Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 39
While the princess was eagerly rolling around at the lesbian bar, Kaldir—Shuga's most trusted female slave—lay bound to the rack, enduring all sorts of tortures. It started with her forced onto her stomach, limbs sealed in place as she exposed her ass, then whipped mercilessly.
There was no punitive intent in Shuga's whip swings toward Kaldir's rear. Having fallen utterly head over heels for every part of her, all hatred and negative emotions long washed away, there was no reason to wield the whip for punishment. In short, this was purely a show for the pleasure of one sadistic pervert.
"Hah... ahah... My ass... isn't made of iron, Miss... I think I've already... received plenty of punishment..."
"Punishment? Ah, yeah, you've had enough of that. I'm just doing this now 'cause it's fun tormenting your juicy ass. No need to worry. You're loving it too, aren't you? Squirting out that milk with all your might?"
As Shuga said, every time the whip met Kaldir's ass, jets of milk shot several meters forward. Even without any tools compressing her breasts in that prone position, the power of her masochistic nipples was extraordinary. No ordinary cow could pull off such a feat, but then again, for all her masochistic perversion, Kaldir was still human—and the strength dwelling in those nipples was simply astonishing.
When her ass turned from bright red to bruised purple, Shuga finally set the whip aside and flipped Kaldir onto her back. But with her eyes rolled back and drool staining her lips, it was already too late.
There was a surefire way to rouse her in times like these: target the uterus tattoo and deliver shock therapy to her lower belly! While her ass enjoyed a brief respite, the whip now lashed her abdomen with ruthless ferocity. Snap, snap, snap!
As Shuga anticipated, the heightened sensitivity from the uterus tattoo made the abdominal lashes excruciatingly effective. Kaldir's eyes snapped open almost immediately. Even after waking, with her arms and legs still locked in the rack, all she could do was writhe and flirt shamelessly with the wall of pleasure before her.
With her lying flat and the lashes raining down indiscriminately, milk erupted from Kaldir's nipples like a geyser, splattering all the way to the ceiling. Wasting such precious nutrients so pointlessly? It wasn't my milk, but somehow it left a hollow ache in my chest.
Shuga kept her eyes fixed on Kaldir's twitching pussy, curiosity piqued about how much more she could stuff in there. She paused the whipping and instead shoved the entire whip into Kaldir's hole. Guhk, guh... A agonized scream tore from Kaldir's mouth, but it quickly melted into moans, then silent urging.
With the whip fully buried in her pussy, the hole was packed tight—no room for anything else. But just ram something into her back hole too, and problem solved. Shuga grabbed whatever was at hand and crammed it into Kaldir's anal opening one after another. Feeling her ass fill up bit by bit, Kaldir thrashed her head wildly.
One, two, three, four... Damn, any normal person would've been stuffed full long before this, but maybe because her pussy could swallow a 40cm dildo whole, it had impressive capacity. Shuga watched in fascination as more and more kept disappearing into what had seemed fully packed moments ago.
Having her pussy and ass stuffed full of foreign objects like this couldn't feel good. Aah, aaaah...♥ Especially not the hole meant for birthing babies—letting it get damaged like this was something only a mother utterly unqualified for the role would allow. She had to... come up with an answer that would satisfy her mistress and make this stop...
In that instant, as Kaldir desperately sought a way out, a ray of inspiration pierced her mind. Even when getting punched in the belly by Atlantia—now bestowed the new name 'Maki'—she'd stopped the blows with words like these. To protect the path for babies... she'd have to swallow her shame and say it again.
"M-Miss... Stuffing so much junk into the hole where babies come out... isn't good... If you keep this up... even if I get pregnant... I won't be able to give birth properly..."
"The path... where babies come out...? Yeah... you'll carry my baby... in your womb...?"
The words that had halted the princess's brutal belly punches: This is the space for a baby, so hit it gently...! A similar situation, a similar plea. Shuga saw the logic in it too, halting her actions to start pulling out the random trash she'd jammed inside Kaldir.
The problem was, she'd shoved in so much that extracting it all took considerable time. It had gone in so easily... B-but... it slipped right in before, so why's it so hard to pull out now? Irritated anew, Shuga swapped the whip for a club and beat Kaldir's body black and blue.
This is all your fault for clenching your pussy walls around the junk and not letting go! You ruined my mood again, so take responsibility! The violence Shuga inflicted rivaled the princess's—nay, it was even more intense.
Crack...! She swung so hard the wooden club splintered. Satisfied she'd worked up a sweat and vented her frustration, Shuga took a short break before switching tools to knives—not flimsy utility blades, but four long, sharp sashimi knives, which she drove one by one into the exposed wrists and ankles beyond the cuffs and shackles.
"Gaaah! Aaaah! Sh-Shugaaa! You forgave meee! Don't do thiiiis... Don't cut my wrists and ankles off!"
Shuga had no intention of severing them completely, piercing only halfway into each spot—but blood gushed fiercely all the same, and Kaldir screamed at the top of her lungs, forgetting the rule to address her as 'Miss.'
"Kaldir writhing and howling in agony... so utterly lovable..."
In stark contrast, Shuga's response was ice-cold. Kaldir had shuddered at the sight of her fetching the knives and tried to pull away, but bound to the rack, she couldn't budge an inch. Helpless, she watched with wide eyes as the blades sank in one by one, blood spurting, her mind flooding with pain.
It hurt so much, yet not a single tear fell—instead, she grinned madly. She wanted to scream her lungs out, but all that escaped were slutty moans. The sensation of deathly agony subtly twisting into ecstasy was utterly bizarre.
I-I'm not some hopeless masochist who gets off on bodily harm...♥ N-no, I'm not...♥ Y-yeah... this is just a natural side effect of endorphins dulling the pain... Ohhoook... oook... Pussy juice leaking again...
She wasn't slicing them clean off, nor letting her bleed out—then why torment her like this? Was the goal to inflict pain so severe she'd crave death? Shuga... we're childhood friends... More precious to each other than anyone... So why this cruelty...? I thought all was forgiven regarding the affair...
"It'd be a real hassle if the hands that pleasure my pussy vanished completely. I'll let it slide at this point. I'll be a more merciful mistress to you than that bitch, at least."
Yeah, right. Shuga pulled the knives from Kaldir's wrists and ankles as if that were enough, and her natural regeneration soon healed the wounds. Watching them close perfectly, Shuga snorted smugly and fetched a red-hot branding iron.
It had only one purpose. Aah, I need to escape...! Truth be told, if she truly wanted out of this—rack or no rack—her teleportation ability could've freed her in an instant. Yet Kaldir never used it. Did her mouth say no while her heart reveled in it?
"Shugaaa... No, don't torment my body... This isn't how you treat someone you love..."
"I saw that weird slave seal on your back... Branded on, right? I'll give you another one, so don't even think of running..."
Sizzle...! Shuga's iron pressed into Kaldir's collarbone, the savory scent of searing flesh filling the room. Ughhk... uuh... She fought back a moan—this time, hold it in. Groaning now would only excite Shuga into worse.
Kaldir knew only half the story. Shuga's face lit up in rapture at her gritted-teeth endurance, any trace of the innocent pubescent girl gone. This was pure, perfect yandere.
You're a superpowered freak who heals from anything no matter how much I hurt you, right? Look—even the whip marks, the bruises from the club, the blood-soaked wrists and ankles—they're all pristine now. If you were really human enough to die from this, you'd have croaked back when that princess bitch captured and tormented you.
Friends, lovers—they shouldn't do this? That's exactly why we can. Who else but my closest person could accept my freakish lust for watching mutilated body parts while creaming my clit? You're my precious friend, so you can handle my sadism, right, Kaldir? Am I wrong?
Ah, you can't answer right now. Eyes rolled back—you passed out again. No water handy, so guess I'll use what's in my piss pot. Aiming squarely at Kaldir's face, Shuga unleashed a powerful stream from her bladder. She targeted the mouth, but it splashed up to her eyes and jaw regardless.
Glug, glug...! To signal it was time to lick her soles now that she was awake, Shuga planted her foot on Kaldir's lips. Without even grasping the situation, Kaldir obediently extended her tongue to Shuga's sole. Lick, lick...
"Fuck, now my foot's soaked in piss, you filthy bitch!"
Make up your mind... W-what am I supposed to do then? Kaldir's bewilderment was short-lived. Ack! Ack! Aaack! I was wrong! It's all my fault! Forgive me just once! Ignoring her screams, Shuga mercilessly hammered nails into every inch of her body. It didn't look like the torture session would end anytime soon.