Elysia (2)
Shortly after the hero collapsed, the man called Jack came to his senses.
“She was an even bigger monster than I expected. Still, thanks to that useless masochistic bitch, I was able to take her down easily.”
“I’ll personally educate the hero bitch myself, so don’t process her—just restrain her. And you, sow—”
Elysia, who had been swaying her pussy coquettishly, immediately spread her crotch wide the instant Jack finished speaking. She locked both hands behind her head and began arching her back as far as it would go. The iron chain linking her clitoris to her nipples pulled taut, forcing the lewd little nubs to stiffen, and fresh, filthy love juices began dripping from her cunt once more.
“I am a filthy pig-hole not even fit to be used as a disposable onahole…”
The support troops who had fully arrived took one look at the hero—on the verge of death—and hurriedly began casting healing magic. Jack watched them with open irritation and added,
“Just in case, don’t heal her completely. Keep her properly bound until I get there.”
One of the female knights who had been treating Jack broke off, followed them, stopped the healing magic, and began restraining the groaning hero with merciless thoroughness. While the party that had captured the hero took every measure to bind her securely, Elysia held that vulgar waiting pose and continued repeating the words that condemned herself.
“I am trash who went into heat and sold out her comrades…”
“I am a worthless masochistic bitch who pisses from her pussy just from being hit…”
Jack watched her with a satisfied smile, then tore open the scroll he had prepared earlier. In that instant Elysia’s collar flared with light, and an identical collar materialized around the hero’s neck. After confirming the hero was fully secured, Jack could no longer hold back; he burst into loud laughter and mocked Elysia openly.
“The hero we just caught was the real one. If you hadn’t been stupid enough to stab her in the back, the two of you could have escaped together.”
“…What? Master, what do you mean?”
Elysia stopped her self-recrimination and began reading Jack’s expression carefully. Even while trembling and gauging his mood, she never broke the pose; the juices kept dripping from her pussy without pause.
“It means the hero was real and the magic was real. Thanks for moving exactly the way you were trained—even without brainwashing.”
At those words Elysia slowly released the pose and began inspecting her own body. When she pinched her flesh lightly to check the sensation, her face went white with horror.
“That’s right. That was genuine top-tier healing magic. It means most of the training you received has been healed away, so you’ll have to be broken in all over again from the beginning.”
“Or would you rather try saving the hero and escaping right now?”
Jack asked the question with feigned innocence. Something seemed to click in Elysia’s mind; she moved with sudden, desperate speed.
She lunged forward with the same explosive force as the hero herself—and the first thing she did was yank the clit-chain with all her strength and start masturbating.
“Hngiiih♡♡ I can cum♡ Even without Master’s cock pounding me♡ I can cum♡♡♡♡”
One hand worked the chain, stimulating nipple and clit at the same time; the other frantically rubbed the gaping, twitching hole of her pussy.
“Hwaaaaang♡ Why… why can’t I cum♡♡”
“The orgasm lock♡ is gone♡ but all I have is hypersensitivity and no climax—this second-hand pussy♡♡♡ Kanna fixed me!!!!!”
Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Squelch—splat!
“Puhahaha! Of all the sows I’ve seen, you’re the funniest.”
Jack laughed as he kicked the frantically masturbating masochistic cunt. Then he planted his foot on the fallen Elysia’s pussy and ground down hard.
“I already reapplied it when we restrained the hero.
Remember the rules, red pig? Unauthorized masturbation plus failure to hold the waiting pose—three days in the punishment room.
By the time you come out, the hero should be finished too. Look forward to that touching reunion with your comrade.”
Trickle… trickle…
Sheer terror loosened Elysia’s bladder; she wet herself on the spot.
“Eh…? Th-that can’t be…”
“Please! I’ll do anything, Master!!! Just not the punishment room—please!!!!”
“Ah, and since your body’s back to normal, you’ll have to receive all the modifications and training again from scratch. Look forward to it. Now then—”
“…No… I don’t want any more… Someone… save… me—Aaaagh!!!!”
Even as she screamed and pissed herself, a single word from Jack snapped her back into that vulgar pose.
When the party finished treating the hero and returned, Elysia was dragged out of the basement by the collar still linking her to them.
The hero managed to regain consciousness at the sound of someone’s desperate screams. Yet she could see nothing, and her body would not so much as twitch a finger.
“Mmph—mmph—”
Something had been forced into the hero’s mouth so she could not even cry out, and her eyes were covered by what felt like a blindfold. Her mana still showed no sign of moving, and with her mouth blocked, chanting was impossible. As she squirmed, trying to assess her own condition, a familiar voice spoke and the blindfold was ripped away.
“Awake, are you? Name’s Jack. I’m the one whose leg you just blew off. From now on I’ll be teaching you some manners.”
“…”
“Ah, I’ll take the ball gag off too. A hero’s spit is just as filthy as anyone else’s, I see.”
With both the blindfold and the ball gag removed, the hero could finally check her own body. An identical collar to the one Elysia wore was locked around her neck, and all four limbs were rigorously secured to a device that resembled an obstetric delivery table. Even so, her pussy and breasts were left completely bare—exactly the kind of perverted restraint suit a degenerate would wear.
The hero sneered and provoked him.
“You’re no proper Imperial agent. I already sent word to my comrades before I came here.
If you release me before the entire Hero Party gathers and smashes you to pieces, I’ll kill you painlessly.”
He laughed as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, then reached out and pinched her clitoris, twisting it hard.
“Hic—”
“Threatening me while presenting your pussy like that? Today really is full of hilarious scenes.”
Thwack!
He released the twisted clit and flicked her breast with a sharp knuckle-rap.
This time she desperately swallowed the moan.
“You hold back your moans better than the sow I caught a year ago. How does it feel?”
“Tch. No matter how much pain you give me, I won’t react the way you want.”
“Pain? Not pleasure? Looks like you’ve never even properly masturbated.”
In truth her virgin body felt only pain, not pleasure. Perhaps guessing as much from her words, the man called Jack stopped caressing her and instead took a pink potion bottle from a cabinet.
“Normally I’d only use this after slowly teaching you climax, but according to the hero herself time is short—so I’ll introduce you to pleasure right now.”
He pulled on gloves and let a single drop of the pink liquid fall onto her clitoris and each nipple. The moment that single drop touched her, those places burned hot. Worse, a crawling, tickling sensation like dozens of insects swarming over her skin assaulted her.
“Nngh… ghk—”
She fought to suppress the lewd sounds, trying to keep her voice down. That effort collapsed in an instant under a single motion of his hand.
Press—
“Nngh♡♡ Goooooh♡♡ ok♡♡♡”
Fwoooosh—
In that moment she blacked out as climax tore through her. From the hero’s pussy a flood of love juice erupted like a broken dam.
“Th-this… kind of—”
Press—
Fsshaaaah—
“Nngh♡? Hih?♡♡♡”
“Eheh?”
Press—
Fssht fssht
“I can’t quite hear you. Shall we try pressing here this time?”
Press—
“Nngyak♡♡ That maaan—”
Press—
Every time he pressed one of the three buttons, the hero climaxed and sprayed like a lewd toy. After tormenting her for a long while, she finally lost consciousness.
Or so she thought.
⟨ Mind Restore ⟩
“Eh…? I was sure I—”
Press—
Fsshat fsshat trickle…
“Nngiiik♡♡♡♡ Nngoh♡♡ Higik♡♡♡♡♡”
“You needn’t worry about going mad. This friend here will keep casting mental recovery magic on you.”
“Even if you faint, we’ll wake you right back up on the spot.”
Hell began.
Potion applied, left nipple pressed—climax.
Potion applied, clitoris pressed—climax.
Potion applied, pussy pressed—climax.
Climax, climax, climax, then a few seconds of blackout—
and consciousness was forcibly dragged back to the surface again.
In all that time the only things permitted to her were screaming and the frantic flaring of a pussy-hole that kept spraying like a fountain.
How much time had passed…?
When no more water would come out, when her throat was completely ruined and the only reaction left was the twitching of her cunt, Jack returned.
He spoke as if he were a teacher patiently explaining the obvious.
“By now you should have properly learned how to cum, yes?”
She no longer had the strength to answer, yet the sight of his finger hovering just shy of her clit filled her with such terrible dread that she desperately tried to force out a reply. But her vocal cords, completely spent, produced only meaningless, phlegmy croaks.
“If you’re a second-rate female hero who’s never even masturbated, you might still not understand.”
“I’ll make that body experience it until you understand properly.”
He casually surveyed the floor still slick with the love juices she had sprayed, gave a few orders to the subordinate behind him, and vanished again. Then, beside the man who had been casting healing magic all along, another man sat down as well.
⟨ Mind Restore ⟩
“Hwaaaaaaah—”
This time neither her throat nor her pussy would be allowed to rest.
The only hope the hero could cling to was the Saint who knew she had set out for the Empire—and so she had no choice but to endure.