079. Dangling from the Meat Hook for Limb-Severed Meat Doll Onahole Sex! Master's Masochism at Maximum! (1/2)
My limbs had gone completely numb—no sensation at all. This felt way better than I'd imagined.
“Hyaaat…♡”
Lifted up by my slave with only my torso left dangling, a feminine moan escaped me that I could never make on my own. It was a sound born purely from having my slave here. Heh. No wonder women crave men.
I contemplated my own body, savoring the total absence of my limbs, confirming my utterly helpless and pathetic state.
Powerless and wretched. Any woman worth her salt has masochistic urges—and I'm no exception. Being picked up by my slave like this had my masochism surging fiercer than ever.
Haaah…♡ I love it♡ Love it so muuuch♡♡
Our old promise from back then: whenever it felt good, I had to say I loved it, out loud or in my head, no exceptions. How does he always know exactly what I want? My slave really is the best!
Happiness welled up inside me. My body, always in peak condition, heated up in sync with my mind.
I wanted sex right now. How do I get the owner of this workshop to leave?
My smooth, supple skin was already burning hot. The perky areolas I'd bragged were so pretty had puffed up, along with my cute little nipples. My pride-and-joy clit, the one I'd called adorable, stood sharply erect.
Drip. My pussy, tightly shut for my slave's eyes only, parted on its own, leaking love juices.
Hnngh. What do I do? I want it now.
I couldn't even cover my armpits. I was dressed now, but once stripped, I'd never be able to hide my pussy or ass on my own.
Cradled in what looked like a pitiful embrace, I felt a satisfaction beyond words. If only it weren't fake...
Still, this is it! No matter how strong I was born, no matter my fate as a ruler towering over thousands, as a woman, nothing beats becoming one man's thing!
He didn't need to be great like me. Even a weakling with a cock was more than enough—hell, overflowing—to own a woman.
And as a noblewoman of refined grace, how dare I even judge a man's worth?
When seed-bearing sex time comes and I get knocked up, I'll teach my kids that real men are like my slave. If the summoned guy's small, I'll secretly train him step by step into a body that crushes me flat.
Thinking back to when I wished for a small, pitiable guy who sparked protective instincts like everyone else—it almost gave me guilt pangs now. Rubbing against his hefty build and solid muscles, I reflected once more.
Oh no! Not the time for fantasies. Sensory loss eats way more mana than paralysis... I can probably hold this for about two hours?
Limb severance would be easy to maintain full-time once we made a proper magic tool. But this was a hasty job, so the spell would wear off soon. Sex now.
I called out to the workshop owner, Bella.
“Bella, no more denying it. With the sensory loss contribution, let's call this limb severance idea a joint project, yeah? And I'll personally fund it—10,000 gold.”
“T-Ten thousand gold?! That'll definitely get it done!”
“But I have one request right now...”
“Anything!”
“Could you step out of the workshop for a bit? Two hours tops.”
“Ah...! Y-Yes, of course!”
She was a woman too—she got why without me spelling it out. Soon, the workshop held only me and my slave. I was still cradled in his arms.
Alone together, the thrill intensified. Without my limbs, every sensation felt sharper than usual.
Unlike me, with his thick forearms and massive hands gripping my defenseless torso tight—my masochism was beyond restraint.
I craned my head back to gaze at my precious slave. Our eyes met—his looking down.
My helpless form reflected starkly in his black pupils. That displeased gaze, like he saw me as worthless, sent dizzying vertigo through me.
“Hnnngh…♡!”
Psssh! Pssshk!
Stimulation-free climax. My pussy, unable even to rub thighs together, suddenly squirted like a water gun.
Just like that, I came in the most pathetic way. Utterly humiliating and degrading.
But in front of my slave, it was ecstasy. Gasping amid the unparalleled waves of pleasure, I checked his gaze from above.
He looked exasperated, but definitely aroused. He was my type—and beyond.
Sure, it sucked that he couldn't ravage his owner freely and often held back, but it wasn't bad. Paradoxical, but thinking he cherished me made my heart flutter.
Still, that was that, and this was this.
“Beeee…♡”
Awkwardly neck craned back, I opened wide and stuck out my tongue.
Wordlessly begging for a kiss from her slave, I got an instant response—no hesitation.
“Mmph♡ Churuup♡ Hoom♡ Jjook♡ Jjueup♡”
True to form, he toyed with my tongue like he was devouring his owner, pouring saliva down from above.
Gulp gulp. I savored my slave's spit, swallowing greedily, tangling my tongue for more.
As his noble owner, I had every right to this luxury.
Defenseless and unresisting, my body had my tits squished against his forearm, cock wedged between my ass cheeks.
Locked lip-to-lip, face gripped tight with tongue included, I couldn't lower my head.
Powerless, I took his kisses sloppily.
Pinch♡
“Nyuhup♡!? Jjueup…♡ Hmuum♡!! Jjop…♡”
Mid-swallow of his saliva, a jolt like an electric shock zapped my pussy.
His doing. Gently stroking and pressing my perky little clit.
I always think it—he's amazing! Deep-kissing and tormenting me without orders.
My body had zero defense against pleasure; I'd be cumming so hard soon I couldn't breathe. But that's the point!
“Hnyuup♡!! Muuum♡ Jjook♡ Jjooop♡ Hoooom♡!!”
Pssshoo— Pyut! Pssshuuut—!!
I squirted pussy juice shamefully from his clit-fiddling, savoring the spicy climax racing up my spine.
“Umm…♡ Jjook…♡ Kuup…♡ Jjop……♡”
Obviously, squirting made my sucking sloppy.
My slave had his ritual move for that—and this time was no different.
“Khuuum…♡!?!? Jjuroop♡ Chueup…♡ Chok♡ Hugup♡ Jjeup♡”
Not letting my climax slide, he scolded my clit, rubbing my puffy labia to stack orgasms relentlessly.
Freshly squirted urethra got abused till it stung. Soon, squirting sounds echoed as pussy juice fountained out.
Lost in the ecstatic lewdness only my slave could provide.
Heehee. I swear I was squirting every time he fed me spit.
Way more juice than saliva, but his is precious, mine's just byproduct—fair trade, right?
“Hak♡ Haak…♡ Haaahk…♡ Haak…♡”
Deep kiss over, I panted and trembled, drooling helplessly.
No limbs to scoop the precious slave spit dribbling from my gaping mouth—such a waste.
But limp-tongued and spent, he brought his pussy-juice-soaked fingers from clit-play to my lips for cleaning.
“Hak… Jjop♡ Jjuroop♡ Jjuroop…♡ Chun♡”
Cleaning fingers dirtied by my own juices? Better than a few spit drops!
Noble duty: I slurped his fingers clean, washing away regret with bliss.
My slave's incredible. How does he never leave a dull moment?
Cleaning done, I kept sucking greedily—till his breath tickled my earlobe.
“Hiyaaak…♡”
My ditzy moan popped the fingers free. Shame...
But next was even lewder—no regrets. Kiss, masturbation, cleanup—now sex!
He naturally unhooked my skirt, peeling it off—then frowned.
Huh? What's with the face?
Oh! I'd turned my subspace pouch into a full-body limb-severance squishy vest temporarily.
Super slutty, love it—but one-piece meant panties snagged since it was over clothes.
Unbutton and pull—shirt off. Sleeves popped out from subspace, leaving me half-naked.
He unhooked the tit covers too, but panties needed ripping to remove.
C-Can't... put it in?
Panicking, but he casually shoved panties aside, exposing my pussy.
Oh, right! My clit twitched eagerly, expectant for sex.
Helpless, pathetic, nearly nude...! Lewd vest on, panties aside—humiliating...!
Lips curled up involuntarily. But not enough yet.
Suppressing the urge to be fucked raw, I told my slave:
“Hey, see that pulley over there?”
“That? The one we saw coming in?”
“Yeah. Hang me on the hook at the end of that rope?”
He gave that inevitable look. Chills from his belittling gaze—like I was trash. I barely held back a no-touch climax.
“Heeung…♡”
Shiver... So close.
While I teared up holding it back, he'd already carried me to the ceiling hook rope.
“There's a ring on my back. H-Hook it there.”
Sex imminent, my voice shook with excitement.
Clink.
Hook caught the back ring—I dangled mid-air.
“Unght…♡”
The skin-tight vest stretched taut, digging into my flesh, flesh bulging lewdly.
Limb-less woman, dangling like pre-slaughter meat—unbearable. I squirted wildly.
“Hyaaaaang…♡”
Pyut— Psshk- Pssshuuuk—!
Haa... haa... Was gonna hold till insertion... haak... came anyway...! Oh. Snap out of it—act reluctant now. Can't fool his instincts, but gotta play the part!
Finally—rape time! I twisted mid-air, tits shaking like I was dodging his approach.