The Submission Chair and Demonic Rage
Clothes?♡ Huh…?♡ The thing placed in the middle of the adjacent room didn't resemble an ordinary chair. Its backrest and seat were covered in dark navy artificial leather, with two metal supports extending from the sides.
At their ends were concave cradles designed to secure calves or heels, the mechanical joints bent at an angle that would forcibly lift the lower body and spread the legs wide when someone mounted it.
That would naturally expose the genitals completely.
Acturus stared at it in confusion, its appearance vaguely like a surgical table. I washed my hands at the sink in the corner of the training room and checked my tools.
Clink.
Acturus tensed up at the sound of the iron tools on the cart to my right moving with my motions.
"Are you going to torture me?"
"What? What are you talking about, Acturus? I'd never hurt you or anything like that. I promised, remember? No violence. Unless you get uncooperative, of course."
"Then what are those weird tools for?"
"Ehehe~ Don't worry about it. Come on, hop up here and lie down."
"Lie down? On that?"
Due to the nature of her nun habit, sitting on that delivery chair and spreading her legs would inevitably require hiking the skirt up to her navel, exposing her panties.
Of course, I planned to strip those off entirely and tame her pussy, so it was a natural step.
"I get that you're nervous. It'll be embarrassing. But you promised with your own mouth."
"Don't talk like you know everything!"
How can I trust that bastard? I've lived my whole life as a pure nun, kept my chastity intact, and now this kidnapper scum wants me to bare my precious place to him?
No, but even so... Like he said back then, I'm just a kidnapped captive. And he's the type who keeps promises if you're obedient but goes wild if you break them.
"Fine. I'll do it as promised. But in exchange, promise not to touch me at any other time."
"Making counteroffers again? Sheesh. Alright, deal. But accept an additional condition."
"What is it?"
"No orgasms."
"No orgasms? What does that mean?"
"I explained what 'cumming' means last time, right? That feeling like fireworks exploding in your head, pure bliss. If you don't reach that point, you win. Got it?"
She shook her head as if this was another bizarre proposal.
Last time he touched my clit, I didn't feel anything like that. Just a tingle in my pussy. And that was just from the surprise.
Bliss? Don't make me laugh. No way I'd feel that from a filthy criminal.
Besides, if I just keep my mouth shut and lie that I didn't cum, how would he know what I felt?
So her choice was predictably OK.
"It won't go your way. I've fought battles without screaming even if a limb got severed. I won't lose to the likes of you."
Pat pat.
"Yeah, yeah, got it~. Thanks for accepting."
Her eyelids trembled slightly, but she was accepting my touch.
With a sigh, she finally hiked up her nun habit herself.
Swish—
Sleek calves. Plush, sensual thighs.
She must have ditched her stockings in the bathroom during her shower—bare legs. Pale, chubby thighs, and the crease where they met her groin.
The black panties... were neat and tidy.
Probably hand-washed them in the shower and dried with a hairdryer.
Acturus boldly climbed onto the delivery chair and even spread her legs onto the stirrups, but hesitated to restrain herself.
Time for the second lesson.
"Acturus. Second principle."
"What?"
"Once you make a promise, keep it no matter what."
Pure common sense. Especially for someone with her extreme pride.
Unable to refute her own words, Acturus bit her lip in wounded pride and nodded.
"Five minutes."
She placed her legs in the stirrups. They spread into an M-shape, fully exposing the crotch of her black panties.
Perfect.
I yanked the leather restraint straps on the thigh mounts tight. To prevent injury from moving.
"Gonna tie your upper body too. Don't freak out. Just think of it as entrusting everything to me. Only five minutes. Okay?"
"...Do it."
Her face was cold now, but it'd heat up soon.
I restrained her arms fully, then came back down.
Clink clink.
Her thighs twitched each time the thin, elongated medical metal rods on the cart rattled.
I'll ram in pleasures she's never known, never even imagined.
"Alright, starting the stopwatch now."
I squeezed sensitivity gel generously onto my fingers, then without hesitation flipped her panties aside and touched Acturus's pussy.
Squelch♡
"Kh, kuh!"
Squelch— squelch♡
My fingers delved into the slit between her outer and inner labia, into the parted hood of her shyly shrouded clitoris, coating every crevice seamlessly with gel.
"Feels good?"
"D-don't be ridiculous. It's just unpleasant."
Her voice was already getting husky, though. If only she'd honestly accept my love.
Schlurp♡
I pinched the protruding nub where her clit nestled between index and middle finger, squish— pressing hard to drag the little pearl from its hood.
Schlick schlick.
I slathered extra gel on the clit especially—enough to nearly drown it. Already swollen and erect, her clit gleamed, lewdly reflecting the fluorescent light.
"Feels tolerable since you've felt it once before?"
"Uh, ughht."
The gel was seeping in; blood pulsed visibly into her clit in real-time, flushing it a deep pink.
"Such a sensitive, cute pussy—waste not to use it."
Twang!
I flicked her clit with my fingertip, and her body jolted hard.
"Oh yeah, Acturus—what's your real name?"
"Hahk, you think, hahk, I'd tell scum like you?"
Playing tough, huh.
Unlike my gentle caresses before, I roughly pressed the broad pad of my thumb fully against her clit.
Twitch.
The gritty texture of my fingerprint met her hypersensitive clit.
And then.
Rub rub♡
"Ohhoook…!?"
No escape—I sealed my thumb pad tight and stroked up and down. Acturus let out a dumb squeal, hips bucking, but I kept grinding her clit mercilessly.
"How's that, huh? Different from yesterday? Acturus, how is it? Can you handle it? Huh!?"
Rub rub rub♡
Like scraping off a duplicate print, my finger scraped her clit ruthlessly.
"Gohook! S-stop, stooop, hngik!"
"Feels like your clit's getting electrocuted, right? That endless chilling tingle, brain all numb and prickly."
Just like a guy edged with lubed gauze on his glans—insane frustration, can't cum. Women hit with violent overstimulation on erogenous zones feel only terrifying intensity, no release.
"Ugrrrghh…!!"
"Tell me your name, and I'll stop."
"Isara, Isara!"
She finally spilled her pre-baptism name.
She misunderstood—this kind of sensation is worlds apart from enduring physical wounds.
"Thanks for the name, Isara."
Pretty name.
"Hahk! Hngahk, haaahk!"
Whoops. Not the time. Now's the moment!
I pulled the Two Forms Body Talisman from my inner pocket and slapped it onto her plump lower belly, where her eyes were still rolling.
Hummm—
A faint spiritual vibration, then the talisman vanished tracelessly. Taoist talisman adapted as a womb tattoo substitute—Chinese Taoists would freak and roar if they saw.
"Haa… haa… ugh?"
She was starting to feel it.
Taoist "yang" means taiji's yang: conception of life, surging primal energy. Made into a body talisman...
The perfect 'womb tattoo optimizer.'
Right now, she'd feel a warm gathering deep in her womb.
The seed sprouting.
A seed to make her realize over the next five days that her body was a broodmare's. As her pussy tamed to my pleasure training, the talisman's progress would rise too. Twitch, twitch♡
Her clit was swollen to bursting, fully erect, twitching like it begged for more touch.
Pussy juice leaked from her hole, drooling down her perineum. A mere breeze would tip her over.
I'd applied sensitivity gel and lavished sincere caresses, but reacting this intensely, pussy in perfect sync with her arousal—she had real talent.
"S-stop. Five minutes are up!"
"Huh? Not yet?"
[3:48]
It was true. Time to fully zone her out: barely instant noodle cooking time.
"No way… only that much…?"
I shoved the stopwatch in her face for confirmation—despairing Acturus. She'd get it now: once a woman lets a man at her pussy obediently, no escaping unscathed.
"Doesn't the deep inside your pussy itch like crazy? Like something's about to burst but stalls right at the edge?"
Flinch.
"How do you—"
How? Drool dripping from her lower mouth like that—obvious.
"Round two? Remember our deal? No cumming."
"W-wait! Hold on, this feels weird, just let me rest a bit!"
"Nope."
One minute to forced orgasm. No mercy—I resumed ruthless clit torture.
Schlurp schlurp schlurp♡
"Heek♡ Grhng, s-something's coming…♡ Grhk…♡ St-stop..stop, scary, w-wait…!"
'Scary' from her—always so cool and strong till now.
How's it feel, bitch?
Nothing like fighting monsters, huh?
"It's weird, hik..♡ Hate it…♡"
Eyes unfocused, trembling, begging—but my fingers didn't stop.
"Cum."
Rub rub rub♡
"Ah?♡ Oh?♡"
I ground hard, then pinched her clit lightly—and she hit her second lifetime orgasm. Far more intense, violently slamming her pussy than the first.
"Oof?♡ Huh…?♡ Gohok♡"
Squirt♡ Sploosh♡
Acturus squirted wildly, hips thrashing up and down.
Such great sensitivity.
Wrrrr—
The womb tattoo—no, Two Forms Body Talisman pattern on her lower belly darkened briefly, then faded.
Her recent climax triggered faster rooting.
Her clit, max-swollen and perky, twitched begging for more—like a newbie clit fresh to orgasm.
Pussy drooling juice down her perineum. Breeze-sensitive to climax.
Acturus looked lost in arousal, not knowing up from down.
"Oh..?♡ Oof?♡ Oh?♡"
"Cute how pussy orgasm wrecked your speech."
Still dazed.
Exhausted from afterglow and talisman rooting, Acturus passed out cold. I carried her straight to the basement cell.
Next day.
"Sleep well?"
"D-don't come closer!"
She'd always charged at me before—now she backed away.
"Why not?"
"I don't want a shameless pervert like you near me!"
Annoying. She loved it yesterday. Act all coy now, and it crushes my pure heart.
"You lost yesterday. Threw a smug counteroffer, then squirted like a slut cumming hard."
"I-I didn't!!"
"Gonna lie?"
"Ugh…."
Even she knew she couldn't bullshit this. Full-body spasms, incontinence orgasm, shock blackout.
No idiot would deny that was a massive climax.
But as I reached for her arm—
Smack!
She slapped my hand away roughly, retreating.
A surge of intense irritation—no, rage—no, murderous impulse.
Sudden psychotic urge to kill. Die die die die—crush this defiant bitch underfoot.
"Grrrr…."
Trembling hands. Acturus panicked at my unnatural vibe.
"H-hey?"
Even her beautiful, clear voice grated—enemy's voice. Shove my cock down that throat, choke her on cum till she dies.
I clenched my teeth, jaw muscles spasming to suppress the killing urge. My goal isn't killing her.
Strip this arrogant Supreme 4 magical girl back to a plain broodmare woman. And eradicate the fraudulent 'magical girl' concept from the world.
Killing her here is no revenge—it's defeat.
Click!
I somehow restrained her without snapping her neck, then bolted upstairs.
From my soul's depths, demonic laughter echoed—like thousands of ghosts cackling in hellish chorus, scraping my brain.
Tear her... crush her... defile that noble flesh with blood...
Not mere psychosis. The demon—my contractor—stirring to claim my soul again.
"Get out…!"
I kicked open the red door at the second-floor hall's end.
Bang—!
Cinnabar stench filled my lungs. The red pigment coating the walls wasn't mere decor—physical barrier against the demon's gate, final soul bastion.
I collapsed in the center, forming mudras.
Yeah, impossible from the start. A powerless normie wielding bizarre spells to neutralize even the Supreme 4—without cost? Absurd.
Magical girls wield omnipotence gratis on 'star-chosen' privilege. But me using half-baked mysticism demands periodic agony like this.
..I'm chased not just by my shattered mind's mania, but demonic contract backlash.
"Hekhal ha-Shem"
Ancient Hebrew magic hit—pain like nerves ripped out and burned. Heart-squeezing agony as the demon's voice faded. Its implanted killing urge sucked into the red pigment. Amid the torment, I hacked up bloody coughs.
Cough cough!
"Heh heh heh, hahahahaha!"
I laughed through the horror.
Skin peeling, joints twisting—didn't matter. This pain proved I differed from magical girls.
Four days left. Time to ramp up the training.