Sow Miriam (1)
I summoned the legion commanders to a meeting. It was scheduled for one week later. Before that, what I had to do was none other than completing the training of sow Miriam. A mere week—it would certainly be a difficult mission, but I had no choice but to trust Anima. Even though she was a woman herself, she handled everything without the slightest hesitation or reluctance. I wondered if I was relying on her too much, yet when I thought about it, was there anyone else I could trust besides her?
Among the other legion commanders, the only ones I had met privately were Anima and the Third Legion Commander, aside from First Legion Commander Nobel Heine. In truth, I had not even grasped what the rest were like, so ultimately the only person I could rely on was Anima, who treated me with clear goodwill. At any rate, Miriam had to become my sacrifice. Perfecting her training in only a week would not be easy, but wasn’t that exactly why I had chosen to shatter her mind in the first place?
Somehow, after training her thoroughly and forcing her to kneel at my side, Miriam would make her first appearance inside Tenebris. The sight would become the catalyst that changed how everyone who witnessed it thought of me.
“Cezar, the preparations for training are complete. Shall we begin right away?”
“Yes. Start immediately.”
“Understood. I will leave the video running and step out.”
Anima, having reported that everything was ready, activated a video feed in the office and left. It did not take long before the footage showed Miriam—eyes and mouth sealed, wearing nothing but black panties to cover her skin and ropes bound so tightly they bit into her flesh—being led in with a shuffling gait by Anima’s hand.
“Cezar, I apologize for the wait. I have prepared Hero Miriam. I will commence the training at once.”
“Good. What was today’s objective again?”
“The purpose of today’s training is infinite climax.”
“Infinite climax?”
“Yes. Since her first mistake on the opening day, Miriam has not been permitted to reach climax even once. She has been kept in a constant state right on the edge, never allowed to tip over.”
“So this time we do the reverse?”
“That is correct.”
I wondered what expression lay behind the blindfold covering Miriam’s eyes as she listened to this conversation. Expectation? Or fear? If she understood what the future held, she ought to be terrified—but perhaps she was already so broken that she could not even register the words.
“Excellent. Begin at once.”
“Yes. Please enjoy the viewing at your leisure.”
Anima wore the same skintight outfit that revealed every line of her body as she had during previous sessions, and she slid on a pair of black latex gloves. She untied the ropes binding Miriam, seated her on the apparatus, and locked her limbs in place.
“The first stage will be pleasure delivered through vibration.”
When Anima’s long, slender finger pressed a button, an array of vibration devices appeared and latched onto Miriam’s helpless pussy, humming as they prepared to activate.
“The fluid around her genitals is an aphrodisiac. Since the start of Hero Miriam’s training, we have replenished it inside her underwear at five-hour intervals right up until this moment. The panties that hung from her waist were never meant for their original purpose; they existed solely to trap the drug against her and stimulate her constantly.”
When Anima held up the panties Miriam had been wearing, several protruding nodules were clearly visible inside.
“These nodules are devices known as torture tentacles. Once attached to a woman’s genitals they sensitize the clitoris area to an extreme degree while simultaneously preventing climax. Thanks to them, she has reached an unprecedented level of sensitivity. At this stage, there is no need to overdo it. Simply stroking lightly like this is enough to—”
“Hnggggghhhhh!!!!!!”
Pssshhh—
“—make her cum this pathetically. We will repeat the process all day. Although her powers are sealed, she is still a hero; her pain tolerance is exceptionally high. And because vital checks periodically restore her stamina, she cannot lose consciousness. She must endure every second of this pleasure.”
“As expected of you, Anima.”
“Your praise is far too generous. Thank you.”
Orgasms: ~50 across 20 minutes of activation
Rate: 2.5 per minute (accelerating)
Note: Multiple overlapping peaks recorded
Every time Anima’s latex-covered fingers toyed with Miriam’s pussy, the bound woman’s hips shuddered violently and fresh gushes of pussy juice sprayed out. I wondered whether she would suffer dehydration from losing so much fluid, but Anima had clearly taken that into account. I no longer felt anything resembling the trivial emotion of “love” toward Miriam, yet the obscene sight still ignited a ferocious sexual hunger inside me. The newly awakened, bottomless thirst for dominance that now filled my chest made my cock strain painfully against the confines of my pants.
“Finger warm-up complete. We will now proceed directly with the vibration devices. The session will continue until the moment before dehydration sets in, at which point we will replenish fluids and move to the next phase.”
The instant Anima pressed the button, the devices clamped to Miriam’s lower belly and pussy roared to life with a deafening buzz. Her reaction, even muffled by the gag, was so wretched that a surge of dark satisfaction flooded through me.
“Krrghhhk!!!! Hngngnghk!!!!! Bff!! Bbbff!!! Brrrrrrghk!!!!”
Ziiiiiiing— Jing-jing-jing— Ji-ji-ji-jing— Ziiiiiiiiiiiiing!
Yet somehow the moans sounded almost comical. With the gag stretching her jaw, the sounds could not escape cleanly; they came out as wet, scraping noises caught in her throat. If I had taken Miriam in my arms back then, would I have heard her delicate, lovely voice? It was a small regret. Unlike Sena, with whom I had aligned both heart and body early on, I had only sealed my long connection with Miriam and whispered love to her right before I fell into the abyss of death. I had never once held her. Of course, had I done so back then, I would never have witnessed this kind of broken, desperate reaction.
“Ah, my apologies. One of the attached devices was defective.”
Anima showed not the slightest trace of pity for Miriam’s writhing form. She detached the single device emitting only weak vibrations, replaced it with a new one, and switched it on again.
“Nipple development is scheduled for tomorrow.”
“I was beginning to wonder if you would skip that part.”
“Once she learns the taste of easy climaxes, the step toward more difficult ones naturally feels lighter.”
“You really have planned every detail, haven’t you?”
“Your words are too kind.”
Miriam thrashed wildly. She twisted her hips again and again as though trying to flee the vibrations, yet her pussy—clenched tight as if it had never known a man—kept squirting helplessly with wet, obscene sounds. No matter how desperately her bound body struggled, the devices remained firmly latched in place, and I watched her strength drain away slowly, inexorably.
Anima continued her report without pause, yet her expression showed clear irritation that the pace had not exceeded her expectations. She slid her fingers across the outer folds of Miriam’s pussy, scratching and kneading with deliberate cruelty.
“Khrrnghhhh!!! Ungh! Unghhhh!!!!”
“Truly a sight completely devoid of dignity. She is experiencing every humiliation a woman can possibly endure.”
Whispering the words directly into Miriam’s ear, Anima triggered another violent buck of the hips. The bound woman proved her pleasure instantly, shamelessly.
“Cum for me. Keep cumming. After all, the only thing a sow like you can do now is satisfy the Cezar by orgasming. Go on—cum. Spit out every last drop of that filthy pussy juice. The Cezar desires it. Doesn’t it feel good, Miriam? Show your gratitude to the Cezar.”
“Ungh! Khrrrrrk♥”
As the pleasure mounted it should have crossed into pain, yet somehow Miriam’s muffled moans began to carry a faintly sweeter note—perhaps because of the way Anima’s fingers worked her.
Status: Approaching critical dehydration
Fluid intake (past 48 hours): None except own urine (unreachable due to restraints)
Endurance: Exceeds projected threshold
“Session complete. The vital check indicates she is on the verge of dehydration. For two full days the only liquid available to her was her own urine… yet because she was bound, her tongue could not reach it. She has held out longer than anticipated.”
“I admit I’m somewhat curious to watch her drink it directly. It would be incredibly… filthy.”
“If that is your wish, I can arrange it.”
“No, never mind. Replenish her fluids quickly and move on to the next stage.”
“I shall obey your command.”
Anima stopped the devices and removed the gag covering Miriam’s mouth. Rather than simply pouring water in, she filled her own mouth with cold liquid, leaned close, and let it trickle slowly between the bound woman’s lips.
“Mmm—.”
“Ungh… ah, aah.”
Gulp—
Even that single mouthful mixed with Anima’s saliva was received like rain in a drought. The sight was utterly obscene. When the droplets finally stopped, Miriam desperately flicked her tongue, craning her neck in every direction as if begging for more.
“Miriam, if you need something you must ask with words. Have you not even learned that much?”
“I don’t… need it.”
“She is still not fully broken. Cezar, may I proceed directly to the next stage?”
“You have my permission.”
“I shall carry out your will.”
Anima sealed the water bottle and returned carrying an assortment of smaller devices. Their metallic surfaces caught the light with an especially sinister gleam, enough to make even me—who was merely watching—flinch.
“Beginning stage-two training. Please steel yourself.”