Special Execution
Honestly, I had never thought of edging as torture.
I had felt that way before, and even now—suspended under the name of a special execution—my opinion remained unchanged.
The theory was simple.
Provide sexual stimulation, then stop right before climax, before any release or satisfaction could be granted.
A method of leaving the other person aching and desperate.
It appeared often enough in porn videos and erotic comics as a way to shatter someone’s mind… but media and reality were different things.
I had counted edging among those exaggerated fantasies.
“Nngh… haah… nngh…! ♡ Hiih!”
Between my legs, the vibrator forced deeper by the pressure of the ropes produced a fine, continuous vibration.
As if determined never to grant satisfaction in a single go, it trembled at an ambiguous intensity. The first sensation was… surprisingly bearable.
Even as moans slipped from my lips and my body twitched.
My most sensitive spots were my nipples, so as long as I was careful about the movement of the spores, the path to climax felt distant.
And the act of edging itself.
Frankly, it looked manageable.
Of course it did.
The popular types who played every day might be different, but loners like me who enjoyed masturbation had all practiced a form of self-edging once or twice.
To reach sexual satisfaction without another person’s touch.
It actually required a long time.
Rather than thrusting wildly and finishing in a spurt, you had to build that aching desire over a long stretch before you could reach a climax satisfying enough… and I especially enjoyed that kind of play, so I felt almost no resistance toward edging.
No wonder my masturbation sessions alone had stretched to two hours every day.
Of course, it was only possible with Waltz Production videos and the skill of teasing erogenous zones at just the right moments.
Still, ten years of masturbation experience since childhood.
In all that time I had never known another person’s hands, so edging was something to enjoy, not something that belonged in the same category as torture.
But.
Waltz Production’s Prison Island was far too vicious a place for that kind of mindset to survive.
And the me of the present had to set aside the heart of the past.
“Kyaah… uuh… nngh…! J-just a little… haang… heeung… ♡! Ah… no!”
The first thirty minutes or so were still tolerable.
Perhaps because it was only a quarter of my usual masturbation time, the strength of the vibration was not enough to fill me with pleasure, and above all, the mere brush of air against my nipples was nowhere near enough to bring me to climax.
The change began around then.
Whether it was truly the effect of the drug called Exlemer or not, as the vibrator’s trembling grew fiercer, strength drained from my entire body.
Centered on my pussy where the vibration transmitted directly, my lower half felt paralyzed, and my heart pumped harder, sending blood thrashing through my veins.
Even without being touched, my nipples swelled with rising heat, and just as I was about to tip into climax with a moan escaping my mouth—
the vibrator stopped completely.
No—it went further. Something cold, like tiny granules, was injected into my pussy, and the heat that had been blazing so fiercely cooled at once.
“Haugh…! Ah. Aaa…. Ugh.”
That sensation of everything shutting off right when I was about to feel good.
The first one or two times were still manageable.
The despair felt larger than when I adjusted the sensation during masturbation, but there was no physical damage, so I told myself it was fine.
This much was nothing.
Something like this.
It’s okay.
I can endure it.
I’m not the kind of person who goes into heat over something this small.
I’m not someone who would struggle just from being left aching.
Even if I wasn’t someone with a weak sex drive, I clung to the single belief that I was not the sort to go mad under its control, and I forcibly erased the despair.
“Haa… haa. Fuuu-ck. Haa…. Kyaang♡ Hiiiiiit! Ah… ahh…!”
Ye-jin, receiving the same punishment right in front of me, was in the same state.
She too was spitting curses and twisting her body, fighting not to lose her reason against the despair seeping in.
It was honestly a hard situation.
But the two of us looked at each other and clenched our teeth.
Something like this is nothing.
For something labeled an execution, it’s okay.
We can hold on.
Believing that, we endured and endured again.
Above all.
It was still better than Seo-ah’s situation as a death-row inmate, so we had to hold on even more.
“Kuuup! Uup! Heuuuup!! Uuuuuuuuup!!”
Seo-ah’s condition looked serious.
Her limbs were bound to a cross, suspended in midair.
At first I had thought she only had to endure crucifixion for a long time and that would be the end.
But the true execution began the moment she was hung.
Even with a gag in her mouth, Seo-ah cried out again and again.
She screamed so desperately that by now I could understand what she was saying by feel alone.
“…Kill you? What kill. You shouldn’t have piled up the demerit points in the first place.”
It was the same for the guards.
Ba’al, who had grasped the meaning of the sounds Seo-ah was making, chuckled.
Then he took something in his hand.
A long iron rod shaped like a skewer.
And at its tip was a heated branding iron.
A classic branding iron heated in a bonfire.
Ba’al fitted the iron into the fixture at the end of the long rod, then, with an indifferent expression, brought the tip to Seo-ah’s body.
— Sssssssss.
“Kkeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupheuuup!!! …!! …! …!!!”
“Burns nicely. Let’s see. That’s the fifth one now?”
The place the iron touched was Seo-ah’s thigh.
After searing the thigh for a few seconds, Ba’al pulled the iron away. From the blackened, charred skin, bloody pus burst out.
Already five times.
Matching the number of earthquake-like marks left on her thighs.
“Uup…!! Hm…!! Pheuup… keup…!!”
When the iron left, Seo-ah, unable to bear the pain, shook her bound arms and legs.
Every time she thrashed, blood trickled from the nails driven through her hands and feet.
A horrific sight.
The image of human flesh burning was hard to watch with open eyes.
Moreover, the smell of burning flesh was… unexpectedly sharp.
I wanted to close my nose if I could.
“Uup…heuup… k-pheuup… kreuup…! Keup…!! Keuk… keup…!”
Seo-ah’s screams rang out.
Tears and snot pouring as she wailed in agony.
I had to count myself lucky that place was not mine; the execution was a higher-order version of vicious torture.
“…You already know, but an execution, see. An execution is something that can make you die.”
What was he suddenly talking about?
Ba’al told Lucifer to heat the iron again, then opened his mouth beneath us prisoners.
“Branding torture. The chance of dying is higher than you’d think. Most of the tortures on Prison Island are similar, I guess—you can die of shock, or we might accidentally brand a vital spot. But one thing’s certain… if we just leave you hanging, A688. You die with a hundred-percent probability.”
“Keup… uup….”
“You’ll probably die even if we leave you like this. This iron’s got more bacteria than you’d expect. Makes sense, right? Heating a scrap of metal in a bonfire full of flying ash and then branding with it. Infection’s easy, and the pain is…”
“Uup! Uuuuup! Uuuuuuuuup!!”
As he spoke, Ba’al fitted the reheated iron onto the rod again.
And the place the iron aimed for… was Seo-ah’s calf.
— Ssssssssssss!
“Kyaeuuuuuuuuuuup!!! Uuuup!! Pheuuuuup! Uh…! Uup! …!”
Her eyes rolled back as she still shook the nailed hands and feet.
Where the iron left, bloody pus and charred living flesh peeled away without fail.
The surrounding skin was on the verge of necrosis.
Even in an age when severed body parts could be restored… the vicious burn wounds I was seeing for the first time in my life were so severe I wondered whether restoration would even be possible.
“Heuuup! Uuuup!”
Just watching was like this; if it were happening to me directly….
Haa.
I’m scared. Terrified.
And yet… why am I… curious?
“That’s what an execution is. Doing torture that can kill you. Originally it was one of the methods for controlling you prisoners who were buried in lust, or so they say…. Looking at the data and the system, execution is a system with a lot of merits. Yeah. Sure. So.”
The iron was raised once more.
And this time it aimed toward Seo-ah’s lower abdomen.
“Uuuup!! Pheuup! Uup!”
Seo-ah whipped her head violently left and right.
The lower abdomen was already a delicate area, and especially for a woman it was the body part right above the precious womb, a place that sex-education classes always drilled into us to protect carefully no matter how advanced medicine became.
The heat of the iron approaching that place… was so indifferent and so powerfully intense that even I, watching, felt as if I were the one being branded.
— Ssssssssssssss.
“Kyaeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!!! Pheuup!! …! …!! Uup…!!”
It seared her skin.
Seo-ah’s body lost its strength and went limp.
In that state the weight would only press harder onto the nails in her hands and feet, making it worse.
Whether she had lost consciousness from the pain, her eyes remained rolled back with no sign of returning.
Because she had bitten the gag so hard, red blood droplets mixed into the drool falling from her mouth.
…Is she okay? No… there’s no way she’s okay.
“Control room. Check the death-row inmate’s status.”
Confirmation complete.
Unconscious. Body temperature normal.
Nerve damage: 7%
Blood flow: 3% over normal values
— Standby
“Okay.”
Fortunately she seemed to be alive.
But the smoke rising from her body and the boiling wounds were so vicious that I wondered if it might have been easier for her to just die.
Poor Seo-ah.
If that place had been mine instead… would you have been a little better off?
Seeing Seo-ah bound in the place I had idly thought of as mine, enduring torture close to death, my worry grew.
And… a pointless regret as well.
But… even if Seo-ah and I had switched places.
She would not have felt any comfort.
Because….
It was only relatively a little better.
I too was barely clinging to consciousness in front of my crumbling reason….
— Ziiiiing.
“Nngh…! S-stop… hiiugh! I-I hate it…! This kind of stimulation! Hyaat…♡ Ah… aaa…!”
The vibrator’s AI technology was incredible.
I had no idea what technology or algorithm it ran on,
but the vibrator precisely led my body right up to the edge of climax, then cooled me down just before I could cross the threshold.
The excitement that had been rising so pleasantly.
In an instant, scattered as if it had never existed.
I had no choice but to taste despair.
I want to go.
I really want to feel it.
The aching desire grew far too large.
The problem was….
When that aching desire faded, the excitement in my body should have scattered with it so I could at least endure….
Whether it was the drug’s effect.
Or the vibrator’s strange operating method, I didn’t know.
“Haugh…! Heuung…! Haa. Haa. My heart… is going to burst… s-stop…♡ Hyaat!”
The starting point of climax returned to the beginning, yet the excitement remained in my body.
To reach climax the vibrator had to stimulate my body from scratch all over again, but even in that situation the excitement only piled up from the level I had felt just before.
My body grew even hotter; heat added to remaining heat until it felt as if my brain and organs would melt.
Already the love juices that could not be released had soaked my entire thighs, and around the vibrator head the juices had pooled so thickly they produced wet, squelching friction sounds.
Like that, several times.
…No, dozens of times.
The despair of approaching climax and ultimately never feeling it repeated and kept repeating,
until in the face of the expected hell I began to hold only the wish not to feel anything at all.
Stop tormenting me.
Stop stimulating me.
Stop… stop…!
— Ziiiiiiiing.
“Hyaugh…! Aaah!! S-stop!! I said stop!! Stop!! Kyaah ♡ Hik! S… stop!”
And Ye-jin was the same.
Even though she was five meters above, she tried to tear free of the restraints with enough force to break the cross.
“Fuck!! Stop!! Aaaah!! You fucking bastard!!! Aaaaaah!! You! Bitch!! Let me come!! I said let me come…!! Hik…♡ Haaa. Auuuu!! Aaaah. Ah fuck!! Tear off! Come loose already!! Yaik!! ♡”
A dazed expression and flushed red cheeks.
A face about to burst.
Muscles that looked ready to burst as well as she tried to rip the bindings from her wrists and ankles.
But even with that powerful body, Ye-jin could not break the ropes.
Helplessly hung on the cross.
We had surrendered the right to climax of our bodies to a machine.
Without the machine’s permission,
or the permission of the guard operating the machine, we could not go.
We could not reach climax.
It felt as if the most basic desire of the body had been stolen.
Frustration and rage, then fear that had reached its limit and the terror that I might lose my reason all rushed in at once.
I was scared.
My head buzzed.
“Kyaeuuut! Ah… no!! Let me come! I said let me come!! I want to come!! Aaaah!!”
How many times had it been already.
This time it was especially bad.
Just a little.
A few seconds.
No, if only a few more tremors had been transmitted I could have come.
Without fail the ice-cold substance pushed into my pussy dropped me into despair.
My mind went blank.
My heart felt ready to burst.
No—ready to fall and be crushed.
I want to come.
Let me come.
Fine. Even the Stimulation Spores would be fine.
Anything…! Anything!!
Then. A single thread of hope reached me.
The spores began to wriggle little by little, delivering a sensation as if they were squeezing and caressing my nipples.
Yes, with this I can come.
With this…!
Maybe this is a chance?
I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated, gathering every sexual stimulus being applied to my body.
Really… this time I had to go.
If I didn’t… I… I…