Chapter 6
With a heavy mechanical whine, the ceiling of the space imprisoning the Hero slid open, and she was slowly drawn upward out of the darkness.
Her silver hair, faintly tinged with pale blue, hung matted and slick with aphrodisiac. Eyes that had not seen light in so long blinked rapidly, struggling to adjust.
At last her entire face emerged into the open. The moment she confirmed the figure of an elf, tears of pure relief spilled down her cheeks.
It was not Erwen—yet the uniform was unmistakably that of a ranger from the elven forest.
"...Why is the Hero here?"
The Hero choked back a sob, swallowed her tears, and answered.
"I was lured into a trap by a letter from Elysia. She isn't in her right mind anymore."
"They're torturing me so the Empire can brainwash me. From the look of things, Elysia has been enduring this far longer than I have."
The ranger could not hide her shock.
"I am Elin, one of the Leaves of the World Tree. I was investigating the disappearances of women when I found the mark carved into the inn and followed it here."
"...We knew the Empire was plotting something, but we never imagined it had fallen this far."
The ranger spent a long time examining the sphere that held the Hero, then let out a heavy sigh.
"I want nothing more than to free you this instant, but this device is beyond my ability to operate properly. Even managing to draw only part of you out so we can speak is a miracle."
The Hero's clear blue eyes trembled violently. The terror of the training she had just endured came flooding back.
Disappointment was plain on her face, yet she forced the emotion down and spoke.
"Even if one person managed to free me, I couldn't guarantee we would break through the guards. Better that you return to the forest at once, report everything, and come back with Erwen."
"And we will need a priest capable of high-level healing magic at the very least. Elysia's mind is almost completely broken."
"...I cannot return immediately. Even if I borrow the Magic Tower's power to teleport, it will take three days."
The tears the Hero had been holding back finally broke free. Yet she steeled her resolve, met the elf's gaze squarely, and declared with quiet pride,
"It's all right. Elysia has endured this agony for nearly a year. I am the Hero—I can endure better than she has."
Anyone could see the words were a lie. Elin could not bring herself to look the girl in the eye.
Even the once-valiant Lady Elysia had her mind crushed by these methods of training. For the Hero to speak so lightly of enduring the same was no easy thing.
"...Understood. I will return with reinforcements without fail. I will be back within a week—please hold on until then."
"I'll trust only you. Tell Erwen I'm counting on her."
After their farewell, the Hero was lowered once more into the hell of aphrodisiac.
Another mechanical whine sounded. The sphere enclosing her sealed shut again as though nothing had ever happened.
Thereafter, a full month passed by the Hero's reckoning.
She endured every single day with desperate diligence, yet week after week brought neither the rescue she prayed for nor any sign of the men who had cast her into this hell.
The only things that changed were the magic tool that fed on her mana after each meal and steadily raised its training level—and the Hero's body, which that tool remade more thoroughly with every passing hour.
A high-pitched mechanical drone filled the sphere.
"Nngh-ah♡♡ Aaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡"
"I'm cumming with my pussy♡♡ I'm cumming with my pussy♡♡ Pussy, pussy!!♡♡♡♡♡♡"
With every rise in training level the magic tool grew larger, until its movements could be clearly seen even from outside her body. The swollen device now acted like a living trainer: whenever her grip weakened, it unleashed punishing shockwaves.
Adequate stimulation not received.
Commencing punishment.
"What are you talking about—I'm clenching properly even now!♡♡♡"
Ignoring her scream, the magic tool simply executed its programmed command.
A low, grinding vibration surged through her.
The shockwave drove straight to the deepest point of her vagina, slamming into the entrance of her womb and sending a searing jolt through her entire body. The Hero thrashed her hips, trying to resist the pleasure, but the aphrodisiac that had already invaded her womb countless times had long since turned every inch of her into a single vast erogenous zone.
She lasted only a heartbeat before her eyes rolled back and she climaxed helplessly, desperately trying to clamp down harder.
"Nnggiiiiiit♡♡♡ I'm cumming with my womb♡!!!!"
Whether the device recognized the climax declaration or simply registered the frantic clenching of her nearly bursting walls, a second shockwave mercifully did not come. The Hero rejoiced that the triple barrage—womb, G-spot, clitoris—had stopped after only one strike, and she spoke with genuine gratitude.
"Thank you, Magic Tool-sama."
For an entire month she had spoken to no living soul. Now the only voice she could hear was the device's, and she had begun addressing it as if it were a person.
Soon today's meal began sliding down the feeding tube.
"Slurp, slurp... lick, lick... It's so delicious..."
Meals came once a day and lasted roughly ten minutes—the single stretch of time the Hero looked forward to most. At first the food had been pure revulsion, but once she realized that no training occurred during those precious minutes, she began waiting for it with desperate eagerness. Whatever the meal's effect, she never needed to defecate, and within her shattered sense of time it became the only marker that another day had passed.
After a brief recovery of strength, the training resumed.
Having received sufficient stimulation, the magic tool now extended the portion protruding from her vagina and fired needles with pinpoint accuracy at her clitoris.
Thud—thud—
"Kyaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡"
A sizzling hiss followed as aphrodisiac flooded the fresh wounds. Even a body pickled to extreme sensitivity still registered pure agony while the drug burned through open flesh. When the needles had pierced her breasts or belly she had screamed until her throat raw; the pain driven into her clitoris was beyond comparison.
At last she reached her limit and fainted.
"..."
Yet the magic tool paid no heed to her consciousness and continued its relentless work without pause.
Several more months passed by the Hero's count.
By now, neither hope for the rescue Elin had promised nor hatred for the Empire that had reduced her to this state could outweigh her terror of Magic Tool-sama. Her entire daily routine had shrunk to flattering the device as best she could, waiting for the brief meal, and leaking urine and screams.
Her lower abdomen—including the clitoris—had already been remodeled so thoroughly that no further aphrodisiac could penetrate. Breasts that had once been modest for her age now carried a mature, heavy weight. The liquid that had once submerged her entire body had mostly evaporated, leaving only a shallow pool lapping against her back where the needles could not reach.
A soft mechanical whir rose again.
"Hehe♡ I'm cumming from the clit Magic Tool-sama is scratching—ooooh♡♡♡"
While she murmured, as she always did now, which part of her was climaxing and how, a heavy mechanical sound filled the chamber and light began to pour in.
The ceiling opened. After months of darkness the sudden brilliance drove her into a frenzy; she thrashed her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and shrieked,
"Gyaaaah—my eyes, my eyes!!!!!"
Click, click, click, click, click—
The iron chains binding her began to reel slowly upward. The state of the Hero after months sealed away was pitiful. Hair that had once shone with the pale blue of a clear sky had lost all luster and hung dry and brittle. The aquamarine eyes that had never once averted their gaze now stared cloudy and unfocused.
In contrast, the slight frame that had once looked almost childlike now displayed the full, beautiful curves of a woman. What drew the eye most were the swollen breasts, the rigidly erect clitoris, the limbs gone soft from disuse—and, most spectacular of all, the pussy that still clenched the magic tool so tightly the device was beginning to protrude, love juices streaming down its length.
A final mechanical clank sounded as the chains reached their limit and locked into place. Fully exposed to the outside air for the first time in two months, the Hero's body—heated to the absolute limit by aphrodisiac—shuddered violently with raw pleasure.
While she struggled to gather her hazy thoughts, a door opened and a familiar man stepped inside.
"How did you enjoy spending a night in the new home we prepared for you?"
"...?"
For a moment the Hero could not comprehend the words. No—her sharp mind understood them instantly, yet refused to accept them.
One night...? Impossible... The meals alone numbered more than a hundred. It cannot be...
It must be... Elin must have gotten word out and something major went wrong...
She glared at the man with pure contempt and shouted,
"Don't lie to me!!!! You're trying to trick me with false time so I'll break, aren't you?!"
"You clearly ran into trouble and left me here for months! Did the elves attack?!"
Deep down she clung to the hope that he would confirm she had been abandoned for months because of some elven scheme. Jack only smiled and gestured instructions to another man waiting nearby.
Moments later Elysia appeared—her face every bit as haggard as the Hero's—being dragged forward by a grip on her clitoris.