Memories Returned! My Master Awakens Amidst Limb-Bound Triple-Hole Torment, Crying in Confusion Right at the Peak of Continuous Orgasms
"Huoop... Hugup..."
The subtle difference in sounds, ones I might have missed if I hadn't listened closely, pierced my eardrums. It was only then that I realized Sylvia had been crying for who knows how long.
"Gasp. Why are you crying!? Hold on, I'll pull out right now!"
"Mugoho... Huooo..."
I couldn't tell when it had started. Spotting Sylvia sniffling filled me with guilt—had I pushed her too hard? Hurt her somehow?
Slurp... Sluuurp... Slurp...
"Ugh! Ah...!"
Even as she cried, her tongue didn't stop lapping at my cock. To be honest, what happened next wasn't entirely my fault, I'd argue.
I'd been trying to slowly pull my hips back when the intense suction hit me, and I couldn't hold out—I came.
Oh shit.
"Hugub...!! Gub...! Kub... Uum...."
She mumbled incoherently, instinctively shoving my cock back down her throat like always. That's just how it goes when you're unloading cum.
Spurt, spurt. As I ejaculated, habit took over again, and I kept fingering her holes. My brain wasn't working during orgasm—pure instinct.
My hands rhythmically plunged into her weak spots, and I froze in shock, but Sylvia had already felt it intensely.
Stab, stab...!!
'Ah. Got careless cumming down her throat, and my hands moved on their own...!'
"Muho...♡ Huoop...♡"
Pshh-! Psssh- Pssshhh-!!
It was the result of honing my technique over hours of relentless pleasure-chasing, perfecting my timing. Without realizing it, I'd plunged Sylvia into a hell of continuous orgasms.
I'd tried to quickly free the sniffling, teary-eyed Sylvia, but it ended with her perfectly swallowing my cum while her three holes clenched in ecstasy.
"I gotta stop, but damn my hands...!"
Stab, twist, stab, twist...!
"Huguuuuub...♡!?"
I definitely stopped thrusting up and down. But with her climaxing pussy right there, before I knew it, my hands were spinning on their own, tormenting her through her peak.
It was almost automatic. Sylvia, her convulsing pussy obscenely stimulated during the sex torture—indistinguishable from violence—only noticed too late that my slip-up had sent her climaxing again mid-orgasm.
'Ah, fuck. I'm screwed.'
The aftermath of over 20 hours of mindless sex torture was rearing its head.
"Agh! Hands, stop! Let go! Sorry, Sylvia!"
Squish!! I yanked out the double dildos and urethral beads from her frantic pussy and ass, pulling my hands away—but it felt wrong.
"Ah."
Sylvia's pussy juices squirted even harder.
"Kuhuuuub...♡!!!"
Pssshhhh!! Pshh! Pssshhh!!
As her sucking mouth weakened from the violent climax, I pulled my cock from her mouth to avoid more mistakes and backed off.
Pop...!
"Puhaaaah..."
Drool streaming down her wrecked face, tears in her eyes—Sylvia looked hot as ever. No, that's not the point.
"I'm fucked...! Got too hyped up. Her eyes are almost all whites!? ...Her heart! It's... pounding like crazy. ...What do I do?"
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The witch Sylvia, cursed with amnesia, had been indulging in long hours of delightful sex torture from her slave. The original goal was to break the curse. She'd regained her emotions through heartfelt sex, but her memories remained elusive, so they'd started this.
But sex torture is something any girl loves. Heart-pounding anticipation was inevitable. Excited, she'd surrendered all rights to her slave beforehand, vowing to become mere property.
Bowing naked and kissing his feet before the torment was standard procedure to let the slave relax and train his owner properly. But since he was from another world, she skipped the explanation to avoid wasting even a second, asking only for consent.
Then she was stripped, inverted, and bound in a lewd pose. She even got the luxury of cum service—sucking cock and gulping semen while tormented.
Over 20 hours without respite, her sensitive insides scraped raw in ecstasy... that's when Sylvia felt a strange new thread of consciousness emerge.
Her lost memories were returning. Unfortunately, it hit right as she climaxed.
The curse-broken memories lined up in her mind, merging. At the same moment, her slave came.
Sylvia gulped eagerly, knowing he'd cum a lot—swallow fast or it'd spill.
That's when the two memory streams fused perfectly.
"──────!?"
Total chaos hit her. Squirting pussy juices while swallowing cum in that agonizing-yet-thrilling, blissful moment.
Like a rebooting computer, her awareness blanked out and returned. Over a month's worth of sticky, affectionate memories flooded in, snapping her mind awake.
Her scrambled brain just needed a brief stable moment to sort it out. Just a little time.
Stabstabstabstab!!! Squishsquishsquishsquish!!! Twisttwisttwisttwist!!! Squelch...! Squelch...! Squelch...!
No gap was given. The awakening consciousness was separate from amnesiac Sylvia's. The switched-in Sylvia didn't notice her inverted vision, total limb restraint blocking all movement, mana unresponsive—and her brain frying in prickling climaxes.
"Muhooooob...!?!?"
Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...
Instantly, the thick rod in her mouth jammed to her throat's end, force-feeding sticky fluid.
The curse broken, a month's lewd breeding days and volcanic zone trip memories needed merging for full Sylvia to return.
No pause to sort the chaos—her body jolted electric, mind flashing white repeatedly.
Even stable curse-breaking would be tough, but endless blanking orgasms left her unable to think. Amnesiac Sylvia's consciousness retreated; pre-amnesia Sylvia's returned, merging.
Just a moment needed, but unprecedented sex torture continued.
Mouth plugged by cock, weak holes ravaged; tongue instinctively pressed the unbitable shaft, only making it feel better and spurt more cum.
Relentless mind-bleaching endless orgasm hell. Sylvia thrashed her limbs futilely—only her chair-devoured naked body heaved.
She tried mana. It wouldn't flow. Cum flooded. She gulped instinctively. Climax. Pussy squirted. Tormented mid-squirt. Not just pussy—nipples and clit too. Climax. Already climaxing, yet again. Urethra and ass invaded by brain-zapping things.
She'd cum buckets already, going insane. Brain blanked, squirting. Blocked holes prickled. Agonizing pleasure. Twisting convulsions. Cum again. Weak spots tormented. Cumming yet cumming. Tormented post-cum. Torment made her cum. No time to think amid overwhelming bliss—terrifyingly good. She burst into tears.
Just 0.01 seconds. Dazed like fresh awake. A brief pause would've sorted her mind, no chaos.
But no gap—like a broken radio spewing noise—endless orgasms scrambled her further. She couldn't endure without crying.
That's when Jin Yuseong finally noticed her tears and tried freeing her. Her body wouldn't release the cock. Led to ejaculation. Cycle restarted: Swallow cum, climax. Tormented mid-climax. Torment to climax. Continuous orgasm hell. Blissful inferno.
Moments felt eternal. Shuddering violently, Sylvia escaped the orgasm hell barely freed, sniffling as returned memories sorted chronologically.
But post-climax weakened body and emotional sobs wouldn't settle. Tearfully, she tried conveying she'd recovered her memories—slurred, hard to understand.
Memories fresh, brain jumbled—needed calm sorting, but she'd climaxed, she wanted to say. Embarrassing. Even disoriented, a girl reduced to crying over objectified torture by a boy.
Exhausted tongue and jaw—whimpering words Jin couldn't parse. He'd enjoyed 20+ hours of fun torture, brains pickled white from repeated throat creampies, forgetting it was curse-breaking.
So he mistook her sobs for frustration at blocked urethral release. First time seeing her cry, he panicked into error.
"Phew, looking at her state, time to end it. Pulling out now?"
"Huu... Aauuu... Hauuu..."
Sylvia's tongue wouldn't work. Jin cradled her immobile body, extracting dildos from pussy and ass in turn.
Shloooorp- Pop-!
"─────♡!?!?"
Pssshhhh-!!!
Hypersensitive Sylvia, limp as ragdoll, somehow stiffened and squirted wildly. Seeing her blissfully melted face, Jin took it as success.
Powerless in brain-shocking, spine-searing, breath-stealing vertigo orgasm—wanting to beg stop, but mouth useless...
Jin gripped the urethral beads' end, thinking they'd made her cry by blocking her squirt.
Sylvia wanted it to end.
"Just this naughty thing left. Here goes."
"Heuuu......!"
Resenting her disobedient body, she watched heart pounding—anxiety, despair, anticipation—as his hand approached her urethra.
Rrrrip- The beads yanked mercilessly.
"──────────♡"
Pssshwooooo-!!!
Sylvia's body jerked—rat-a-tat—feminine juices blasting cannon-like, then passed out. A heart-truly-stopping, killer climax.