The basement is the eighteenth level of humiliation in hell.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."

A groan, seemingly rising from hell, was heard, a sound that sent chills down one's spine. It started faintly, but gradually grew louder and clearer, until finally becoming unbearable.

Mihoko-sensei suddenly opened her eyes; the groan was coming from herself. Her body burned like fire. Touching her neck, it felt slippery. Her mind was hazy, and she felt as if she weren't herself.

Memories gradually returned. She was in the basement bed brought by the headmaster, wearing a red bathrobe, seemingly having fallen asleep while crying.

What time was it? She couldn't guess because there were no windows.

A strong pain throbbed inside her body. The chastity belt was stuck in her labia. No, not only that, this unbearable restlessness inexplicably arose, and her nipples became extremely sensitive. She touched her inner thigh; it was sticky there too. Why was it so wet? Could it be that ointment...? Ms. Mihoko remembered the ointment the headmaster had applied to her sensitive areas. Perhaps it contained aphrodisiac ingredients...? Thinking this made the whole situation seem plausible.

When she focused on her body, she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach and breasts. Her nipples were red and erect, probably due to the same thing.

In any case, the headmaster was truly a cunning person... Ms. Mihoko tried to kneel on the bed to calm herself down. But this only made the chastity belt sink deeper, amplifying her arousal, forcing her to adopt a side-sitting position. It

was hot, unbearably hot. She opened the neckline of her bathrobe, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her upturned nipples looked as if they were begging to be touched. Unable to resist the temptation, she gently touched them, and a strong sensation shot through her mind.

Ah, what's wrong with me? This is a feeling of restlessness I've never experienced before. Being placed here in a state of excitement, and having aphrodisiac ointment applied all over my body by the headmaster, was causing strange changes in my body.

Because of sweating, her breasts easily slipped, and when she lifted them from below and gently stroked them, she experienced an intense pleasure that almost made her unable to support her upper body. At the same time, she felt a desire to continue stroking her breasts.

Knowing it was wrong, she still tried to pinch her nipples. In that instant, a uterine-shrinking pleasure arose in her vulva, followed by a small explosion above her buttocks.

Ah, so good… Involuntarily, her right hand reached between her thighs. Her fingers touched a deep leather strap, a chastity belt—now she finally understood why the director had put such a thing on her.

Chastity belts were a design from the era of chivalry, created to protect the chastity of wives; it is said that later Christians used them to prevent masturbation, and that was the director's purpose.

Knowing she couldn't masturbate, the anxiety intensified. Her lust grew increasingly intense. Thinking she had to find a way, she looked down between her thighs and found a urethral opening below the triangular strap, large enough for a finger to pass through. Without hesitation, she inserted her index finger there and played with her clitoris.

The stimulation of her clitoris only fueled her desire. For the first time in her life, Ms. Mihoko felt a genuine yearning for intercourse within herself.

Seeing herself in the mirror, her bathrobe completely open in the front, writhing in agony, simultaneously playing with her clitoris and nipples, only heightened her excitement.

'It seems you're enjoying yourself alone.'

Suddenly hearing a voice, she looked up to see the head priest in his clerical robes standing there. She had probably been too focused to hear him enter. Ms. Mihoko quickly closed the front of her bathrobe.

'Don't bother hiding it. I already know what you want. Open your bathrobe and show me your breasts!'

With a lewd smile, the head priest uttered these obscene words.

'Please remove this chastity belt!'

Ms. Mihoko, forgetting her earlier actions, glared angrily at the head priest.

'What are you going to do with it?'

'...'

Ms. Mihoko was speechless. He was truly a treacherous man, probably intending to thoroughly torment her.

"Oh, is it something embarrassing that you can't say out loud? Hehehe, I'll say it for you, you want to masturbate, you want to stick your fingers into your wet vagina."

"Ah, don't say it..."

How lewd those words were. Ms. Mihoko involuntarily covered her ears and curled up. At that moment, the director approached the bed, bent down, and slipped his hand between Ms. Mihoko's thighs, whispering in her ear,

"Actually, you have something you want to do more than masturbate, don't you?"

"No, no, I don't want to hear it..."

Ms. Mihoko shook her head vigorously. The more the director said, the more painful it became. The director's hand began to grope between her slick thighs.

"Hehehe, it's already so wet. It must feel good because the chastity belt is stuck on your vagina!"

The director's fingers pressed hard against the belt against her vagina. Before she knew it, his other hand had begun to caress her breasts.

"Ah...no..."

The initial calm of excitement was quickly replaced by the lewdness of her hands.

"You say no, but your body says it needs it. Let me check how excited you are!"

The director slipped his fingers through the gap in the chastity belt and began to fondle her erect clitoris.

"Ah, please, I'll..."

Her hands, which had been pressing against her ears, now clutched her head, and Mihoko's body arched backward. The black chastity belt sank between her legs, making her snow-white thighs appear even more radiant.

"Your body can't take it anymore."

The director began to gently flick her nipples with his tongue. This stimulation caused her barely maintained dam to collapse.

"Director, please, do it to me..."

Abandoning all pride, she shook her head and clung to the director. But the director pushed Mihoko's body away with both hands.

"You seem much more honest now. So, what do you want me to do to you?"

"Ah...I want that, that, sex." '

Abandoning all shame, Ms. Mihoko, eager to obtain the throbbing, hot penis as quickly as possible, lifted the hem of the head priest's clerical robe and reached inside.

'Hehehe, finally showing your true nature, you bitch. Don't be so polite, just say you want it inside!'

Ms. Mihoko no longer had the strength to play word games with him. Perhaps it was her luck, but under the clerical robe, the head priest was naked. Her hand immediately touched an unusually hard lump, a rod-shaped thing that trembled and pulsated when gripped. Ms. Mihoko abruptly threw off her bathrobe, jumped off the bed without hesitation, and rubbed her pink face against the penis.

'Oh...you're quite excited. But this isn't enough. If you want this, you have to kiss my ass first. My asshole gets very excited when kissed.'

The director forcefully removed Ms. Mihoko's hands, lifted her clothes, and thrust his bare buttocks towards her. Ms. Mihoko hesitated for a moment. But her body, smeared with aphrodisiac ointment, obeyed her commands. Ms. Mihoko forcefully spread apart the plump buttocks before her with both hands, and gently licked the hairy anus with the tip of her tongue.

'Hehehe, great, it tastes good, doesn't it? Because I just defecated.'

Hearing him say that, it did indeed taste good, but Ms. Mihoko, her mind numbed by lust, didn't care at all. Now, as long as she could arouse the director's lust, she felt she could do anything. Urged again, she concentrated her tongue on one spot with the force she could squeeze into the anus.

'Mmm... great. You've made great progress in these few hours. Lick the testicles while

you're at it!' The director's testicles were dark and large, looking very ugly. Under normal circumstances, even with the strongest lust, she wouldn't want to put them in her mouth. But now there's no repulsion at all, which is strange. Ms. Mihoko licked down from the perineum. She took the ugly scrotum into her mouth, licking its thick surface with her tongue, while her hand reached forward to grasp the penis and tighten it around her.

'Mmm, so beautiful.'

The director wiggled his buttocks in pleasure. The other testicle, not in her mouth, swayed against her face, and Ms. Mihoko made the one in her mouth swirl on her tongue. When she pressed hard with her tongue, the smooth ball would escape, a sensation that made her feel incredibly happy. Soon after, secretions flowed from the tip of the penis, making her stroking easier.

'Hey, put your finger in your anus!'

The director said, his breathing becoming particularly rapid. Having lost the ability to think and become the director's robot, Ms. Mihoko, upon hearing the command, pressed the middle finger of her other hand against the anus. While pressing it in forcefully, her mouth also sucked hard on the scrotum.

'Ah…'

The director's buttocks began to tremble. Ms. Mihoko intensified her manipulation of the testicles in her mouth while simultaneously pushing her fingers into her anus. The director wasn't the only one excited; Ms. Mihoko, acting on orders, was nearly fainting from excitement at having never experienced anything like this before.

'Stop playing with the testicles. This time, from the front… no, leave the fingers in your ass like that, don't pull them out…'

the director hummed as he completely stripped off his clothes, reaching behind to grab Ms. Mihoko's hair. He then turned to face her, pointing his erect, throbbing penis at her. Ms.

Mihoko reinserted the fingers she had already pulled out into her anus, licking upwards from the base of the penis, paying particular attention to the lower edge of the glans.

'Oh, hehehe… right there, that lower edge feels the best.'

Looking up, Ms. Mihoko saw the director's nostrils flaring. His eyes were vacant yet focused, a picture of pure ecstasy.

This expression emboldened Ms. Mihoko, who, ignoring the pain of pubic hair prickling her face, licked the most sensitive area—the cleft—from the groin to the small opening. Because she deliberately squatted, the chastity belt dug into her flesh, sending intense pleasure through her. A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out, running down her thighs; Ms. Mihoko herself could feel it.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible, taking the tip of the penis into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. The director's hand, which had been gripping her hair, tightened, and the penis throbbed in her mouth.

Driven by instinct, Ms. Mihoko moved her lips up and down, performing oral sex. The fingers inserted in her anus barely moved. Perhaps due to extreme excitement, the penis filled her mouth completely, yet she didn't experience difficulty breathing; unlike before, even the glans touching her throat didn't cause her to cough. The dark, gleaming penis moved in and out of Ms. Mihoko's mouth like a piston. Ms. Mihoko was intoxicated by the friction.

But the director didn't let her remain intoxicated.

'Okay, that's enough… this will explode.' The

penis was suddenly pulled out of Ms. Mihoko's mouth, leaving her with a momentary emptiness. But the director immediately made her lie face down and began removing the chastity belt, so she obediently allowed him to do as he pleased.

When the chastity belt was removed from her vulva, Ms. Mihoko experienced an indescribable sense of relief, and felt deeply moved.

"Ah...Director..."

Her vulva, engorged and purple from the series of stimulations, her labia, wet with vaginal fluid, seemed to be pleading for the penis to open.

"Ah, the opening is fully open."

The director said, twisting his index and middle fingers around the panting labia. Ms. Mihoko moaned continuously, and suddenly both fingers were deeply inserted.

"Ah..."

Ms. Mihoko twisted her buttocks, still bearing the marks of the chastity belt, her upper body arching like a bitch's, her black hair flying wildly in the air before landing on her snow-white shoulders. She could even feel her vagina tightening around the fingers inside.

'It seems you're starving, you've already started to clench.'

The director's two fingers seemed to be digging and probing alternately, even adding thrusting motions. When pulled outwards, bright red petals emerged, along with a large amount of nectar. The thumb massaged the clitoris incessantly outside.

The contractions inside the vagina quickly turned into spasms throughout her buttocks, causing Ms. Mihoko's buttocks to tremble uncontrollably, her hands gripping the carpet tightly.

'Ah, please, Director, come quickly...'

'Hehehe, not yet... you'll get even more excited!'

Continuing to caress the clitoris, the two fingers twisted inside the love cave, the director continued to tease Ms. Mihoko in this way.

The flowing nectar soaked the pubic hair, forming a trail down her thighs.

'Ah, I feel so strange... something's wrong, please save me, ah...'

Ms. Mihoko finally reached orgasm, her whole body trembling, shaking her head frantically, screaming incessantly.

At this moment, the director's fingers stopped, but seeing that Ms. Mihoko was taking a deep breath and preparing to catch her breath, he thrust his fingers deep into her vagina again, bringing her to another orgasm.

This repeated several times until Ms. Mihoko was sweating profusely and panting. Only then did the director begin to penetrate her.

'Ms. Nishijo, you understand a little bit of real pleasure now, don't you? But this is only the beginning.'

The director gripped his penis, rotating the purplish-red tip around her wet opening, coating it with Ms. Mihoko's fluids, before thrusting his hips forward, inserting his penis into her vagina.

'Ah…'

Ms. Mihoko felt as if the ground beneath her feet was disappearing, then as if she were being tossed into the air, screaming and clutching her head. It was a trembling sensation she had never experienced before.

After deeply inserting his penis into her delicate vagina, the director immediately began to writhe his hips. The director's penis made Ms. Mihoko feel as if it had reached her internal organs. A feeling of immense fulfillment washed over her as the tip repeatedly touched the uterine wall, causing sparks of pleasure to fly from her eyes and a jolt of electricity to run through her body.

'Oh, what a powerful grip, it's like a pair of pliers!'

The path to her uterus began to contract violently, clamping down on the rod-shaped flesh. The director would stop his hip movements and then switch to circular motions. This action brought immense stimulation to Ms. Mihoko, creating a fear that her internal organs would be ripped out.

Like endless waves, countless waves of orgasm surged through Ms. Mihoko's body. Her body now seemed to react solely to its own pleasure principle, and her conscious mind felt as if it were about to leave her body.

The penis relentlessly pierced through her vaginal opening. When her hairy lower abdomen touched her rounded buttocks, her juices sprayed out. Ms. Mihoko arched her back, emitting lewd sounds. Soon, Ms. Mihoko's hands could barely support her upper body weight; she could only lift her buttocks, her face and chest pressed against the ground. At this point, the director launched an even more ferocious attack, accelerating the piston-like movements while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris with his hand.

'Ah, I can't take it anymore... what should I do?' "I...I'm going to die...ah..."

Teacher Mihoko reached her peak, her breasts flattened on the carpet. The friction, combined with the stimulation of her clitoris, instantly brought her to the climax, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.

The pain in her buttocks brought Teacher Mihoko back to consciousness.

She could think but couldn't move. Looking closely, she saw his hands raised high, bound with rope, his legs bent almost to his stomach, tied to the iron railings of the bed in this position. Because of the sitting position, his buttocks were thrust upwards.

Seeing the director kneeling there, Teacher Mihoko instantly understood why her buttocks were moving. A hard, erect penis was about to penetrate her anus.

"I don't want to! It hurts!"

As she tried to struggle, the ropes below her knees tightened and dug into her flesh.

"Are you awake? Actually, there's no need to be afraid. Just bear with it a little longer, and you'll feel better soon."

The director said, sweat beading on his face. His pale skin regained some color, and Teacher Mihoko felt as if she had fallen into the deepest hell.

"Please, spare me!"

"Don't talk nonsense, and don't act like a victim. Aren't you enjoying it? You can't say you aren't."

The director gently pressed the center of the petals with his finger, which quickly disappeared into the crevice.

"Ah..."

A swirling vortex appeared in Ms. Mihoko's mind, causing her to involuntarily twist her body. Although she didn't know how much time had passed, the afterglow of the pleasure still lingered in her body.

"Perhaps you don't realize it yourself, but your body is very sensitive to pleasure. For many years, I have been searching for a woman like this. Ms. Nishijo, you are almost my ideal. In the future, for my sake, and even for the sake of this school, I will need you to be active. For this, you must first learn what I teach you well. If you don't learn it well, I won't let you leave here."

What kind of talk is this? Does it sound like something a normal person would say? I came to this school to teach English, but why am I doing things like a prostitute? Ms. Mihoko felt anger rising from within, but when the director resumed his attack on her anus, she was immediately pulled back to reality.

'It's so tight, this anus. But... it's gradually opening up.'

'Ugh...'

A splitting pain shot through her buttocks, slowly spreading down her back. It felt like her buttocks were on fire. If her legs were free, she would have struggled desperately. The director must have anticipated this, which is why he tied her up.

He pressed down and pulled back, pulled back and pressed down again, and after several repetitions, the glans suddenly slid into her narrow anus. A sharp pain made Ms. Mihoko forget she was tied up, and she frowned and struggled. The ropes binding her feet pulled on the bed frame, making a creaking sound.

'No, I'll die...'

'It's alright, you won't die, this smooth feeling is especially beautiful, just bear with it a little longer!'

The penis pushed aside the resisting sphincter and continued to penetrate deeper.

'Ah, I can't take it...'

'Doing it this way might make it easier for you to bear.'

The director continued to move her buttocks back and forth, while stroking her clitoris with his hand. That didn't reduce the pain; it only amplified a strange sense of anxiety. But when the director penetrated to a certain point, the pain lessened considerably when he withdrew and then thrust back in.

'It's getting easier and easier; there's a bit of pleasure in it now.'

Saying it's pleasure would be grammatically incorrect, but the stimulating sensation was undeniable. And it felt more fulfilling than the vaginal sensation, like an electric shock to the brain. This impact, combined with the clitoral sensation, gradually created a vortex of pleasure within Mihoko's body.

The director's buttocks began to rotate, each thrust becoming smoother, eventually turning into a trembling motion. Mihoko felt as if her body was splitting in two, and she was terrified of losing control of her bladder.

'Ah, no. No... what should I do...'

The sensation of her buttocks slipping away gradually spread to her waist, swirling into the vortex of numbness, and the ceiling began to spin.

'Hahaha, you look like a spoiled baby; you'll go even crazier!'

Mihoko truly believed her body was about to disintegrate. Her uterus contracted continuously, and her bound legs twitched like the legs of a dissected frog. Wrinkles etched directional lines on her smooth forehead, her cheeks twitched incessantly, and her mouth was contorted.

She felt the penis inside her anus begin to swell, and at the same time, the director let out a soft moan.

'Ugh... I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, ah...'

The penis was immediately pulled from her vagina, and with a moan, white fluid spurted out.

The spurting white fluid splattered on Mihoko's stomach and mons pubis. Although Mihoko couldn't resist the violence that forced her to submit to the flesh, a corner of her heart began to feel uneasy about her future.

From that day on, Mihoko began a life of imprisonment, completely cut off from the outside world, unable to grasp the passage of time. At least, to Mihoko, it felt like an eternity. She

clearly knew that the director's goal was to train her into a sex slave. The first step the director took to train Mihoko was to strip her of her humanity.

Therefore, Mihoko was forced to urinate and defecate in front of the director. She was given enemas when she refused to eat, and forced to drink beer. On the other hand, whenever she had time, she was asked to perform oral sex, supposedly to stimulate her libido. She was tricked into masturbating with various fake toys. Through this series of actions, Ms. Mihoko finally realized that she was nothing more than a female animal.

As Ms. Mihoko began to become submissive, the headmaster started teaching her various sexual techniques. This was all very new and exciting for Ms. Mihoko, who had no sexual experience, and it completely overturned her previous values.

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