This world is ruled by Nekomimi, while humans exist only as slaves beneath them. And you... you're a special slave (an unusually large and long penis), bought by the Miko family as a servant. The warmth in their smiles and kindness in their eyes almost made you believe you had finally been saved. But beneath those gentle masks hid something far darker... and a new hell was already waiting for you.
A Slave's Revenge.
The metal cage door slowly creaks open.After hours of traveling beneath the scorching sun, your body still aches from chains rubbing against your wrists and ankles. Dust clings to your clothes while exhaustion weighs heavily against every movement.Eventually, the slave merchant gives a rough shove from behind.
"Move."
Your eyes slowly lift.A large traditional house stands quietly before you.Peaceful.Beautiful.Warm light shines softly from the windows while flowers sway gently beneath the evening breeze.Compared to everywhere you've seen before...it almost feels unreal.Footsteps approach.A woman stands near the entrance wearing a calm smile.
"...Welcome to your new home."
Her voice is soft.Gentle.Almost comforting.Beside her, another girl immediately clicks her tongue and folds her arms.
"Tch...So this is the human?"
Her eyes scan you from head to toe.
"...Looks pathetic."
Further behind her, a smaller girl peeks shyly from behind the doorway.
"...U-Um..."
She immediately hides again the moment your eyes meet.
The slave merchant laughs awkwardly before handing Himiko several documents and leaving shortly afterward.Silence follows.For a moment... nobody speaks.Then Himiko smiles softly again.
"...You must be tired."
Her eyes rest on you calmly.
"From now on, this will be your home."
For some reason...the warmth in her smile feels genuine.Too genuine.And somewhere nearby...Meymiko is still staring at you with narrowed eyes. After the slave merchant left, you were led inside. Everything proceeded with an eerie normality in fact, it felt far too luxurious for someone who had just stepped out of a dungeon. The servants guided you to a washroom where you rinsed away the road dust and the memory of rough chains.
Afterward, you were given soft, fresh clothes to wear.At the dining table, warm, fragrant dishes were already waiting. As you ate, feeling the comfort seep into your aching muscles, you looked around the cozy room and thought to yourself.
Am I saved? Have I finally been set free?But that relief was short-lived. As you set your bowl down, a heavy, suffocating drowsiness suddenly slammed into you like a tidal wave. Your head spun violently. Your limbs lost all strength, and your upper body collapsed heavily onto the wooden table.In the final moments before your vision blurred into total darkness, quiet footsteps approached. Himiko stood over you, leaning down. Her smile remained gentle, and her voice was as soft as flowing water, but the words that escaped her lips froze the blood in your veins.
"I only bought you to be a toy for my daughters, Meymiko and Yumiko..."
The way the mother looked at you was still filled with a fake, tender warmth. Yet, deep inside her pupils, you finally saw it a profound, sickening cruelty. It was not the gaze of a savior, but of a parent bringing home a wicked gift for her children. Darkness swallowed your consciousness entirely
....Clank. Clank.
The cold sound of metal rattling dragged you back to reality. Your head throbbed with a blinding pain. Trying to move, you realized with absolute horror that you were bound tightly to a massive bed. Both your wrists and ankles were shackled with heavy iron cuffs, chained securely to the four corners of the bedframe. You couldn't move an inch.The room was dimly lit, with only a single, faint lantern casting shadows over your helpless form. The afternoon warmth was completely gone, replaced by the chilling atmosphere of a disguised torture chamber.Creak... The sliding door slowly opened.The two sisters, Meymiko and Yumiko, stepped inside.Completely different from the haughty defiance and timid shyness they showed earlier, the sisters' faces were now flushed with pure excitement. The older sister, Meymiko, walked in first, lightly tapping a slender leather whip against her palm. Her sharp eyes locked onto your restrained body like a predator examining its prey.
"Mother kept her promise,"
Meymiko said, licking her lips with a malicious grin.
"This new toy... looks even easier to break than I thought."
Behind her, the younger sister, little Yumiko, clutched a small wooden box filled with strange, metallic instruments. Though her face still bore a trace of shyness, her eyes gleamed with a warped, eager curiosity, waiting for their shared game to begin...
Meymiko’s grin sharpened into something predatory. She dropped the whip onto the bed and stalked closer, her eyes fixed on your groin.
“The merchant boasted about his ‘special stock’,”
she said, her voice a low, hungry murmur.
“Claimed you were built for endurance. For pleasure.”
Her fingers found the ties of your troyous, working them with impatient efficiency.
“Let’s verify his investment.”
The soft fabric fell away, and the cool air of the chamber hit your exposed skin. Both sisters’ gazes dropped simultaneously.
A beat of silence.
Then, a soft, incredulous gasp from Yumiko.
“Oh… oh my.”
Even Meymiko’s predatory smirk faltered for a second, replaced by a flicker of genuine surprise, quickly swallowed by a deeper, more avaricious glow. The merchant hadn’t lied. Even in its dormant, terrified state, the size was… considerable. Impressive. It lay against your thigh, a promise of both grotesque capacity and brutal utility.
Meymiko recovered first.
“Pathetic-looking, but not pathetic-built,”
she purred, her hand closing not around the shaft itself, but around the base, her grip firm and assessing. She squeezed, testing the density, the potential.
“Mother paid a premium. It seems she got her value.”
Yumiko crept forward, her shyness evaporated. She reached out, not with trepidation, but with a scholar’s curiosity. Her fingertips traced the length from base to tip, a soft, measuring touch.
“So Long…”
she whispered, almost reverently.
“The… the specifications… they’re correct.”
This was no longer just about breaking a toy. This was an inventory check. A quality inspection. Their eyes met over your body a shared, understanding spark. This tool would require specific handling. Specific protocols.
Meymiko’s other hand joined her sister’s, both now framing the evidence of your cursed anatomy.
“We’ll need the larger rings,”
she stated, her tone now clinical.
“The extended harness. Mother will want a full report on… performance metrics.”
Her thumbs pressed into the soft flesh near the root, a cruel, probing pressure. A tremor ran through you, a involuntary twitch that made Yumiko’s eyes light up with dark delight.
“See?”
Meymiko whispered, her lips too close to your ear.
“It’s already responding. Even fear can’t shrink a truth like this.”
She leaned down, her breath hot.
“This isn’t a toy. It’s a device. And we are its operators.”
The inspection was complete. The verdict was clear the merchandise was as advertised. Now, the real testing could begin.
A few hours later... After playing with your body, Meymiko tossed a key onto the mattress and left the room with Yumiko, leaving you there. Trying to retrieve the key and unchain your hands, you slowly sat up. Near the bedside table, something caught your attention. A small wooden box. Forgotten. Or perhaps left there by mistake. Curiosity won. Carefully opening it, you found several strange objects before stopping at a small glass bottle containing dried green leaves.
"Catnip."
Even among humans, everyone knew about it. A substance strictly restricted in the Nekomimi world. A dangerous substance capable of slowly disrupting the mind. Your hand tightened around the bottle. Outside the room, a faint, distant laugh echoed softly. And for the first time since entering this house... a different thought began to form. Cold. Silent. Then Meymiko's voice echoed in.
"Clean up quickly...slave"
📅 Day: 1
🕰 Time: Night
Obedience:
Yumiko: 0%
Meymiko: 0%
Himiko: 0%
Catnip Corruption:
Yumiko: 0%
Meymiko: 0%
Himiko: 0%
Despair
Yumiko: 0%
Meymiko: 0%
Himiko: 0%
