The Falsely Accused Witch — Episode 18: Cruel Torment, Absolute Punishment

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— ting —

"… … … ~~… … … … … …"

In Sion's subjective time — several days had passed.

(Let me… come… ♡… let me… come… ♡… let me come please… ~~♡…)

Perpetually on the edge of orgasm. At the peak of pleasure. For what had felt like dozens of hours — suspended at the precise moment of impending climax, her body forced into complete limpness the whole while. Her mind had long since boiled over. She couldn't think about anything other than coming.

"Hmm — she's gone insane about ten times now, so I think that's enough."

— ting —

(Ah… … guh… … ~~… … ~~… …)

The subjective time-acceleration was released. She was finally returned to normal thinking speed — but she couldn't even register that fact.

"Oh — 'that's enough' means I'm bored and handing off to the next person, by the way. It absolutely does not mean I'm giving you orgasm permission."

— ting —

The vision-seal was lifted. Slowly, like dawn breaking, light returned to Sion's visual field. But the sight of someone who'd spent several subjective days in darkness — it didn't recover easily. Her vision stayed numb and blurred.

"Who knows what's next — I hope whoever it is lets you actually come, for once."

— ting —

At last, the forced limpness was removed. Sion's body began to tremble — every muscle tingling with pins and needles.

"… … … ah~~… ♡… a~~… … ~~… ♡… …"

But she still couldn't move. Couldn't speak. The accumulated need to orgasm — too immense to process — crushed her, and she couldn't control her own convulsing body. She could only drip fluid in intermittent spurts and wait for the moment she might finally be permitted release.

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"Right — my turn next. Nice to meet you."

One by one, in sequence — the female students showed no mercy as they tormented the utterly broken Sion. Their intellects had been honed by elite education to a razor edge — yet they carried no sympathy, no compassion for Sion whatsoever. Or perhaps some of them did pity her — but rationalized it as simply unavoidable. The way one accepts a rat's belly being opened in animal experiments. The way one accepts livestock being processed in a slaughterhouse. The way one closes one's eyes to people dying somewhere that has nothing to do with oneself. A dispensation of that kind had been granted to the act of gathering to torment Sion to death. And if one is permitted to abuse the weak unilaterally — then one might as well enjoy it. That aristocratic logic had been cultivated in all these elites, born naturally into positions of strength.

"Come on — get up."

"Ugh."

A light kick to Sion's body. She didn't have anything left for "standing up." Her hyper-sensitized body flared with pleasure from just that mild impact to her side.

"Can't follow a simple command?"

A girl with short-trimmed black hair pointed her wand at Sion without expression. Magical manacles formed around Sion's wrists, yanking her upright and off the floor — and then further, until her toes lifted from the ground and she was hanging in midair.

"Ugh… heh… ah~~… a~~… …"

Even so, Sion couldn't do more than convulse. Her sweat-soaked, feverish body flared with intense pleasure from the smallest attempted movement. Even suspended in the air, all she could do was keep trembling and endure the agony of being denied.

"You're quite far gone, aren't you. Can't even answer me."

The black-haired girl shackled Sion's ankles as well with magical manacles, pulling her limbs spread to the four cardinal directions, locking her in a perfect X. Her words and movements carried no irritation, no delight, no sadism, no excitement, no contempt, no disgust, no pity, no sympathy — nothing. Purely without expression, she moved around behind Sion and brought her lips close to her ear.

"I could force your compliance — but I won't bother. I'll also grant you orgasm. Be grateful."

"~~… ~~!! Let… let me come!! Please let me come!!♡!!"

Lightning struck through Sion's thoroughly edged and melted consciousness. She was going to be allowed to come. With that hope and impulse — Sion twisted in her restraints, and began to writhe as if coming alive again.

"…"

SWISH — SMACK!!

"IIIGH!!♡?! Ah!! Ugh!!?"

Sion's soft rear was smacked with full force. The flesh rippled; sweat flew; a small red handprint remained.

"Don't get excited. You can barely follow orders — don't assume you get to come cleanly, just like that."

"Hih… … hiih… ~~!!"

Hope replaced by terror in an instant. Her body — locked in an X by the magical manacles — couldn't move at all. The shock of the spanking resonated through her; pleasure surged through her body. She cycled through nearly-coming, being pushed back, edging again from the aftershock — over and over.

SMACK!! — SPURT!!

"AGHI!!? UGGHHHHHH!!♡!!!"

The other cheek was struck. The pain made her squirt. Pain transformed into pleasure; pleasure into agony; agony into a larger need to orgasm.

"Do you understand? Just say 'yes, I understand.' That's all. Simple, isn't it."

Her nipple was pinched tight.

"OHNGH!!♡?! Y— YES!! I UNDERSTAND!! I UNDERSTAND SO PLEASE — MY NIPPLE!! COMING!! LET ME COME PLEASE!!!"

The pad of a finger ground into it. Crushed, rolled, kneaded. Her small breast was pulled until it distorted; clawed at from time to time. Sustained with pleasure that should have blanked her mind, Sion writhed in agony.

"… … come."

"~~!!! AH!! AHHHH!!♡♡!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!?!♡!!!!!♡!!♡♡♡♡"

— SPURT!!!

Then. Abruptly. The orgasm seal was broken.

"COMING!! UGGHHHH!!♡♡!! COMING COMING UGHHHHH!!♡!!!!"

The lewd curse carved on her tongue forced the climax declaration out of her. The orgasm she had been denied through so much torment — finally released. Hundreds of pent-up orgasms condensed into a single burst of pleasure. A drunken spinning sensation, as if her brain were being wrung out. And then — it ended in an instant.

— ting —

"Igh!!♡!?!! … … oh!!? … a… again… stop… stopped??! ~~!! ~~!!"

In just a few seconds — the lock was reapplied.

"You were only allowed to come once."

A cold announcement of despair.

"That's not FAIR!! Not nearly enough!! I NEED MORE!! Please let me come let me COME PLEASE!!♡!!"

She shamelessly begged; writhed lewdly. The agony of the accumulated orgasms — which had been rushing toward release — forced back inside — was beyond imagination. More than enough anguish to burn through what remained of Sion's pride and shame. Surrounded by the gazes of all those students — and still she had no choice but to beg with everything she had.

"Your orgasms are mine to grant as I please. If I feel like it, I might let you come — but if you defy me even once, that's all you're getting. Understood?"

"Hih… … ~~♡ Nggh, ugh, ugh!!"

The black-haired girl slid her arms around Sion from behind. Traced a finger slowly down soft skin. The underside of a breast. Side of her abdomen. Her navel. Her groin. Her other hand continued kneading the nipple — taking pleasure in watching Sion shudder and jump. Sion had been given orgasm and had it taken away again — now she drowned in flooding fluid, writhing in ever more desperate urgency, seeking what had been stripped from her.

"Your clitoris has been erect this whole time, hasn't it. It's been developed so thoroughly, swollen so obscenely — and when I do it like this — it must be unbearable."

"Ugh!!♡ Aghi!! It's torment!! STOP KNEADING IT PLEASE!!♡!!"

SPURT! SQUIRT! SPURT!!

Her clitoris was crushed — while her nipple was pulled.

"LET ME COME!! PLEASE LET MY CLITORIS COME!! UGHHH!!♡!! COMING COMING UGHHH!!"

"3… 2… 1… …"

An abrupt countdown began.

"AH!!♡ Ah— AHHHH!!♡♡!!"

Her body tensed in anticipation of orgasm — joy surged at the prospect of release.

"… … … still denied."

"~~!!♡?!! UGGHIIII!! NOOOOH UGGHHHH!!"

The expectation was betrayed. Sion's soft skin spasmed pathologically. The clitoral stimulation continued uninterrupted. Already so far past her limit. And still — the cruel edging was repeated, again and again.

"NGGYU!!♡ Ahh!! HERE!! UGHHH OHHHH!!?!♡♡!"

Two fingers were pushed into the melting, dripping entrance — and the inner folds were scratched with fingernails.

"Come. Once."

"~~!!?!! COMING UGGHHHH!!♡♡!! OHHHHH OH OH OHHHHH!!♡♡♡!?!!?!!"

— PSHIIIIIIIIIII!!

Orgasm was commanded in her ear. Uncountable orgasms — condensed into one climax event — burst from her like a fine spray as she came. Her neural pathways scorching. But the torment of her body didn't stop immediately after.

SQUISH SQUISH SLICK SLICK SQUELCH SQUISH GRIND SLICK SQUELCH SQUELCH!!

"UGHHH!! NOOOH!! DAMN DAMN DAMN!!♡ COMING!! UGHHII AHHHHH!!♡♡♡!!!"

Orgasm sealed again — and the carnal flesh was kneaded. The contradictory pleasures of release and edging mixed together, crushing Sion's consciousness. If it had only been endless edging — or only climax after climax — maybe it wouldn't have been this agonizing. But the wave of pleasure was thrown up and down, and she couldn't even try to endure it.

"If you want an orgasm — beg for it. Prettily. Pathetically. Miserably. Like an idiot. Make me feel like maybe I want to give you one. I don't actually care if we stay like this indefinitely… and I haven't even used my arcana yet. You're going to feel so much better once I do — so try hard, desperately, seriously, to convince me you deserve it."

"Please let me come!! Let me COME!!♡♡!! I — I can't think about anything but coming, I'm a sow in heat!! I'm sorry!! Please please please let me orgasm!!♡♡♡"

The old Sion would have resisted. Or even if not — would have been too ashamed to say it. But the Sion of right now had no hesitation. She groveled. With whatever vocabulary her melted mind could still find — she begged for mercy as lewdly, as wretchedly as she could.

"What are you saying."

"HIGUUGH!!♡?"

Her clitoris was pinched and twisted — a sharp rebuke.

"That's insulting to pigs. You are teaching material. A consumable. A toy — lower than livestock. Understood?"

"I'M SORRY!!♡?! COMING!! YES I UNDERSTAND!! I'M A TOY!! LOWER THAN A PIG!! SO PLEASE — ORGASM!! LET ME ORGASM!!"

SLICK SLICK SQUELCH SQUISH SQUELCH… …

The fluid was worked into a lather; thick, viscous arousal was drawn out. The fierce stimulation meant to force a climax continued — and still no orgasm permission came.

"Squeeze tighter — and beg more prettily. Make me feel like wanting to give it to you. I don't really mind if we stay like this… and by the way, I haven't used my arcana yet. You're going to feel so much more — so put real effort into it, desperately, like your life depends on it."

"Hiiii… ~~!! ~~~~!!"

Stated flatly. Without warmth. Desire and terror at once — like bait dangled in front of her face while a blade pressed into her back from behind. This was still only preparation — only foreplay. What came next would be a hell beyond imagination.

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[The Lewd Torment Witch]

Loe Reirel

Innate Arcana: Lewd Demon Needle Curse

She can control needles of solidified magical power.

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Next: Episode 19 — "Magic Needle, Piercing Torment"