The Third Day of Breaking
Today marked the third day of her week of subjugation. Bound and completely naked, Carmel glared at me with eyes that wished me dead. It was growing tiresome, being interrupted every single time I thought she was finally on the verge of breaking completely. But then again, perhaps I should look on the bright side. Taming Carmel while she harbored such hateful eyes wasn't a bad way to pass the time.
Over the past two days, I had faithfully followed the strategy for breaking Carmel that I'd developed through trial and error. First, the preparation. To crush her rebellious spirit, drowning her in intense shame was the most effective method. This time, I hadn't stopped there; I had added spanking to the mix. The results were highly satisfying. I discovered that pain and humiliation possessed a remarkable synergy.
Next was melting her down with pleasure. By massaging her womb, I swelled her desire for ecstasy to its absolute limit before forcing her to climax on her own—all while leaving a lingering sense of emptiness deep inside her belly. Originally, I had planned to end the second day's torment there. But things had gone off-script. Carmel had simply been too adorable. In the end, unable to help myself, I had pushed her all the way to a uterine orgasm. Well, I was satisfied, so no harm done.
This was the most effective method of conquest I had devised. I intended to employ the same approach today, though the specific tools would be slightly different.
Today, Carmel hung suspended by several chains, her body bent forward. Viewed from the front, one could admire the marvelous shape of her breasts hanging heavy under the pull of gravity, but the best angle for this posture was undoubtedly from behind. Bending forward meant her hips were thrust back. With absolutely no way to shield herself from my gaze, Carmel's beautiful buttocks were laid bare before me, completely defenseless, even exposing the tight passage nestled between them.
"Fufu..." I gently rested my hand there. It was the ultimate texture—a perfect harmony of clingy elasticity and dough-like softness. Yet, even this was not the main attraction today. I slid my fingertips down between her thighs. The moment I brushed against the sensitive folds, Carmel reacted violently.
"Haaah...!" Carmel whipped her head around, gritting her teeth as she glared at me with a face flushed with shame and resentment. Relishing her expression, I continued to tease her anus with my fingertips.
"You certainly seemed to quite enjoy this entrance last time. Fufu, how about it, Mother? Shall we begin developing this place in earnest?"
"...Cut the utter nonsense..." Even with the curse active, she hadn't forgotten her predicament. Carmel ground her teeth, as if a mere verbal jab wasn't enough to vent her boiling rage.
"Well, I'm going to do it whether you like it or not. In fact, your hatred only makes it more enjoyable for me. Now, would you look at this?" Carmel frowned as she saw what I pulled from my bag.
"What is... that?"
"Is this your first time seeing one? This is an enema syringe. It's a device used to inject fluids into the bowels."
"An... enema...?" She might have never seen the syringe itself, but she seemed to know what an enema was. As the purpose of the device dawned on her, Carmel's face turned deathly pale.
"N-no... You're joking, right? Surely you aren't going to... to me...?"
"It's an absolutely essential procedure when playing with the anus. I do hope you get used to it, Mother. Once you are thoroughly trained, you might even find yourself climaxing from the enema alone."
I sat down on a chair for a moment and ordered Rika to prepare. Carmel continued to stare at me with eyes full of sheer horror.
"Don't make me laugh...! You're insane, Sera...! You've completely... lost your mind!" Carmel thrashed wildly, trying to break free. But her struggles only caused the heavy chains binding her to clink and rattle uselessly.
Soon, Rika brought over a wide tub and filled it with water. Once there was enough, I pulled a potion bottle filled with a pink liquid from my bag. Uncorking it, I poured the contents into the tub, turning the water a soft, pastel pink. I stirred the mixture with the enema syringe as I spoke.
"This is a potion I purchased from a merchant from a foreign land. It is said to protect your insides and help you feel pleasure much faster. Most fascinating of all, when it comes into contact with the impurities inside your bowels, it solidifies, altering both their shape and scent. Isn't it wondrous?"
"You... Are you... are you really going to do this...?"
"Shouldn't we view this as a valuable life experience? Fufu, though if it were me, I would do absolutely anything to avoid it."
Carmel's pupils trembled violently. Perhaps she had braced herself for a whipping. But she had never imagined she would be subjected to something as perverted as an enema. As I pulled the plunger, the metallic syringe greedily sucked up the pink solution.
"I-I get it... S-Sera... What do you want...? Tell me your terms... You're only threatening me with something this horrible because you still want something from me, aren't you?!"
"What I want? Hmm, nothing in particular. Right now, my only desire is to play with your backside and your insides, Mother."
"Ah... Ugh..." Carmel stared at me, completely shell-shocked. This seemed to be shattering her mental fortitude far faster than any of the previous humiliations I had inflicted.
I handed the filled syringe to Rika. Holding the device, Rika stepped behind Carmel.
"Lady Carmel... Please relax your body as much as possible." It was an act that utterly trampled upon the human dignity of her former master. Yet, Rika showed no hesitation toward this horrific task. If anything, her body shivered with a thrilling, dark excitement.
"Stop, Rika! Don't do it...! I said don't—Ugh...!" Carmel's mouth snapped shut the instant the nozzle was inserted. I nodded to Rika, who began to slowly depress the plunger.
"I-it's coming in... Ah...! Inside... It's so cold... Wait, wait, wait...! Ngh... My stomach is already...!" In contrast to Carmel's frantic panic, I rested my chin on my hand and spoke in a leisurely tone.
"Surely the Queen herself isn't incapable of holding her bladder? Fufu, please endure it until every last drop is inside."
"All of it? All... of it?" Carmel stared at the pink liquid remaining in the wooden tub, momentarily forgetting her abdominal pain. There was easily enough left to fill the syringe two or three more times. "All of... that...?"
Carmel's face drained of all color. Yet, her shocked expression was quickly warped by the agonizing cramps seizing her lower abdomen. "Haaah-ugh!" The first round was complete. Rika returned to my side with the empty syringe and drew another dose from the tub.
"She will need a plug starting from the second round." I handed Rika a metallic object—a primitive Anal Plug. Rika took it and headed back behind Carmel. Even in that brief window, Carmel was locked in a desperate battle against the fluid sloshing inside her bowels.
"I-I understand... Ngh... Sera... I'll listen to you... for the rest of the week... I'll lick your feet if you want... Ugh... I'll even lick your... your anus... Just let me... let me go to the restroom...!"
The Curse of Mystillia is pathetic. To think a hatred so deep would buckle under a simple stomachache. Well, there was a vast difference between a simple stomachache and exposing a side of oneself that should never be seen by others. In truth, I had chosen such extreme measures precisely because the Curse of Mystillia kept interfering. It was a contest of sorts—to see which was stronger: the ancient curse, or my training.
Of course, another major reason was simply my desire to watch the proud, villainous Carmel crumble before her own physiological urges. Who told her to glare at me with such cold eyes? Even now, I had achieved that goal beautifully. The desperate look on Carmel's face, her eyes brimming with tears, was more than enough to satisfy me. But that didn't mean I was going to stop.
"Do it, Rika."
"Hyaaah...!" The second injection. Surprisingly, she made less noise than the first time. It seemed she simply lacked the breath to speak, pouring every ounce of her energy into fighting the sensation of her swelling abdomen.
"Ngh... Ah..." Once the second dose was fully injected, Carmel's lower belly visibly bloated. While it was a shame to see her beautiful figure distorted, the sight was incredibly arousing in its own right. Rika securely inserted the plug and returned to refill the syringe. Breathing heavily, a faint, ecstatic smile played on Rika's lips.
"S-stop... Ugh... Sera... Please, ngh... stop... My stomach feels like... like it's going to burst... I can feel it... ah... moving inside me... Please... If you put any more in... Ngh... I'll die..."
Why was Carmel's weeping, begging face so incredibly lovely? The more desperate her situation, the more beautiful she became. This was exactly why I couldn't bring myself to stop tormenting her. I signaled Rika to pause and stood up, walking leisurely toward Carmel. I could hear the loud, wet rumbling coming from her slightly distended belly from where I stood. She truly was in agony. I gently stroked her stomach before moving behind her.
The plug Rika had inserted was wedged deep between Carmel's buttocks, leaving only its round handle exposed. Beneath it, a fierce battle was raging between the force trying to push the fluid out and the plug holding it in, with Carmel trapped in the middle, suffering endlessly from the pressure.
"Very well, Mother. I will spare you the rest of the fluid. In that case, I suppose I can remove this plug now?"
"N-no... Ngh... If you take it out now..." It seemed the pressure pushing outward was winning the battle inside. Carmel instinctively knew that the plug was the only thing keeping her from utter ruin.
"Hmm..." I squeezed her tense, trembling buttocks and whispered, "There is one thing I must tell you, Mother. Actually, there are two Recording Crystals hidden in this chamber. They have been recording your every move since the very first day."
"...What...?" Even through her blinding abdominal pain, Carmel managed to look back at me. I gave her a sweet, bright smile and pulled the plug straight out of her.
"No! Ah...! D-don't look! Ngh... Sera, Rika...! Don't look, no, ah... don't look at meeee!" Ignoring Carmel's frantic, sobbing pleas, Rika and I watched with rapt attention, determined not to miss a single second of what was about to unfold.
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