Cecil Begins the Treatment
Cecil started the treatment. I stretched out my trembling hands in front of me, trying to grip the bathroom floor and crawl away. But it was pointless flailing. My slipping arms just swung through empty air. At the same time, my breasts squished against the cold tile, and my hips shot up even higher—as if deliberately teasing Cecil.
A wet schlurp echoed through the room. I could feel my hole slowly stretching wider. The tip of that massive rod was pushing into me, inch by agonizing inch. Panic surged through me. I desperately opened my mouth, forcing out words… but it was so hard.
"C-Cecil… h-help…."
"J-Just a little more and it'll go in. Please bear with it a bit longer, Asha-nim…."
"No, th-that's not— hngh!"
My breath caught. Cecil's enormous tip forced my entrance wide open. Having passed the biggest hurdle, the rod began splitting me apart from the inside. It felt like my body was being cleaved in half.
"Guh… ngh… hic…."
"A-Asha-nim, you look like it hurts so much… h-hurry…."
It's… your fault….
My throat clenched tight. My gaping mouth leaked only broken moans—no coherent words could form. I thrashed my head, but with my face buried in my arms, it didn't seem to convey anything to Cecil. Our bodies drew closer, inch by inch. That long rod kept shoving its way in relentlessly. My knees lifted slightly off the ground. My body floated just a bit, and I flailed my arms again. They just slid uselessly on the wet floor.
As everything proved futile, terror mixed with the pain. Cecil's rod, which had seemed to reach its limit, insisted there was more room, thrusting its bloated girth deeper. Only after plunging far beyond the faint memory of before did our bodies finally press together. My insides felt crushed. With my hips raised, my belly bulged out obscenely—plop—fully exposed. My thighs and hers were a slick mess of mingled fluids.
I slammed my arms and forehead to the floor, gasping for air. From above came Cecil's ragged breathing. The hot water pouring down offered a sliver of relief, loosening my tense body just a little.
"A-Asha-nim… n-now I'll… start moving."
"H-Hold—!?"
Did my tiny scream drown in the roaring water? It vanished into the spray as Cecil began slowly withdrawing her rod. The huge hooked tip scraped my insides on the way out, tugging at every fold. My compressed organs sighed in relief—but with faint pain too. And… a hint of pleasure.
My heated body craved that subtle ecstasy, clenching to hold the retreating rod. Not by my will, but my aroused flesh acting on instinct. The scraping withdrawal turned into a sudden deep thrust.
"Kh… hic…."
Cecil began pistoning. Slap! The rod hammered my depths, then pulled back with a gritty schlick, promising another strike. Then it returned, uninvited, trampling my insides like muddy boots.
"Hagk…."
A weird noise escaped my lips. Pooled saliva splattered out, dripping onto the soaked floor amid the fluids. Water roared from every direction. Each slap, slap made my body float briefly, face-planting into the tile. I gave up struggling, cradling my face in my arms and pressing flat to the floor. Only my hips, gripped by Cecil, thrust skyward defiantly.
Cecil shoved her rod in deep, stifling a groan. "Hic… ngh… This is treatment… Cecil shouldn't feel good… It's just treatment…."
Even as she said it, she slammed her hips down—thud, thud. Was my body adapting, or just more aroused? The pain started fading. Pleasure filled the void, which was the real problem.
Deep thrusts brought fulfillment and bliss as my insides were filled. Withdrawals left emptiness and tingling delight as they scraped out. …Or so I guessed. Words failed to describe the violent pleasure slamming into my mind against my will. This was the first time I'd taken Cecil's thing while sane.
Just as ecstasy blurred my consciousness, the rod jolted my gut, snapping me awake. "Haa…."
…One thought hit me amid the rearward pounding: Why is it always from behind when I'm in my right mind…? Like a dog mating.
Learning pleasures I never wanted was bad enough; feeling subhuman made it worse. …But that thought didn't last. My fully ignited body drowned it in ecstasy.
Pain-muffled groans turned sweet in an instant. "Ha-ah…."
In response, Cecil's rod throbbed. Like candy on a skewer, my body lifted with each pulse. Fear seemed ridiculous now. No, there was no room for it. Cecil thrusts, I moan—like an onahole. Even that thought slipped away as indulgence.
How many climaxes later? Amid mindless pounding and squirting, Cecil's rod pulled out completely. My lifted knees hit the floor. My hips stayed raised.
"A-Ariel-nim said if she cums inside, the t-treatment effect drops…."
…Master's fault, huh. What had she taught while I was out? Then I recalled her shaking her hips over me. Oh, right—doggy with her too.
A splat, and hot fluid hit my breasts. I felt the rod tremble against my crack. Cecil hugged my body tight, ejaculating.
…Not inside? Thank goodness.
At least the semen splashing my chest washed away in the water. Or was it bad? I didn't know….
As the gurgle stopped, Cecil panted roughly and buried her nose in my crack, sniffing. The suction sent tingles of pleasure through me.
"The scent… hasn't faded yet."
Her spent rod stiffened again—I felt it. Even if I didn't want to know, smearing upward after spilling on the floor made it obvious. It swept my belly and realigned with my crack in seconds.
…I had no way to resist. My tongue lolled limp; my pleasure-drunk body just twitched with her movements. Only my mind remained intact. Relatively speaking.
Cecil's rod slid in again. Unlike the gritty first entry, it glided smoothly to my depths. My aroused body turned even organ-crushing pressure into bliss.
"Ung…."
"Asha-nim…."
Calling my name once, Cecil rocked her hips. Pang, pang, slap—pleasure injected with each stroke. Her long thrusts carved traces into my body and mind. Water roared, crude moans echoed, flesh slapped flesh in the steamy bathroom.
Cecil pounded wildly but always pulled out to cum outside. The issue? Not cumming inside. Leftover dribbles leaked inside, trickling down my thighs. External spurts coated my chest and body, keeping that scent Cecil sniffed lingering.
Violent pleasure from the rod. Arousal from stray semen inside and out. Cecil sniffing it. …Then insertion again. A hellish cycle. Pleasure hell, if I had to name it. Excess ecstasy wrecked the body, as the saying went.
My body creaked. Drained of strength, it floated limply on her rod. Even crude moans faded to silence. Just before blacking out, Cecil's voice reached me.
"Th-this is weird… Why isn't Asha-nim… getting better?"
If this hellish loop ended and I woke sane… I'd have a proper talk with Cecil, I thought—and then consciousness slipped away.