Pounding the Flesh Toilet

"Hhnn..........."

That fucking bitch Isabella squeezed her eyes shut, sniveling. The tears came from having her pride crushed over and over against her will. Tears of a woman who didn't want to submit to the bastard in front of her, yet had no choice but to bow her head. I knew that feeling intimately.

I'd cried for the exact same reason more times than I could count across a hundred loops. How could I not recognize it? But the girl in front of me had no options left. Nothing remained for her now except trying to stay in my good graces.

"What are you waiting for? Suck it already."

She crawled over ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on all fours, slowly, until she reached my cock. Still sniveling, she tried to take it into her mouth — but I wasn't having that.

"Kiss it first. Give your Master's cock a proper, devoted kiss."

Isabella no longer cursed. No longer showed any rage. She'd been through enough that the thought of resisting simply didn't occur to her anymore. Quietly, she began pressing kisses to my cock and balls.

The womb tattoo still hadn't deactivated, so she kept climaxing in intermittent spasms, squirting through her soaked panties and short skirt in wet little spurts — yet she desperately fought through the pleasure, lavishing careful kisses on my cock.

"Chuuup. Mmm.............nn♥"

Her body trembled as tears streamed down her face, caressing me. Hearts floated clearly in her half-lidded eyes. I reached down past the girl kissing my cock and playfully groped those heavy, plump tits hanging free beneath her.

That alone made her shudder and squirt again.

"How does it feel? Hmm?"

"Please..........forgive me. Mas..............ter..............ahhhn♥ nngh♥"

She begged through the convulsions of yet another climax, tears pouring, her body slick with sweat, her school blouse clinging lewdly to her skin, her face and voice melting into pure desperation.

She pleaded so pitifully.

"Please...........s-stop already...........I, I don't want to cum againnn!..........ah!...........i-it's coming againnn♥"

She collapsed her upper body to the floor, ass hiked high in the air, squirting juices in wet spurts.

"Heeugh♥ cumminggg♥"

Her body looked like it had hit its limit. Well. I'd punished her enough by now — time to ease off. I lifted her school blouse and gently stroked the tattoo on her lower abdomen, releasing the heat. The moment the arousal faded, she shuddered with her ass still raised, then went completely limp.

Repeated overstimulation had pushed her body past its breaking point. The second the heat shut off, she passed out cold.

"Must've been exhausted. Dropped right off."

I stroked her hair gently.

It must have been hard.

She must have been so tired.

I'll let her rest for today..............

"Switch personality to Number One."

...........like hell, you fucking bitch. Did you ever let me rest when I said I was tired? Who the fuck do you think you are, passing out like some luxury? You're a Flesh Toilet. You stay ready to get fucked whenever I want. Got that? Passing out is a fucking privilege you don't get.

"Number One. Operational."

Her body was still soaked in sweat from the endless climaxes. The flush remained. The disheveled hair remained. The hearts still floated in her eyes — but her voice was colder than the heart of Siberia. Looking at Number One's blank, rigid face staring back at me, I ordered her onto the bed.

"Climbing up and lying down."

"Good. Now switch personality to Isabella."

The instant her personality flipped back to Isabella, her back arched like a drawn bow ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and her whole body jerked upward.

"Nngh♥ hnn!!"

The aftershocks of climax were still lingering, apparently. Whatever. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her upright by force.

"Hey. Flesh Toilet bitch. Who said you could pass out whenever you felt like it? You haven't even properly serviced Master's cock yet and you think you get to faint? Hmm?"

"Please............let me rest.............please."

"Don't wanna. Toilets don't get rest. A toilet stays ready whenever Master wants to take a dump. Isn't that right?"

She'd been gasping for air — and finally the tears broke free.

"Please...........y-you've tormented me enough already."

"No. Not nearly enough. When you were tormenting me, did you ever once think it was enough?"

No. Never. The further it went, the more vicious she became. I still remembered every hardcore thing she'd put me through — fucking me until my body and mind both shattered, then laughing her head off at the wreckage, thoroughly entertained.

I haven't even started yet, you fucking bitch.

Who said you get to rest? Rest, my ass.

I haven't repaid even a hundredth of what you did to me.

"You're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so cruel.........."

Fat tears rolled down her cheeks. The pitiful way she cried was genuinely sexy. Any man who didn't know better would have felt sorry for her. A pretty girl with a great body and a good pedigree, reduced to this. Men are simple creatures. Beasts of lust — if a woman's beautiful enough, they'll forgive almost anything.

Unfortunately for her, what I'd suffered wasn't "almost anything."

It was pure fucking hell, delivered steadily, over a very long time.

"What are you bawling about, you fucking bitch. Want me to pull the dildo out again? Want another round? Hmm?"

At that, her tears stopped cold. Fake after all. Never fall for a woman's tears. The bitches at this girls' academy could turn the waterworks on and off at will.

"P-please, anything but that............."

She hung her head, face gone pale. The personality extraction must have been genuinely horrific if that was her instant reaction. I watched her ashen expression with satisfaction, then suddenly seized her shoulders and slammed her down onto the bed.

"Kyaah!!"

"Body's sensitive now, isn't it? Hmm?"

I grinned down at her. She looked up with tear-brimmed eyes.

"............Yes."

"Good. Then it's time to service Master with that pussy of yours. My lower half was getting restless anyway — perfect timing."

Maybe it was the prolonged heat still lingering in her body. Isabella's melted expression was stunningly beautiful. These female characters really had been designed to get you hard. I crushed a rough kiss against her lips.

"Mmmp?? Hnn!!"

She resisted. Sealed her mouth tight, trembling, trying to refuse me. Not a chance. I forced my tongue past her lips and ravaged the inside of her mouth without mercy.

Isabella writhed and tried to break free, but she couldn't overpower me. After thoroughly violating her mouth and lips with my tongue, I finally pulled back. What met my eyes was Isabella's dazed face, silently crying tears of resignation.

"Are you satisfied, Master?"

"No. Not yet."

It was an unspoken plea to just end it already — and of course I had no intention of listening. I started gathering saliva in my mouth. Once I had a good amount, I forced her jaw open and poured a thick stream of spit straight into her mouth.

"Mmmmph!! Mmp!!!!"

She must have found it filthy and disgusting, because she shuddered and tried to pull away. But my grip on her jaw was iron — escape was impossible.

"Swallow."

At my command, she squeezed her eyes shut and gulped down my spit, her face a mask of humiliation, degradation, and revulsion. After swallowing, she coughed — and once again let her pure contempt and loathing show freely on her face.

"You piece of shit. You fucking monster. I hope you meet a miserable, horrific end. I hope it over and over. You devil."

"Still talking rough to Master, are we?"

She flinched at my words, but the hatred and fury filling her eyes never faded. Well now............ she really was that kind of girl. The owner of a stubborn, unbreakable will.

That would never change. I could guarantee it. All I could do was crush her into the dirt every time she tried to crawl back up. I slipped my hand inside her blouse and lightly stroked the tattoo on her lower abdomen.

"Haauun!! Hnn♥"

Her body shuddered as the heat seized her again. Her eyes flew wide, hearts blooming in her pupils.

"W-why are you doing this again!!!"

"Punishment. You talked back to Master, didn't you?"

"Aahhaah!!"

I knew exactly where her erogenous zones were. I dove roughly for her neck, licking, sucking, kissing.

"Kyaaaauuung♥ aahhaaang♥"

Her body convulsed, spraying a massive fountain of juices. Oh damn. Peak eroge production value right there. Extremely, extremely satisfactory.

"S-stoooooop!!!!! hnn♥ I'm dyinggggg♥"

"Then die. That's the price for talking back to Master."

I devoured her sweat-slick, salty neck like I meant to eat it, then moved my hands to those uselessly huge tits. Shoving my hands under her blouse, I roughly stripped off her bra — and her nipples stood out clearly through the thin fabric, pushing up in sharp peaks.

Mmm.

What a view.

The blouse was so soaked with sweat it clung to her breasts like a second skin. She might as well have been naked.

I groped her tits, squeezed them, lightly bit her nipples, toying with her however I pleased.

"Hik♥ aahhaang!!!!!! S-stop!!!! Stooooooop!!!!!! nngh♥"

And there it was — the ahegao.

Tongue lolling, drool trailing, eyes rolled back, tears streaming as she gushed juices.

Just pouring it out of every hole that could produce liquid, huh?

Not my problem. I kept groping her chest, slipped a hand under her skirt to work her clit, and continued the assault.

She screamed herself hoarse with pleasure, and I made damn sure she couldn't pass out.

In the end, she hit her limit first.

"I-I'm dyinggg♥ i-if this keeps up I'll really.........nngh♥ dyinggggg♥"

Eyes rolled back, nose bleeding — yeah, she looked pretty bad.

I stroked the womb tattoo and shut off her heat.

She went limp, twitching faintly, her expression completely vacant — like her soul had checked out.

"Fucking bitch. Master hasn't even gotten to the main event yet and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you're already like this."

"Heeugh♥ f-forgive meee...............please♥"

"Get up before I pull the dildo out. You fucking bitch."

At the threat, she forced her convulsing body upright. Every ragged breath made those big tits bounce in a rhythmic sway. Hot.

Whatever. I'd planned something more creative, but change of plans.

I'm just going to fuck her.

Shove it in, dump a load, then figure out the rest.

The moment I started pulling my pants down—

Knock knock knock.

"Isabella? Are you in there? I got worried, so I came by."

Oh, fuck.

A friend had come calling.

Of course, I was already hard, so stopping was not on the table.

"M-my friends........."

"So what? I'm about to fuck you. So keep those moans under control. Got it?"

At my mocking tone, Isabella's face went black with pure despair.