089. Tickled and Pressed to Shatters Amid Full-Body Orgasm Torment! Mind Breaking! But Master's Sturdy, So It's Fine~
Continuous orgasm hell pushed her body to its limits with torment, and now a new sensation was added to the mix.
"Nhggh! Mmmgh♡!! Gulpgh♡!!"
Feathers danced teasingly over her glossy, nerve-packed skin. The soft tips gently tickled her underarms, and her perfectly restrained body—unable to escape—could only make her ample breasts jiggle wildly in protest of the itch.
Feathers fluttered along her sides and lower belly too.
"Hghghgh♡!! Krgh♡!! Puhgh♡!!"
Sylvia instinctively sucked in a deep breath, pulling in her stomach to evade it. Her breathing grew ragged. Her lower ribs protruded sharply beneath her breasts, but the feathers pursued her thin skin, tormenting her gasping form.
Even amid this, the assault on her erogenous zones never stopped. They brushed her painfully erect nipples along with their puffy areolas, sucked at her navel, and pressed her throat while injecting warm mucus in sticky spurts.
Her mind was a haze, and even knowing it was fake semen, her body reacted with orgasmic spasms anyway—a betrayal that filled Sylvia with resentment. She burst into laughter from the tickling while squirting messily.
At the same time, vast amounts of mana leaked out in streams. She'd climaxed and squirted this much; even for Sylvia, her reserves should have hit rock bottom. But whenever her internal mana dipped below 30%, the capsule replenished it bit by bit from its stores.
Artificial as it was, the mana circulation stimulated her natural recovery rate. It felt like her mana was being duplicated. In truth, the rapid replenishment was no different from copying.
They'd yank out her mana during climaxes, then pump it right back in—this was treatment utterly devoid of dignity. Thanks to the gradual recovery, Sylvia ended up drained of more than twice her body's capacity.
But with no respite from the orgasms, she had no mind left to tally how much had been siphoned. Her pleasure-pickled body was now wracked by the new tickle torture, twisting her internal muscles to their limits.
Forced into endless climaxes, Sylvia's body stiffened and relaxed repeatedly across every erogenous zone. Another orgasm hit from somewhere deep within. She felt her whole body creak and tense as laughter-mingled moans erupted.
"Hmmgh♡!! Krghgh♡!! Brphgh♡!! Mkghgh♡!!"
Spurt—!! Spuuurt—!!!
With the urethral, vaginal, and anal probes thrusting alternately, she squirted busily in response, but her mouth—stuffed with the thick dildo down her throat—produced stifled laughter instead of moans this time.
Orgasms crashed on unabated, but the tickling disrupted her body and mind. Her tear-streaked face from just moments ago was now locked in a forced grin she couldn't release.
Sylvia felt like she was going insane. With her eyes blindfolded by black cloth and her mouth gagged by the thick dildo, it was hard to observe her laughing expression, so Jin Yuseong, orchestrating the whole ordeal, had the blindfold removed.
"Gulpphgh♡!! Mmhngh♡!! Hnghnghgh♡!!"
Tears welled massively in her crescent-moon curved eyes, streaming down. Overwhelmed by excessive orgasms into sobs, yet laughing from the tickling—her face was a total wreck.
Jin Yuseong gazed at her blissful expression and altered the thrusting pattern in her lower holes.
"Hnghghgh♡!! Krngngnghm—♡!!"
The chewy urethral probe forced its way deeper into her pisshole, swirling wildly while more frequently slamming the entrance to tease her clit root. Squish squish.
Her obscenely aroused body squirted tidal waves each time the weak-spot buttons were ticked, begging her pussy to join in with pussy juices. Her already climaxing pussy clenched futilely around the rigid dildo that refused to narrow her canal, busily producing and expelling fluids.
"Kngghgh—♡♡!! Kghmmgh—♡♡!!"
As pussy juices erupted powerfully from both holes, the large beads packed deep in her anus were yanked out one after another, making her tightly gripped waist buck wildly.
Even then, the feathers' tickling continued mercilessly. Pop pop pop poof!!!
"Mkghghgh—♡♡♡!!!"
A frenzied orgasmic reaction. And with Jin Yuseong pressing a button, the tickling intensified. The caps on her clit, nipples, and navel ramped up their licking and stroking, dragging Sylvia into the abyss.
"Hnghgh—♡♡♡!! Kghgh—♡♡♡!!!"
Sploooosh—!!! Spuuush—!!! Spuuuurt—!!!
Clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk clunk!!!
Sylvia could no longer blissfully savor the pleasurable sensations amid the climaxes. They didn't end, and the relentless tickling made it pure agony. She was squirting away, so it wasn't entirely bad, but still.
Anyway. The brutal routine continued: stimulating all her erogenous zones at once while tickling her.
"Hngkhgh!?"
As she forced out laughter amid the squirting, something rough touched the soles of her hands and feet. She couldn't help shuddering at the thought of yet another addition. Her heart pounded, her body heaving instinctively to flee.
For a moment, shame washed over her. 'A noblewoman scared of her slave's torment!'
Sylvia steeled herself, servicing the dildo ejaculating into her throat, licking it sloppily with her tongue. She vowed to endure her slave's torture with the dignity of a proper mistress.
Her expression was a far cry from dignified—a heaving, laughing, crying orgasm face—but still. Soon, the rough objects clinging tightly between her defenseless fingers and toes, and to her palms and soles, began grinding and pressing relentlessly.
Irresistible pressure rippled across her limbs. The added acupressure sensation snapped Sylvia's mind awake. Amid squirting and laughing hysterically from tickling, vitality surged forcibly into her exhausted body.
"Kghghgh♡♡♡!!"
Her near-fainting form was now even more violently exposed to tickling and orgasms. Her soft hands and feet were kneaded and pressed firmly, tensing her entire body.
Tickling on top made it torturous enough to kill, but exploding climaxes stiffened her rigid. The brushes on her nipples and clit spun in unison to amplify the ecstasy in her squirting body. And then more tickling. Her writhing, laughing flesh was reset by firm acupressure presses.
"Hgulp—......"
Thud....
Just before hitting the two-hour mark, Sylvia's rigidly bound waist suddenly snapped taut to its limit, then collapsed.
Jin Yuseong watched closely for a moment. The brushing, thrusting, and tickling continued unabated, but Sylvia merely trembled faintly—no more moans or violent bucks.
Only then did he hurriedly halt all controls. Opening the capsule revealed Sylvia's drenched body slumped limply. Her limbs dangled vulnerably through the restraints, splaying her in a 大 shape. He checked her pulse and breath under her nose. Shallow, but alive.
'Phew! Of course, she's a witch.'
Jin Yuseong had seen Sylvia pass out like a drained battery several times before, so it wasn't shocking. He wasn't entirely unsurprised, of course—he'd worried. But he'd heard that Techno Break fatalities were only among commoners, never witches, so he trusted she'd pull through.
He extracted her limbs, pulled a cover from his belongings to wrap her, and scanned the surroundings.
"Damn... if you'd come earlier than me, you'd have been at it since morning."
The men who'd arrived first and tormented their mistresses sat unflinching at their controls. Their gazes fixed on the faintly quivering capsules, diligently wrecking their owners. Whether the wrecked mistresses or the wreckers, they operated on a whole other level—Jin Yuseong shuddered in awe.
In reality, it was different. He'd slammed every device in at once and run without breaks, burning Sylvia out early. But unable to peek inside others' capsules, he couldn't guess the truth and admired the men with reverent eyes.
Their stoic vigil, silently milking their mistresses over long hours, earned his acknowledgment as true masters....
-Cow Headband Seals Intelligence
-Lactation Drug in Drawer: 1 Pill, Self-Administered. Very Simple
The place I carried Sylvia's half-lifeless body to was the milking factory. After tonight, we'd bid farewell to Witch City. Time was short. I had to move fast.
To give Sylvia as many memories as possible.
I quickly finished registering and headed to the communal barn with her in tow.
"Whoa."
The barn had partitions set up, with men tending one-on-one: attaching milking machines to their mistresses' breasts. Like public restroom stalls, open top and bottom. More empty space than not, so heads and feet inside were visible. Naked witches' backsides filled each booth.
Their milk filling IV-like bottles looked just like real cow's milk. I found an empty stall and entered.
I trusted it—Cliana's mother-in-law's invention—and placed the headband on soundly sleeping Sylvia.
'Cute. But... does this even work right?'
Just wearing it turns you dumb? Kinda risky, no? But Witch City being Witch City, maybe that's normal.
Checking the notice again, tiny print below said the wearer activates the magic tool themselves.
'Too short. Means when she wakes, Sylvia decides whether to seal her memories or not, right?'
Tortured to oblivion in the capsule, sure—but if she missed out on being a milk cow before the field trip ended, she'd regret it. I trusted my choice.
For my hardworking Sylvia, I pulled a drink from my pouch and fed her mouth-to-mouth hydration.
"Slurp... slurrp..."
Her tongue tangled unconsciously, so I peeled it off with mine and let her sip the energizing drink obediently.
Then, I removed the covering cloth from buzzing Sylvia, stripping her bare again. A heavy drawer nearby—opened to reveal piles of pills. I grabbed one, pried open her lips, and placed it on her tongue like a finger.
She sucked my finger sloppily, then swallowed the pill.
'Easy peasy. Now to tie her up.'
Playing with my unconscious mistress like this? All born of loyalty and love, of course.