Slippery Anal Initiation and Public Toy Torment
Thanks to the humiliation development gel, even the slightest push sent it sliding deep into her anus. From my own experience, going slow to savor it just made it hurt more. Better to thrust it all in at once right from the start to skip straight past the pain.
“Kyaaak!”
But Sena was simply startled by the foreign object slipping into her depths. After her scream, she froze rigid, unable to move a finger—only her waist and hips shuddered violently.
“Ah… Aah… Uaaah….”
She let out bizarre moans, as if she'd forgotten how to speak. Her face was like she'd seen a ghost: eyes bulging wide, body trembling uncontrollably.
“I-it went in… S-suddenly so deep….”
Maybe I should've given her a moment to adjust. Sena's anus began twitching faintly, gradually wrapping around my cock. A warm, utterly novel sensation—similar to her pussy, yet mysteriously different.
Rather than moving, I waited. Waited for Sena to calm down and grow accustomed to the cock buried in her anus. Sure, you've seen those manga scenes where they go wild on the first anal thrust? That's just manga. Don't try it for real—it's dangerous. Roughly pounding a startled anus could trigger spasms and real harm.
“Huuu… Huu….”
With deep breaths, her anus slowly clenched around my cock. Her breathing steadied; time to move.
Schlup.
“Ugh… Uk.”
Pulling out slowly, her anus tugged along with my cock. That lewd, rare sight stirred an urge to slam in hard.
Schlup. Thrusting back into her anus. It slid in smoothly, and Sena clutched the sheets in a death grip.
“Kkeuuk.”
Repeating the slow in-and-out five times or so, Sena's uncomfortable moans from the intrusion gradually evened out.
“Ah. Ah. Eut. Ahut. Haa….”
“How's it feel?”
“…The inside… it's reshaping to Master's cock….”
“That's right.”
Stable enough now to pick up the pace. Smack!
“Heugit!”
I slapped her ass, gripped her hips, and ramped up my waist speed. Schlup. Schlup. Schlup. Thwack. Slam. Thwack.
Pounding my hips against Sena's ass melted away my stress, filling me with ease and surging confidence. Each impact rippled straight into her anus, making her body twist and writhe.
“Ah! Ah! Aah! Ugeeg! Uot! Hureugu… Uok!”
Her moans warped into something straight out of Helena's vulgar repertoire. Blood will tell, huh.
Slam. Schlup. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Schlup. Slam.
“Ugeeeit! Uuk! S-slowly… please go easy. I-it's weird… weird… weeeird!”
“What?”
Thud!—I drove my hips deep like a battering ram.
“Ukok…!”
Sena wailed in a grotesque moan, burying her face in the sheets.
“Who said you could give orders to your Master?”
“S-sorryyy….”
Smack!
“Ugeeg!”
“Your body still clings to those old master instincts. Time to rip them out.”
I'll drill it into her: I'm Master's dedicated flesh slave for slaking his lust. Through utter humiliation!
First-floor central lobby. A vast space like a plaza, packed tight with swarming students. A ornate fountain dominated the center, surrounded by clusters of cadets chattering away. Amid the noisy crowd, Sena and I stood out by the fountain.
“I told Grand I'd handle your escort, so go rest.”
“Yeah….”
“Sena. Why are your shoulders all hunched up?”
I grabbed her shoulders and forced them back. But she strained to curl them again, like she couldn't bear it. As we wrestled, I whispered in her ear.
“Rebelling?”
“…Ngh. N-no, I'm not.”
“Then why won't you straighten up?”
“B-but….”
Her gaze dropped. Over her uniform top, at nipple height, two points jutted out obscenely.
Bzzz.
The faint vibration hummed. Sena shuddered, her face flushing as the buzz tormented her. To onlookers, she might seem ill. But the electric egg taped to her nipple was stimulating her relentlessly—in the crowded central lobby, no less!
And that wasn't all. Lower down, inside her skirt, the same torment raged. Sena bent her knees slightly, mouth agape. Sticky saliva nearly dripped; she slurped it back with a gulp.
“Wanna lift that skirt right here?”
“N-no, don't….”
“Announce to everyone you're a pervert with dildos stuffed in both holes?”
I lowered my hand toward her skirt. Sena frantically grabbed it, slowly unfurling her shoulders.
“Hureugu….”
Dildos jammed in both pussy and anus, secured by her panties. Her single skirt barely concealed the shocking secret. And Sena was doing this—the fearsome top witch everyone dreaded! The icy sorceress who'd never dream of such depravity!
Standing there like a total pervert: dildos in both holes, electric egg on her nipples.
“What happens if they find out?”
“D-don't say that….”
“The witches who used to fear you? They'll pity the pathetic slut you really are.”
I fantasized her ruined worldline if exposed.
“They'll bully you. Drag you off, ram dildos in both holes while hurling insults. 'Turns out she's a maso pervert after all.'”
“Uguut….”
“They could spank you right here in public. But you're a maso slut, so you'd get off on it.”
“N-no, I'm not.”
“How many times would you cum in front of everyone? The girls would laugh at your pathetic display.”
Sena, beet-red, averted her eyes. Her own eyes glistened faintly with tears.
“And the boys—what would they do?”
“No….”
“Once they know you're a pervert? They'd gang-rape you for sure.”
Sena's legs twitched.
“Tie you in the bathroom so every guy from every year lines up to fuck you daily.”
“Stop….”
“Both holes gaping, so two at a time per shift, stuffing you front and back. Mouth makes three?”
“Heut.”
I wedged my leg between hers, kneeing the anal dildo deeper.
“Heugit!”
“Fucked during class, breaks, meals, dorms. Our Sena's the academy's official fuckhole now?”
“I'm no one's slave but Master's….”
“Kukuku. Then whose?”
Sena turned, cheeks puffed in a pout.
“Master's slave.”
“Whose Master?”
“Lee Hyun Master's slave.”
Ah, this adorable woman. God, I wanted to hug her tight and pound her like an onahole. Stuff her full all day, every hole ravaged daily—the urge swelled.
“Look at me.”
I sat on the fountain ledge, legs crossed. Sena faced me, standing.
“Lift your skirt.”
“B-but….”
“This is your only blind spot.”
Around the fountain, people gave us space—no stares our way. Perfect chance. Lift toward me, and only I'd see.
“Do it.”
Eyes squeezed shut, she gripped the front hem. Hesitant hands slowly rose. Under the lifted skirt: twin dildos buried deep, visible through soaked panties. Face crimson. Forced eye contact. Humiliation twisted her, but arousal drenched her panties and inner thighs. Hot breaths escaped her lips.
Behind her, students milled in the vast plaza. One glance our way, and she'd be exposed—a razor-edge thrill.
Click. “...Ah.”
I reached out, lightly grasping the pussy dildo. Wiggled it, squeezing out her juices.
“Leaking like this where you could get caught? Explain.”
“Haa… Haa… Haut… Haa.”
“Be honest. You want to get caught, don't you?”
“Lady Sena!”
We yanked apart simultaneously. Pretending nonchalance, Julia approached.
“Yeah, Julia.”
Sena turned casually. I stood quickly behind her.
“I finished morning classes early and headed to the cafeteria. Wanna join?”
“Ah… No, I've got stuff. I'll go later.”
“Really?”
Julia tilted her head.
“Lady? You okay?”
“I'm fine….”
“Face red, breathing ragged. Let me check your temp.”
Julia reached for Sena's forehead; Sena recoiled. Then her legs buckled like she'd collapse, body doubling over.
“L-Lady? What's wrong… Hey! You—blind to Lady Sena suffering like this!”
“No… It's not that bad. I'll handle it.”
“Handle what? Servants like you! I'm taking Lady Sena to the infirmary. Can't even monitor your master's health!”
Uh oh. Can't let this happen. Sena's posture screamed trouble… Ah! The dildo—slipping out?
I extended a hand to ward Julia off, pulling Sena against me with the other. Casually cradling her upper body against my chest, I slipped my thighs between hers to shove the slipping anal dildo back in.
“Heut!”
“Sena's not great. I'm taking her to the infirmary, so go ahead without us.”
“How can I trust you? Let me—”
“Go! Julia!”
My sharp bark startled her. She flushed, hands clamping her own skirt over her ass—like she'd remembered something.
“D-don't order me around! I'm a witch!”
“Hurry up.”
“Hmph. Take proper care of Lady! Don't forget a servant's prime duty: protect your master with your life.”
Right—prioritize master's life over yours, or something. Roughly that.
“Got it. Sorry.”
“...You, apologizing? Weird day.”
After shooing Julia off, relief brought a sigh.
“Whew. Nearly disaster with that stubborn girl. …Sena?”
Sena looked seriously off. Shaking nonstop, leaning on me like agony. Arms limp but clutching my collar desperately. Her face teetered on tears, at her limit. My pants, propping her dildo, grew damp. I chuckled.
“Too much, huh? What do you want?”
“...Fuck me quick with your cock. Rough, like a beast.”
“Bathroom it is?”