A Night in the Torture Chamber
"Ahng, aaah!"
It was nerve-wracking. What if Iris and Hamill came back right now, while I was feeling this?
If word got out that I was some lewd woman getting off in a situation like this, I'd die of shame.
But the stimulation was too intense to stifle my moans. The bumpy protrusions vibrated mercilessly, and my lower mouth—without anything even inserted—sent waves of intense pleasure crashing through me. My panties were already soaked because of it.
I tried to lift my body even a little to lessen the sensation, but the weights hanging from my thighs made it impossible to raise my legs at will. All I could do was flail helplessly, and the recoil ground my clitoris against the wooden block's nub.
Even through the thin fabric of my panties, the feeling was vivid.
"Ahhheuk!"
There was no other way. Iris had tied me here on this furniture made for exactly this purpose from the start.
Hanbyeol could be in who-knows-what state right now—could I really just enjoy myself tied up like this?
Guilt like that made me desperately suppress my body as it hurtled toward orgasm, forcing my mind to focus. But my body was far too lewd. I knew exactly what kind of defenses it had—or rather, didn't—and it was utterly despairing how well I understood that I couldn't resist these sensations.
That there was no escape while bound, that I'd inevitably climax from the forced stimulation.
And that even after, I'd have to keep climaxing endlessly until Iris or Hamill released me.
And my body... it was thrilling in anticipation of that fact.
It would be incomparable to the times I'd masturbated desperately alone in Daesik's room, bound. No—this wasn't just my own expectation; it was an objective assessment of the situation. I absolutely hadn't surrendered to pleasure.
"Ah, no... I have to save Hanbyeol... I can't do this here... ahhheuuu..."
What separates humans from beasts is our ability to restrain desire. Lose reason to desire, and we're no different from animals.
Even if—hypothetically—I climaxed from the forced stimulation, as long as I didn't forget what I had to do, it'd be fine. Thanks to my high mental strength, I could hold onto reason even as orgasm approached.
Even if it was just a mental victory to keep from crumbling.
"Haaahk, haaaa, i-is anyone out there?!"
So I thrashed desperately to loosen the ropes and called for help outside. There had to be guards patrolling, but no response came.
Well, with no windows and no gaps in the door, it was probably soundproofed too. A torture chamber might be meant to let screams leak out and terrify other prisoners, but if it was this soundproofed, their purposes weren't entirely innocent.
Considering the device restraining me now, maybe it wasn't for torture at all—maybe it was built for guards to toy with prisoners.
"Kyaaahk!"
I clamped my mouth shut after the scream slipped out unbidden. My first climax had finally arrived.
To keep the scream from escaping, I held my breath and tried to curl up, whimpering. But my untrained body had weak abs; I couldn't even pull up my legs with the heavy weights, so all I managed was tensing my stomach.
The stimulation didn't stop during orgasm. Vibrations kept assaulting my convulsing body, and my hypersensitive state after climax sent unfiltered signals straight to my brain.
My mind went blank and dizzy; I couldn't control my spasming body.
How much time passed? When I could think again, I realized drool was leaking from my open mouth and unconsciously cast Purify.
It didn't erase the sweat soaking my clothes and underwear. The sticky, damp panties still let the wooden nubs' vibrations through, and as soon as I focused on my groin, it registered the sensation again, sending fresh signals.
"Ahahaha, h-heuuuui..."
My body still wouldn't obey me, so garbled words leaked out. Only after a bit did I realize the lewd, cute voice in my ears was my own.
That sound heated my body even more. After the first orgasm ebbed like a receding tide, my dulled senses prickled all over at the pitiful, cute noise that felt like someone else's voice.
It's my voice, it shouldn't be like this, but it doesn't feel like mine yet—that disconnect made my heart pound with excitement again.
"Ahk, h-heuk, eut, ueut, eut, uuung!"
So the second climax came faster than the first. I couldn't suppress the sounds bursting from my mouth and nose anymore.
Drowning in a flood of sensations, flailing helplessly, suddenly my vision went black. Then, like surfacing from underwater, I'd gasp awake—to the nubs still pressing hard against my mound, shaking my hips relentlessly.
By now, my mind was a jumbled mess. Wasn't this the situation I wanted? Bound and forced to climax.
That's what I'd been unsatisfied with all this time, right? No restraints to bind my body, no devices to caress me as much as I wanted?
Breasts and clit stimulated and bound—shouldn't I just go as much as I wanted now?
I couldn't untie the ropes or escape anyway, so wasn't enjoying it better?
But if I enjoyed this, what about Hanbyeol? What happened to Hanbyeol? Is Hanbyeol okay? What if these people are doing this to her too?
Thoughts of Hanbyeol cleared my mind a little; I cast Purify on myself. Orgasm's aftershocks still made my body tremble, breath ragged, but my vision cleared briefly.
Unlike moments ago when I'd focused solely on sensation, I could now take in my surroundings. No bloodstains on the torture tools. That could just mean they were cleaned, but the dust suggested they hadn't been used recently. That alone brought some relief.
Hanbyeol must be locked up somewhere in this prison. If I listened to them fully, maybe they'd release her.
That thought cut off as another climax hit.
"Eugk, keuueuk!"
It felt like every possible moan poured from my mouth. Whatever—who cares? No one's here but me. If someone's listening outside, they're the pervert. I'm innocent. The ones who put me here are the villains.
I knew rational thought was failing, but separately, my high mental strength seemed to be rationalizing to protect me.
Once I thought that, I reached acceptance. If you can't avoid it, enjoy it.
I climaxed again, losing my mind.
"Ahhuaaang!"
After the fifth, I stopped counting. Moan, climax, pass out; wake to a stimulated body and climax confusedly again, pass out. Moan in half-sleep and climax, wake to the wrongness and climax again, pass out.
Now I couldn't tell up from down; my body barely trembled anymore. The air was thick and hot, sweet scent everywhere. Familiar—it was my own body odor.
If even I could smell it this strongly, anyone entering would be shocked by the thick aroma. Amid all this, I worried about the stench and cast Purify first.
The sweet smell lingered, but at least no sourness. My raw throat ached, but pleasure drowned it as I panted roughly again. Recovery spells didn't quench the thirst.
Chanting prayers and recovery during another buildup gave a thrill of blasphemy, chills down my spine. It really felt like floating on clouds—not because it was good, but because every time I tried to touch ground, another climax whited out my mind until I passed out.
No sense of time.
"Haa, heu, heuk..."
Ah, here it comes again. It was agonizing now; I hung my head and sobbed. My eyes burned—I must have cried without realizing.
For a while, my mind was hazy, ears ringing, but as vision returned, I saw my sweat-soaked breasts, stockings glistening with my own fluids, the hem of my priestess robe soaked and cleverly hiding it all. My neatly swept-back hair dangled messily over my face.
Imagining that sight suddenly set my chest ablaze; this time, willfully, I ground my mound against the vibrating nub.
Even with stamina near zero, picturing a black-clad priestess in black stockings, drenched and exhausted, disheveled and bound—honestly, who could hold back? Even if it was me now, it felt like my character's image, so I couldn't resist the urge in that instant.
My already sensitive body was burning up, head hot too, but no excuses. It wasn't someone else's body I was defiling—just healthy masturbation.
The pleasure was fiercer than before; I blacked out again. When I opened my eyes, someone was pouring water into my mouth.
"Kehk, *cough*, *cough*..."
I swallowed instinctively, then choked and coughed. My stomach growled fiercely. My body, abused all night, screamed with muscle pain everywhere—especially where the ropes had chafed.
Unable even to bend at the waist, just hanging my head to cough, Iris—in her red priestess robes like yesterday—stood before me with a gentle smile.
"Good morning. Did you have a pleasant night?"
"H-heuk, Hanbyeol, wh-where..."
"Ah, that mage sister of yours. To care for someone more than yourself—how close must you be? I'm jealous. If you'd been honest yesterday, Eve dear, I would've let you see her."
"Is Hanbyeol safe...?"
"On my father's name, that mage is sleeping peacefully right now."
"If you promise to release her, I'll tell you everything I know. Please."
Even as I begged, Iris's brow twitched with dissatisfaction. Just as the vibrations finally stopped for a brief rest, her middle and ring fingers brushed my lower mouth, making it twitch.
"Kyaaak?!"
"Forgot your place, have you? Eve dear, you're the woman who stole someone else's body and shamelessly felt pleasure with it."
"Aang, no I'm not!"
"Don't lie. You're already soaked like this. It felt good last night, didn't it? That body's so sensitive. How many times did you go? Five? Six?"
"..."
They hadn't stopped even when I passed out—how could she say so few? I was speechless. Was I the weird one? After that much stimulation all night, only that many?
Looking up at Iris with shaky eyes, her gentle smile twisted.
"You need to answer."
"Aaaaaak!"
She'd been stroking my womanhood, then suddenly pinched my clitoris; I screamed in my raspy voice. Twisting away, but Iris twisted my clit mockingly.
"Answer, and I'll let go of your cute little flower. Didn't realize it was such a pretty pink, hidden in those folds."
"A-after five, I stopped counting! Over ten, probably!"
"Eh..."
She released my clit as I confessed honestly. Shame, pain, and self-loathing for feeling pleasure amid it all brought tears. Iris asked curiously,
"Didn't the vibrations stop?"
"I don't know, I passed out and when I woke, it was still going..."
Tears streamed down my cheeks. Sorrow welled up; I sobbed, but Iris paused silently before resuming the interrogation.
"Well, if you'd been honest, this wouldn't have happened. Now, back to yesterday's question. What was your purpose possessing the Ivy sisters' body?"
"I really don't know. Ivy was a character I made to play the game. I leveled her as a priest, and like always, I played after work, went to sleep, woke up—and I was in this body."
"Game? What kind of play is that? Like dolls?"
Game concepts must be foreign here. Unsure where to start, as I thought, Iris lifted my robe's hem again, stroking my lower belly. I yelped in panic.
"I-I'm trying to explain! It's not a concept here! Nothing to compare it to, but it's like role-playing with dolls in each other's homes. Sharing via crystals or something and playing together..."
Saying adults play dolls was embarrassing; I bowed my head, but luckily Iris withdrew her hand this time, deep in thought.
Meanwhile, Hamill opened the door, frowning.
"Did you spray an aphrodisiac? The air's..."
"Brother Hamill. Didn't you set the timer?"
Iris's tone sharpened; I flinched. Thank goodness it wasn't aimed at me. Hamill stood stiffly, then scratched his head.
"Ah."
"Ah?!"
"Sorry about that. Slipped my mind."
I wanted to wail, but Iris seemed satisfied with the half-hearted apology, turning back to me—her tone softer toward me, at least.
"So you knew others had crossed into this world too?"
I couldn't hesitate—this was the core. To them, we might just be troublemakers from another world. Sure, we were unwilling castaways, but putting aside the injustice, I didn't want more torture. I nodded, planning to reveal the possessed in the underground prison without naming Daesik or Hanbyeol.
Luckily, Iris didn't press. Instead, she stroked my head.
"The people originally living on this land had their bodies stolen by you doll-players. How futile they must feel. And their families too—someone they'd known all their lives suddenly changes. That's why His Holiness prophesied it: otherworlders would bring chaos."
"Th-that..."
Never once had I thought about what happened to this world's Ivy. I'd only seen her as my created character, never considered her original owner. Just figured the world's lore fit her slot perfectly.
"...I'm sorry. If there's a way back, I want to go too. But I don't know why I ended up here, and I thought I'd just entered my avatar—never imagined someone else was using the body before. I'm sorry... sob, I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please! Nooo..."
Telling the truth, but Iris slid her hand to my lower belly again, inching downward. I hadn't eaten dinner or breakfast; I couldn't take more and begged. Thankfully, she pulled away, leaning in close.
"Then if you find a way back, you'll return to your world? Give the body back to its owner?"
"Y-yes! Of course! That's what I've been looking for!"
No matter how pretty or pleasurable this body, if it had an original owner, that changed everything. My real world might be boring, but who wants to stay in a world where you could get kidnapped anytime things got dull?
"Good. I hope that doesn't change."
Iris stroked me gently and untied the ropes. Whispering so Hamill couldn't hear:
"I checked earlier—you're still a virgin. Keep it that way. It's my little sister's body. If you defile it even a little, I'll lock you in this room until the otherworlders find their way home. Remember that."
"Y-yes!"
Her sister... that explained Iris's treatment. Strict yet laced with love-hate.
"So you really don't know what happened to Ivy in the dungeon?"
"N-nooo..."
Strengthless, I collapsed into Iris's supporting arms. My clothes were sweat-soaked and damp, but she didn't mind, cradling me and stroking my hair. Such deep love for Ivy.
Blood not circulating, heals barely working, limbs numb from binding—I couldn't stand.
"I see..."
Her pitying voice broke me; tears burst out unbidden.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay—you said it wasn't your choice. You're not like those shady dark mages or necromancers doing filthy things in others' bodies."
It hit too close; I flinched mid-sob. Thinking it was just sobs, Iris patted my back.
Then someone rushed in, breathless.
"Priests! Big trouble! The mage we locked up just stabbed herself with an ice spear..."
My heart lurched; I stared blearily at the guard. Did I hear wrong? Mages aren't rare—surely not.
Stopping my tears, hiccuping, I turned to Iris—her face panicked too.
"No way, right?"
"..."
"Y-you said Hanbyeol was safe. I answered everything honestly. I hid nothing. Please."
"..."
No answer from Iris. I shoved her holding me; she stepped back willingly. Legless, I tumbled to the floor.
No time for pain—I crawled, grabbing the guard's ankle.
"Where? Where did the mage try to kill herself? Take me, quick..."
Iris silently helped me up; I shoved her, slamming into the wall. Forcing my collapsing body upright against it.
"Liars..."
"..."
Iris tried to support me again. I pushed feebly—useless; her arms caught me.
"You can't even walk. Let me help, at least. I'll take you. But refuse, and I'll leave you locked here. We don't even know if she's dead. To heal her, we need to hurry—no time to waste. Got it?"
I gritted my teeth, nodding. Iris slung my arm over her shoulder and ran—faster than I could alone.