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"A— ugh!!♡♡ Coming— kuh♡ I'm cumming!!♡ Nnnnngh!!♡♡♡!!!"
"You dislike being stroked to orgasm like that…? Mm — that's a lie. So tell me — what is it you truly don't want done to you? Keep hiding it, and I'll tighten the ring further."
"~~ugh!!♡ The electricity♡ electricity!!♡♡ The orgasm pulses — being shocked over and over — that's the worst of all!!♡ I hate it♡! Please, not that anymore!!"
"…Very well. That sounds true, so I'll spare you the clitoral constriction. However—"
— ZZZAP!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! —
"HIGYAAAAAAH!!?!♡♡♡!?!?!"
— SPURT!! —
"Orgasming helplessly under electrical stimulation is non-negotiable. Now — next. I'll hear your second-most dreaded thing as well. What would you like done to this clitoris of yours, soaked as it is in electric ecstasy?"
"No!!♡♡ Don't crush it!! Don't polish it while I'm cumming!!♡ I said it! I told you!! I was honest so please stop!!♡♡!!"
"No. You were good to speak truthfully — but I will continue targeting your weak points until you're pleasured to death. Now — I'll make you cum a little harder."
— CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! ZZZAP!! ZZZAP!! ZZZT!! —
"FUGIIIIII!!?♡!?!!♡♡♡!!"
Sion's screams reverberate through the classroom.
The source: the ring cinched tight around the base of her clitoris, and the wand aimed directly at it. Pink electricity crackles from the constricting band, bringing her clitoris to a boil.
— SQUELCH— SLICK— WET— SLICK SLICK SLICK— —
"Gah!!♡ Ah!?♡ Ngh!!♡♡ Ohhhooo!!♡♡♡♡?!"
Even that alone is enough to trap her in unending climax — yet something more is added.
No hand makes direct contact. Instead, from the wand aimed at her swollen, engorged clitoris, an invisible magical force field manifests — and begins to torment her.
— SLICK— SLICK— SLICK— SLICK— —
"Iiih?! Nnyah— aaaaaah my clitoris!!♡♡!!!♡♡♡!!!"
The sensation: silk thread drenched in lotion, wrapped tight — then pinched flat between forefinger and thumb, kneaded in slow grinding circles. Simultaneously: pulling, twisting, rubbing, scratching — layered sensation upon sensation.
Every weakness Sion was forced to confess, reproduced with perfect precision — and made worse.
— SQUELCH SQUELCH SLICK SLICK WET WET SLICK SLICK— !! —
"Higuh!!♡ Clit-iguh!!♡♡ No!!♡ Igu-aaAAaaaaaaa!!♡!?!!!"
Her chin wrenches back. She cries out.
Her thighs convulse. Her abdominals seize as her body writhes beneath pleasure violent enough to turn her inside out.
And still — it does not stop.
"Iku!!♡ Igu!!♡ Igu!! IKU-uuu!!♡♡!!!"
"Electric torment and rough caresses… to come this desperately from such treatment. What a masochistic little clitoris."
"Sto— p!! Iguu-uuuuu!!♡♡♡!!!!"
"Now then — next. What else don't you want? How would you like this masochistic clitoris of yours, still mid-climax, to be tormented beyond this?"
"Nn———!!?! Uu———!! ~~ugh!!♡♡♡"
"Shaking your head won't help. Neither will crying. Or perhaps you no longer know? Are you too overwhelmed by pleasure to think — too full of it to remember what you dread?"
She convulses, climaxing without pause — her every sensitive point ruthlessly worked while questions are pressed upon her. Sion is already drowning in pleasure beyond what she can endure. There is no answer she can give.
But whether she answers or not, the torment only compounds.
"Take your time. While you think, your clitoris can suffer for you."
— BZZZ!! BZZZ!! VVVVVVVV!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! ZZZT!! —
"A——————!!♡ Again!! Vibrating— my clit— aaAA!! Igu!! Iku-iku-iku!! IKU-uuuu!!♡♡♡♡♡!!!"
…SPURT… SQUIRT… drip……………
The ring clenching tight around the base of her clitoris begins to vibrate. The concentrated mass of pleasure nerves is stimulated directly — driving her a full degree deeper into orgasm. From her urethra, already wrung dry of squirt, only faint droplets spill. Clouded, opaque fluid overflows.
Even so — the triple assault of vibration, electricity, and clitoral friction does not cease.
Worse.
"Now — nipples. We'll start with the right. What don't you want done to them?"
"Hih!? No— no!! Stop it— I don't know! I don't know!!♡"
"……………"
— ZZZZZZZZZ!! —
"Nnaa!!AAAA!!♡♡♡!!"
The ring bound around the base of her right nipple begins to vibrate. A heavy, deep vibration — strong enough to shudder her entire soft breast, rattling the slave-piercing as it trembles.
Silence and lies carry the same price: forced climax, again.
"I'll build it gradually. I recommend answering quickly. Once vibration-pleasure has seeped into your nipples and clitoris, you won't sleep properly for a week."
"Huu!! Huu!!♡ Uuuuu!!♡♡♡ Hih— being pulled— I hate it!!♡ Having my nipple piercing yanked and twisted while I'm made to cum — it's too much!!♡♡ ~~ugh!!♡♡♡♡"
"Is that so. Like this?"
— CREEEAK!! TWIST!! CRUNCH!! —
"I!! GUH!!!——————!!♡♡♡! Nn————!!♡!! Nguuuu!!♡♡♡♡!?!!!"
Her restrained body seizes in climax. Pain and pleasure are knotted together — twisted into something more brutal than either alone. A heavy, viscous ecstasy, like her mind melting down into syrup. An orgasm that feels like being slowly crushed.
"Piercing twisted upward — tormented like that… what else do you want? Should I add electrical torment or lotion stimulation to your nipple as well?"
"No— ugh!!♡ I hate it!!♡♡ Neither of them!! Stop both!!♡♡ Kuunnn!!♡♡♡♡!!♡!!"
"Then I'll add both."
— CRACK!! CRACK!! ZZZAP!! ZZZAP!! CRACK!! ZZZAP!! —
— SLICK!! SLICK!! WET!! WET!! SQUELCH!! SQUELCH!! —
"Nngiiii!!♡♡♡♡♡!?!?!!"
Her clitoris and nipple are played with simultaneously — and the next torment begins. Her body has long since reached its limit, and yet pleasure continues to pour into her, relentless.
"Now — confess your most dreaded torment. Depending on what it is, I may spare you the electricity and the caresses."
"A!!… Ga!!… Gu, u!!♡ Uuuuu!!♡"
However she answers, the torment worsens. She is made to draw the noose tighter with her own hands — like being slowly strangled with soft silk, her helpless writhing put on display for all to see.
"~~ugh!!♡♡♡ Kneading my nipple while squeezing my chest is too much!!♡ Being made to cum while my armpits are tickled is torture!!♡♡♡ I feel so good my nipples are going to break!!♡!♡♡ Please!! Don't!! Stop it!! Don't do it!!♡♡♡!!!"
"…Getting off on being tickled. How indecent. Though I suppose it's unavoidable — you've been developed to respond to anything."
— SLICK SLICK WET WET SQUELCH SQUELCH WET— —
"AHAHAHA!!♡♡! Aaa——!!♡♡ I said stop and you still!!♡♡!! Igu-igu-IGU-uuuuuu!!♡ AHAHAHAHAHA!!♡♡♡ AHIHAHAHAHAHAHA!!♡♡!!!"
The moment the wand is raised, sensation pours in — tormenting nipple and breast further still. She laughs as she screams. Somewhere nearby, the wet sounds of a lotion-drenched bristle brush lapping at the hollow of her armpit. Yet she cannot lower her arms.
"The other side as well. Shall I treat it the same as the right — or is there something you dread even more? Answer within ten seconds."
"AHIHIHIHI!!♡♡!! Hii!!♡ Hyauuu!!♡♡ Ihyaaa!!♡ Nn!!♡ Fu!!♡! N!!♡ Nuuuu!!♡♡♡♡!!"
She laughs and trembles — jolt by jolt — in helpless spasms. She wants to answer. She cannot speak. She tries desperately to communicate that, but the countdown passes in cold, merciless silence.
"Time."
— CREEAK……ZZZZZZZZZ!! —
"AAAA——————!!♡♡♡! A, GUH!? Noooo!!♡♡♡!!!"
The left ring bites into her nipple with a grinding, sinking pressure — and begins to vibrate.
Then.
— WET-SQUELCH WET-SQUELCH WET-SQUELCH WET-SQUELCH— —
"OAAA!!AAAAAAA!!AAAA!!♡♡!?! KAHA!! Ha!! HA!! HIGUU!!♡♡!! ~~ugh!!♡♡♡♡!!"
Stroking, kneading, rolling — lavished upon her nipple and breast. The plump swell of her areola stretched open by fingers, the firm core of her nipple teased by fingertips. She writhes, weeps, screams, gasps — and none of it matters. The torment continues, indifferent to her protests.
"Aha!!♡ Hahe!!♡♡ Guuu!!♡♡ I can't— breathe— aa!!♡ Iguu!!♡♡ AHAHAHAHA!!♡♡ AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!♡♡♡♡!!!"
Pearls of sweat run down every inch of her skin. Her weak points concentrated and crushed — her body firing distress signals.
"Now — what kind of torment would it take to truly pleasure you to death? Can you no longer even imagine? Really?"
"Ahih!!♡ Ahiyah!!♡♡ Nhe!!♡♡ I don't know!!♡ AHAHA!!♡ I don't know!!♡ Hagu!! AAA!! Igu!!♡ Iku!! UUUUU!!♡♡♡"
The climax is deep. Crushing. She is on the verge of losing consciousness. Confusion. Desperation. Dissolution. Her awareness scorched away, degree by slow degree.
"Then — next. Your cervix was a weak point as well. What kind of torment there would be hardest to bear? Or would you rather refuse again and taste the vibration punishment first? Your choice."
The student addresses Sion without expression — in stark contrast to Sion's laughing, sobbing wretchedness. Blunt, final questions that admit no evasion. With her body's weak points held hostage by the black rings, with no means of resistance left, the relentless interrogation and torment of Sion continue without mercy.
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"U, gih…… Nhoo, oo!!♡……~~ugh!!♡♡"
— VVVVVVVVV— —
"Uguu!!♡♡♡ ~~ugh!!♡♡♡♡"
SPURT!! SQUIRT!! SPLASH!!
Sion's lower abdomen ripples. A faint, resonant frequency hums through the room.
Inside her body — buried in her cervix, pleasure-softened and yielding — the ring known as 《The Writhing Carnal Ring》 trembles.
"Well — it's only natural you wouldn't know what kind of cervical torment you dread. Even after being climax-soaked like this, saturated with lewd curses from head to toe, you're still a virgin."
"~~ugh!!!! Uuuuu!!!! HUU!!♡ Huu!! Uuuunn!!♡♡♡♡!!!"
Even after the exhaustive interrogation, Sion cannot produce an answer that satisfies the dark-haired student. Exposed to the assault of four rings biting into her sensitive points, she mewls and whimpers like a small, broken thing. Her lower abdomen burns. She has surrendered completely to the pleasure rocking through the very core of her womanhood.
"Then — what shall we do? Since we're going to the trouble of tormenting your cervix, it would be a waste to do anything less than the worst. The most unbearable method imaginable. Something that will make you regret being born a woman, from the very bottom of your heart. Let me think~"
"~~!! …forgive me!!…♡ Why……like this……♡♡ Aaa!!♡ Please stop already……~~!!♡ Uguu!!♡♡"
She trembles through each climax, letting loose wretched moans. Even the torment of her nipples and clitoris alone is enough to drive her to ruin. The internal vibrations have left her cervix completely prolapsed, and the sensation has spread to her G-spot, compounding the ecstasy. And now — even worse torment is to be applied. The mere thought makes her skin crawl.
"Simple enough — we'll use Lewd Light Searing."
"Eh… u?……………huh?♡ Nah!?!♡"
— KYUIIIIN— —
"Fu, guh?! Naaa!!AA!!aaaaaaaa!!♡♡♡♡!!!"
Inside the lewd curse carved into her lower abdomen. Pink light bleeds through her skin from within. The ring constricting her cervix radiates Lewd Light at output powerful enough to pass through flesh itself.
"It works remarkably well, doesn't it. The sensation is something like a pleasure-laser fired directly into the cervix. It will slowly, thoroughly roast your innermost depths."
"Igu!?♡ Iguu!!♡ My belly— !!♡ I'm— gih………♡ Nooo!!♡♡♡♡!?!!!"
She lurches — gakun, gakun — convulsing harder than before. The depth of each climax increases. Intensifies. She cums and cums and still it does not end.
"The combination of cervical orgasm and forced arousal will lock you into a continuous climax cycle. Unlike your nipples or clitoris, this will be a heavier variety of ecstasy — repeating at fixed intervals. Approximately every ten seconds."
"Sonnya!!♡ Oo!!♡?! I'guh!!……………uA!!♡♡♡ Ouu!!♡! Uguu!!♡♡!?!"
Vibration and Lewd Light, radiating from the Writhing Carnal Ring. That pleasure spreads through every part of her. She clenches her teeth. Drool runs freely from her lips. She shakes — and cums. The ecstasy is so crushing that each climax pulls her consciousness away at the edges.
"Fugih!!♡!? I'— gu, uh!! Too— strong!!♡♡ HIGUU!!♡♡!! GUHA!! HA!! HA!! Hahe!!♡ Nguoo!!♡♡!!"
The aftershock of one orgasm has not finished when the next descends upon her. Cervical orgasm — several degrees more brutal than anything that came before. And with each repetition, the pleasure grows stronger still.
"Ah!!♡ Ha!! HAA!!♡ STOP— !! Igu!!♡♡!! Fu!! Fu!! Fu!! Fugi!! IGIA!!♡!! GUH!! Aoo!!♡♡♡!?!"
"…You haven't died yet. Tenacious. I'll subject your nipples and clitoris to Lewd Light Searing as well."
— KYUIIIIN— —
— KYUIIIIN— —
— KYUIIIIN— —
"Hih!? I!!GIH!!♡ NGA!!♡!! Nguoo!!♡♡♡!!!"
Nipples. Clitoris. Cervix. Every one of them — assaulted at once by vibration, caress, and Lewd Light.
"By all rights you should have died in agony dozens of times over by now. And yet you persist. Do you want to be tormented that badly? Is the output not enough to satisfy you?"
"Gu— different— !! Nuu!!♡♡ Al-ready— limit— really— iggu!!♡♡!! Stop— forgive me— FUGYAUUU!!♡♡♡!!"
She knows: the lewd curse at Sion's throat forbids madness. She knows: even if she were pleasured to death, a resurrection spell has been placed upon her. Knowing all of this — the torment continues without pause.
The dark-haired student strokes Sion's sweat-soaked hair with something almost like tenderness, traces trembling skin with gentle fingertips — then pours stronger magical force into the four Writhing Carnal Rings biting into her body.
— KYIIIIIIIIN— —
"Aaaa!!AA!!aaa♡♡♡!! STRONG— NHIII!!♡! IGU!! I'KKU!!♡♡!! NHEEEE!!♡♡♡♡!!!"
The light of the Writhing Carnal Ring vaporizes the sweat from her skin. Searing heat. Deep vibration. Sion's tongue hangs from her lips, eyes rolled white, as she cums. And in the instant after orgasm — at peak sensitivity — she is made to cum again. Over and over. It repeats.
"N!!♡ O!!………——————————~~ugh!!♡♡♡♡!!!"
"I can increase the output further still. And vibration and Lewd Light aren't its only functions. Sensitivity amplification. Enlargement. Enhanced constriction. It has many capabilities. So — with every climax, I'll let you choose whichever you'd like."
"~~…………!!? ~~ugh!!♡♡♡!!"
Into her feverish, half-boiled consciousness — a fact like cold water thrown directly in the face. This is only the beginning. From here, it will increase — little by little. And certainly.
"Nuu——!!♡!! Uuuuu!!♡♡♡!! ~~ugh!!♡♡♡!!!"
"Now — back to the first question. Which part of you, and what kind of torment, do you want? No answer means punishment for all four at once."
"~~ugh~~ugh~~ugh!!?!♡♡♡♡"
And from that point — until the dark-haired student was satisfied.
Sion was subjected to nearly three digits of questions, and pleasure-torment escalation to match.
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