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"Don't move."
"ugh!? gh………~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"Oh~, I can't believe you actually tried to run."
"See, I told you~. I said she'd definitely try to escape."
"I mean — you'd think she'd know it's impossible, right? Running in that body, she'd obviously get caught… and she knows perfectly well that if she gets caught, she'd be punished… maybe getting her brains melted by pleasure every single day has made her a little stupid?"
"hh………nn♡ gh……… s, sorry………gh! I, I won't run again………… I won't run, so please——"
"Too bad~♡ Punishment decided. What should we play today~?"
Sion — cursed with lewd spells, bound with lewd implements, branded with lewd marks — was surrounded by multiple students, her body toyed with freely.
"'Submission.'"
"gh……………………y, yes♡……"
"You've really gotten used to the submission pose, haven't you~. You used to look embarrassed at first — but now you spend more time in this position than any other."
"hh………gh♡ my nipples — don't♡ ah! nn………gh♡"
"Your nipples and clitoris are both swollen up………… you've had lewd toxin rubbed into you so many times, these probably won't go back to normal. Squeezed tight by those piercings and rings — looks painful~"
"gh♡♡ nn! nn, guh!! clit — ah, yah♡ COMING♡ COMING♡♡!"
"It's not 'coming,' is it? You're desperate to come — going mad wanting to be made to come — but no matter what, you can't, right? A pathetic little climax-wish announcement. So pitiful and cute~♡"
Her clitoris was kneaded and worked in slow, grinding circles. Her nipple piercing was tugged, her taut areola scratched and raked — sweat and arousal fluid that burst from her were spread in wet, obscene motions. Against such lewd caresses, Sion did not resist — far from it. She offered her body forward of her own accord, baring her armpits, spreading her legs, panting with desperate need.
"nn!♡ nn♡ COMING, I want to COME♡ I want to COME so BADLY♡♡ kuuunn♡♡♡!!"
"Aha~♡ Hilarious! Grinding her hips and begging to climax — aren't you a good girl~♡"
"But too bad~♡ If you want to come, you're free to do it yourself, you know? It's not like it's forbidden. Well — you can't come from just a little pleasure anymore, which is why you're reduced to this pathetic begging~"
"gh!! gh♡♡ gh——————————————~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡♡!!"
It had been approximately one month since her last climax. Sion had been subjected to pleasure conditioning every day without being allowed to come even once. Days of relentless torment inflicted on a body under the 《Curse of the Climax Floor》. Each time she had been made to come, the pleasure depth required had updated — the minimum threshold raised — until now, no carnal arcana, however powerful, could satisfy the conditions for climax.
"You really can't come no matter what anymore, can you. We tried all kinds of ways to make you come — but every time we did, you'd need even stronger pleasure to come again. A full month of edging — hasn't that made you a little insane?"
"nn♡!? gh! nn nn——————gh♡♡♡♡!!"
"Of course it has. Arousal excitation is practically a daily routine at this point — lust magic gets cast on you at every opportunity — and even so you're kept in a state of permanent forced denial? You're just a punching bag who can't come. By rights you'd be dead, or you'd have bitten your own tongue off."
"gh♡♡ fuh, ah……………gh nn fuh……………gh♡! fuugh……………gh♡♡!"
She rubbed herself desperately against the hard wand thrust between her legs. Wet, slick, gurgling sounds — thick arousal fluid frothing up, trailing in strings. Even so, the student pulled the wand back or shifted its angle at will, and Sion writhed, unable to get the stimulation she needed.
"Don't touch yourself without permission. Masochist pig."
CRACK!
"nn AH!? gh, sorry, I'm sorry, ao♡! nn oh♡♡"
Her bare bottom was struck with full force, leaving a vivid red handprint. Still, her posture did not break. She savored the masochistic pleasure spreading through her entire body.
"nn……………gh♡♡ nn uu♡…………gh~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡♡"
"You've really started to love being bullied, haven't you~. So different from when you first started."
"Your face is bright red~♡ You're so embarrassed — but you can't win against the urge to come anymore, can you? We've made you do all kinds of things — but in the end you grovel on your own, so we barely even need to use the lewd brands to command you."
"gh♡ y, yes♡ yes♡ gh……………………wh, whatever you say, I'll do it………gh♡ s, so please — COME, make me COME♡ please make me COME already♡ please, I'm begging you♡ masochist pig Sion — please make me feel good♡♡♡"
She begged in a sweet voice, through tears. Swinging her hips, moaning, arousal fluid dripping. She knew doing this only tightened the noose around her own neck — she knew perfectly well that the students around her would never show her mercy. And yet she had no choice but to plead. The edging torment was that agonizing — repeated every single day, without end.
"You want to be bullied, do you~? What should I do~? What do you want next? Should I share the sensation of your clit through this toy and hand copies out for everyone to play with? Or should I soak you in the itch-drug again and do a group tickle session? You liked that, didn't you? Itchy and ticklish and feeling so good but unable to come — layers and layers of suffering piling on top of each other — you love that, don't you?"
"hyiii……gh♡……gh♡!?"
A purple sphere, small enough to sit in a palm. The magic circle on its surface began to glow — and at the same moment, the Quivering Anguish Ring on her clitoris lit with magical light. A magic implement that could link the sensation of any registered body part at will. Duplicate it in mass, and dozens of students could all play with Sion's clitoris simultaneously, however they pleased.
"No no — we're bored of that kind of gentle torment already, aren't we? That level can't make you come anymore. How about I wreck your pussy and ass like we haven't done in a while~♡ My whole arm might fit by now — you get skewered every night in the Flesh Cage, after all. Today I'll fuck you until you come~♡"
"~~~~~~~~~~gh!!♡♡♡! ——————~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡♡"
――― spurt………… spurt…………… ―――
Her knees trembled violently. She shook her head — trying to show she didn't want that — but her body was honest. Arousal fluid overflowed with anticipation and excitement. The mere possibility of being made to come was enough for her body to fall into obedience on its own.
"I think I'll reinforce the lewd brand carved into her nipples. It wasn't complete yet — today I'll engrave it deeper. If she's lucky, she might be able to come from a milk-ejaculation orgasm."
"ah, nn!?♡ nn oh♡ no! ah♡ there, no…………AH♡♡!!!"
Her nipples were crushed and ground as though being wrung out. In her small breasts, swollen mammary glands ached and throbbed. Without the Curse of the Climax Floor, the pleasure would have been enough to make her squirt and climax. And now it might be intensified still further.
"fuh~♡ FUH♡ fuh gh♡♡ gh!! nn nn nn uuugh……………~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡"
"Now then — you can pick whichever one you like. We'll accommodate our little guinea pig's preferences. Choose whichever you want done to you most~?"
"gh!? ah……………ugh……ch, choose……gh? auugh♡"
"Right now. Okay — three, two, one~……………………"
"ah, AH! wait, I can't just — eh, I can't choose, hyiiin!?♡♡♡"
Without warning, she was made to choose her own method of execution. The thinking capacity of Sion's mind — dissolved after so long an ordeal of denial — could not possibly make a choice. And on top of that, a finger was shoved into her anus from behind without warning.
"GH OH EH!!?♡ ——————~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡♡♡!?! ♡♡!!!"
"Too bad — time's up. Nothing for it — how about we do everything?"
"Oh, lucky you~♡ Your chances of coming today just went up."
"This way the whole class can divide roles. Let's prepare lots of implements — link up sensations from places other than her clitoris too. Now then — let's go for a new record~"
"ah……………AAAAAAH♡♡ no, stop………stop……………AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡!!!"
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"gh……………gh……………gh♡……………gh♡♡♡"
"Ahh — too bad. Couldn't come today either."
"Everyone knows exactly what they're doing — and they're being cruel on purpose. The restriction is already so severe — and they edge you right at the very last moment, so in the end you can never climax."
"Poor thing~………… I really was going to make you come. But well — you can try again tomorrow, right?"
Surrounded by three students, she was escorted to the underground cell with the Flesh Cage. Sion's heart and body were at their limit. The light had gone from her blue eyes — her sanity held together by nothing but the curse marks forcing her mind to stay intact.
The door to the underground prison was opened. She was made to stand before the Flesh Cage inside the containment cell.
"Let's see — today's violation points total eight hundred and thirty-nine. The attempted escape this morning was particularly heavy."
"The moment we take our eyes off you, you try to run. It's hard to believe you've reflected on anything at all."
"………… we were the ones who told her she could try to run. Who knows how many years the contract period has been extended by now — at this rate, she's a slave for life. If there's even the slightest chance, of course she'd try to escape."
"……………gh………gh……………"
A false hope, shattered. The illusion of freedom dangled before her, then torn away — plunged into despair again and again. How many times she had been through this, she could no longer count. The conditioning worked on Sion's body progressed without limit. Every day the suffering grew worse.
"Now — 'get in.' I'll come for you again tomorrow morning."
"ugh………ah♡……gh♡……hya………no, I don't want to……gh~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡♡"
Squelch………Slick, churn……………
She could not disobey. She stepped her slender legs into the dissolving Flesh Cage. Her slender body — softened by sweat and arousal fluid — was coiled in tentacles and lifted.
"nn♡ nn uugh!? nn buh♡♡♡ gh nn gu muu uuugh♡♡!!!"
The Flesh Cage closed — and squeezed with enough force to make her entire body creak and groan. Her slender hands and feet, down to each individual finger, were bound. Tentacles bit into her belly, her thighs, her upper arms, her soft skin. And a tentacle prying her jaw open slid slickly down deep into her throat.
"OH……geh, EH EH!?!♡!?!"
"Oh — going in from the top today. Her throat is bulging. Can she even breathe?"
"Who knows — she's probably fine. It'll fill her stomach and intestines and come out the bottom, right? And with that, her inside and outside are completely restrained — a night of tickle-torment on every weak point. Even as punishments go, that's extreme."
"And this repeats every night — and on days without class, she stays in there for a full day and night — and when she gets let out, she's our toy. What a lovely life."
The students confirmed that the Flesh Cage enclosing Sion had hardened, locked the underground cell door, and climbed the stairs laughing together. The cell was swallowed in darkness — every sense but touch was numbed.
Squelch, thrust……slick, plunge, slick……………
"gh……………gh♡ GOBO……………gh♡ kah hyugh……………gh♡ oh, buh……………gh♡♡♡"
Gastric fluid seeped from between her lips — barely managing to draw breath. Thin tentacles forced their way into her nostrils and ears, beginning to consume Sion's body. Any part not bound was a target for the Flesh Cage's caresses. Her most sensitive spots were stimulated — her body wrung for every last drop of fluid. Even straining with all her strength, she could do nothing more than make the suspended Flesh Cage sway faintly, the steel chain letting out a tiny creak.
"gh……………gh♡!………gh……………nn buh……………uugh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~gh♡♡!!"
She had thought this living hell would go on forever.
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"Sion. It has been decided that you will be transferred to the Witches' Association."
"gh…………………………gh?……………ah……ugh…………?"
She could no longer remember how long ago it had been. But she was certain a contract had been made.
'In lieu of being handed over to the Witches' Association — to cooperate with the academy as teaching material for its classes.'
That was what the contract had said. With a mind boiled soft by sleepless, ceaseless pleasure-hell, she strained to think. The contract period had already been extended unjustly again and again — she had been put through horrors beyond imagining — and now, on top of that, to have her false charges confirmed meant Sion still had no idea why she was being made to suffer this way.
With a tongue that would barely form words, she tried to raise an objection. But the instructor gave her no foothold — and declared in an absolute tone:
"I'm sorry — but this is a decided matter. A summary proceeding has already been conducted. Based on the submitted evidence, the witness declarations, and your conduct in fulfilling the contract terms, the ruling has been handed down."
Forced out of the Flesh Cage and made to stand in submission posture, she was told: that there would be no class today. That transfer would take place immediately. That nothing she might say now would change anything.
"You will be sent to the 《Eternal Servitude Correction Bureau》. As your sentence is life, you will be treated as experimental material there until your death."
Her body would not move. Her voice would not come. There was nothing to do but accept what she was told.
"Correction is the name only. It is a facility whose true purpose is the permanent enslavement and exploitation of witches. Methods for manipulating witches' bodies and compelling their obedience are researched there."
"……………gh!!………gh~~~~~~~~~~gh!?!"
A black sphere was summoned behind the instructor. Approximately sixty centimeters in diameter. From its interior, darkened tentacles emerged and extended toward Sion's body.
"The mechanism is the same as the Flesh Cage. The inside is somewhat smaller — but it is a prisoner-transport unit, so please bear with it."
"nn!? nn muu uugh! nn uuu uuu!!!"
Her body was folded. With overwhelming, irresistible force, her limbs were twisted and wrenched — her torso bent to fit inside the sphere, and locked in place.
"I had hoped that cooperating with the classes would lead to your rehabilitation — but violation points accumulated every day, and the contract period only continued to extend. I'm sorry — but it has been determined that there is not even the minimum necessary potential for rehabilitation. I pray you will become the foundation of research that benefits everyone at the Correction Bureau."
She offered these hollow words to Sion, who could not speak. Once Sion was forced inside the sphere, her form could be seen through the semi-transparent outer shell — pressed within. Sion could not see out. She was packed tightly into the narrow restraint sphere, tentacles filling every gap.
"It is approximately one week's journey to the Correction Bureau. You will not be able to leave once you are there — but you will not die, so please rest easy."
……………creak…………crack crack crack creak……………
"gh……………gh——————~~~~~~~~~~gh♡!?!?!"
Further — to compress Sion's body to its absolute limit — the restraint sphere began to contract. The pressure was so severe she could barely breathe. At that size, the outer shell hardened — making escape forever impossible.
"What awaits you there is not the gentle carnal arcana practiced by the students of this academy. It is powerful enslavement magic for bringing seasoned witches to heel. This will be your last week of relative peace — I hope you will savor it."
"Farewell."
"gh……………gh!?!?!! ……………………………GHGHGHGH!!!!!!"
The restraint sphere enclosing Sion was swallowed into a magic circle — and vanished.
Several years had passed since Sion — falsely accused — had first been taken as teaching material for carnal arcana. Sion's body, remade by countless lewd curses and magic drugs, had outlived its usefulness as teaching material.
And releasing a Sion who carried the carnal arcana of every student in the academy carved into her body was simply not an option. The ruling to confine her to a pleasure-prison from which she would never emerge had been decided from the moment she signed the contract.
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— Chapter Two —
《Eternal Servitude Correction Bureau》
■ TRUE NAME: SION LORELYTE
Crime : Destruction of Magical Property
Status : Experimental Subject — Lewd Arts Research
Sentence : Life
Expelled from Leticia Academy of Magical Arts
Human rights revoked
Registered as permanent experimental subject
■ FACILITY: ETERNAL SERVITUDE CORRECTION BUREAU
Witches' Association directly-managed correction and detention facility
Base management for enslavement magic experiment and research
■ SPECIMEN NO. 713
《 Conditioning Record 》
Sensitivity : 874,035×
Climax Count : 1,083
Conditioning Period: 26,377 hours
Max Climax Depth : Level 36
《 Lewd Brands 》
・Lewd Brand of Slave-Lust Submission
・Sense-Perception Binding Command Curse
・Forbidden Falsehood Lewd Curse
・Lewd Brand of Anal Binding Forbidden Pleasure
・Lewd Brand of Forbidden Corruption
・Lewd Brand of Demonic Pleasure
・Lewd Curse of Searing Brand Torment
・Lewd Edict of Pleasure-Lust Fluid Swelling
《 Lewd Implements 》
・Lewd Slave Piercing
・Demonic Pleasure Needle
・Quivering Anguish Ring
・Ring of Masochistic Suffering
・Itching Pleasure Needle
・Pleasure Rhythm Implement
《 Lewd Curses 》
・Curse of the Climax Floor
(Climax Condition: Maximum Climax Depth Update)
・Demonic Seal of Lewd Binding
・Slave Brand Sorcery
・Soul-Binding Eternal Slave Curse Mark
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