Nagisa's Vulgarly Bent and Spread Legs
Nagisa's legs were bent and spread wide in vulgar display. Her ass thrust out long behind her. Bare skin without a stitch of clothing. Huge breasts with a hint of soft flesh, and that big, plump rear.
Clara held a book with both arms extended straight out. And at my command, she read the textbook aloud. "Attribute magic is... ugh... elements of nature like water, fire... hngh. Hoo... wind... ice... hnnng." Her voice trembled. The more shocked she got, the more her legs shook, dripping sticky love juices in thick drops.
Smack! Clap! Clap— Crack! Splack— Thwack— Splat—
I mercilessly spanked Clara's ass amid all that. Even though it was already swollen from a full session of punishment class, I showed no mercy.
"Hoo... hnnng... hngggg... "
"Not reading?" Smack! Thwack! After one slap with my palm, I kicked her ass with my foot. Clara nearly tumbled forward but quickly regained her posture.
"S-sorry... "
"Sorry? Then read. Got it?" Splack. This time, I slapped her massive left breast upward. The jiggling tit soared up before flopping back down.
"Haa... haa... ughhh... "
"You big-titted bitch. All the nutrients that should've gone to your brain ended up in your chest, huh? Hands down. Hands!"
I grabbed her breast hard and shook it. Even as her upper body wobbled with my grip, Clara showed no sign of displeasure. She just gaped her mouth, her body twitching, legs quivering as pussy juices poured out.
"What's with the squirting?"
"Sorryyy... "
"Put the book down."
Clara hurriedly set the book down neatly, then—as if she knew what was coming—clasped her hands behind her head without changing her stance.
"Good pose. Huh? You squirm and whine all the time, but you obey this stuff perfectly. My Clara."
I lifted her breast and poked her nipple with my thumb. Poke, poke. Clara let out a deep breath, looking up at me with an aroused expression.
"My masochist pervert girl. Dumb pervert bitch who only knows how to squirt pussy juice when she gets hit. Right?"
"N-nooo... "
"No? Look at these tits."
Her breasts were so huge that just pulling them up let her inspect them herself. Clara panted as she gazed down at the ones I held for her.
"Big tits, rock-hard nipples, huge areolas. A woman with tits like these saying she's not a pervert?"
"Ughhhh... "
I chomped down on her nipple. Clara's body jerked violently.
"Kyaa!"
I sucked her nipple roughly—smack, smack—teasing it with my tongue. Clara trembled all over while holding her pose. When I bit down with my teeth, her hips bucked, and she pissed out her juices like urine. Splash, splash.
"Grghhh!"
"Cumming from this and saying you're not a pervert? Perverts like you need to be handled like this to snap out of it."
I pulled out a clip with something dangling from it. Light weight, but so light it swayed wildly at the slightest movement—a bell. I clipped the bells onto both nipples, and Clara freaked out, shaking her tits.
"Hngii!" Ding-a-ling—
"Shake your tits."
Blushing with shame, Clara still shook her breasts side to side. Ding-a-ling— Ding-a-ling— Ding-a-ling— The loud bell sounds followed her dancing tits. I smirked in satisfaction at the vulgar sight.
"Alright, time for review."
"Yesss... "
Clara's dazed eyes went vacant as she stuck out her tongue in climax. I reached for her still-half-squatting ass and fingered her pussy. Squelch, squish! Slurp, schlick-schlick, squelch! Squelch! Splurt!
"Heee... heh... hehehe... heheee... "
She let out a mad giggle and squirted like a fountain. I shook my hand dry and smacked her ass. Smack!
"One hand out! How do you use defensive magic?"
Clara extended an empty hand and made some gesture.
"Wrong!" Squelch-squelch. Squelch-squelch. Schlick-schlick.
"Eeeeek!"
"Again! Swing it!"
This time, she clearly swung her hand. As a reward, I pulled my fingers out. Scraping her weak inner walls on the way, and Clara shuddered through her breasts and ass in orgasm.
"Grrggggh—!" Ding-a-ling. Splurt!
Climax cries, bell jingles, and squirting sounds rang out together as she collapsed in a heap. Face-down, Clara savored the afterglow without moving right away. She lingered there, relishing the orgasm. In the meantime, I closely observed the sweat beading on her back and the tremors in her ass. More sweat than usual, shaking harder than before.
Any more and she'll hit her limit. Time for a break.
Clara was holding up well, but she had low stamina and toughness. Push too hard, and it'd backfire, so proper pacing was key.
"Short reflection time. Face the wall and stand there."
Clara crawled over, bells jingling on her tits, and stood facing the wall as ordered. I admired her red ass, then glanced at Nagisa—lounging haphazardly on what we called the humiliation chair, since there were no other seats.
"Satisfied?"
"Eh? What?"
Nagisa, who'd been watching Clara with wide eyes, startled hard. She clamped her legs together awkwardly, eyes trembling, then shot to her feet with a shout.
"Y-you're going too far on my friend!"
"...Protesting awfully quick."
"Even if Clara's a dumb, clueless airhead idiot who knows nothing of the world... treating a naive girl like that is unjust!"
But Nagisa's eyes couldn't tear away from Clara's red ass. Her gaze shook, her voice quavered—yet her protest felt performative, like she was just going through the motions.
"Nagisa."
"Y-yes?"
"Look properly. Does that look like a worldly-naive idiot?"
Clara wasn't even turning to listen to us. Instead, she spread her legs wider and fingered her own pussy.
"Grk... ughhh... ooooh...!" Ding-a-ling— Ding-a-ling— Ding-a-ling—
"She's a dummy, sure—but she knows what she needs to. She knows exactly how she's being treated right now."
"This... th-this isn't treating her like a person."
"Obviously. Who the hell gets treated like that? Unless they're a slave."
I approached Clara and smacked her masturbating ass. Smack. Crack.
"Oieek!" Splurt!
"Like this! Getting smacked like livestock! Fucked like an animal! Used as a cumdump—and Clara just takes it because she loves it!" Clap! Smack! Clap! Clap! Crack! Crack—
"Ohhgrk! Ughoooh! Ooooh!"
Clara wailed vulgarly, climaxing repeatedly before collapsing.
"Clara. Dog!"
She flopped onto her back like a dog, hands at her sides, legs tucked up toward the sky. Belly-up dog pose. Then she stuck out her tongue and panted. I petted her belly roughly, just like a real dog.
"Right now, Clara isn't Clara. She's livestock. A pervert sow who wags her ass happily when you finger her pussy."
"D-don't call my friend that... "
"Don't call her that? She loves it."
I stroked Clara's head. She rubbed against my hand with a blissful, innocent smile.
"Nagisa. This is escapism."
"Escapism?"
"Cutting off from the world for a bit, abandoning yourself. Throwing your body into pure pleasure, far from all fatigue and stress—that's escapism."
Nagisa swallowed hard.
"Why'd you come here?"
"Why...?"
"You knew it'd be like this."
Suddenly, Nagisa whipped her hand to her waist, drawing her wand and aiming it at me. She was skilled—the draw was marksman-quick.
"You expected this, so why play innocent?"
"N-no. Don't judge me as some slut. I-I'm a witch! Don't insult me!"
"You desperately want it but can't admit your true feelings."
I stopped petting and stood leisurely, hands jammed in my pockets, strolling over casually. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. My footsteps echoed clearly in the quiet Intensive Punishment Room.
I pressed my chest against the tip of her still-pointed wand.
"Why can't you be honest?"
"Huh?"
"You strut confidently in front of witches like Ios, but why hide your heart now?"
I pushed the wand harder.
"I know your type."
"......"
"The type that wants to look cool to everyone."
I glanced at the door. Had those self-proclaimed fan club girls left by now?
"You crave others' admiration. I saw how you hemmed and hawed around those girls earlier."
"N-no."
"You seem bold and straightforward, but you're hyper-aware of eyes on you. Even when you helped me, it was really you getting off on helping the 'weak' guy, right?"
Now Nagisa's eyes were welling up like she might cry. I could see it—the walls around her heart crumbling.
"When deep down, you're a sow who wants to get smacked like a slave and squeal."
"Don't talk like that...! I could really kill you."
"You came here wanting the same as Clara."
Nagisa glanced nervously at Clara.
"You're hoping for it. Just be honest—a little courage, and you can enjoy it too."
"......"
"Escapism. Just for a moment, stop being Nagisa and become a sow. Your secret's safe."
She lowered her wand. Nagisa bit her lip, glaring at me intently.
"I said Clara and I are hometown friends, right?"
"Yeah."
"We've known each other forever... and somehow, I learned her tastes."
Clara was watching us from a slouched seat.
"Maso... pervert... She looks dumb, but finding out she was a pervert was pure chance."
"Yeah."
"That idiot wandering naked through streets and alleys at night."
Hm, that's risky behavior.
"She wanted to get jumped—masturbating like that... At first, I thought it was embarrassing and weird, but then I caught myself doing the exact same thing."
Birds of a feather, huh.
"Turns out... I have the same tastes... "
Nagisa quickly shrugged off her outer clothes. She fumbled with her shirt buttons one by one. Even her tanned skin flushed on her cheeks. Breathing ragged with tension and excitement, eyes trembling in anticipation.
"When you were appointed punishment instructor... h-honestly! I was hoping! That maybe you'd satisfy my urges. But why didn't you hit me?"
"Gotta do something wrong first... "
"Couldn't beg outright, so I waited... waited... but no chance to even meet!"
Whoosh! She flung her shirt open. A plain black bra encased her big tits—no frills or lace. Impressive how the soft mounds sat atop her toned abs and muscles.
"Couldn't take it anymore... so I came myself. But still couldn't say it outright... then I thought of Clara, and you wanted info on that senior."
"Whoa, easy—your clothes'll rip. Take it slow... "
She tossed the shirt aside, then yanked off her skirt with gusto. In black lingerie, Nagisa somehow seemed even more of a pervert than Clara. Panting like she was about to pounce, madness gleaming in her eyes. With her sturdy build and fighter's physique... if she snapped, I might not handle it. No matter how strong I've gotten, she looks tough.
"Th-this escapism... you'll keep it secret? For real?"
"I swear. Promise."
"Promise? Swear?"
"...Ah, yeah. I swear."
Wizards and their oaths. They love that shit.
"Then I trust you."
Nagisa unhooked her bra next. Her full breasts bounced free. The tanned skin gave them a healthier, smoother vibe than the pale witches I'd seen—gorgeous nipples too.
"Ughhh."
Still shy, she covered her chest with her hands, then slipped off her panties. Sticky juices strung from them. Now fully naked, but too embarrassed to meet my eyes. She averted her gaze sideways, hands shielding her tits and pussy—time to wash away that shame for true escapism.
"Clara."
"Yesss."
"Go get the whip."
"Eh? Not the switch—a whip?"
She was already drooling in excitement. How to torment a tough girl like Nagisa?
"I'll show you hands-on how to handle a strong woman."