No More Pain
"Slave training—what do you want me to do?" Isn't that just heartless? Would he even listen if she spoke up? Of course he wouldn't. Still, clinging to a faint hope, Yujin looked up at Yamato.
"Please... make it so it doesn't hurt anymore."
At Yujin's words, Yamato flashed a sinister smile.
"Alright, I get it."
With that, he fastened black cuffs around her arms and legs. The sharp clank echoed as Yujin lost all control over her limbs. Her completely naked body now bound, she thrashed wildly and cried out.
"You said you wouldn't hurt me!"
"I'll do exactly as you wish."
In Yamato's hand was a syringe filled with an unidentified pink liquid. From her accumulated experience, Yujin could guess it was nothing good—something that would only bring her harm. The terror built from all those past ordeals now gripped her body completely.
And sure enough, the syringe approached near her breast.
"Once you get this, you won't feel pain anymore. Everything will turn into pleasure."
"Please, anything but that... ugh!"
"Just stay still for a bit. It'll hurt at first, but soon it'll feel good—no, it'll make you even more depraved."
With a sharp stab, the needle pierced near her areola. Yamato emptied the entire contents before grabbing another syringe and bringing it toward her clitoris. Just the sight of the sharp needle hovering nearby sent shivers of terror through her flesh.
"Hiiik!"
Thankfully, unlike her fears, it pierced the skin near her clit instead of directly into it. But the pain was no less excruciating. Within minutes of the drug entering her system, Yujin felt the injection sites burning hot.
"Haa... haa..."
Her breath came in gasps, her skin prickling and flushing red. Before she knew it, her nipples and clit stood rigidly erect, throbbing with insistence. Exposed like a dog with its belly up, her vital parts on full display, Yujin desperately tried to cover herself. But the chains linked to the cuffs allowed only the slightest movement. Those chains connected to a pulley on the ceiling.
Yamato yanked the rope, turning the pulley. Yujin's limbs, which had at least allowed a step or two, were now hoisted upward toward the ceiling. In an instant, her arms and legs stretched taut; off-balance, she fell backward onto her ass, ending up staring at the ceiling with legs splayed wide and arms raised high.
"The drug needs time to fully take effect. How about we tidy up that filthy spot in the meantime?"
Yamato's gaze fixed on her lower abdomen—specifically, her pubic hair. Normally, she'd never dream of shaving it, but after the toilet training and being left to climax repeatedly, urine had soaked into it, leaving an unbearable stench. She couldn't endure it without shaving.
"Don't worry, Yujin. Even bald as a baby's bottom, you'll still be plenty beautiful."
Yamato immediately fetched some blue bamboo and placed it under her ankles. It served perfectly as an ankle restraint, preventing even the slightest tremble or shift. As he bound her ankles to it, Yujin tried desperately to kick and resist. But bound as she was, there was nothing she could do.
"Yujin, shaking like that from anticipation? You never can tell about people."
"What nonsense is that?!"
"Nonsense? Then what was all that intense writhing last night? I know what I saw."
At Yamato's words, humiliation and shame burned Yujin's face red.
"From now on, just accept it. You can't do anything about it anyway. Spread those legs wide like you mean it."
In the end, Yujin shamefully exposed her most private area. Yamato grinned as if it were the greatest show on earth. Her body was mesmerizing no matter how many times he saw it.
"If Kenchi saw you like this, he'd weep blood."
He'd seen her nude and her pussy plenty of times by now. But the sensual forest nestled in the creamy white skin of her inner thighs always felt fresh and new. As if entranced, Yamato reached out and touched her bush. It was coarse and stiff. Yujin twisted her whole body in revulsion, hating it more than death. Of course, even that writhing was entertainment for Yamato—her groin hair shook with her screams, flashing glimpses of her clit in patches. And thanks to the earlier injection, it protruded even more prominently.
"Good girl. Time to groom that bush."
Yamato gripped a razor-sharp shaving blade and spoke. To avoid any nicks, he slathered on thick, soft foam and carefully began slicing at the base of her pubic hair.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Long strips of hair came off in chunks. Yujin averted her eyes in mortified humiliation. Yamato gathered the severed hair in one corner and trimmed even more delicately.
"Tojima's even worse than me—asked me to save it for him."
After collecting the remnants for Tojima, Yamato shaved her completely clean for hygiene. With each pass of the blade, the hair vanished bit by bit. Once it was all gone, he rinsed off the foam with water. With no trace of the dark fuzz left, Yamato planted a kiss on her mound and crowed.
"Kenchi never got to see a pose like this. And even if he did, never a bald pussy like yours."
At Yamato's taunt, Yujin ground her teeth, overcome with rage, and began to sob.
"Don't cry. Only good times ahead."
Yamato pressed a pump onto her nipple and sucked out the air. It swelled far beyond normal. Yujin grimaced in pain. Ignoring her, Yamato picked up a wooden stick wrapped in cloth and held it before her eyes.
"Know what this is?"
Yujin shook her head, clueless.
"It's a lacquer tree stick wrapped in cloth—a top-tier development tool. Proven its worth many times."
Realizing its purpose at last, Yujin let out a scream near a shriek.
"Don't do that! Please, I was wrong!"
But Yamato showed her a smaller version of the same tool.
"This one's for your asshole. Same material, different use. Use both at once, and you'll be moaning uncontrollably. Won't even be able to hold back."
"Of course, first, let's appreciate the shave."
Yamato buried his face in her lower abdomen and licked voraciously. Yujin bucked her hips at the wet tongue's assault. His tongue circled her pussy lips before latching onto her prominently erect clit, sucking noisily. Normally, it wouldn't swell this much from sucking alone, but the drug's power exceeded expectations. As Yamato slurped away for a good while, someone opened the basement door and entered—a muscular man wearing only fundoshi.
"President Yamato, I'm here."
"Kimiro, you've arrived."
The man called Kimiro bowed to Yamato and stared impassively at Yujin. She alone felt a deep wound at yet another man—especially in this humiliating pose—seeing her naked body.
"Yujin, meet Kimiro. Japan's top trainer without rival. The bitches he's handled all turn into perfect slaves."
"Then, Kimiro, she's all yours."
"Understood. By the end of training, even the brush of clothing will make her climax."
Kimiro immediately reached for her pussy. He spread her folds like parting fresh shellfish. Far gentler than Yamato's touch. Where Yamato's felt driven by blind lust, Kimiro's was almost tender enough to remind her of Kenchi.
"President Yamato, care to watch comfortably?"
"Do I need to assist?"
"No, not at all. But to make the bitch enjoy it, how about kneading her tits freely? The pump needs removing anyway."
Clearly, this Kimiro was even more vile than Yamato. With each movement of his hands, Yujin let out ticklish moans she'd never made for Yamato. It was the same sexual abuse, yet the sensation felt utterly different.
"Not even a virgin, yet pink and beautiful as a rose. The finest specimen I've seen. I'll develop her inside and out."
Kimiro's fingers began plunging in and out of her precious hole. Despite the abuse, an unavoidable, bizarre pleasure spread through her entire body.