#18 Humiliating Video Letter to the Captive Hero (Club - Shame Endurance Filming) (2)
After more than an hour of filming, Villain No. 13 finally decided to send the initial video to Captain Rahe.
The moment he said that, inside Club's mind, the hundredth vow of "I'll kill you" was being sworn. But whatever—it didn't matter anymore. The only thing that counted was that the shoot was over.
As Club slumped in relief, grumbling under her breath, No. 13 adjusted the camera position and immediately began prepping for the next round.
Club panicked. "It's not over yet?!"
"Ah, the status update for Captain Rahe is good enough with that one."
"...Then? Why are you acting like we're still filming?"
"I've got something else I wanna shoot separately."
No. 13 reset the existing cameras, added two more, then approached her. Club shrank back in her chair. He cupped her cheeks gently with both hands and whispered right in her face.
"Club, from now on, this is an order—so listen carefully."
"Everything that happens, everything I tell you to do, is perfectly normal and common sense."
"So don't doubt it. Don't think it's weird. Just follow my lead without a second thought, got it?"
As No. 13 whispered those words, repeating them softly, Club felt her consciousness drift away in an instant. The light faded from her eyes, leaving her like a soulless doll, attuned only to his voice.
"Good girl, Club. Let's film another video."
"Show your respected Captain Rahe exactly how you're doing here... every last detail. You got that?"
Club nodded and murmured, "Yes."
"Hello... Captain Rahe... It's Club. Club's been kidnapped by the villain organization Abyss and taken prisoner... but I'm doing well."
"Lately, my breasts seem a bit bigger. They used to be so small and embarrassing, but Dorothy... modified my body with some drugs... and because of that, they've grown a little. Sometimes they ache, and it feels... so good..."
With all three cameras rolling, Club mumbled through the new script. She sat in the same chair as before, but now completely naked—maid outfit and underwear discarded. Her modest, humble breasts, smooth belly and shallow navel, and the sticky-wet pussy visible between her spread legs were all on full display.
"I'm... doing great... Thanks to No. 13-nim, every day I discover new joys of being a woman."
"I masturbate every morning when I wake up and every night before bed, working hard to train my pussy. No. 13-nim says my technique at squeezing it is getting better day by day... and praises me for it."
"To become a great hero, I devote myself daily to sex and service. I can't wait... to become an even better cock-slave hero for No. 13-nim and reunite with you, Captain Rahe, and the seniors."
Club's eyes were vacant, but she felt no dissonance with her own words. Speaking proudly to the camera, No. 13—who held her from behind—whispered advice in her ear.
"Club, let's show her your well-used pussy too. Show how it got deflowered by me and trained daily into something sluttier and lewder. Captain Rahe will be thrilled."
"Thrilled...? She'll be... happy?"
"Yeah, yeah. She'll love it. Definitely."
"I see... Understood..."
Following his guidance, Club leaned forward, bringing her pussy right up to the camera—perfectly framed to fill the shot. She spread her labia wide with her own hands for the lens.
From the lewd slit of her healthy pink pussy, obscene nectar dripped freely— all captured in vivid detail. Club felt no shame or strangeness. No. 13 had implanted those suggestions, after all.
The filming continued under his directions, his arms still wrapped around her. After the basic status report and greetings, she described her favorite erogenous zones, positions, and the best sex she'd had so far.
Next came a demo of her usual masturbation routine—right there on camera. She stroked her erect nipples, rubbed her clit, fingered her pussy with wet squelching sounds...
"Alright, Club. If you're doing it like usual, you'll need this too, right?"
No. 13 slipped something into her hand mid-masturbation: her favorite dildo from her room, the one he'd gifted her. Per his orders, she'd used it religiously ever since.
"Ah... right... Captain Rahe... watch this. This is how I... masturbate these days..."
Club popped the dildo in her mouth, sucking noisily—slurping and slobbering lewdly. She didn't care about the obscene sounds; if anything, she sucked harder, making sure the camera caught every wet smack.
Once it was thoroughly coated in her saliva, she pulled it out and guided it to her pussy. Already loosened from an hour of vibe torment, her hole welcomed it eagerly. She thrust it in slow like sheathing a sword.
The slick toy parted her hot folds in one smooth motion. A shiver raced up Club's spine to her scalp.
"Nnghiii...!"
A hot, sweet sigh escaped her lips.
"Ah, ha... See that, Captain Rahe? The dildo's... all the way in..."
"But even all the way... huff...! It doesn't compare to No. 13-nim's at all... So disappointing... and frustrating..."
With a wistful whine, Club flicked the switch. The dildo buzzed to life inside her—bbbbbrrrrmmm—relentlessly vibrating against her inner walls. She writhed, moaning passionately.
No. 13 turned her head for a kiss, kneading her perky breasts and teasing her nipples with his large hands. Thanks to Dorothy's experiments, Club's chest had grown hypersensitive—and slightly fuller. Not dramatically so, but the feel was noticeably plushier now. Light fondling alone could push her over the edge.
Brrrrmmm... mmm... smack... haaang...
The dildo's vibrations. The kiss. The breast play. Stimulated top and bottom without mercy, Club reveled in the pleasure. Her face flushed red, pussy drooling endlessly—a testament to her bliss.
She didn't just leave it buried; she pumped it in and out, amplifying the sensations. Combined with No. 13's caresses, climax surged fast.
"Urghhh~~!!"
Club came hard. Right in front of the cameras, bucking her hips vulgarly, gasping like a whore.
Normally, she'd rest after—post-orgasm sensitivity leaving her body scorching and limp. But No. 13 allowed no break. He kept kissing her, pinching her nipples, even as she reached to pull the dildo out.
His hand intercepted hers, shoving it back deep.
"Ah, aaa...! No. 13-nim...! No... stop...! I just came... mmmph...!"
Club's protests meant nothing—orgasm or not, resistance or not, No. 13 had no reason to stop. He claimed her lips again, his thick tongue ravaging her mouth as she writhed.
The dildo plunged relentlessly, gripped by his hand over hers—forcing thrusts that churned her insides. Naked Club trembled nonstop, keening throatily, squirting lewd juices, even gushing fountains of girl-cum—all while cradled in his arms and toyed with.
The array of cameras captured every filthy twitch of the hero's debauched naked body without missing a beat...