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It began lightly enough.

Not long ago my lust had boiled over, and I had gone looking for porn. The video I happened to stumble across simply suited my tastes perfectly.

"Haa.... Mmm...."

I focused on the footage floating before me, fingers working into my pussy. The violent movements of the figures in the hologram and the dialogue pouring through my Bluetooth earbuds left me slick between the legs. My fingers, already coated thick with juices, slid smoothly into the hole.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!... I won't resist again! I'm sorry!"

"A prisoner, and you dare shake your head when a guard gives an order? Hey. A129! You gonna get your head straight or what?"

"I was wrong. So please... hngh...! It hurts...!"

A prison-and-guard concept video. The woman on screen was being trampled for nothing more than shaking her head. The one labeled prisoner kept begging the man for forgiveness while the one called guard violated her one-sidedly.

The scenes were nothing like ordinary porn. Of course they weren't. My tastes themselves were different from other people's, so the videos I chose were filled with content that sat far from the ordinary.

"Mmm... haah... nn...!"

I crooked my fingers and scraped the inner walls. The more savagely the woman on screen was treated, the hotter my excitement grew.

But still...

...it wasn't enough.

Feeling the act of rape itself leave me wanting, I switched to the next video.

"Hurry up! Anyone who finishes last on today's quota goes to solitary for twenty-four hours!"

This one strayed even further outside the bounds of porn. One man stood watch while several women in rags carried water on A-frames.

"Hngh...! Ugh."

"Haa. Haa. Ugh...! A251... hurry!"

"Ugh...! A190... I can't. You go first... first...!"

They must have been hauling water for a long time already. Painful voices mixed with constant moans spilled from the women's mouths. A few who had hit their physical limits could barely walk; one of them collapsed and spilled her load.

"Oh? You can't move any faster?"

"Kyaa!! Ugh...! I'm sorry...! Uuugh...! Haaugh...! Ghk!"

She had only fallen. The man strode over and beat her with the club in his hand. It was no prop. The club followed the arc of his swing and produced the wet sound of flesh splitting; her scream rang through the earbuds.

— Thud! Thud!

"Gnnnngh...."

"Oh? Passing out, are we... Solitary for you regardless of ranking. You two! Pick this bitch up and dump her at the entrance!"

"Yes, sir!"

When the woman could no longer endure the one-sided beating and fainted, the man ordered two others to haul her away like luggage.

In an age of high human-rights awareness, acts that had no place in the 2050s played out on screen as if they were the most natural thing in the world.

"Haa. Mmm...♡ Haaah...."

Watching it, I rubbed my pussy even harder. The excitement that felt almost too intense made the clit hidden between my folds stand up; I rolled a knuckle over it and fanned the pleasure higher.

"Nn... haa. Nngh... haah...♡"

The video kept going. Honestly, what I was watching could barely be called porn. The men in uniform, of course—but the women, bare of any makeup or adornment, dressed only in the same rags, gave off not a shred of eroticism. The acts themselves were different from ordinary porn as well. The footage was nothing but coercion, pain, and one-sided humiliation; sexual acts were mostly absent. What little there was consisted solely of rape or shameful violation. Not a trace of love or affection could be found.

"Mmm... nn...! ♡ Nn...!"

And yet my body burned. The intense stimulus of the video seemed to drag every last scrap of lust up from the bottom of me.

— Squish. Squish.

Pleasure surged; my body trembled; I lost control in the aftershocks I could no longer hold back. While I kept plunging into my pussy amid the rising heat, water burst out and soaked my entire hand. The space between my spread legs was as wet as if someone had poured water over it.

"Haa. Haa... hauu... so good... haah."

Even so I did not stop. I leaned my upper body back a little on the wet chair and kept watching the still-playing video. On screen other women were being seized and beaten by the men. Hands bound behind their backs, they were exposed to one-sided violence. Strange collars hung around their necks, numbers engraved on them—the Inmate ID Numbers by which the women were called instead of names. The women addressed by numbers had no human rights at all.

"Uuu...."

My body had already climaxed once, yet the sight set me burning again. Without my noticing, my hand dug back into my pussy.

Ah... I shouldn't be doing this....

The clock had already passed midnight. For a normal day I needed to lie down soon. But yesterday... and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠today again... I could not pull free of the videos, and I kept masturbating. Tomorrow would probably be the same.

— Beep.

That was when it happened. Right in the middle of starting again and thoroughly enjoying myself, a text-arrival alert chimed from the hologram device projecting the video. My hand stopped at once. Lucky or unlucky—the sudden alarm killed the mood. Had the entire universe decided to hit the brakes for me? I steadied my ragged breathing and opened the message.

...Come to think of it, who would contact me at this hour?

In the brief moment the display switched from video to text I turned the possibilities over in my head, but nothing plausible came to mind. I was living in isolation. I had quit my job not long ago; the few people I could call friends only checked in once every few months. As for family, my parents had died long ago, and even the one sister I had only called on holidays.

"Hm."

After that meaningless flash of speculation I focused on the open message window to see the answer. Large lettering and an image caught my eye.

...A classic advertising opener.

"Ugh, what the hell...."

Confirming it was spam, I tried to close the window while forcing down the irritation that rose for no good reason. I had been right in the middle of getting worked up; being interrupted left me in a foul mood. Still... I supposed I should be grateful it had stopped the uncontrollable masturbation.

But then.

...Huh? Wait... this ad?

The instant I moved to close it, a single word in the copy made me flinch. I read the rest.

The words human rights and stripped snagged me so hard I could not shut the window. Scrolling a little further revealed a row of stills from every video I had ever watched.

The people in the videos I watched weren't actors shooting concept porn?

Until now I had assumed every figure on screen was a skilled performer. Receiving the ad made me wonder whether that might not be true. My heart began to pound for no clear reason. I hurriedly opened the list of videos I had already seen. Exactly as the message claimed, my folder held precisely one hundred files. Had some tracking system been installed? That hardly mattered right now.

First I opened the one I treasured most—the one with the strongest sense of presence.

"Aaaah!! Please save me! I was wrong! Forgive me!! Please!! Please!!"

It opened outdoors among grass and rocks with a woman being dragged by two men. Whatever she had done wrong, the woman with the refined face was restrained far more severely than the others. Naked, her entire body was wound tight in chains. Both hands were folded and bound behind her back; elbows and forearms were locked to her torso by more chain. It was not only her upper body. Thighs, knees, calves, ankles—everything was bound so that she was sealed inside the chains like a mummy in bandages.

"Haa.... Haa...."

Just starting the video left me short of breath. That was how powerfully it excited me. Presently the woman was thrown to the ground.

"Inmate number A74."

"Yes! Inmate number A74!"

When the man called her by number she hurriedly repeated it back. The tremor in her voice carried pure desperation.

If this isn't acting...?

The pounding in my chest grew stronger. The urge to finger myself right then surged up, but I forced it down and concentrated on the footage.

"Today is your execution day. Any last words?"

"N-no!! Please save me! Please... please just forgive me this once! I'll do it properly!! If you just look the other way once...! From now on I won't take any more Demeanor Penalty Points! I won't resist.! So please...! Please!!"

The man's cruel question. But the woman never answered it. All she did was beg for forgiveness. The way she thrashed her chain-bound body and wailed looked utterly real—like reality itself. Yes. That was why I loved this video. Until now I had simply marveled at the incredible acting.

But... what if that appearance truly was not acting?

"There is no forgiveness. Then we'll take it that there are no last words and proceed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with the sentence. Execute!"

"Execute!"

At the man's command the ones who had dragged her lifted her and carried her somewhere. It was a deep pit—deep enough and just wide enough for one person to lie in.

"Kyaaaaah!! No!! Aaaaah!!"

The men threw her in. Dropped into the earth-walled hole, the woman panicked and did nothing but scream. Bound in the narrow space she writhed desperately trying to get out, but it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was useless. Even unbound, the depth would have made climbing out nearly impossible. Trapped inside, she could only wait for her disposal.

"Heave-ho."

After tossing her, the men brought over a sack stuffed with something. They pulled out the contents and flung them into the pit where she lay.

— Thud. Thok. Thok. Thud. Thok.

Dull impacts sounded through the earbuds.

"Aaaah!! Kyaa! Augh... it hurts! Uuugh!"

What they threw were fist-sized rocks. The two men kept hurling stones into the hole without pause. Rocks that struck the chains shattered into powder; those that hit her skin left bruises and became the prison that sealed her in.

"Ghk! Ghk!! Haaugh!!"

Screams gradually became moans; moans gradually became near-unconscious cries. Every time a stone struck she felt the pain of being beaten and struggled.

"Ghhk...! Ha... haah... ha...! Uuugh...! St... stop!"

That was not all. The stones thrown into the pit became the very device that confined her; as their number increased she forced out labored breaths. The weight of the rocks crushing her body compressed her lungs.

"Nngh...! Mmph! Fmmph......... Ghhk...! Ghk...!"

And her body sank deeper and deeper beneath the stones. The men deliberately avoided her face, yet as the pile on her body shifted and rolled, her face too was gradually covered.

"...Ugh!. ...! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠!!"

Before long she was completely buried. All that remained on screen was a pit filled with a heap of rocks. Having watched the entire process of a person being buried alive, I could no longer contain the extreme excitement and found my fingers already rubbing my pussy again.

"Haa... haa...."

I had rewatched the video from the beginning. I had seen it so many times I should have been sick of it... yet the mere possibility that it might be real made my heart hammer with the same huge tremor as the first viewing.

Had the woman on screen truly been executed? Unless it was some escape artist's trick, no one buried under a rock pile like that could still be alive.

"Haah... nn...♡ Mmm...."

Right. This is concept porn. It can't be real.

But what if it is?

My heart pounded. A death of that form... somehow I felt I could accept it gladly.

Crazy bitch.

A self-mocking snort. Yet I felt excitement I could no longer control, and I was already mauling my own breasts—no, kneading them hard enough to ruin their shape. As if someone were stepping on them or crushing them under stones....

Even that was not enough. I wanted to be subdued by rough, overwhelming force.

"Uuuh... haam... nn...♡!"

The conflict inside me over the video's authenticity grew. And I asked myself:

Fine. If it's real, what then?

Well...?

I could not answer easily. This was a different dimension from the masturbation I was doing now. If it was fake it did not matter, but if it was real it was an act so dangerous it would put my life on the line.

I rubbed my pussy hard and thought. If the video was real. No—even if it was fake, I didn't care. If I could experience that state myself. Even just once, if only I could....

How wonderful would that be?

"Kyaang♡"

I came again, spraying water, and smiled faintly. Two orgasms had left my stamina on the floor, yet my gaze stayed locked on the hologram window. My throat burned dry; tension mounted. And around the time the sound of my own swallow filled the room, my hand moved on pure instinct and reopened the message from a moment ago.

At the very bottom was the inmate-recruitment link.

— Thump-thump.

My heart felt ready to burst. Still, I had to do it. Even if I held back now, I would only be agonizing over it again tomorrow.

Right. For now I'm just... checking what it is.

After wrestling with myself, I—

— Click.

—pressed the link in the message window with a hand still thickly coated in my own juices.