How to Make a Sex Slave (2)

To pull out the anal plug and defecate, they had to demonstrate the appropriate etiquette. "If you want to shit, beg for it yourself." "Hic...♥︎"

By begging for defecation—an act no human should ever have interfered with—they completely discarded their pride. It wasn't easy with only half-hearted resolve, but it had to be done, no exceptions.

"Hmm... this slave won't cut it."

The waiting time was just over three seconds. No time to agonize. Women who didn't beg were dragged along the left rail to the next stage for intense brainwashing.

"If you want to shit, beg for it yourself."

"Hic... my stomach hurts so bad I'm gonna die... please let me shit...♥︎" The next woman couldn't endure the abdominal cramps and pitifully submitted. As she made her humiliating plea, she skillfully wiggled her ass.

The man nodded silently, gripped the anal plug, and yanked it out with all his strength. Pop— "Ooh...♥︎" With a cheerful sound, a slime peeked its head out from her gaping asshole. The jelly-like, hardened aphrodisiac slime slid out smoothly, scraping every wrinkle of her sphincter.

"Hoooook..! Ohguhk...♥︎" The pleasure surging through her rivaled a man's ejaculation. It felt just like the delightful gush of semen flooding out, but as rectal defecation instead. Anyone who experienced it once would be utterly hooked on the ecstasy of shitting.

The woman who finished defecating rode the rail to the right-side process.

"From here on, we shatter their pride completely and drill in the knowledge and etiquette of a sex slave."

Trapped in a narrow chamber sprayed with aphrodisiac mist, their erogenous zones were teased with silicone brushes. The relentlessly tormented pussies and nipples were scraped mercilessly, forcing orgasm after orgasm. While reveling in the bitch's bliss, etiquette was imprinted into her idiotized brain.

"Pussyyy...♥︎ Please scrape my pussy...♥︎"

"I'm Master's sex slave...♥︎ A dumb slut who only knows sex...♥︎"

"Torment ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me however you want...♥︎"

Methods to earn Master's love, her own value as property, basic etiquette as a sex slave... They dragged the brainwashing hammered into their subconscious into reality. Reborn as perfect sex slaves who prioritized their Master's feelings over their own pain.

"This stage takes the longest."

A lewd womb tattoo that deepened in color with each climax. The nonstop orgasm torture didn't end ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠until the pink dye turned deep violet. It varied by person, making it a grueling process, but letting go of their sanity and breaking fast was the smart choice.

"Oooohk...♥︎"

The women transported along the rail convulsed in wretched states. Their hairless, flawless skin glistened with aphrodisiac, while their nipples and pussies were swollen bright red from friction heat.

"This covers the basics... but some slaves stay rebellious. It happens occasionally—the ones with wills too strong for brainwashing."

There were rare humans innately immune to spells. A genetic disorder striking one in a hundred thousand, the mark of prime great mage material. But kidnapped as sex slaves now, it was a different story. Their blessed talent would twist into a horrific curse.

"The unbreakable ones get locked in a place we call 'Hell' for physical brain-breaking. I'll explain the details later."

Just then, a woman with her wits intact came into view. She moaned ooh♥︎ like the others, but her fierce, glaring eyes and clenched fists screamed defiance. Untouched by brainwashing, she rode the right rail... and

"Hieeek?!♥︎"

At the rail's end loomed a massive pit. Like a live burial, her body—restrained in a frame binder—dropped into the abyss.

"Kkuhoooaaoook...♥︎"

Something in the pit dubbed Hell... Only the woman's agonized screams echoed deafeningly.

"Alright, on to the next process."

"Ah..."

Lorella strode ahead without a care. Just one more defective, after all.

"This is the slave trading area."

The next process featured rails splitting into multiple branches. At the central fork stood a massive screen linked by magic.

"You know the slave market? This connects to the customers there. They inspect the captured slaves' bodies and looks, then buy."

Purchased slaves underwent modifications to their new Master's tastes. The rejects faced selection for labor sale or 'disposal'.

"Ah, good—she sold."

A woman with big tits and a pretty face. Lorella couldn't see who bought her. On confirmed purchase, a magically conjured paper floated down from above. It listed modification specs, rerouting the rail accordingly.

"We handle any mod the buyer wants. Nothing's impossible. Even if it's a loss, it's customer bait, right?"

Lorella smirked, reading the paper. Her eyes widened in surprise as she showed it to me.

"Whoa~ check this out. This one's kinda pitiful."

"Hic..."

The contents were too brutal to utter aloud. Just hearing the body mods made my legs go weak. How could anyone do something so vile to another human...?

"Pfft, women without rights are just fuck-holes anyway."

Lorella sneered, reading my uneasy thoughts. With a flick of her hand, the woman's body veered toward the third rail. Harsh sawing noises rang out, followed by ear-shattering screams.

"Noooo..."

I knew what was happening. I didn't want to imagine it, but the images flooded my mind anyway. Desperately ignoring reality, I squeezed my eyes shut.

Unlike me—terrified and on the verge of tears—Mahel seemed thrilled. It felt ominous, like this had awakened some exotic new kink.

"And that's the end. Fully modded slaves get carefully packaged, undamaged, and shipped to their owners. They swear magical obedience oaths and live as inescapable sex slaves till death."

"Yes..."

"So? Fun, right?"

The villainess who'd shattered a life wore an innocent smile. I wanted to bolt, but the collar yanked hard, lurching me forward.

"Ack..!"

"Over here. I'll show you Hell last."

"Hic..."

I didn't want to know. Not curious at all. I tried to resist, but my body trailed the taut leash.

"Hey, Lorella~"

The young man overseeing Hell waved her over. Unlike the others, he wore normal clothes, holding only a long iron poker.

"Who's the girl? New slave? She's not restrained?"

"Uh..."

His lecherous gaze raked my body. I'd forgotten I was stark naked. Belatedly, I covered myself with my hands, face burning.

"What the hell's this bitch."

"Hieeek..!"

Irked by my modesty, he scowled and lunged, clamping my tits hard.

"Aaaak..! It huuuurts..!"

"Damn right it does. That's the point."

"Kkuuk..!"

The hand crushing my breasts lifted toward the ceiling. My pretty bowl-shaped tits stretched out, full weight bearing down.

"Haaaak..!"

The pain was excruciating; my heels shot up as my body shuddered. I wanted to fight back somehow, but there was no escaping his iron grip.

"Enough. She's our guest. Don't get rough."

"Tch, fine."

He released me like discarded trash and spat on the floor. I rubbed my reddened breasts, soothing the ache. I resented Lorella for waiting so long to intervene—clearly on purpose.

"This way."

Lorella tugged me to the pit's edge. The pitch-black depths faintly visible inside.

"This is Hell. Where the prideful who won't submit and the poor spell-resistant bitches go."

"Hieeek..."

Perilously, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠peeked over the unfenced abyss. From the immeasurable void below, naked women groaned. And what I saw...

"Tentacles..?"

Lustrous purple tentacles. The pit floor was packed solid with a grotesque, writhing mass ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of purple tentacles, assertively pulsing their presence.