a great honor for the bug, being allowed to bath in something the supreme one had willed to be created was a more generous fate than a lower lifeform deserved! Caught up in her awakening sadism, it wasn't until her sister tapped her shoulder that she remembered she was meant to be sharing this entertainment. Stepping back to let her sister take over, Narberal quickly sat down and began peeling off her socks without hesitation. A quick sniff of her rank toes made her reel back, and she could barely remain patient for the chance to subject the insect to this new torment. Whether she could sense her sister's fervor or was simply growing tired of this exercise, Yuri cut her smothering of the toy short and walked over to her chair to sit down. Without even taking the time to stand back up, an eager Narberal stretched out her leg and dropped it onto the poor bug with a wet slap. Dragging it back towards her, the maid gleefully wrung the pathetic ant between her feet, taking great pleasure both in the feeling of its struggling against her soft skin and the sight of it gagging on her salty sweat and pungent odor. After a few minutes Yuri grew bored of watching her sister enjoying herself and got back to her feet. Gesturing to her sister to pick up their new slave and bring it to the couch, she removed her own socks and propped her now bare feet onto the table after sitting down again. Once her sister had casually tossed their slave onto the table and joined her, Yuri locked eyes with the slave and gave out her orders. "Alright slave, the two of us have been on our feet all day, including a rather long and frustrating search for yourself. Your new task is to massage our feet, rub your whole body into them if you have to. Do it well if you want a break and meal afterwards." Before the slave could approach their feet and begin her sister's voice cut in, with some additional orders of her own. "It doesn't deserve a Nazarick  quality meal, especially after the headache it gave us today. It can drink up all our sweat while it's massaging us, and eat up any flakes of skin or toe jam it finds. If it doesn't want to we can just punish it even harsher than we just did, you know this the way Lupusregina would want us to train her new pet." While a bit disgusted by these new terms Yuri didn't dispute Narberal's last statement, and returned the pleading gaze of the slave with cold eyes. Hesitating for but a moment more, the pitiful living foot rag dragged itself before them and began it's work. Both sisters leaned back relaxed, and closed their eyes to enjoy their slow but thorough pampering. While their slave wallowed in the filth of their feet and rubbed his own skin raw against their expansive soles, the two women slipped into a blissful slumber. The slave continued without even noticing, so focused on his dreadful task that he didn't even hear the door to room opening just as he neared finishing...

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You shivered in fear and from cold as you hugged yourself through your sopping clothes, nerve wracked about what this cold-eyed giant could have planned for you. As you were brought up to the face of the second woman you avoided making eye contact with her, and your nerves only grew worse as the two titans talked about you. Suddenly without warning the vast palm beneath you turned to its side, sending you plummeting towards the ground . Landing with a painful thud you hadn't even tried to push yourself up before a titanic weight slammed onto your back, you knew it had to be one of their shoes without even looking. With a sadistic rhythm your body was flattened beneath the two goddesses, your mind going numb even as the pain failed to. While initially facedown you were rolled over repeatedly throughout the torture, your perpetually agape mouth filled over and over with the grime off the bottom of their shoes. The small part of your mind that held onto rationality noticed their shoes were relatively clean, looking almost new and strikingly beautiful. But no amount of beauty could wash away the horrid taste you were being subjected to, as apparently even divine beauties living in a divine realm tracked in some dirt from the outside world. Your suffering dragged on for ages, before slowing and finally, mercifully stopping. As wracked with pain as you were you forced yourself onto your knees and bowed down in prayer, fervently hoping that your act of worship would elicit some pity  from your divine tormentors. You could hear their muffled movements nearby but remained still, an ember of hope beginning to rekindle within you. But as typical of your luck of late your hopes were shattered quickly, as a new weight slammed onto you from above. While still incredibly heavy the object above you felt far softer than before and possessed a rather distinct odor, and your memory quickly turned to the awful time you had spent imprisoned in your original captor's shoe. Turning over your vision filled with the expected silky material of a sock, which looked far less pristine than the shoes had. The expensive fabric was marred  by the yellowed stains of prolonged use, and the soft embrace it was meant to give was sullied by how dampened it was in sweat. Both from look and smell it seemed like this woman had been wearing them for months, and you wisely kept your mouth clamped shut as you were rolled along the ground like a toy ball by this sadistic giantess. But that plan failed to hold as your breath started to run short, smothered by the fibers of the rancid sock. Finally gasping for air your throat was flooded with the sweat pouring off the sock, and you gagged both from the amount but mostly the sickening taste. After what felt like hours the sock finally left, you stuck to its clammy sweat for a moment before dropping back down. But with only a second of reprieve a near identical pair of socks dwarfed the sky above you from the opposite direction, and you couldn't even bring yourself to struggle as they descended onto you. The new muggy arrivals didn't stay for long however, but as the fleshy mass of a sweaty foot slammed onto you and dragged you across the floor, you found it difficult to be grateful for the sock's retreat. You barely held onto consciousness as you were twisted and flattened by the foul-smelling toes and grimy soles, and prayed to every god you had even heard of when the torture finally ceased and you were tossed onto a table like a discarded rag. The pair of torturers propped their now both bare feet in front of you, and complained without a mite of irony about the hard day THEY had. Too afraid to anger them however you bit back your caustic remarks and began worshipping their massive soles, continuing even as the duo started snoring peacefully out of fear of them waking up to you slacking. All of a sudden though you were grabbed from behind, and brought up to the blank face of yet another giant. She stared wordlessly at you for a minute with her one exposed eye, then glanced down to the two pairs of feet resting on the table. Still silent she leaned down to pry her boot off, and dropped you inside the steaming footwear. You struggled helplessly as yet another socked foot embraced you like a damp blanket, eliciting no more than a quiet "Uwah"  from your new captor.

Once she had processed that the strange creature in front of her must be the pet her sister had mentioned, Shizu attempted to determine what purposes it served. It wasn't cute enough to cuddle, and seemed too small and weak to make for a very good servant. Her sisters seemed to be using it to perform maintenance on their feet, but she didn't have time to relax and let it work. Since her sister's were already asleep however it seemed pointless to leave it with them, so she decided to see if it could perform it's duties from within her boot. To her surprise the pet sprung to life the moment it was trod upon, massaging her sole with great fervor. It was unusually for a lifeform not from Nazarick to show such enthusiasm with their duties, and Shizu began to understand why it had been granted the honor of living here...