088. Woke Up Trapped in a Strange Capsule: Master Reduced to a Rightsless Fixture! Tormenting Her Erogenous Zones Until They're Raw Is a Slave's Natural Duty!
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A soft, fluffy sensation. A drowsy laziness that naturally brought a silly grin to her face. From the morning, Sylvia—drugged into heat by an aphrodisiac absorbed through her oral mucosa during a forceful kiss from her slave—stumbled around in a drunken haze, barely 10% of her mind sober. Semi-awake state.
For the sole pleasure and luxury of noblewomen, her slave had relentlessly scrubbed every inch of her holes. The afterglow of her climaxes, amplified dozens of times by the unfamiliar aphrodisiac's effects, left her limp and powerless, her body slumped while only her heart pounded fiercely.
Her blurry, unfocused vision and muffled hearing, as if submerged underwater, were annoying, but she leaned into the transmitted body heat, clinging with what little strength she had, sniffing her slave's scent to savor his presence.
"...Then... instead... sign..."
"...Human rights... waiver... contract..."
At some point, her body was lifted and repositioned. But she didn't mind. The arms holding her belonged unmistakably to her slave. It felt like he was moving her hand to do something, but it didn't matter. He would never do anything harmful to his master.
Her hand was guided, scribbling something messily, then a wet sensation pressed firmly against her thumb. Being handled like a doll by her slave in her helpless state felt purely delightful.
"...Storage... owner... use..."
"...Thank you... separately... that's all..."
A twinge of jealousy at him chatting so long with someone else, but since she was the one held tightly, she could endure it. But this—she couldn't bear it. Suddenly, he set her down away from his embrace?
Laid on what felt like a moderately cushy bed, she realized he'd pulled away. Sylvia squinted her hazy eyes and puffed out her cheeks in a pout. She reached out a limp hand to touch him, but he grabbed her arm and shoved it into a narrow gap. He did the same with her other arm, then her legs.
"Wu!"
His scent and warmth vanishing made her sulky. The gap clamped shut with a squeeze, trapping her limbs so they couldn't escape. Squeeze, squeeze. Like a blood pressure cuff squeezing her arm and leg muscles, her body twitched involuntarily. No pleasure, just discomfort.
She wiggled her fingers and toes futilely. The displeasure sharpened her mind a bit, bringing her focus back. Right in front of her loomed her slave peering down from above. With an awkward expression, he lowered the glass lid he was gripping, and the outside sounds vanished, enveloping her in silence.
Only then did Sylvia realize she was trapped somewhere. She checked her body: limbs swallowed into tight gaps, sturdy leather straps around her thighs restricting her lower body's movement. Even her neck was collared by something leather-like, preventing her from lifting her head. Resigned, she could only turn it slightly or roll her eyes to survey.
Straps encircled her upper arms and waist too, rising from below. And somehow, she'd been stripped completely naked, not a thread on her. Though it was late morning, her foggy state cleared, consciousness returning. Strength flowed back into her body, but the flawless restraints allowed no more than futile squirms.
"...Uh... ngh, where... ha... is this...?"
Her tongue starting to work properly, focus nearly normal, she looked up at the glass cover. At the bottom edge, she barely glimpsed her slave's face. She couldn't even lift her head, let alone sit up, so that was all.
Grr, I wanna see my slave. As she strained to rise, a cloth suddenly draped over her face from beside her head, blocking her view. Kindly, it first brushed back her bangs, then covered her eyes. Her vision plunged into pure darkness. No more peeking down at her slave's face—she got a bit angry.
Was it the lingering drug? Sylvia didn't imagine her slave about to do naughty things with her body. No thought of magic either; like an idiot, she just flailed her body against the restraints. As she grunted in effort and opened her mouth—a blunt rod thrust inside.
Hard but with a slightly softer, rubbery surface than flesh—it was a cock. Sylvia realized it matched her slave's dick perfectly, shoved deep into her throat. She relaxed to let the glans lodge snugly, licking the shaft with her tongue and wrapping it with her cheeks.
Ack, this isn't right.
Blindfolded Sylvia unwittingly spent time sucking a dildo shaped like her slave's cock. Meanwhile, Jin Yuseong sat comfortably, listening to the internals via his magic tool, chuckling softly. Seeing his master instinctively slobber over a fake slave dick—it was too funny not to laugh.
Tormenting her throat with the deep-thrust replica, Sylvia licked obediently like a dutiful master, finally grasping her situation. While she was half-asleep, her slave had restrained her fully and treated her like a toy.
Churup♡ Chun♡ Chuwup♡
Sucking the dildo-cock, Sylvia's masochistic desires hit max! Realizing her slave had arranged this dark, immobile predicament, explosive heat surged from her lower belly, igniting her whole body.
"Haum♡"
The thick, long dildo gagging her prevented a smile, but inwardly she grinned. Her slutty body—untouched—had her areolas puffing up curvily, nipples sharpening to points. Confused at first upon waking, now that she understood, she went limp, ready to submit to her slave's torments anytime.
But she'd overlooked something. Where exactly this place she'd been carried to was.
She assumed it was just forced stripping, full-body restraint, and orgasm toy treatment—letting her guard down. Jin transmitted his voice through the magic tool on his left ear, planning to startle her.
"Sylvia, I've got something to tell you."
"Uum...?"
Silence in the capsule but for cock-sucking sounds. Sylvia reacted to her slave's sudden voice.
"While you were asleep, I signed the human rights waiver for you and transferred ownership to me. You're just my mana-harvesting fixture now."
"Huum???"
"I read the human rights forfeiture fine print carefully, and the contract's only with me, so don't worry."
"Huwup!?!?"
Even Sylvia was shocked. Yet she didn't stop slurping the fake slave cock, thrilled and excited by her slave's deed, but worried too, trembling. Anxiety swelled: what if the contract he made alone had issues?
"Hugup...!?"
A moist something probed her navel, licking. She jolted back—or tried, no space, defenselessly letting her navel be ravaged.
"Mugugu...!!"
Her rigidly bound waist twitched minutely, trying to evade the fierce sucking, but impossible.
"Muu...?"
Vaguely sensing the texture differed but the shape matched her slave's tongue, Sylvia accepted the violation without resistance. Much more awaited her.
A glass cap the size of her areola covered her erect nipple.
"Muhuwup...!?!?"
Soon her upper and lower body heaved. Abundant brushes inside spun, tickling her areola and scrubbing her nipple.
Not usually that sensitive, Sylvia's masochistic instincts were pushed to extremes; climax sensation rocketed to the peak.
"Kuuuwup...♡!!"
Pyurr—! Push— Pshuu—!!
Nipple torment alone triggered orgasm. Her weakened nipples were unilaterally polished swish-swish even mid-climax, sending pleasure to her brain. No time to savor the afterglow—relentless signals forced continuous orgasms.
"Muuwup...♡♡!!!"
Instinctively sucking the dildo dutifully, a squelch and warm, viscous fluid injected deep into her throat.
"Muhoh♡♡♡!!!"
Her slutty body assumed it was cum, climaxing habitually. Premature signal.
"Muhuwup...!?!?"
Stomach detecting it wasn't cum, pleasure vanished. But the triggered signal wasn't meaningless.
"Kuhuwup♡♡!!"
Nipples sharpening painfully, sparking even greater pleasure. Thanks to her slutty body, Sylvia was already sweating buckets from nipples alone.
Mind going white in orgasm. Sylvia thought it odd how quickly she tired.
"Kuuu...!?"
Mana was leaking. As pussy juice squirted spurt-spurt, mana drained too. Just the human rights forfeiture and fixture treatment made her maso bitch body more sensitive than usual; orgasms themselves were fiercer. Plus inexplicable mana extraction. Her body shivered.
A chilling thrill stimulated her masochistic nature again. The eerie setup since waking dizzied her mind. Lingering rationality judged it all her slave's doing, relaxing into miserable enjoyment. Noblewomen were happiest tormented harshly by slaves, after all.
"Muhoh♡ Kuwup♡ Kuuwu...!?"
Squeelch— Squeee— Unable to twitch a finger, navel sucked, nipples brushed, pussy squirting—then cold sensation between her spread legs. Taking advantage of her dazed squirting: slender rod into urethra, thick long one into pussy, round beads at anus entrance!
"Humuguu...♡!!"
Chup-chup-chup♡ Sylvia could guess the three rods' identities. She'd experienced them recently—how could she not know? Trembling in terror and anticipation, she licked the dildo.
No resistance possible; the urethral rod swelled bluntly forward, pressing up her clit root.
"Mukuuu♡♡♡!!"
Pussy clenching tight, slave-cock replica dildo thrust between, burrowing.
"Huguuum♡♡♡!!! Kuhuwup♡♡♡!!!"
Her ultimate weakness, clit root crushed—pussy entrance contracted fiercely. Pitifully, the dildo forced into that tight squeeze expanded her to the womb, granting supreme agony and bliss.
Pshh pshh tidal squirts from pussy and anus. Convinced her slave controlled it all, Sylvia's brain threw a mad orgasm festival amid the ravaging.
Sylvia sensed danger. Hearing the rights loss and fixture declaration made her body too pathetically sensitive. Plus, squirting pussy juice drained mana forcefully too. Unexplained, she doubted if this was okay.
Desperate to dislodge the throat dildo and ask why mana was being sucked.
Chun♡
"Kunumumu♡!!"
Womb mouth kissed the dildo glans, ignoring her worries. Cursing her dumb pussy inwardly, she twisted to separate them—but womb clung suckerpuppy-like.
Stamina draining fast; splurt and fake cock slime gushed glug-glug filling her womb. Creampie orgasm triggered.
"Huguuuu♡♡♡!!! Munewuu♡♡♡!!!"
Habitually climaxing to internal ejaculation. But recognizing fake slime—not slave cum—pleasure scattered.
Squee...eel! Splurt...
This isn't a real orgasm! Too cruel—tears welled. Then massive beads plop-plop into anus.
"Kuhuwuu♡♡!?!?"
Tears turned to cold sweat. Accepting anal beads, then rattle pulling out—she couldn't buck her bound waist, abdominal muscles straining painfully for orgasm.
"Muhohhh♡♡♡!!!"
Pshuk—! Pisshuuk—!! Pshuuush—!!!
Anal orgasm didn't end; synced to pussy clenching dildo, squirting fiercely. Huge anal beads popping out was torturously pleasurable, but Sylvia had more to endure. Pussy still impaled on dildo.
Clack-clack expanding narrow entrance, orgasming pussy stuffed full—replica slave cock scraaape raked walls. Anal orgasm into pussy orgasm. Pussy into anal again. Dark vision flashed, body electric-jolted trembling.
Already mad-orgasming, the obedient urethral poker now moved, obediently lifting clit root.
"Eukuu♡♡!?!? Kuuwuu♡♡♡!?!?"
Blunt swelling probing urethra, pressing/releasing clit root—tsunami orgasms overwhelmed her nonstop body, threatening to shatter it. Urethral rod crumple-crumple, dildo scraaape-scraaape, anal beads clunk-clunk. Ferocious orgasming body assaulted: nipple brushes sweeping areolas/nipples, weird tongue deep-licking navel.
Unable to flee bodily, mind sought escape in blackout. Then—hoodie-like cloth barely over crown, her perky clit capped in glass. Inner cilia spun rapidly, peeling foreskin. Mid dozens-layered orgasms, Sylvia wailed inwardly. Brushes grinding her clit to dust—mind muddled. Over-orgasmed, spine stung. She couldn't distinguish orgasm sources anymore.
Gushing fake slime like stamina potion kept her from passing out. Merciless erogenous torment continued; orgasms still intense, but body limp-shuddering, no more twisting. Muscles spasming intermittently—stamina nearly gone.
"Kuu...♡ Mmuu...♡"
Exhausted Sylvia naively thought her slave might release her soon. Far too naive. Expectations crushed. Jin pressed another button, sprouting feathers around nerve clusters: armpits-thighs, inner thighs, lower belly, neck.