Plunged into Hell
"Someday, I'll develop this spot too."
Yamato's finger rotated smoothly once before slipping out from Yujin's hole.
"But that's not what I'm aiming for right now." Yamato licked his lips greedily as he picked up a wooden mass from the tray. It was shaped like a man's cock—a so-called wooden dildo. Of course, its size went far beyond ordinary, into the realm of monstrous. Her eyes flashed wide at the sight, larger than anything she'd seen before.
"This one's modeled after my own dick. You'll have to get used to it eventually, so think of it as practice." Yamato brought the wooden dildo near Yujin's pussy.
"Still, I'm a kind man, after all." With the hand not holding the dildo, he gently caressed her folds. Was it because of the aphrodisiac slathered all over her pussy? Yujin began to grow wet faster than usual. She was already slick, of course, but with a single stroke from Yamato, a flood of her feminine juices gushed out. When it started stretching like sticky mucus from his fingertips, Yamato slyly smeared Yujin's nectar onto the tip of the wooden dildo. Once the glans was thoroughly coated, he parted her petals gently to either side. Even as they spread, thin threads of her arousal stretched between them.
"I'll shove it all the way in anyway, so relax." The tip of the wooden dildo's glans teased around her entrance. Then, as Yamato twisted his wrist, the upper part began to penetrate her pussy. Yujin let out an involuntary moan at the massive intrusion.
"Hngh."
By the time half the wooden dildo was inside, Yujin felt as if her womb was stuffed full. Her body screamed a warning: forcing it any deeper would ruin her precious depths. But Yamato paid no mind to such things. He simply kept twisting his wrist, pushing it just a little further.
"Urgh, uurrgh!" Yujin grimaced fiercely as it pressed against her cervix. The wooden dildo was fully embedded inside her, leaving only a bit of the base protruding.
"As expected from a cock-hungry bitch—you take something like this with ease. You're the best woman there is." On top of that, Yamato extended the rope binding her breasts, threading it through her crotch to hold the dildo in place so it wouldn't slip out. He didn't forget to soak the rope in aphrodisiac either.
"Fun fact: even though it's a wooden cock, it has a special feature." He pressed firmly on the wire connected to the base, and the wooden dildo began to vibrate bit by bit. Her lower abdomen quivered in response to the relentless buzzing.
"Uhheeeh!" A muffled, desperate wail escaped through the gag.
"Oh, right—I need to teach you bathroom habits too. Just piss right here." With mock consideration, Yamato placed a battered wooden basin between her legs.
"Hope you have a satisfying day." Yamato turned off the basement lights and shut the door. In the darkness, only the mechanical whirring and a woman's shallow moans echoed.
Several hours after Yamato left, Yujin writhed in the basement, lost in agonizing climaxes.
"Hngh, hnggh."
Just as she thought she might calm down a little, the wooden dildo buried in her pussy buzzed to life, reigniting her arousal. Sleep was out of the question. The throbbing in her depths tormented her relentlessly. The sensations from her lower body kept her on edge. The periodic vibrations were enough to drive her mad, beyond the excruciating pain. Her whole body was drenched in sweat long ago. Every muscle twitched and spasmed with electric jolts. Saliva overflowed around the piss-soaked cloth in her mouth, dripping in thick strings. Her eyes lost focus, making it hard to even stand steadily. Of course, the moment she relaxed, her body buckled, wrenching her wrists in the bonds. Pain snapped her awake again. Her roused mind began to torment her further. And what had to come, did.
After endless cycles of orgasm and exhaustion, the constant stimulation to her pussy brought on the urge to urinate.
"..."
She couldn't utter a word. Her body was brutally honest. Despite all the arousal and sweat she'd already lost—leaving her dehydrated—the need to pee was unbearable. But Yujin refused to soil herself with urine. Hadn't Yamato whispered in her ear before leaving?
"If you have to piss, feel what it's like to do it standing up. Or wait—aren't you a bitch? Maybe you should lift a leg."
Recalling his mockery, she had no intention of giving him the satisfaction. But pitifully, her hips trembled uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth, fighting it, but her face gradually paled. Finally, she knew she couldn't hold it.
Drip... drriiip... A yellowish stream trickled down her thigh.
Plip. Plip.
Yujin's hips shuddered violently as the urine hit the basin. Dehydration made it especially dark and pungent. As the basin filled slightly with her shame, Yujin finally broke into sobs.
"Hnggh... hnghk..."
"Kenchi... I miss you..."
She recalled her shining days with Kenchi, but reality remained unchanged. That night, Yujin endured wave after wave of climactic agony, pissing herself repeatedly.
The moment Yamato rose from his bedchamber, he flung open the basement door and approached Yujin. As the door swung wide, a foul mix of piss stench and the musky scent of a bitch in heat vibrated through the air. Yamato pinched his nose and fanned the air vigorously with his hand.
"Disgusting."
His eyes took in Yujin, barely managing to open her bleary eyes in exhaustion, and the basin below her brimming with urine.
"Looks like you've adapted completely."
His thick hand roamed her abdomen. Her skin was soft, but shrunken tight from hunger—her guts practically visible if exaggerated a bit.
"Come to think of it, you haven't eaten at all. Time for a meal."
At the word "meal," Yujin didn't know whether to feel joy or despair. She simply gazed at him with lifeless eyes.
Moments later, Yujin sat bound to a wooden chair, legs splayed wide. The ropes around her breasts remained, but now her thighs and calves were tied taut in what was commonly called an M-position. Ropes from her ankles connected to the ceiling, forcing her legs apart. Amid her porcelain skin, only her bold pubic hair stood out defiantly. Her belly had long since caved in from starvation. In the corner, Yamato dumped vegetables into a blender and pureed them. With a whirring roar, a thick, unidentified green liquid formed.
Soon, Yamato approached with a funnel in one hand and a bucket of the liquid in the other. Yujin watched him wearily. He set the items down briefly to yank the cloth from her mouth. Tossing the saliva-drenched rag aside, he jammed the funnel into her mouth. Her tightly shut jaws pried open suddenly, making her face twitch. As the funnel's curved tip lodged in her throat, Yamato poured the mystery liquid in relentlessly until it filled to the brim. He fondled her heaving breasts as she struggled to swallow.
"Don't leave any—eat it all. Barely any calories, so you won't gain weight."
Starved as she was, Yujin gulped it down with effort. Simple reason: Yamato dumped it all at once like breath control play, but above all, it tasted awful. How good could pureed vegetables and milk be? Still, she forced it down—that was all she could do. Just as she thought she'd emptied the funnel...
Yamato poured in more without mercy. Low-calorie or not, her belly already felt full from the liquid volume, no room left. She usually ate light anyway. Perhaps that's why—after gulping for ages, liquid began refluxing up her throat. Yamato bellowed.
"Swallow it all! If you don't, I'll shove the rest up your ass!"
He meant food enema, of course. In the short time she'd known him, Yujin knew Yamato was more than capable. Desperately, she mustered every ounce of strength to swallow. Her bloated belly had no more give. Excess liquid spilled from the funnel, trickling down her swollen abdomen. Not thrilled about the waste, Yamato confirmed she'd downed most of it. He yanked out the funnel and stuffed a red ball gag into her mouth. Yujin panted through half-open lips, glaring at him. Yamato prodded her distended belly firmly.