Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 51
Threesome kisses, threesome scissoring, threesome anal licking... whatever it was, the three of them indulged in their depraved sex for quite a while, but even that Sodom-and-Gomorrah-level barrage of perversions couldn't go on forever.
At a glance, it looked like all three were enjoying themselves equally(?) in that orgy, but a closer look revealed Shuga and the princess unilaterally ravaging Kaldir's body. Having led the charge through such intense fucking for so long, the two dominants grew unsatisfied with ordinary pleasure and craved something even more extreme.
Something even more stimulating than that messy sex. They needed it. They'd already exhausted whips, golden showers, four-legged walks, anal, and even real cumshots—nothing short of blood-soaked ecstasy could satisfy them now. As they pinned Kaldir to the floor and gazed down at her with low, predatory eyes, it hinted at exactly that.
"Sugar, got any good ideas? I bet you'd casually shove something even more horrific into our Maki's body than I ever would..."
"Horrific? I just nailed some spikes into Kaldir's flesh and sliced up her wrists and ankles while she was strapped to the rack."
"Whoa, I never even thought of that... But if our Maki loses her hands and feet, wouldn't we be throwing away a perfectly good onahole with our own hands?"
"She regenerates them right away anyway, even after they're sliced off. What's the big deal?"
The words spilling from their lips finally broke the silence—and they were utterly shocking. Why worry about disease or death when messing with her body "a little"? Limbs could be lopped off, organs paraded, even scat play indulged—what could go wrong with a girl like that?
"You two... are you really reconciled...? Then why does my spine feel like ice...?"
"Don't worry about it, Kaldir. It's nothing."
Nothing? They'd gone from fighting like cats and dogs to swapping ideas on how to "cook" Kaldir's body, their vibe downright eerie. It was the butterfly effect from the uterus tattoos etched equally on all three of their lower bellies.
Those tattoos resonated with each other, transferring emotions—a "normal" sadist like the princess now overlaid with Shuga's yandere psyche. One yandere was bad enough, but now Kaldir faced two, flickering like a candle in a typhoon.
Shuga pitched ideas; the princess pulled tools from her inventory (Realm of the Dream Demon). Their setup to crush Kaldir's fate took shape. When a massive cartwheel-like torture wheel and a triangular wooden horse—perfect for splitting pussy and ass—emerged, Kaldir couldn't hold back her trembling plea.
"Y-you said you'd leave my wrists and ankles alone earlier, Shuga... Ah, d-don't... We were all having fun together just now... Put away those dangerous things and... talk it out..."
The array of tools they displayed looked more merciful than a gang rape by pussies—gloriously lavish yet endlessly cruel. Regular SM gear didn't push life to the brink, but these? Tailor-made for extracting truth or souls.
"Dangerous? Not for you, right? Come on, why play weak all of a sudden? Didn't you walk away fine after testing an antimatter bomb's power right in front of me?"
It was true. Kaldir had shared stories of military weapons—even in front of Secretary-General Atlain—with Shuga too. Unlike her, a space rarity (milf-loving beauty), Shuga hated "women's top three dreaded topics: the army, soccer, and army soccer stories." But she'd listen to Kaldir's tales to the end.
She'd never taken an antimatter bomb herself—if she had, she'd be dead—but it had to hurt like hell. And yet Kaldir survived detonating one herself? A little sawing off limbs and organ-peeking wouldn't kill her, right?
If it hurt too much, she could block the nerves. Or prove her shield withstood antimatter blasts. Refusing this fate anyway? Sigh. Pointless to argue—only her mouth would ache.
"Th-that's different, Shuga... Put down that saw first, and maybe hide the triangular horse and cartwheel...?"
Kaldir had her side too. The antimatter test she'd hinted at to Shuga detected star-deleting power, but her own shield blocked it—no agony, no injury.
That was ancient history anyway. Could you call someone "normal" for doing this to a loved one? Worse: two "abnormals" loomed before her now.
"No way, you bitch. Think I'm falling for that?"
"Nooo, my name's not bitch...! If I sit on that sharp triangular horse, even my plump ass'll split in two!"
Shuga cut her off mercilessly, wrenched her arms back, bound them, and hoisted her onto the razor-edged wooden horse. A prisoner there would slowly split her pussy and ass under her own weight, dying in agony.
Of course, their goal wasn't murder—"injury" was another story—so Kaldir wouldn't die. But the horse was designed for exactly that torment.
"Good girl, Maki. A proper bitch slave takes her punishment without whining, right?"
"Aaaahhh... D-don't do th-this, Shuga, Princess, M-Mistress...! Spare me, ple— Mmph! Mmph!"
Far from stopping it, the princess gagged Kaldir and kindly hung heavy shackles from her ankles, doubling the strain on her pussy and ass. Her hips sank faster, leaking fluids—cum or blood, who knew.
Aaahh, ah, even if I'm a maso sow squirting pussy juice while forced... th-this... ahhnn, it shouldn't feel good...! Wh-why does it feel good even now...? Th-this isn't my body, not my will...! Ahhn...♥
Tortured, Kaldir didn't know whether to laugh or cry from joy. Gagged and blindfolded anyway, her face stayed hidden.
"Harsh, so harsh! This slut's begging for more, Princess."
"Then give her what she wants. She consented—no crime."
Wrong. As her ass threatened to split, Kaldir was freed—only to be strapped whole to the spinning cartwheel. Nails weren't below—no, just space for one person to barely escape.
"Hahaha, look at this bitch! The wheel's soaked in her juices! That's play number 114 from my secret diary!"
Shuga cackled psychotically; the yandere-transferred princess clapped along.
As if egged on by some "someone" behind them, their cruelty ramped up minute by minute. Kaldir's blood dripped drop by drop: plip, plop, plip... After ~100 spins, the wheel was blood-painted.
Spinning wildly, crushed at the bottom with bones-cracking illusions—then nails hammered into a cross-rack, nails clipped, flesh carved, blood drained, ending in organ parade... Gaaahhh...!
"I can't die like this...! Even if I love getting hurt, I wanna stay healthy and get beaten forever—not dream of showing off my organs...!"
First time she'd asserted herself so fiercely since capture. Sensing real death, she screamed and deployed a shield, flinging Shuga and the princess away. They smacked their heads and passed out.
She'd nearly starred in an unspeakable snuff film beyond SM porn or ryona—actually reached that point briefly. Vitality drained, Kaldir shoved them far and blacked out too.
"Dream of showing organs... On second thought, not so bad... But once is enough—never again... Feels like I'm less than human..."
Whether truly unconscious or not, her mutter was pitiful. Less than human—opting for a life as a sex tool over freedom was self-inflicted. But survival instinct had triumphed over her endless lust this time.
Thud, thud, thud... After Kaldir fully passed out, a "guest" finally arrived—Plang, cautiously opening the door.