[Azur Lane - The Torture and Discipline of the Masochistic Atago] [Author: U-chan]

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Deep beneath the ocean, in the depths of a dark and secluded tunnel, lies a small, gloomy cell. Through
the iron bars of the cell door, one can see a person in a white naval
uniform .
Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it is Atago of IJN. Her face is flushed, even with one cheek
pressed against the cold ground.
Not long ago, Atago sailed alone on the high seas, an area frequently teeming with Siren fleets,
extremely dangerous. Yet, Atago showed no fear, heading straight for the most dangerous waters.
As expected, Siren ships soon appeared from all directions. Atago remained undaunted. When
the Siren boats swarmed her, she offered no resistance, not even turning her main guns or torpedo tubes,
willingly surrendering to the Sirens.
In the cell, although Atago's body is bound and unable to move, she still appears to enjoy
it . It turns out Atago deliberately "sacrificed herself," intentionally getting captured to experience the Sirens' "treatment" of her
.
The Sirens' method of binding her was ingenious: two ropes were wrapped around Atago's two full breasts and tightly
bound , making the two mounds of flesh even more prominent and causing them to become engorged and more sensitive. Another rope
passed under her crotch, constricting her urethra, vagina, and anus.
Atago was currently closing her eyes, recalling her experience of being captured by the Sirens.
The Sirens' small boats swarmed forward, grabbing her arms and twisting them behind her back. Then her ship rigging
was violently stripped off, followed by a rope around her neck, which wrapped around her body,
quickly restraining Atago.
This violent treatment and binding aroused Atago's lust; she actually hoped that the Sirens would simply
strip her clothes off, leaving her naked, bound, and then
led to a cell in front of a crowd of Sirens.
Thinking of this, Atago involuntarily squeezed her legs together and struggled slightly, twisting her body so that
the rope between her thighs rubbed against her urethra, anus, and clitoris through her underwear, bringing intense pleasure. The rope was
deeply embedded in Atago's flesh, leaving rope marks. The pleasure made her pant softly, her cheeks flushed.
At the same time, Atago's breasts became engorged and larger than before due to the binding. She lay on the ground, letting
her breasts rub against the ground, causing the rope to rub against the base of her breasts, immediately sending
a large amount . In addition, Atago continued to squeeze her legs together, and soon, her genitals secreted a lot of fluid, soaking
her underwear and the rope between her thighs.
However, she could not reach orgasm. This stimulation became a torment,
the torment of being stimulated but unable to orgasm. She hoped that the Sirens would treat her in a special way later.
She panted softly, imagining what the Sirens might do to her, and continued to masturbate.
After a while, noisy footsteps echoed in the corridor outside. Atago realized the Sirens had arrived and
immediately lay back down on the floor.
With a bang, the cell door opened, and several small Sirens rushed in, grabbing
Atago without a word and dragging her out.
Atago was completely bewildered, being pushed and shoved into a large room. Then, they closed
the door left, leaving Atago alone in the room. The room was spacious,
with no place to sit. Atago walked around the room, finding nothing, and could only stand obediently, waiting
, even anticipating, what would happen next.
Not long after, footsteps sounded outside the room, the door opened, and a person entered—
the Siren's aircraft carrier, the Chess Player.
"You're an Atago, a Takao-class ship of the Sakura Empire, aren't you? What are you doing in our waters?" the Chess
Player asked immediately.
"Yes, I am Atago, the second ship of the Takao-class," Atago replied. "Big sister, I just accidentally wandered into
this area, hehehe."
"Hey! Behave yourself, do you even know what this place is for!?" the Chess Master shouted.
"What is this place for?" Atago asked provocatively, feigning ignorance. "It's just a dilapidated
house, there's nothing here."
"This is a high-tech interrogation room equipped with Sirens' advanced technology. You know what an interrogation room is for, right?"
"I don't know? What is it for? Hehe~" Atago continued to play dumb.
"Hey! Give me a proper answer, it's not good to make me angry in a place like this!" the Chess Master
shouted angrily. She snapped her fingers, and a section of the floor suddenly cracked open, revealing a
square hole. From the hole rose a triangular wooden horse supported by four wooden legs.
Atago stared at the sharp, gleaming edges of the triangular wooden horse, swallowed hard, her eyes showing
no fear, but rather anticipation, though the Chess Master didn't notice.
"Scared? If you don't want to ride on this thing, then tell me what you're doing here!"
"What is this thing? Big sister, I don't understand!"
Atago's provocation was successful; the Chess Master was completely enraged.
"Don't play dumb with me! I told you, making me angry isn't a good thing!" The Chess Master
angrily rushed forward, untied the ropes binding Atago, and began tearing at her naval uniform.
Although Atago was no longer bound by the ropes, she could have easily resisted the Chess Master, but she didn't struggle.
She stood obediently in place, letting the Chess Master remove her clothes.
After her outer clothes were removed, Atago was left only with her underwear and panties, her entire body exposed. It was extremely shameful,
but Atago also particularly enjoyed this feeling.
At this moment, the Chess Master clapped her hands, and a pulley extended from the ceiling. While Atago was still wondering about
the purpose of the pulley, the Chess Master had already tied her wrists with ropes and hung her on the pulley.
The pulley started, the rope was pulled up, and Atago was suspended in the air, only
the tips of touching the ground.
"Hey!" The chess player pressed a sharp knife against Atago's bra and asked, "Are you going to talk or not?
If you don't, I'm really going to hang you up there!" The chess player pointed to the triangular rocking horse.
"What's that? I really don't know!" Atago said.
"Fine! Then let you try!"
The chess player exerted force, the knife slicing through Atago's bra, which broke and fell to the ground.
A full breast popped out.
The chess player used the same method to cut open Atago's panties, and now, without the protection of her underwear, Atago
was hanging naked in the air.
Her private parts had been exposed to others, and she was being hung there in such shame, yet she didn't blush at all;
instead, was very excited. The chess player didn't understand why Atago was reacting this way; she didn't notice
the small amount of fluid secreted from
Atago's genitals. The chess player raised her hand and slapped Atago's breast, the crisp "smack"
echoing throughout the interrogation room.
"Ah~" Atago only let out a slight moan, more like a soft gasp than a moan.
The chess player, completely bewildered, ordered the pulley to raise Atago, and then hoisted her onto the triangular wooden horse. The
chess player spread Atago's legs apart, placing them on either side of the wooden horse, and then manipulated the pulley to slowly lower Atago
until her crotch was only about 2 centimeters from the edge of the wooden horse.
The chess player squeezed Atago's breasts again, then said,
"Enjoy it!"
With a wave of her hand, the pulley slammed down, and Atago was slammed onto the rocking horse. The horse's edges
delivered a tremendous impact to Atago's perineum.
"Ah!" The chess player finally heard Atago cry out in pain.
"Hahaha, now you know what this is for, right?" the chess player mocked.
Pain! But it feels so good! This thought echoed in Atago's mind.
She began to make low sounds, but what came out of her mouth were not painful groans, but rather
lewd moans of pleasure.
The chess player was increasingly confused. She felt that the torture wasn't severe enough and should be intensified.
She removed Atago's two white high heels, revealing a pair of alluring feet clad in black stockings,
and then tied ropes around the ankles of both feet, connecting the ropes together at the bottom of the rocking horse.
Then, several heavy iron balls were brought up to the floor of the room. Atago knew they were meant to be hung on the rope around her
ankles . She took a deep breath, waiting expectantly for the chess player to hang the balls.
The chess player laboriously lifted the first iron ball, placed it beside Atago's feet, and then hung it up.
"Hiss~"
Atago gasped.
"Can't take it, can you? Hahaha!" the chess player laughed loudly.
Atago closed her eyes and didn't speak.
The chess player picked up another iron ball and added it to Atago's ankle again.
"Ah!"
Atago finally couldn't help but cry out.
"Is it comfortable? Hmm?" the chess player asked.
"It's...it's quite comfortable, hmm~" Atago said, enduring the pain. Although it hurt, she still felt
very comfortable. "Comfortable? Then enjoy it!" The chess player added another iron ball and then left the interrogation room
without saying a word . Atago dared not move an inch; even the slightest movement would subject her lower body to excruciating pain, as if being sawed apart. Three heavy iron balls pulled at Atago's ankles, causing her legs and ankles to ache, but the pain was even worse in her lower body. Atago's own weight, combined with the weight of the three iron balls, was transmitted through the sharp edges to her lower body, causing excruciating pain. Atago began to feel less comfortable and started to groan softly. She tried her best to clamp her legs together, hoping to grip the wooden horse for leverage to lessen the pain, and also hoping to experience some pleasure to alleviate the agony. Slowly, the pain mixed with pleasure caused Atago's lower body to secrete a lot of fluid, which flowed down the side of , dripping onto the ground. At the same time, Atago was also covered in sweat from the pain; after a while, the sweat flowed down her body, mixing with the fluid secreted from her lower body , gradually forming a small puddle on the ground. After an unknown amount of time, the chess player finally returned to the interrogation room. "Miss Atago, weren't you feeling alright? Why do you look so disheveled?" The chess player mocked, looking at Atago's pained face. Atago's face was flushed, and she bit her lip, remaining silent. Satisfied, the chess player removed the three iron balls from Atago's ankles and placed them on the ground. Then he asked, "Miss Atago, do you know what this is for? Do you want to continue? If not, tell us quickly why you're here!" With the iron balls gone, the pain lessened considerably. Atago composed herself and said, "That's it? I haven't had enough yet!" She was telling the truth; she really hadn't had enough. However, the chess player was already furious. "Stubborn, aren't you? Let me tell you, we have a million ways to pry your mouth open!" "Then come on then! What are you standing there for? I'm not afraid." Atago's tone was completely unlike that of someone being tortured. The player, enraged, grabbed a whip she'd somehow acquired and lashed it hard at Atago, who was straddling the wooden horse with her hands suspended. "Whoosh! Crack!" The whip whistled through the air, followed by the sharp crack of flesh striking skin . "Ugh!" Atago only managed a muffled groan through her nose. The whip hadn't caused any serious injury; the affected area was just slightly redder than the rest of her skin. The player was about to raise the whip again when she thought that since Atago could endure the pain of the wooden horse, this whipping should be no problem either. She should target a more sensitive area. So she changed the direction of her strike, directing the whip at Atago's breasts, causing her full breasts to sway violently and sensually. "Ah!" The effect of the whipping was obvious; Atago cried out in pain. However, the whipping of her breasts also sexually stimulated Atago. Although it hurt, she felt a strange pleasure, and even hoped the player would lash her breasts a few more times. The person wielding the chess pieces struck Atago's breast again, and Atago screamed even louder. However, the person wielding the chess pieces failed to discern the cries of pleasure mixed within the screams of agony . She assumed that the whipping of her breasts was having a good effect and began to whip them even more vigorously. The "crack, crack, crack" of the whip echoed incessantly in the interrogation room. Soon, Atago's once fair breasts were covered with crisscrossing red welts, and her breasts were slightly swollen, larger than before, but there was no bleeding.

The whipping had exhausted the player, but Atago only cried out and didn't react at all. Enraged
, lashed out at Atago's nipple with a sharp lash, then angrily threw the whip to the ground.
The whipping had actually been incredibly pleasurable for Atago; although her upper body was drenched in sweat from the pain, her
lower body was overflowing with fluid, which flowed down the wooden horse. A close look at Atago's nipples revealed
a glistening sheen, indicating the secretion of a considerable amount of fluid—possibly sweat, but possibly milk.
"You…you'll talk?!" the player asked breathlessly.
"It…it really feels so good~" Atago replied, panting, enduring the pain in her breasts.
This answer only fueled the player's anger.
Suddenly, several unusually large red candles appeared in the player's hand, preparing to subject
Atago to the candle-dripping torture.
The lit candle was held above Atago's breast and tilted, and soon a drop of molten
wax landed precisely on her breast. The wax quickly solidified, forming a
conspicuous little red dot.
"Ah~" Atago let out a soft cry.
After all, her breasts were highly sensitive, and coupled with the whipping she had just received, they were even more sensitive.
"How does it feel?" the player asked with a wicked grin. "This isn't some kind of sex toy. This
candle is a specially made high-temperature candle, much hotter than ordinary wax."
"It's...it's good, ah!" Another drop of wax dripped down, and Atago cried out again, "It feels good~" "
Good? This will make you feel even better!"
The player held the candle in his left hand and used a lit alcohol torch in his right to heat it.
The candle melted almost completely, turning into a large pool of wax that flowed down.
"Hiss~ Ouch! That hurts!" Atago felt as if a layer of skin had been burned off her breast; the pain was excruciating, and
she finally couldn't help but cry out. At this moment, her breasts were covered by a layer of red wax, making them look like they were bleeding
from a distance .
The player threw away the last remaining candle, then grabbed Atago's chin and asked,
"Hey! Now you know how powerful I am!"
"Hmph~ That's...that's all!" Atago, though covered in sweat, continued to provoke the player.
"You're still not 'comfortable' enough, aren't you? Fine, let's do it again!"
The player picked up a whip from the ground, aimed at Atago's breasts now covered by a thick layer of wax
,
and lashed out hard. "Crack!" The whip struck the wax shell heavily, but because of the protective wax, Atago didn't
feel much pain.
The shattered red wax flew everywhere, falling off Atago's breasts and revealing
the skin ; the burned areas were only slightly redder than normal skin.
In just a few lashes, the wax shell was completely gone. The player put down the whip with satisfaction, picked up a new
candle, and lit an alcohol torch.
"Ahhh~!" The wax flowed in large gushes onto Atago's breasts, just like before, and Atago
groaned with her eyes tightly closed.
Soon, the two large mounds were once again covered in a red wax shell. This time, the player paid extra attention
to the nipples; both nipples and areolas were completely coated in wax.
"Hiss~ Ah~" Although the wax dripping had stopped, Atago was still groaning softly.
Perhaps from riding the rocking horse for too long, Atago's lower body was numb; she could barely feel the
pain.
The player lashed Atago's chest a few more times, knocking off the solidified wax shell once more.
Exhausted threw the whip to the ground.
"Will you talk or not?!" the player asked, slightly out of breath.
"Tch! That's it?" Atago looked at the player with an extremely smug expression.
"Fine, you've got guts!" The player grabbed one of Atago's nipples and pulled out a thin
needle.
"What, what are you going to do?" Atago feigned fear.
"I'm going to pierce your nipple with this needle! Scared yet?" The player threatened, brandishing the needle.
"Wait, wait, it's going to hurt a lot~" Atago pretended to be terrified, but secretly she was eagerly
anticipating the player's move.
"Scared yet? But it's too late, I'll make you 'just like that'!"
The needle pierced Atago's nipple from the side.
"Ah~!" Atago let out a long scream of pain.
To avoid the excruciating pain in her nipple, Atago involuntarily struggled backward, causing the pressure from the wooden horse
to shift from her numb perineum to her anus, resulting in another wave of pain.
Seeing Atago's violent reaction, the player became more aggressive, increasing the pressure, and soon the needle
emerged from the other side of her nipple.
"Will you talk or not?" The player grinned maliciously, thrusting the pierced needle back and forth, trying to
inflict more pain on Atago.
"Eee~ Ahh~" Although the needle pricking her nipple was extremely painful, Atago also felt an intense
pleasure , and her lower body secreted a lot of fluid.
At this moment, the player took another needle and pierced Atago's other nipple.
"Ahhh~!"
"Hey! Are you going to talk or not?" The player flicked the end of the needle, and the needle wobbled dangerously a few times, causing Atago to scream again
.
"It feels so good, so good, I really like it, big sister." Atago said breathlessly, a drop of sweat from the pain
flowing from her breast onto the ground, mixing with the pool of sweat and vaginal fluid on the ground.
"Feels good??? Let's see if you feel good now."
The player took a lit candle that had just been used for dripping wax and placed it under the end of the needle that had pierced Atago's nipple,
so that the flame could just lick the end of the needle.
Soon, the silver-white needle was blackened by the black carbon particles, and at the same time, heat was transferred to Atago's nipple.
"Ugh~!" Atago raised her head and groaned.
She didn't feel much pain, but rather a very pleasurable sensation. She hadn't expected such slow, gentle pain to
bring so much pleasure.
"Hey! Does it hurt?" the player asked.
"It hurts, but it feels so good, ah~" Overwhelmed by pleasure, Atago didn't know what she was saying anymore.
"Feels good???" The player, looking bewildered, took the candle away. "What do you mean?"
After the candle was removed, the needle's temperature quickly dropped, and Atago returned to normal.
"No, it's boring," Atago said hastily.
"Don't try anything funny! Tell me, what's your purpose here?" The player waved the candle threateningly in
front .
"I... I really don't have any purpose~"
The player didn't speak, placing the candle under the end of the needle stuck in Atago's other nipple, which
turned black.
"Ahhh~" Atago experienced that gentle pain mixed with pleasure again.
"Will you tell me or not?" the player asked, but Atago only groaned and didn't answer.
Slowly, the candle burned out. Seeing that Atago didn't seem to have changed her mind, and that she
was already very tired, the player decided to give up for today.
The player pulled out the needle stuck in Atago's nipple, then manipulated the pulley on the ceiling to slowly raise
it. Atago was slowly hoisted up, and when her lower body was off the rocking horse, the rocking horse retracted into the floor,
and then the floor closed.
"I'm tired today, so I'll let you off the hook for now. Just you wait until tomorrow!" With that, the chess player left
the interrogation room.
Atago's two black-stockinged legs kicked seductively in the air a few times, trying to reach the ground, but after
a few kicks, she realized that her feet couldn't find any foothold and had to give up.
At this moment, looking at the empty interrogation room, she remembered the way she had been tortured just now, and her lower body
unconsciously began to wet again.
She really wanted to pinch her nipples and rub her genitals with her hands, but with her hands
tied suspended, and her feet not touching the ground, she couldn't masturbate at all. She could only squeeze her legs together, and that was how she had an internal orgasm.
After a while, Atago slowly got tired and gave up on this masturbation that couldn't bring her to
orgasm . She closed her eyes, and although it was very uncomfortable to be suspended with her feet off the ground, the tired Atago
quickly fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the interrogation room slammed open, startling Atago awake. She slowly
opened her eyes, the first thing she felt was a sharp pain in her shoulders and arms, causing her to groan softly.
"Hey!"
Hearing the voice, Atago looked up. Standing before her was the Chess Master.
"How was it being hung up all night? Any changes in your mind?"
"It felt great, big sister. I even had a comfortable sleep." Atago retorted defiantly.
The Chess Master's expression darkened, but she managed to control herself.
"Today, it's not like I'm afraid of your games." Just as the Chess Master finished speaking, a young-looking,
barefoot siren dressed in revealing clothing entered the interrogation room, her back adorned with a cluster of black and yellow octopus tentacles.
"You two have fun, I'm outta here." The Chess Master turned and left the interrogation room.
"Are you Atago?" the siren asked first.
"Oh, what a cute child~" Atago blurted out, completely unaware of her predicament.
"Cute? Child? Hey! Don't you recognize me? I'm Observer Alpha!" Observer roared, hands on hips.
"Observer? Ah, I remember now, what are you doing here?"
"Interrogating you, of course! I advise you to confess quickly, or you
won't !" As Observer spoke, the octopus tentacles behind her swayed in the air.
"Eh? What can you do to me, big sister?" Atago pretended to be trying hard to hold back her laughter, "
How could I be afraid of such a cute little kid?"
"I think you really deserve a beating!" Observer said, suppressing her anger, "Then I'll have to let you taste my power
!"
The tentacles behind Observer quickly attacked Atago, these tentacles skillfully untying
the ropes binding Atago's hands.
Atago lost her support and fell, but just before she hit the ground, two of Observer's tentacles
grabbed her arms, separated them, and then Atago was hoisted up in a Y-shape.
"Your breasts are really big, aren't they? So sexy~" Two more tentacles reached towards Atago's breasts.
"W-what are you going to do?" Atago asked, a little scared.
The Observer didn't speak, but aimed the two suckers at the pink stamens on the peak of her breasts and then sucked
on them .
"Ah~" Atago let out a lewd moan.
The stimulation and pleasure from sucking her nipples was extremely intense, and coupled with the previous injury on her nipples, this
sucking caused Atago to feel pain, which mixed with pleasure, making Atago's lust even more intense, and
she couldn't help herself .
"Are you in heat?" the Observer asked with a wicked smile, "How perverted, to get in
heat just from sucking nipples in the hands of the enemy."
"No, no~" Atago wanted to deny it, but lust made her brain unable to think.
While two tentacles maintained their suction cups on Atago's nipples, they coiled themselves around her breasts, circling
them once before gripping them tightly and rhythmically squeezing them, like
milking a cow.
Simultaneously, three more tentacles reached towards Atago's genitals. Two of them grasped her ankles, gently
spreading her legs, changing her Y-shape suspension to an X-shape, exposing her smooth genitals completely
. The last tentacle lay across Atago's vulva, covering her urethra, clitoris, vagina, and
anus , then began rubbing back and forth.
Although yesterday's day on the rocking horse hadn't left any marks, Atago's genitals were still extremely sensitive.
This friction, combined with the previous day's experience, left her with only one thought: pleasure!
"Ahhhhh~" Atago's lewd cries grew louder, and her genitals began secreting copious amounts of
fluid , spraying onto the tentacles.
"Look, she's already squirting, and you still say you're not a pervert~" The Observer's breath hit Atago, and
only then did Atago realize that she was already beside her.
"Oh, so good, come on, more intense~" Atago said lasciviously with a soft moan.
"Pervert! I'll make you feel even better!"
The tentacle that was rubbing between Atago's thighs turned around and aimed at the slit of her lower body. The tentacle easily
broke through the defenses and inserted into her vagina.
"Ugh! So good, I'm going to, I'm going to come!" Atago's cries grew louder and louder.
Hearing Atago's cry, the tentacle inserted into Atago's vagina became even more vigorous, thrusting it in all at once.
The tentacles stretched so far that the tips even penetrated into Atago's uterus, stretching her vaginal opening wide as if
it would burst at any moment. Simultaneously, the tentacles squeezing Atago's breasts tightened their grip.
"Ah..." With a long, lewd moan, Atago finally reached her climax.
Seeing Atago's orgasm, the Observer stopped squeezing her breasts and pulled
the tentacles A large amount of clear liquid sprayed out with the tentacles, all of it landing on the ground.
"Atago, you had an orgasm, didn't you? So much fluid! Can I call you a human fountain?
Hahaha " the Observer mocked.
Atago, head bowed, face flushed, panting, unable to utter a word, helplessly bound by the
tentacles .
"You look pretty good when you're in heat, big sister~" the Observer said, tilting her head back and using
her fingers to lift Atago's chin, forcing her to look at her. "Want more?"
"Yes!" Atago answered immediately.
Atago's answer completely baffled the Observer. She'd interrogated so many people, and this was the first time she'd heard such
a response .
"Alright, let's continue!"
The Observer controlled the tentacles attached to Atago's breasts, squeezing them and sucking on her nipples.
Despite having just climaxed, Atago began moaning again.
"Wait." The Observer stopped, sensing something amiss with her suction cups.
She removed the suction cups from Atago's nipples and found a trace of white liquid on them.
"Oh? Big sister, you're producing milk? How perverted~"
"Ugh, no~"
"Still saying no? Look." The Observer said, placing the suction cups in front of Atago's eyes. Atago desperately
looked away .
"I suddenly want to taste what big sister's milk tastes like." The Observer grinned maliciously,
biting down on Atago's left nipple.
"Ah!" Atago cried out.
But the Observer didn't let go; instead, she bit down even harder. Her front teeth gripped Atago's nipple tightly,
grinding it back and forth, her tongue occasionally licking the erect, engorged tip of Atago's nipple, while
her hands grasped and kneaded Atago's breast.
Faced with such intense stimulation, Atago had no power to resist, but she actually
enjoyed it .
Soon, milk secreted from Atago's nipple, which the observer swallowed down her throat.
Having tasted the sweetness, the observer became even more enthusiastic, sucking at Atago's nipple even harder, like a baby
nursing.
"Hey! Where's the milk?" After a while, the observer couldn't get any more milk, so she released her mouth and asked.
"No, really no more~"
"That's all? I don't believe it. Such big breasts must still have plenty left. I want to see how
much I can squeeze out!"
A syringe filled with pink medicine rose from the floor, and the observer grabbed it with her
tentacles and held it in her hand.
"What is this thing?" Atago looked at the syringe in fear.
"It's nothing, just a lactation stimulant." The observer removed the cap from the syringe needle and then injected it
into Atago's left breast.
"Ah!" Atago let out a short cry.
Soon, the observer injected half a syringe of the drug into Atago's left breast, then pulled out the syringe
and injected it into her right breast.
"Alright, now let's wait for the drug to take effect." The observer pulled out the empty syringe and threw it aside.
Then the observer grabbed Atago's two breasts and kneaded them to help the drug
spread faster.
Soon, Atago felt her breasts become swollen and painful.
"Hiss~ How could it be so fast? It was all gone just now~ Ha~ Ha~" Atago
said breathlessly.
"The lactation stimulant is already taking effect? Maybe Atago is just more sensitive, hehehehe."
The observer then bit Atago's nipple and sucked on it.
"No, stop sucking!" Atago finally couldn't take it anymore and began to beg for mercy.
"Hmm, I've had enough." The Observer released her mouth again, a few drops of milk
dripping onto Atago's black stockings. "But I think big sister still has a lot of milk left."
"No, really no more!"
"I don't believe you." The Observer poked Atago's still erect breasts, which
bounced slightly. "Look, there's still so much."
The Observer gestured, and the floor cracked open again, revealing a set of vacuum breast pumps.
The Observer placed two vacuum canisters on Atago's breasts, turned on the vacuum pump, and
the gas inside the canisters was immediately sucked away through the hoses on top.
The powerful negative pressure immediately squeezed Atago's breasts into the vacuum canisters, and her nipples became large, with
some white liquid slowly flowing from the tips.
"Too little, too little. Show me how you used to spray milk into my mouth." The Observer
mocked .
But Atago was in the middle of complaining and didn't pay any attention to what the Observer was saying.
The observer, holding a small bamboo stick, tapped the base of Atago's breasts that weren't sucked into the vacuum canister.
Under the multiple stimulations, Atago finally couldn't hold on any longer. Accompanied by Atago's lewd yet somewhat painful cries,
a large amount of milk gushed out from her nipples like a fountain, staining the transparent vacuum canister a milky white.
The milk was then sucked into the vacuum pump through the tubing above.
However, Atago's nipple fountain didn't seem to be stopping. Soon, the storage tank below the vacuum pump
was filled with the expressed white milk.
The observer, looking at the tank full of milk, had a wicked idea.
"Hey! Are you going to tell me or not? If you tell me, I'll stop the machine. If you don't, I'll give you something fun to do."
The observer shouted at Atago.
"Tell me, tell me what?" Atago said breathlessly, her voice laced with gasps.
"What are you doing here!?"
"I...I didn't mean to do anything~"
"I knew you'd say that, well then."
The observer took a thin, transparent rubber tube that was attached to a milk storage tank at one end, squatted down, and
inserted the tube into Atago's anus.
"Ugh, what, what's this for~" Atago felt incredibly embarrassed by the sensation of a foreign object being inserted into her anus.
"An enema, but using your own breast milk, hahahahaha." The Observer laughed and
turned on the pump.
White milk was pumped out, passed through a tube, and then burst inside Atago's rectum.
The high-pressure jet of milk washed over Atago's rectum, and soon she felt the urge to defecate and experienced
a sharp pain in her stomach, like she had diarrhea.
"No, no, no, stop, stop! I need to go to the toilet!" Atago cried out.
"No, unless you confess." The Observer looked at Atago's pained expression and said gleefully, "Or stop
your breasts from producing milk."
But the Observer looked at the nipple fountain that was still spraying milk, shook his head, and said with feigned regret,
"Unfortunately, your breasts don't seem to be stopping."
Watching the machine pump milk into Atago's anus for a while, the Observer felt a little bored and suddenly had
another idea.
"I suddenly remembered that big sister has a hole in front of her too, right?"
"Wh...what hole, wait a minute." Atago realized she was referring to the urethra. "No,
not !"
"What's wrong with that? It'll be fun, right?"
The observer got another tube, slightly thinner than an enema tube, and forcefully shoved it into Atago's urethra.
"Ah!" The observer's technique was very violent, and a sharp pain shot through her urethra, making Atago think
her urethral wall had been torn.
"Okay!" When the observer released her, the tube was already deeply inserted into Atago's body, pressing
against the bladder wall.
Then the observer connected the other end of the tube to a water pump, and a stream of milk flowed into the tube,
spraying into Atago's bladder.
"Ugh~" Atago groaned, now she had to endure the urge to defecate while also enduring
the urge to urinate from her bladder.
Finally, Atago could no longer express milk. The milk gushing from her nipples gradually decreased, from a fountain
to a gurgling stream, and finally stopped completely. No matter how the observer whipped her breasts with a bamboo stick,
not a single drop of milk came out.
The enema machine, having run out of milk, also stopped. Atago finally
got a rare chance to catch her breath. She was drenched in sweat, almost exhausted from milking.
"Miss Atago looks really sexy like this," the observer said, looking at Atago, who was
hanging . Her stomach was swollen and distended from being filled with milk in both her front and back orifices.
The observer touched Atago's bladder and pressed hard, causing Atago to groan. The observer
then even stronger urge to urinate.
"Now, do you really want to go to the toilet?" the observer said with a wicked grin.
"I...I want to go~" Atago gasped, feeling too ashamed to relieve herself here.
"Just tell me what you're doing here, and I'll make sure you go to the toilet right away."
"I, I really didn't come here to do anything!"
"Still not being honest? Then you'll have to relieve yourself here." The Observer yanked the tube out of Atago's
anus . "Ah!" Atago screamed, clenching her sphincter tightly, almost spitting out the milk
that was filling her anus . "And what about the front!" The Observer pulled out the tube from her urethra. "Ugh! No!" A small stream of white liquid spurted out, splashing onto the ground. Atago quickly held it in, preventing the rest of the milk from spilling out. "Looks like you're holding it in really hard. Let me help you." The Observer grabbed a whip and lashed it across Atago's genitals from bottom to top. "Ah!" Atago screamed in pain, her genitals loosening, but she managed to hold it in in time, preventing the milk from leaking out. "Not bad, you actually held back. Let's continue." The Observer raised the whip again. "Crack!" "Ahhh!" Atago finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and white milk gushed from her urethra and anus, splashing all over the floor. Atago was filled with shame, but there was nothing she could do. She could only wait until all the milk in her stomach was completely expelled before she could relax. The interrogation room was covered with milk mixed with filth, but several water pipes extended from under the floor, spraying high-pressure water jets, quickly washing the floor clean. Then another water pipe sprayed some water on Atago, washing away the sweat, milk, and other bodily fluids. At this moment, Atago, who was being held up by tentacles, was soaking wet, her body shivering slightly from the cold. Her head hung limply, and her dog ears drooped listlessly, with a few drops of water dripping from the tips of her ears. "Hey! Have you thought this through?" the Observer asked, grabbing Atago's dog ears. "I...I've thought it through," Atago said weakly. "You've thought it through? You're willing to confess?" The Observer was overjoyed. "I've thought it through. You guys are quite the players, big sister. I'm having a lot of fun," Atago said breathlessly , a slight smile appearing on her lips. "WTF?" The Observer was stunned again. She released the tentacle that was holding Atago, and Atago lost her support and fell to the ground. Although Atago was lying on the ground, panting heavily, and didn't even have the strength to sit up, she still looked at the Observer with a defiant smile. "I understand. I really need to use something strong to deal with you." The Observer completely ignored Atago's weakness and need for rest, grabbed Atago's wrist and dragged her out of the interrogation room. Atago didn't have the strength to struggle and could only let the Observer drag her away. Atago's skin rubbed against the floor, making a screeching sound and leaving a long water trail on the floor. The Observer didn't drag Atago far, only to another interrogation room. The interrogation room was small; a third of it was occupied by a large water tank, next to which stood a tall, waterwheel-like rotating wheel. "Big sister Atago, do you know what this is for?" Atago weakly raised her head, looked at it, and then shook her head. She truly didn't know what it was for. "Never mind, I don't want to waste my breath explaining it to you. I'll just demonstrate it for you."

The Observer again used its tentacles to grab Atago's limbs, lifting her upside down. Then it placed her on
the waterwheel, binding her wrists and tying them to the bottom, bending her waist against the waterwheel. Next,
her two feet, clad in black stockings, were bound and tied to the waterwheel, and several ropes were tied around her body. Everything was ready
.
"If you're scared, you're welcome to change your mind anytime, big sister, hahaha." The Observer approached
the control panel of the electric waterwheel.
Atago, bound upside down to the waterwheel, wasn't afraid at all; instead, she was quite excited. Although she didn't
know what the waterwheel was for, she knew it was definitely for water torture.
"Still not sure? Shall we begin?" the Observer asked.
Seeing that Atago didn't speak, the Observer pressed a button, the waterwheel started, and Atago's arms gradually submerged
in the water, then her hair and ears, until finally her entire head was underwater. Only then did the Observer turn off
the waterwheel .
Atago took a deep breath before entering the water, so she was initially very calm. But after holding her breath for over a
minute without the observer pulling her out of the water, a sudden fear gripped her. She began
to panic , her mind racing.
"Hmph, keep holding your breath! Let's see how long you can last," the observer said arrogantly, arms crossed.
Hearing this, coupled with the lack of oxygen to her brain, Atago panicked even more. She couldn't hold her breath any longer, and several bubbles
escaped from her mouth.
But the observer still showed no intention of pulling Atago to the surface. Atago's mind gradually went
blank , and she saw a blur of stars. All she could think about now was breathing.
Atago couldn't hold her breath any longer. Her most basic physiological functions took control of her body—
breathing. She took a deep breath, but only water entered her mouth and she swallowed it.
A feeling of suffocating fear welled up within her, accompanied by a sexual pleasure caused by the suffocation.
With a "splash," Atago was pulled to the surface. She gasped for air and then
coughed violently.
Before Atago could finish coughing, the Observer submerged Atago's head in the water again.
This time, Atago was completely unprepared. With little fresh air in her lungs, she was once again deprived
of her breathing and panicked immediately. She swallowed several large mouthfuls of water, and a lot of water entered her nose.
Seeing that Atago was struggling, the Observer pulled her out of the water again.
"Cough cough cough, stop...stop...cough cough," Atago coughed.
"Stop? Why? I was having fun, hahaha." The Observer laughed and
submerged in the water again, this time submerging her from the thighs up, leaving only her black-stockinged
legs and feet exposed.
Atago swallowed several more mouthfuls of water before being pulled out. This time, the waterwheel spun around once before
stopping , and Atago's entire body was submerged.
"Big sister? Can you still take it? If not, just confess~" the Observer urged.
Atago just kept coughing and didn't answer.
She admitted that the cruelty of waterboarding was indeed beyond her imagination, but
the sensation of sexual asphyxiation that occurred as oxygen ran out was incredibly stimulating for Atago.
"You've drunk a lot of water, your stomach's all swollen," the Observer said, touching Atago's
distended belly. "Let me help you drain some water."
Before the words were even finished, the Observer punched Atago in the stomach.
"Pfft!" Atago spat out a mouthful of water. Because Atago hadn't eaten in a long time, the spit-out
water was very clear.
Another punch, and Atago spat out another mouthful of water, some of it going into her nostrils, some flowing down her ears
into the pool.
"Will you talk? I know this must feel awful," the Observer said.
"I, cough cough, I didn't mean anything by it! Ah!"
Atago's stomach was punched several more times until she couldn't spit out any more water.
The observer initially planned to interrogate her again, but realizing Atago wouldn't readily confess, he turned on
the waterwheel and submerged her head underwater once more.
This time, Atago prepared before entering the water, taking a deep breath, which the observer observed with
a slight smile.
As Atago held her breath underwater, she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her feet. The observer had grabbed her
toes and forcefully pried them apart, exposing her soles as much as possible.
Holding a thin bamboo stick, the observer struck Atago's vulnerable soles heavily.
A sharp pain shot through her; Atago tried to scream, but only a few bubbles escaped her lips, and she
lost a lot of oxygen.
Although Atago was still wearing stockings, the thin, sexy black stockings offered no protection for her soles, and
the nerves in her soles faithfully and unreservedly transmitted the pain she felt to her brain.
After a few strokes, Atago had exhausted her oxygen reserves. Stars were flashing before her eyes again, and she
had a lot more water. Simultaneously, the pleasure caused by suffocation caused her to secrete more fluid.
"Splash!"
"Cough, cough!"
Atago was pulled to the surface again, followed by painful coughs.
"Have you figured it out?" the observer asked.
Atago shook her head while coughing. The observer immediately submerged her in the water again and, repeating the same method,
whipped her sensitive areas with the bamboo pole, from the soles of her feet to her breasts, leaving no spot untouched.
With each whip, Atago exhaled bubbles, until she could exhale no more.
Only then did the observer stop, but she didn't pull Atago out of the water.
Atago fell into that trance-like state again; she felt she was about to die from lack of oxygen. Her
vision grew increasingly dark, but at the same time, she experienced unparalleled pleasure in her lower body. A large gush of fluid spurted from her lower body
; Atago had orgasmed while experiencing sexual asphyxiation.
After the orgasm ended, everything went black, and she fainted.
A clear stream flowed from Atago's urethra; the observer realized Atago had lost control of her bladder and immediately
pulled her out of the water. They found her eyes tightly closed, already unconscious from lack of oxygen, with a
thin trickle .
"Hey! Wake up!"
"Ah!" Atago screamed in agony before even opening her eyes.
She was awakened by a sharp pain in her lower body. Upon waking, Atago immediately lowered her head to try and figure out what was causing
her such pain. However, she was still tied upside down to the waterwheel and couldn't see
what had happened to her lower body.
"Big sister, still unwilling to confess?" the Observer's voice came.
"I...I told you, I didn't mean to do anything," Atago pleaded.
"Hey! Can't you at least come up with something different? You only ever say the same thing, it's so annoying."
The Observer showed Atago an electric clamp:
"This is an electrode on an electrocution machine, you know?"
"You...what are you going to do?" Atago looked at the clamp in fear.
The Observer didn't speak, but gently touched the clamp to Atago's nipple.
"Snap!"
"Ahhh!"
A blue flash of electricity passed from Atago's nipple, accompanied by a loud bang, and Atago immediately
cried .
"Heh heh, this is high-voltage electricity, you know how painful it is now. Also, this is just an electric
clamp, it alone won't form a circuit. Do you know where the other one is?"
Atago suddenly realized what the pain in her lower body that had woken her up was all about.
"Heh heh, I just pierced your clitoris with a needle and connected it to another electrode
. Electricity in that area doesn't feel good, does it?"
"You... what are you going to do? Electrocution?" Atago asked, her voice trembling.
"Hmm, only half right. But if I used electrocution, I wouldn't have tied you to the waterwheel, do you
understand ?"
Seeing that Atago was still confused, the Observer threw the electric clamp in his hand into the water with a splash.
"Wait, you're going to..."
"Haha, now you'll get an electric shock whenever you touch water. How about that, isn't it very interesting?"
The Observer laughed.
"No! Put me down!" Atago shouted.
"I just put a lot of salt in the water, it should have good conductivity now, enjoy it."
With a "splash," Atago's head was submerged in the water again.
Bubbles rose violently as Atago struggled intensely, her muscles
taut with pain, and the flesh on her body twitched with the frequency of the electric shocks.
If Atago's voice could be heard, she would be screaming in agony. Unfortunately, her head was submerged in
water, and no sound could be heard except for a few low, guttural "oohs" from her throat
.
Atago was pulled to the surface, and the electric shocks stopped the instant she left the water. Violent coughing echoed
in the interrogation room once more.
The observer watched Atago cough silently, waiting until she caught her breath before asking,
"How did it feel?"
Atago didn't want to tell her that although she was in immense pain, she had almost had another orgasm.
"Do you have anything to say now?"
Atago remained silent.
"Sigh~" The observer sighed and turned on the waterwheel.
This time, she set the waterwheel to rotate at a fixed frequency. Atago first submerged her head,
receiving . Next, her entire body was submerged in water, and she was electrocuted all over. Then her head emerged from the water, and her feet were
electrocuted.
Poor Atago was spun around in this way several times by the waterwheel, her entire body being shocked. She
could only scream when her head was above water, and when her head was submerged, she was forced to drink large gulps of water while
her body convulsed from the electric shocks. At this point, Atago was so tormented by the electric shocks that she even considered cutting off her
clitoris.
Finally, the observer got tired of watching and stopped the waterwheel. Atago once again stopped upside down on the water's surface.
"Having fun?" the observer asked.
But Atago was too exhausted to speak, only
gasping .
The observer punched Atago in the stomach a few more times, causing her to painfully vomit the water she had swallowed,
then untied Atago from the waterwheel and threw her to the ground.
Atago lay motionless on the ground; if it weren't for her continued breathing, she might have been mistaken for dead.
The observer pulled out the needle that had pierced Atago's clitoris, but Atago showed no reaction. It seemed
she couldn't continue interrogating Atago today, so she decided to let her rest before resuming the interrogation.
The observer summoned several sirens, who thoroughly cleaned Atago's body with towels
and then dragged the barely conscious Atago back to her previous cell.
After feeding her something, they left.
Atago, having regained some strength, lay on the floor and began to recall
the torture she had endured that day.
The thought of the milking made her breasts ache slightly; she pinched her nipples,
using pleasure to suppress the pain.
Remembering the water torture and electric shocks, Atago's genitals became wet again. She placed one hand between her legs,
then began to masturbate.
The masturbation, combined with the memories of her torture, quickly brought Atago to orgasm with a moan.
Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.
Atago, still asleep on the floor, was suddenly jolted awake.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Atago, still half-asleep, didn't know what was happening, but she was being dragged into the corridor by
the Observer 's tentacles, her eyes barely open before she was forcibly pulled along.
After such a long sleep, Atago had regained her strength, but she was still confused.
"Where are you taking me?" Atago asked, "To the interrogation room again?"
"No, we've agreed to give up interrogating you." The Observer answered while
dragging .
"Wait? What are we doing?" Atago suddenly felt a little scared.
"We're about to go to war with your human ships, and we need you to boost morale."
"Wh...what do you mean?"
"You don't need to worry about that! Just behave well from now on!" The Observer said rudely.
Atago didn't dare to speak and could only silently let the Observer lead her out.
Atago was led to the main gate, where several Siren boats stood, and a wheeled vessel was placed at the entrance.
The horse was made of wood, with a thick, protruding stick on its back. It was obvious where it was inserted
.
"What...what is this?" Atago asked fearfully.
"You don't know? This thing is called a wooden donkey, invented in ancient Eastern times. This was specially
prepared " the Observer said. "See that stick? When you ride it, it will be inserted
into your vagina, and as the mother donkey moves, the stick will thrust in and out. Hahaha, I wonder if
you'll feel heavenly pleasure or hellish pain."
"Wait, no! It'll break!" Atago cried out.
She was conflicted. She really wanted to try it; it might feel amazing.
But after the Observer's explanation, she was afraid it would be very painful.
"You have no choice! You have to go whether you want to or not!" the Observer said.
Two little sirens came over, put Atago's arms behind her back, and tied them tightly with rope.
The Observer then used its tentacles to curl Atago up and place her on the wooden donkey, the wooden stick precisely
inserted into Atago's vagina.
"Ugh!" Atago cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, it was unclear.
If it were a historical wooden horse, it could potentially cause severe damage to a woman's reproductive organs,
but the Observer didn't want Atago to end up like that, so the stick wasn't very long or thick.
Atago's legs kicked, but finding no support, she gave up and remained suspended in mid-air.
"Alright, we can go now." At the Observer's command, several small sirens came and pushed the wooden donkey.
The donkey's wheels creaked as it started moving, the stick inside Atago retracting
into the donkey's back. Atago had just breathed a sigh of relief when the stick immediately thrust upwards again, penetrating her lower body.
"Ah!" Despite being mentally prepared, the violent insertion of the stick still caused Atago
to scream in agony.
"No! No! Stop! Ah!" Atago cried out in panic, but the wooden donkey didn't stop,
and the observer ignored her screams.
The wooden donkey moved for a while, and the wooden stick pierced Atago's genitals several times. Although it hurt a lot, it
gave Atago an unprecedented pleasure, which even diluted the pain.
"I'll take this opportunity to tell you what we're going to do to you later," the observer said. "
I just told you, we're about to start a war, and we need you to help boost our morale."
The observer glanced at Atago's pained face, not knowing if she had listened, and continued on his own
.
"Actually, your task is very simple. You'll just be tied up there and satisfy the lust of some Sirens.
There aren't many, maybe a few hundred. To put it simply, you'll be their sex slave."
"Ah? Wait...wait! Satisfy their lust? A few...a few hundred...a few hundred people? Ah!" Atago's words were broken because the wooden stick
inside her was constantly thrusting in and out.
"What? You don't want to? Too bad, it's not something you can decide. Enjoy it, my dear
Atago , hahahahaha."
The wooden donkey walked towards a plaza. In the center of the plaza was a wooden platform surrounded by many Sirens.
When they saw Atago riding the wooden donkey, they all turned their gazes towards her.
Riding the wooden donkey naked and being stared at by hundreds of people, Atago felt extremely ashamed.
However, this feeling of shame, mixed with the pain caused by the wooden donkey penetrating her genitals, made Atago actually like this feeling—
the shame of being seen naked and being abused.
The crowd made way for the observers and Atago's group to reach the central wooden platform. As the wooden donkey passed through
the crowd , cheers and boos could be heard.
Atago felt that this journey was extremely long, but she had no room to struggle and could only silently
endure it.
Finally, the wooden donkey reached the platform. The observer used its tentacles to roll Atago up along with the wooden donkey and throw her
onto the platform.
Because the wooden donkey had stopped moving, and the wooden stick inserted into Atago's body had stopped thrusting, Atago finally had a chance
to catch her breath . However, in the instant the wooden donkey stopped, a very strange thought popped into Atago's head:
she wished the wooden donkey would never stop, wished she could sit on it forever, and let the wooden stick completely tear her genitals
apart. But she shook her head and immediately dismissed this dangerous thought.
She glanced down at the crowd below the stage; it was a sea of people, and she immediately closed her eyes in fear.
The observer walked to a microphone, cleared her throat, and her voice was amplified through the speakers,
reaching every corner of the square.
"My soldiers, hello everyone! We all know we're about to fight humans again,
but don't worry, human ships are nothing to fear. Take this one, for
example, the Atago cruiser we just captured." The observer pointed to Atago riding on a wooden donkey,
and turned to her. "Look, they're not that strong at all. We have nothing
to fear from them."
The observer put the microphone to Atago's mouth and then raised a leather whip, which lashed across her body with a whooshing
sound .
Atago screamed in pain, a scream faithfully captured by the microphone and amplified by the speakers,
echoing across the square, and the crowd cheered.
"Furthermore, they also have sexual desires like ordinary humans and sirens! Look!"
The observer pinched and rubbed Atago's nipple, and she let out another lewd moan, which was also amplified
across the square, and the crowd cheered again.
Atago's cheeks were flushed red with shame; she wanted to die.
"Next, Miss Atago will provide us with sexual services for a few days. She will be confined to this square
until the day the war begins. Everyone is free to release their sexual desires and treat her however they wish.
Miss Atago agrees, right?"
The Observer lashed Atago's back with a whip, and Atago cried out in pain, though her voice
carried a hint of pleasure.
"It's settled then."
The Observer unloaded Atago from the wooden donkey and led her to a wooden display platform
in .
This was a public display platform with neck and handcuffs. A wooden stick, about a meter above the ground, had a wooden board at the top with
three holes for the victim's head and hands.
The observer, without a word, directly secured Atago's neck and hands to the shackles. Atago
was confined in an extremely humiliating position, bent
over with her buttocks protruding, her range of movement severely limited. "Then you'd better perform well here," the observer said,
whipping Atago cried out again, "Everyone can enjoy Miss Atago now!"
As soon as the observer finished speaking, the crowd cheered and surged onto the platform. The observer
quickly slipped off, leaving Atago there.
Atago felt her head buzzing; she could only hear the chaotic shouts of the crowd. With her head restrained and
her vision limited, she couldn't see anything, especially behind her. Suddenly, she felt her
buttocks being grabbed, and by more than one person.
"Wait, no!" Atago cried out, but no one paid her any attention.
A thick, hard object was inserted into Atago's vagina, which had just been ravaged by the wooden donkey, bringing a sharp
pain .
"Ah! What... what is this? What have you done?" Atago cried out in panic, not knowing
where the sirens, who looked like a group of young girls, had gotten the penis inserted into her. "Ah~ Ah~" The penis began to thrust in and out, making a "slap slap slap" sound
as it hit the fluid inside Atago's vagina . "Can... can you not ejaculate inside..." Atago pleaded humbly, but only silence answered her. The penis inside Atago's vagina thrust faster and faster, and finally, with a "plop," a large amount of white fluid gushed out of her vagina. Atago felt the liquid bursting inside her; it was the first time she had ever experienced , and in such a public setting, she was being raped. Yet, she suddenly found the feeling strangely satisfying, and she even wished the Sirens would fuck her harder. The first penis was pulled out, but immediately a second one was thrust in, and then began . As she was being thrust into, Atago felt people slapping her buttocks, twisting her thighs, and even whipping her back. The pain forced her to clench her buttocks and vagina, but this clenching, tightening the Sirens' penis, actually made them feel even better. The second penis inside Atago also climaxed, a large amount of white semen almost filling her genitals, overflowing from her vagina and flowing onto the ground. The penis was pulled out, and Atago seized this rare opportunity to catch her breath and recover her strength. Then a Sirens approached Atago. "You… what are you going to do?" Atago asked in a trembling voice. The siren didn't answer, but instead pulled down her pants, revealing her genitals. A thick, erect penis stood prominently on her gray skin, several veins coiled around it, making Atago's legs go weak with fear. It turned out that the thick penis that had just been thrust into her vagina was just like that. "Please, please be gentle, ooh!" Before Atago could finish speaking, the penis was roughly shoved into her mouth, and then began to thrust in and out just as roughly. Poor Atago could only submit humbly, unable to resist, letting the penis plunge her throat, then ejaculate thick, foul-smelling semen into her mouth and stomach. The penis was pulled out of Atago's mouth, but she still didn't react, her eyes glazed over, a drop of semen mixed with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth; she looked like she was about to collapse. But then, another penis was inserted into Atago's anus. "Ah!" The excruciating pain at her anus made Atago scream again. But the scream didn't soften the thrusting penis penetrating Atago's anus; instead, it pushed in . Once fully inside, the penis began to pump in and out. Simultaneously, other penises were inserted into Atago's vagina and mouth, and several more were rubbed against her body. The sirens raped Atago while simultaneously fondling her body; some grabbed and kneaded her full breasts , while others slapped her buttocks. The combined abuse caused Atago to groan in pain, yet a hint of lewdness could be heard amidst the suffering . The day passed in this manner, filled with Atago's screams and moans. As darkness fell, the crowd gradually dispersed, but it felt like an eternity to Atago. She was now covered in semen, even her hair, with a few drops dripping from the tips of her dog ears. Her mouth, anus, and vagina were overflowing with semen. Night fell completely. The last Siren, having finished with Atago, left, leaving only Atago, naked and bent over, bound to the display platform in the vast square. A gust of cold wind blew, and Atago shivered . Atago couldn't remember how many men she had served, nor how many orgasms she had had. She had begun to lose her memory after less than ten men, spending the rest of her time in a daze , only gradually regaining consciousness now. But this was only the first day; according to the observer, there were still several days to go. Thinking of this, her heart was filled with despair and fear, but it was precisely this despair and fear that gave Atago a satisfaction. Her vagina, ravaged all day, began to secrete fluid again, and her nipples became engorged and erect. She longed to touch her genitals and breasts and masturbate, but unfortunately, she was bound and couldn't move at all. At this moment, she inexplicably began to look forward to the gang rape tomorrow. A long time passed like this, and Atago slowly fell asleep on the display platform. The next day, a penis was thrust directly into Atago's vagina, and Atago was once again violently awakened. "Ah!" Atago cried out in pain before her eyes were even fully open. Because there had been no foreplay, Atago's vagina was very dry, and the friction of the penis during insertion was particularly painful. Atago endured the pain in her lower body and opened her eyes. The square in front of her was already full of people. Before she could take a few more glances, a penis came towards her and was shoved into her mouth. Then Atago's anus was also filled completely .

Atago's agonizing day began.
Several days passed, the exact number of which Atago couldn't recall, nor
how she endured them. She estimated she'd been penetrated and given oral sex thousands of times.
However, during these days of public humiliation, Atago's libido grew stronger each day; she
found the gang rape increasingly unsatisfying.
Perhaps the Observer noticed this gradual numbness, thinking Atago had become
desensitized and wasn't satisfied enough. They decided
to give her another shock on the final day.
The day before the ordeal, just like the first day of Atago's public display, the square was packed with people. Atago was bound
to the display platform, with the Observer standing beside her. The difference was that Atago was covered in dried
semen, and the wooden board beside her was also splattered with semen.
"Big sister? Did you have fun these past few days?" the Observer asked, grabbing Atago's head.
"Thank you for your concern, big sister. I had a lot of fun," Atago replied weakly.
"But these past two days you haven't seemed as happy as you were at the beginning, so I brought you something fun today.
Do you want it?"
"Wh...what fun?" Atago became wary.
"To introduce you to your relatives."
The observer moved away from Atago's view, and two hungry wolves behind her came into Atago's sight.
"Are they going to...don't eat me!" Atago cried out immediately.
"Of course not to eat you. They've been well-fed," the observer said.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I just gave these two kids some aphrodisiacs, you understand?" The two wolves howled a few times,
their eyes gleaming with hunger. The crowd below erupted in cheers.
"Wait?" Atago understood everything. "No, no!"
"Wolves are canines, and big sister is a dog. You're family, what are you afraid of?" the observer
said with a wicked smile.
"How could this be? I'm not a real dog! Take them away! I don't want to be fucked by these things!"
Atago shouted, and the cheers from the crowd grew louder.
"Unfortunately, that's not up to you." The observer grinned wickedly and loosened the ropes binding the two wolves.
One wolf immediately ran out of Atago's sight, and then Atago felt two paws on her buttocks
, and a wet wolf nose sniffing her genitals.
"No! No! Take them away, quickly!" Atago screamed desperately, but it was too late.
A rod completely different from a human penis was brutally inserted into Atago's dry vagina.
After all, was a wild animal and didn't know how to make itself and its partner feel better like a human; as long as it could ejaculate
, that was enough. So the wolf's movements were exceptionally rough, and coupled with Atago's extremely dry vagina, it caused Atago
immense pain, and she screamed.
The other wolf, because Atago's vagina was occupied, didn't know what to do and paced around in front of Atago anxiously.
Finally, it walked up to Atago.
"No, no way!" Atago said in a trembling, disbelieving voice. She couldn't believe that a wild
beast would attack this place.
But the wolf had indeed attacked. It placed its two front paws on Atago's wrists,
then roughly shoved its penis into her mouth and began thrusting in and out just as roughly. Atago's
mouth was stuffed full, and she couldn't speak, only whimpering pitifully.
Soon, the two wolves ejaculated the beast's filthy semen, a thousand times more foul than human semen, into
Atago's mouth and vagina respectively. Atago tried to spit out the semen, but the wolf showed no
intention of pulling its penis out, so she couldn't spit it out and could only swallow it.
After a while, the two wolves still showed no intention of pulling out their penises, and Atago's worst fears came true.
They quickly rallied and launched a renewed attack on Atago's two orifices.
Because it was the second ejaculation, the two beasts thrust for much longer this time, licking Atago's body with their tongues
as .
After the second ejaculation, the two wolves were still not satisfied and began a third round of ravaging.
Gradually, Atago slowly got used to the feeling of being ravaged by the beasts. Her resistance turned into acceptance;
she began to enjoy it. Her painful whimpers turned into sexy moans, and her eyes turned into hearts. She
even reached orgasm herself at the same time as the beasts ejaculated.
More than an hour later, both wolves were exhausted. They had ejaculated too many times and could barely stand,
but they were still reluctant to withdraw their penises. If the observer hadn't chased them away, they might
have ravaged Atago for a whole day.
However, Atago was now blinded by pleasure, repeatedly saying
things like "I want more. "
"Okay, I'll give you more right away!" the observer said viciously, hearing Atago's unconscious words.
The crowd below cheered again and rushed onto the wooden platform, and Atago was once again plunged into the abyss of being gang-raped. For a
moment, Atago's screams mingled with the cheers of the crowd, indistinguishable from screams of pain or
shouts of pleasure.
This time, Atago was raped until late at night, penetrated countless times, and at the end, she was still saying
things like "I want more."
Later, on the day of the final battle, the Sirens, exhausted from being raped so many times, were all easily defeated.
Then the port conquered the Sirens' base, and Atago was finally rescued from the public display platform.

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