episode_0266

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The humiliation—no, the conditioning—continues.

*Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!*

“Ugh, huuuuuuuuuuuuungh♡♡♡♡”

This time, the areas being tormented are the clitoris and urethra.

A suction device specifically for the clitoris is attached, constantly squeezing and rubbing it.

And in the urethra, a thin, self-pleasuring rod is inserted, reaching the bladder and continuing to vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, vibrate.

The vibrations from the rod inserted into the urethra are directly transmitted to the root of the clitoris… thanks to that, Doraji is constantly assaulted by a chilling, unfamiliar pleasure.

Inserting something into the urethra is a first for her, and that novelty and unfamiliarity further send shivers down her spine.

“Now, now~ stay still~ stay still~★”

The voice belongs to Apple.

Unlike the strategist who’s conditioning the clitoris and urethra, Apple is holding Doraji’s ample breasts with one hand, and with the remaining hand, she’s stabbing medicine-laced needles into the breasts and nipples.

These needles have been stabbed not only into her breasts but also into Doraji’s defenseless armpits, stomach, navel, thighs, and calves.

Each time, the stabbed area not only becomes taut but also turns into an incredibly sensitive erogenous zone.

Now, it’s mainly being stabbed into her chest.

Doraji feels her breasts changing from the inside in real-time and becomes nervous about that change.

‘My body… since the medicine earlier… it’s changing strangely….’

‘No… it was from the beginning… from when I woke up….’

‘It keeps, keeps, keeps, keeps.’

‘Changing… my body, it’s becoming strange…!’

“Are you alright? Any issues? It would be nice if you could say something. Ah, we’ve blocked your mouth, haven’t we.”

The strategist says mockingly, tormenting Doraji’s clitoris and urethra simultaneously.

Soon, Doraji’s clitoris is freed.

But it’s not to allow her rest at all, but to newly apply arousal lotion to the clitoris and suction device.

*Uwoom… Uwooooob…!!*

*Dripping*, the arousal lotion flows down abundantly.

It touches her clitoris, and then the suction device, similarly filled with lotion, surrounds her clitoris.

Once again, the suction device, feeling like moving flesh walls, moves with a *wiing wiing wiing wiing*, squeezing her clitoris and rubbing it with its bumpy protrusions….

“Uwoooooooooooom…!! Uwoom…!!”

Doraji’s restrained body twitches greatly again.

From between her twitching labia, lewd honey continuously gushes out of her vagina, *byurub byurub byurub byurub*.

She should have already released a flood or urine or something a long time ago, but the urethra is blocked by the urethral self-pleasuring rod, so nothing can come out.

That creates even greater frustration and impatience inside Doraji.

‘Stop…! Stop…!!’

The feeling that her body is being fundamentally altered… repeatedly remodeled.

Pleasure and sensitivity that rise without knowing where they will reach, without knowing their limits.

Those things render Doraji helpless.

Those things burden Doraji’s mind.

And that is exactly what the two people conditioning her are aiming for.

They are driving Doraji into a corner and ensnaring her with the fear and horror that she will never be able to return to her original state, that this body will change and never return to its former self.

“Do you feel like reflecting, even a little?”

Apple, newly stabbing a needle into her nipple, whispered to Doraji.

Doraji, gasping and inhaling breath through the gag, slightly shook her head from side to side.

Even in this situation, she doesn’t seem to be able to reflect.

Really, calling her stubborn would be an understatement.

“So it seems, Strategist-nim.”

“I didn’t expect it. …Shall we continue, then.”

The strategist used tools and tape to secure the clitoral suction device, and with the self-pleasuring rod still inserted in her urethra, picked up a new tool.

A thin rod with a rounded tip—a tool for self-pleasuring the cervix.

Holding this tool, which can torment the cervix without damaging the hymen, the strategist applied plenty of medicine to the rod and positioned herself between Doraji’s thighs.

“Now, inserting~ inserting~.”

The strategist, with a gleeful face and a sadistically twisted expression, spread open the hole, confirmed the membrane, and carefully pushed the rod in.

Doraji can only helplessly feel the blunt tip of the rod *seueueueueuk* rubbing against and penetrating the winding vaginal flesh.

The inserted rod soon reached deep inside Doraji.

As a result of the strategist stirring her insides with the rod and checking, she was soon able to find her portio and cervix.

*Kkuuuk*.

The foreign object, the rod, is inserted into Doraji’s cervix.

“Uhm… Uwooooooooooooooooob♡♡♡♡!!”

Doraji twitches once again.

Because the blunt, rounded end of the rod is gouging and digging into Doraji’s narrow cervix.

The rod, covered in medicine, mercilessly torments the cervix, applying the medicine… turning Doraji’s cervix into something hopeless.

Doraji cannot come to her senses.

Doraji cannot come to her senses.

Doraji cannot come to her senses.

*Eueueueueueueum… uwoom…!!*

*Uwoob… uub… kuhuub…!!*

*Clang clang*, the chains of the restraints binding Doraji’s limbs make a sound.

But such resistance is meaningless.

With her strength, it’s impossible to break or cut these restraints… forever….

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How many hours have passed?

The present, where a moment feels like a thousand years and what feels like a long time feels like the blink of an eye, Doraji has already completely lost her sense of time.

Still, she presumes that a considerable amount of time has passed, but the conditioning towards her is still not over.

“Ah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat♡♡♡!!!”

Saliva and lewd moans erupt from Doraji’s mouth.

The gag that was blocking her mouth has been removed.

Also, the body that had been lying face-up is now changed into a shameful doggy-style position, restrained.

Her buttocks are raised high, and her head and breasts are pressed flat against the floor, making her look like she’s bowing, which is pathetic.

And behind Doraji, the strategist is tormenting her anus with a thin anal self-pleasuring tool.

“How is it, the taste of the anus that has been remodeled over several days? Is it alright? Not bad, right? It’s alright.”

The sensation of something going in and out of her anus.

And directly rubbing against the rectal wall as it is, stimulating the uterus beyond it is too unfamiliar and unbearable.

Originally, development would have taken time, but as the strategist said, this body, which has already been ‘remodeled’, can immediately and reliably feel 100% or more pleasure.

Now, this pleasure of being attacked in the anus and rectum… is unbearable.

‘Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaaaa…!!’

Doraji’s reason has long since completely melted away.

All that she can recall now is the sensation that touches her body, where and how she is being tormented, and what kind of pleasure is flooding inside her… that’s all.

The gag is gone, but the blindfold remains.

Although her vision should be blocked, strangely, it feels as though her eyes are flashing.

The strategist ruthlessly continues the conditioning on Doraji’s anus.

Gradually increasing the size of the beads inserted into the anus, and also applying the arousal medicine *chadeuk chadeuk* with a brush to the anus that has swallowed the beads.

The combo attack of the beads piercing the rectum and the arousal medicine brush licking and rubbing the anus.

Doraji is unable to come to her senses due to the soul-sucking attack on her anus.

“Oh my~ please focus over here too~ The response is better than before~ but I still want you to become a little more sensitive~★”

Apple, saying that with a gleeful face, is pressing down on Doraji’s head as if sitting on it, and slipping her hand down towards Doraji’s lower region.

That slender hand presses down on Doraji’s lower abdomen, stimulating the uterus beyond it.

The uterine massage that has been going on for about 30 minutes is slowly showing its effect, and Doraji has become unable to stop feeling chills just from lightly stroking her lower abdomen.

Occasionally, she also inserts medicine-laced needles or uterine development injections, so this uterine massage must have become even more unbearable.

“Cute~ cute~ pat pat~★”

“N-noo…♡♡ Eungeueueueueeut♡♡… haaaaa… ah, ah…♡♡♡!!”

Saying that with a joyful face, Apple’s hand continues the massage, pressing down on Doraji’s lower abdomen.

Anus and uterus.

With her whole body already in a maddened state, being tormented in such places, Doraji’s reason continues to collapse.

Her mental strength is being worn away.

Her self is being erased.

She becomes unable to come to her senses.

She feels herself slowly being erased.

Doraji is falling.

Doraji is being erased.

Doraji is surrendering….

Like that.

The conditioning for him, the torture for him, continues to progress.

For hours, for however long….

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*Clang!*

*Squeeeeeaaaaaak!!*

“Ugh, the smell… isn’t this place ventilated? There’s a vent, but I guess it’s not enough?”

The heavy iron door opens, and Number 13 enters the room.

Then, waving her hand at the smell filling the room, she said.

The room was filled with a thick, sweet-smelling scent of sweat and a lewd, feminine odor.

And inside that room, on a makeshift bed that felt like an operating table, were Doraji, restrained and lying down, and the strategist and Apple, who were on top of Doraji.

Everyone was naked, and their entire bodies were covered in glittering sweat droplets.

In Doraji’s case, who was lying underneath the two, a portion of her lower area was faintly submerged in arousal medicine, due to the excessive amount of arousal medicine applied.

“Ah, haah…? Number 13-nim…★”

“Number 13-nim… huh… why… how… is it already, this late….”

The two stopped kissing Doraji and sucking and kissing her thighs, and stroking their own clitorises and self-pleasuring.

Judging by their appearance, it seems that the two of them had inhaled too much of the aroma of the arousal medicine while conditioning Doraji… and they had become excited and lost their reason.

“Doraji….”

Dorothy, who was held in Number 13’s arm and entered the room together, said with a worried voice.

Number 13, as if telling her not to worry, stroked Dorothy’s neat and easy-to-touch breasts with one hand and headed towards the restraint bed where the three were….