The Flesh Toilet Yanked Out Mid-Climax
The moment the dildo slid free, Isabella’s trembling body went rigid, her expression hardening all at once. The reason was obvious.
“Number One. It switched by force, huh?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Get up.”
I tore open the ruined stockings and panties of the Isabella who rose from the floor and reclaimed the dildo that had been forced out of her. Maybe because it had just been buried deep in her guts, the thing still steamed faintly and writhed as if screaming. I grinned down at it.
Every time it left her body, the pain must have been considerable.
“Number One. Go bend over the sofa. Stick that ass out toward me.”
“Yes, Master.”
Through the shredded stockings her twitching asshole was on full display. All right. Time to use that hole and this dildo to torment her into hell. Until the very thought of resisting me never crossed her mind again.
“Body modification. One more addition. From now on, whenever she climaxes, hearts appear in her pupils. Can you do that?”
It was a completely unrealistic body mod, but I never once thought it would be impossible. This was an erotic-game world that had already thrown every scrap of realism away for the sake of getting hard.
[Settings confirmed. Changes applied.]
And of course it worked. Even a body change this absurd went through without a hitch. After applying the new modification I buried my face almost against Isabella’s plump ass and simply stared at her fluttering hole.
I jabbed a finger straight into her anus. With a wet splat her cunt juice sprayed out. The violent trembling of her hips told me she was drowning in pleasure she could no longer hold back.
“Weird. When the personality leaves the body she looks like she’s in absolute agony, but the body itself is clearly feeling good.”
“That is correct.”
“Really? Why?”
“When the personality is extracted, the body secretes massive amounts of endorphins to cushion the shock. That is why the flesh appears aroused.”
Number One’s dry explanation continued. Ahhh, so that’s how it works.
“Number One.”
“Yes.”
“From now on Isabella’s personality is going to be yanked out and shoved back in over and over. Set her personality as priority.”
“Understood.”
“Good.”
The instant the words left my mouth I slammed the dildo brutally into her ass. The moment the writhing toy vanished into her hole, Isabella let out a scream of pure horror.
“Kyaaaaaaah!!! Aaaagh!!!”
“Felt good, didn’t it? Hmm?”
“You fucking bastard!!!! You son of a bitch!!!! I’ll tear you apart and kill you!!! I’ll fucking kill y—!!.............Ugh!!”
In her panic she reflexively tried to cast magic, then suddenly aborted the spell and clutched her stomach. Attacks against me were forbidden. Attempt one and she would need to shit. With a thunderous gurrrrgle the dildo I had just buried tried to half-eject itself; Isabella frantically clenched her sphincter, then grabbed the toy with both hands to keep it from escaping.
“Haha..........I’ll take it again.........”
“Hands off. That’s an order.”
The moment her hands left, I could see the fluttering sphincter desperately trying to hold the dildo in place. Isabella screamed in pure terror.
“P-please. Don’t. St-stop!!!!”
“Yeah. Fuck off.”
I seized the dildo and ripped it free by force.
“Ogoook♥”
With that ridiculous cry her eyes went vacant. The body that had been trembling violently suddenly gushed a tidal wave of juices. Separate from the personality, the flesh itself was drowning in extreme pleasure. What a hilarious combination.
“All right. In again.”
“Kyaaaahhh!!!!! Hnguut!! Ugut!!!”
Forcing the dildo back into her ass made Isabella produce the most absurd noises as the residual pleasure still flooding her body hit her full force. A scream that mixed raw pleasure with the soul-crushing agony of personality separation. The way she squawked was almost comedic.
“You bastard.........I’ll kill you............yaaahhh.”
Hot breath spilled from her lips as tears streamed down her face. She was crying from both ends. Juices poured out until cunt and asshole were soaked and glistening; both holes twitched without rest, proof of the extreme pleasure wracking her.
And she was still cursing.
She still hadn’t learned her place, huh? Time for some extreme training so the very idea of climbing over me never even crossed her mind again.
“‘Bastard,’ is it? You’re cursing your Master?”
“W-wait!!............Ogoook♥ Ugut♥”
I grabbed the dildo and yanked it out with zero warning. Her eyes rolled up. Tongue lolling, body convulsing—the sight was pretty damn funny. Another thick stream of juices spilled out.
“This is fun.”
I slammed the dildo back in. Personality returned.
“Ahhhng!!!...........Nngit♥”
She made those ridiculous noises while drowning in pleasure; then I roughly yanked the dildo free again and her body convulsed, drowning in the endorphins flooding her brain. In, out, in, out—it became a perfect cycle.
I must have repeated the process about ten times.
Due to excessive personality insertion and extraction, damage is beginning to occur to the personality within the jelly and the meat doll.
It is recommended to refrain from further excessive extraction and insertion beyond the current level.
“That should be enough, right?”
I buried the dildo in her ass one last time and leisurely examined Isabella’s condition.
“Ogoook♥........... Nngh♥............”
Her convulsing eyes were bloodshot, her nose full of blood, and right in the center of each pupil sat a thick, sticky red heart. She was clearly drowning in overwhelming pleasure. Any more and she really would have broken.
Looking at the twitching Isabella, I couldn’t hold back the laughter that burst out of me.
To think I could see this bitch ruined like this. I’m so glad I lived. What? You shouldn’t repay evil with evil? Forgiveness is the best revenge? Fuck off, you bastards. The absolute best way to overcome trauma is to torture the pieces of shit who tormented you.
From now on I could look this bitch’s face dead-on without having a seizure. My chest felt genuinely clear.
“Please............stop............ Spare me. P-please stop..........stop.”
While I cackled down at her, Isabella scrambled over in a panic, grabbed my pant leg, and sobbed out her pleas. Yeah, I wasn’t planning to do more anyway. But she didn’t know that.
“Fuck off, you cunt. Why should I?”
“I-I’m sorry for cursing!! Master!! Please!!...........I’ll do anything you say!! I........... d-don’t want to break..........please.............”
Such a heartrending plea. But it didn’t work on me for a second. I had begged this bitch the exact same way once. I still remembered her reaction crystal clear. In the sweetest, cutest voice she had laughed like she was watching a comedy show.
Back then she really had looked like a demon, but now I understood why she laughed. Watching someone break under torment—turns out it’s surprisingly entertaining. And she had been hogging all this fun for herself. That just wouldn’t do.
“You’ll do anything? For real?”
“Yes! Please........... I’ll do anything you order! So please don’t pull it out anymore!”
The way she sobbed and begged was just too funny. I didn’t answer and simply kept laughing for a long time; the sight must have filled Isabella with pure terror.
“Aaaah...........Aaaah!! No!! No!!!!”
She shot to her feet in a desperate attempt to flee the room. Completely lost in panic. I watched her try to run at my leisure.
“Help me!! Please, anyone, help!!!.........”
“Isabella. Stop right there.”
Isabella froze at my words. Trembling violently, she clearly wanted nothing more than to take those last few steps out the door. But she had not been given permission.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re running, you cunt.”
As I slowly approached, she whimpered. Pleading wouldn’t work. Tears wouldn’t work. Persuasion was impossible from the start because of what this bitch had done to me. Money? I could just order her to bring me money. There was literally nothing this cunt in front of me could offer me on a silver platter.
“Aaaah...........Aaaah.”
Despair. Frustration. Terror. How could her face look so exactly like mine once had?
“Isabella. Still don’t get it? You’re mine. You can never escape. Understand?”
I gently stroked her face. The trembling skin, the clean white complexion, that pretty little face—all of it.
“From now on the only way you get to live even a little peacefully is by staying on my good side. No cursing me, groveling as hard as you can, and praying every day that my mood isn’t bad. That’s the best scenario you can hope for. Got it? You crawl on your belly.”
I generously passed on every scrap of know-how I had learned while being tormented by this cunt for so long. Well, it was only fair. I was going to be relying on this bitch a whole lot from now on. Every hole she had was mine to play with, so teaching her this much was the least I could do.
“Understand? So stop with the pathetic resistance and the dog-like barking and just listen to me. Got it?”
“Hnnngh...........”
Terror-stricken, she stared up at me while trembling. I thought it was a very good expression.
“You cunt. Go sit back on the sofa. Starting today you’re going to learn how to serve your Master.”
She returned to the sofa on shaking legs and sat. I dropped down beside her and filled both hands with her massive tits.
Wow.
These milkers I had only ever been able to look at—actually grabbing them felt pretty damn good. I’d be fondling them a lot from now on.
“Hnn. Ugut...........Haah.”
Isabella trembled and let out sweet little moans. The aftereffects of the endless personality-extraction play still lingered. Whatever. I kneaded both breasts with both hands, freely enjoying the firm, swaying feel of them.
This cunt’s tits, her face, her cunt, her asshole—
From now on I could play with every single one of them however I wanted.
“Nice. I think I’ve felt them up enough. Your tits really are fun to grab.”
“Ahhk!”
I gave one breast a light slap and she made another ridiculous moan. I pondered how else to torment her, then a perfect idea struck me.
“One more body modification. Isabella. From now on my cum and my cock taste incredibly delicious to you. Got it? Every other food tastes like shit, but my cum and cock are the most delicious things in the entire world. Understand?”
“Huh? Th-that............”
[Settings have been changed.]
“Hnn!!”
She clamped a hand over her mouth and shuddered. I spread my legs and let my thick cock hang free.
“Come on, you bitch. Get over here and suck. Time to eat Master’s delicious cock, yeah?”
First on the agenda was fellatio.