The Rescue Team (1)
As darkness settled over the castle, the silent footsteps of elves slipped across the walls like living shadows. Guided by Elin, they pushed open the door of a shabby tavern and stepped inside, eyes sharp for any sign of trouble. Not even a single common sentry was in sight. The ease of their infiltration felt suspicious, yet they had no other choice.
"This is the place. Manipulate it like this and the hidden entrance opens."
Elin worked the drawer; a concealed passage revealed itself. Following the plan they had set in advance, the rescue team descended into the basement and melted one by one into the darkness, securing their assigned positions. It was the elves' unique stealth art—so complete that not even a shadow remained.
"...Moaning. It's coming from over there. Elin, with me."
Erwen's keen ears caught the sound and she gave the order. The room they reached with Elin already poured thick sexual musk and humidity out through the doorframe. When they opened it and stepped inside, they found panicked men wearing assorted protective gear and Elysia, unconscious, still moaning.
"Elves?! We confirmed every last one of them left the capital a week ago."
"What the hell were the guards doing?! Everyone here is non-combat personnel!"
"Just rush them! However they got in, if they vanish into the dark again we'll never catch them."
"Elysia..."
While the flustered men scrambled, Erwen could not hide her shock at the ruin that had been made of Elysia. The face that once laughed like a little devil through any pain was now a wreck of tears and snot; the body that had always stood small yet at the front of her comrades was studded with sadistic piercings and climaxing madly. It was almost impossible to believe this was the same proud Elysia.
"Buhi♡ Buhiik♡♡♡"
"...Prepare yourselves."
Erwen's arrows, filled with genuine rage, sought the men. Her fury poured straight into every shaft as she slaughtered everyone in sight. Black-painted arrows flew stealthily through the dark basement and snuffed out their lives.
"She's no ordinary elf! If you're not a real combatant you can't even face her!!!"
"How long ago did we signal with the magic tools?! When is the combat team getting here?!"
"I can't even tell where the arrows are coming from. Could it be the Divine Archer...? Already this soon?"
Outside the door, elite elves who had already taken silent positions were sniping the combatants pouring in from above with perfect accuracy. For the first time, men's death-screams and final cries rang through the basement that had become a slaughterhouse.
Meanwhile, one day before the elves stormed in.
The hero who had been taken in by the Emperor was even granted a private doghouse and spent her days in relative comfort. Unlike the training chambers, here in the imperial castle she could rest freely until the Emperor came to use her.
"Rest well until We finish Our work and return. Ah—"
"Woof♡ Woof♡"
On all fours, Kanna saw the Emperor off, then crawled into the little doghouse she had been given and tried to enjoy the rare peace. But her body, thoroughly steeped in drugs, grew aroused at the slightest stimulus and leaked slick fluid without end. The men only adjusted her sensitivity for the Emperor's pleasure; the rest of the time she had to live with her sexual nerves wound to a maddening pitch.
Ugh♡♡ Just walking is enough to... Nghik♡ I can't even tell how much time has passed.
The first real rest she had been allowed finally gave her enough clarity to think. She remembered her promise to Elin and wondered whether she could still escape in a body worse than livestock. Then the signal for mealtime appeared and she scrambled out in a hurry.
"Eat plenty, bitch."
"Hah♡ Thank you, Master♡"
The meal was a dog bowl heaped high with feed. Until now she had been allowed nothing but aphrodisiacs and fluids; Kanna buried her face in the bowl with a look of pure happiness and began to eat. She knew the mixture was laced with intelligence-destroying drugs and semen, but that was a trivial detail beside the joy of food.
Even while she ate, her heat-flushed body kept climbing, yet she was never allowed to climax.
"Eat a lot and hurry up and get lewder."
"Woof♡ Woof♡ I want to eat more♡♡♡"
Once the man confirmed she had licked the bowl clean, he took it away. Leaving the reluctant hero behind, Jack gave orders to a subordinate so he could finish the training the Emperor's absence allowed.
After the meal Kanna curled up tightly inside the doghouse, trying to avoid every possible stimulus, and attempted to sleep. Whether from the drugs she had just swallowed or the burning lust that never left her, her hand began to creep downward of its own accord toward her clitoris.
Nngh♡ Just a little should be fine...
That most sensitive place had already been pierced through with needles and steeped in the worst aphrodisiacs—the hero's greatest weakness♡. A sane mind would have realized she could not even wear underwear over it, let alone masturbate, but the drugs from the meal and the fever of her body had robbed her of proper judgment.
At last her slowly descending fingers brushed that tiny bean♡
"Nngiiiiiiiiiiik♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡"
Kanna thrashed her hips and howled. Yet she was absolutely forbidden to climax.
"Ughk♡♡ Not enough♡♡♡"
Her hand crept down again; her pussy still trembled violently from the unfinished aftershocks. For a long while the hero wasted the precious time she might have spent thinking of escape, lost in masturbation that could never bring release.
When Jack returned with his men, fully prepared, the first thing they saw was the hero thrashing and masturbating like a madwoman.
Schlick schlick schlick schlick
"Aaaah♡♡♡♡ Why♡ Why♡ Can't I cum♡♡♡♡ Ughk♡♡"
The clumsy touches of earlier had become frantic rubbing of pussy and clitoris. The doghouse the Emperor had given her less than a day ago was already soaked with love juices, proof of how completely she had lost herself. Jack looked satisfied and ordered the men.
"Bring the prepared item. Looking at that state, anesthesia won't be necessary."
What they brought was a black ring-like object. It was far too small for a finger—barely large enough for a pinky—and unlike an ordinary ring its inner surface was densely studded with fine thorns that looked as though they would never come free once they bit into something. But Kanna's mind was entirely occupied by her own pussy; she paid Jack no attention at all.
"Eek♡♡♡♡ Pussy♡ I want to cum with my pussy♡♡ Nnghooo♡♡♡"
"Still, you'll be wearing this forever, so a proper explanation once should make things easier for both of us."
At Jack's word the men seized Kanna and began to restrain her firmly. Even being grabbed was stimulus enough; her pussy kept squirting freely the whole time. Only after her limbs were bound so tightly she could no longer touch herself did Jack cast the spell.
⟨ Mind Restore ⟩
At that single phrase her sanity returned. The heavy restraints filled her with dread, yet she was not brave enough to show emotion in front of her Master. No matter how fiercely she resisted, only mechanical training ever came back. Then perhaps she should at least fawn and beg for a scrap of mercy?
"Hehe♡♡ This bitch was too stupid♡ She didn't even know how to stop♡♡ Thank you for stopping me♡"
Jack simply ignored her desperate coquetry and said what he had come to say.
"Listen carefully. I'll only explain this once."
"Yeees♡ This heat-struck bitch who thinks with her pussy♡♡ is ready to listen♡♡♡"
"This is a magic tool carved from the Demon King's horn. The craftsmen worked hard to shape it this finely."
The words "Demon King" sent an ominous chill through her mind, but bound so she could not even twitch a finger, all she could do was listen.
"As long as you wear this on your body, you will never be able to use proper magic. Simple recovery spells might still work, but the higher the magic, the more it will interfere. From now on, this goes on you."
They had already locked a collar around her neck that made disobedience impossible, and now they were sealing her magic as well. Kanna listened with a blank, bewildered expression. Seeing that look, Jack's face filled with playful malice.
"Still don't understand? Well, you've always preferred to learn with your body."
At those words the terrible memories of everything they had done to her surged up and I cried out on pure reflex.
"No♡ No♡♡♡ I understood with my pussy!!!!"
"Are you saying I'm wrong right now?"
The smile vanished from Jack's face in an instant and I froze solid. Either choice was hell. Having given up on everything, I finally chose the path that would at least please him.
"Pussy♡ My pussy misspoke♡♡♡ Stupid bitch♡♡ Please let me experience it with my body♡♡♡"
As if he had been waiting for exactly those words, Jack gestured. Men holding magnifying tools pried my private parts open. Their careless hands made me howl again, but they paid no attention and simply lifted my clitoris.
"Nngiiiiiiiit♡♡♡♡♡♡ Ahi♡♡♡"
My body began to thrash the same way it had earlier. The men ignored it and started forcing the prepared magic tool down over the stiff, erect clitoris. Countless fine thorns pierced through the flesh, burrowed deep, and locked themselves solidly in place.
"Oooooooh♡♡♡♡♡ Nngyaaaak♡♡ It huuurts♡♡♡♡♡♡ Hik♡"
Pain finally overtook pleasure and I fainted. But the torment was not finished.
Low-tier recovery magic begins to close the wounds on the clitoris.
Flesh filled the holes the thorns had torn open until the tool and the flesh became one, as if they had always been fused. Low-tier healing carried no pain relief whatsoever. Tears burst again from the eyes of the already-unconscious hero.
"Wake her."
⟨ Mind Restore ⟩
My mind was forced back once more. The first thing I saw upon waking was my own clitoris, half-fused with the magic tool into a grotesque shape.
Despair at the irreversible horror lasted only a moment. If I failed to greet him the way I had been trained, worse punishment might wait.
"Woof♡ Woof♡ Thank you for remodeling this stupid dog-pussy that doesn't even know how to control itself♡♡"
"Don't you feel anything different?"
"Yeees♡ This bitch doesn't really understand♡♡"
"Is that so? Strange. The magic was applied correctly and the adjustments should have been perfect."
Jack summoned his familiar black wand and began playing with my body through a series of commands.
He tested how the clitoris swayed in that posture, stimulated every erogenous zone as if to measure the limits of a body forbidden to climax, and even checked whether high-tier healing still functioned.
After a long stretch of fine-tuning he paused, then issued a command I never expected.
"Eh?"
Fwoooosh—
In an instant the black collar around my neck turned to light and vanished. Every restriction suddenly gone, my body began to pour out every climax it had been denied.
"Nngiiiiiiiik♡♡♡♡♡ I can't stop cuuuming♡♡♡♡♡ Uoooooh♡♡♡♡♡"
Advanced recovery magic floods the exhausted body.
"Truly strange. This works as well?"
After a long climax my body collapsed; the now-familiar recovery magic restored me. Jack summoned a black scroll, intending to re-collar the unconscious hero—
But the mouth of the hero who should have been unconscious moved first.
Ultimate recovery magic—body and mind returned to their optimal state.