Pisces training

On the harbor shore, Mackerel and Archerfish were sorting through their equipment after the battle.

Due to faulty intelligence, they had been
attacked by a destroyer fleet while attacking an enemy transport convoy. Escaping the barrage of depth charges and returning to port was
incredibly lucky for the two fish.

Their weapons and equipment were shattered, their new clothes were torn to shreds, and
all the money they had painstakingly saved was gone. Except for their new white open-toed sandals, everything else was in the trash.

"Damn it, next time I'll pay them back!" Mackerel clenched her small fist, gritted her teeth,
and slammed it against a nearby lamppost. But instead of feeling any hardness, it felt soft.

"Ouch, ouch, that hurts..."

A little boy, probably only six or seven years old, clutched his thigh and slowly collapsed to the ground,
groaning.

"Ouch, ouch, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Mackerel, realizing she had hit someone, quickly got up and
helped the boy up.

She knew this boy was someone she couldn't afford to offend, because he was the port admiral's son.

"Hmm, it's alright, it's alright." The little boy waved his hand, picked up a large suitcase that had fallen to the side
, and then stood up, supporting himself on the suitcase. "Is Sister Mackerel angry?"

Mackerel scratched
her

head and gave a forced smile when she heard the little boy's question. "Well, you could say that. The operation failed..." "Really? It's alright. Failure is common. May I ask if you could
help me carry this suitcase to my studio

, Sister Mackerel and Sister Archerfish?" "Of course, of course!" Mackerel picked up the suitcase and twirled it around lightly. "Archerfish
, come on over! The little artist wants to paint!"

"Well... okay! I'll come too!" Archerfish stood up, took off her tattered white high-slit coat
, revealing only a white bikini swimsuit, and walked towards the "studio" with Mackerel.

When they arrived at the so-called "studio," what they saw was a large, dark, and damp
torture chamber.

"What's going on? You're going to... Ah!"

Before Archerfish could finish speaking, she was injected with an anesthetic and collapsed to the ground unconscious. Mackerel
immediately noticed something was wrong, but her response was a slap to the face. After it was over, the little boy was still not
satisfied and gave Mackerel an anesthetic injection as well.

"Two stupid fish, so easy to catch... Why are there such stupid
guys ?" The little boy licked his lips and touched Archerfish's chest. "These are two delicious fish,
I'll make sure you regret being born into this world."

...

When Mackerel woke up, she found herself completely naked, her clothes and
sandals gone. Her body was fixed to a table, her arms stretched out to the sides and
bound with leather straps, her legs spread wide, her vulva and anus exposed, her feet bound with wooden shackles,
each toe tied with strong thin thread. Archerfish, lying next to her, was restrained in the same way.

"Hey! What's going on? Why am I here?!"

"Oh ho, you're awake, my silly mackerel."

At this moment, the little boy, abandoning his usual obedient demeanor, walked up to the mackerel's rear end with a mischievous grin,
grabbed its buttocks with both hands and began to play with them forcefully, then slapped them hard twice. The crisp sound, accompanied by the shaking
of its buttocks, was incredibly tempting.

"You! What are you doing! I'll go tell your dad! He'll teach you a lesson, you
brat ! Ugh!!"

The mackerel protested angrily about its surroundings, but in response, the little boy inserted his finger into its anus
.

"You dare to tell on me? A stinky fish like you dares to be so bold. Looks like you're the one who should be punished!"

The little boy's index finger slowly moved in and out of the mackerel's anus, and with the lubrication of the intestinal fluid,
each entry and exit was accompanied by a soft "gurgling" sound.

The insertion of the foreign object made the mackerel feel uncomfortable all over, especially her anus, which felt like it was crawling with ants.
She wanted to tighten her anus to get the finger out quickly. However, the slippery intestines tightened around the finger, giving the little boy
even more sadistic desires.

The finger was pulled out, and the little boy took out two bottles of lubricant from his briefcase.
He poured it over the heads of the mackerel and the archerfish, then spread it evenly on their feet. The anus and feet received special attention, and the anus was also
filled with . The restless mackerel moved its body slightly, and the movement of its buttocks caused
a few bubbles to rise in the lubricant in its anus. The archerfish, on the other hand, was still unconscious, and its body only moved a few times instinctively. The little
boy did not intend to wake her up yet.

"So horny, the skin of this stupid fish feels really good." The little boy took out an eight-centimeter-long anal bead,
the most basic equipment for anal training. After rubbing the lubricant in the mackerel's anus, he aimed it at her anus and
thrust it in all at once.

"Ahhh! No!"

The mackerel screamed as a foreign object was inserted into her anus. Her anus clenched again,
increasing the contact area with the anal beads. At that moment, the little boy turned on the switch…

"Ahhh! Ugh!"

The anal beads immediately activated a high-intensity vibration mode. Her unexplored intestines couldn't withstand such
stimulation ; pleasure quickly spread from her anus throughout her body. Her lower body suddenly relaxed, then quickly tensed again.
After repeating this several times, the mackerel finally gave up resisting, letting the string of anal beads ravage her anus.

At this moment, under the light, the lubricant on her body slowly released its aphrodisiac components.
This high-concentration aphrodisiac was immediately absorbed by the skin and took effect. In less than a minute, the strange sensation of the foreign object turned into
pleasure. This was something the mackerel hadn't expected; she had actually been pleasured by this thing.

Those small, tender feet became even more sensitive due to the lubricant, their fair soles turning slightly red.
The little boy didn't let the two beauties off the hook, reaching out his small hand to quickly scratch the soft soles twice.

"Ugh! Pervert!"

"You dare to call me that? Fine, I'll show you what I'm capable of."

The little boy clapped his hands, then grabbed the exposed anal plug handle, stirred it a few times, and quickly pulled it
out!

"Ahhhhhh, ah! You, you actually, eeeeeeee!!! Ah ha! Ah ah!"

The relentless thrusting, the protruding anal beads scraping against the intestinal wall repeatedly, continued until the mackerel could no longer scream
before stopping. The short anal bead was now covered in intestinal fluid, with much dripping from its tip
.

"Huff...huff...no, no more..." The mackerel gasped, her two braids disheveled,
her hair clinging to her forehead with sweat.

Her body convulsed, and her vagina began to secrete lustful fluid, a few drops
flowing from her smooth vulva, gleaming lewdly under the light.

But how could the little boy let her off so easily? Soon, a new substitute appeared: a string of anal beads thirty centimeters long, each bead a full three centimeters in diameter. Even a mature woman like Missouri would find it difficult to bear
, let alone the mackerel . "No...no, I'll die! No!!" A soft gurgling sound. The first bead was inserted with the lubrication of the liquid. Although the sphincter muscles offered some resistance, it only added to the pain for the mackerel. Before it could even recover, the second bead was inserted . Each insertion wasn't just a matter of pushing it in; it was pulled out slightly to provide a bit of stimulation before continuing, ensuring that the mackerel experienced the pleasure from each bead from beginning to end. The archerfish, awakened by the mackerel's screams, stared wide-eyed at the treatment, but dared not utter a sound, even though it was only a matter of time before it too was tortured. When the last anal bead was inserted, a large, cone-shaped anal plug awaited the mackerel. Accompanied by the mackerel's screams, it was inserted and began vibrating, even more intensely than before. The bead also had electrodes that occasionally sent weak electric shocks to the delicate intestinal walls, creating a tingling sensation in the lower body that amplified the intense urge to defecate. "Why, why..." Archerfish stared in terror at the little boy approaching her, her voice trembling as she asked. "No reason, just for fun. Now, it's your turn." A dilator, originally intended for vaginal examinations, was placed in front of Archerfish. Then, it was roughly inserted into her pink anus. The cold metallic touch made Archerfish gasp. The little boy took out tools from the box, gripped the dilator handle with his other hand, and rotated it. The dilator slowly widened, and the sphincter muscles were no match for the mechanical force. "No! Please don't! It's going to tear, ahhh!" "No, it's quite a sight." Soon, Archerfish's anus was widened to the size of a bottle. From the outside, you could see the intestinal flesh wriggling, and the intestinal fluid secreted to expel foreign substances was slowly flowing out, looking extremely lewd. The little boy picked up a brush that looked like a test tube brush, except its bristles were soaked it in a high concentration of aphrodisiac and inserted it directly into the archerfish's anus, smearing it along with intestinal fluid onto the intestinal walls. The soft touch of the bristles brought an intense crawling sensation and stimulated the intestines to secrete more sticky intestinal fluid. The high concentration of aphrodisiac was also subtly altering the mackerel's intestinal walls; soon, along with the crawling sensation came a pleasure similar to that of sex. The archerfish felt like she was going crazy; she desperately twisted her body. *Smack! Smack!* The bamboo stick lashed the archerfish's buttocks twice, splattering the undried lubricant everywhere. "Ugh!" "If you don't want your ass to be bruised, behave yourself!" The little boy pressed the brush down hard against the intestinal walls, scrubbing vigorously. The intense itching caused the archerfish's body to convulse a few times, only to be met with more whipping and scrubbing. Soon, the aphrodisiac was used up. Large beads of sweat appeared on Archerfish's body, which flushed red with pleasure . Her anus craved something, anything, anything to satisfy her. "Want it?" "Mmm, uh, mmm..." The little boy chuckled, picking up a large, metal dildo, as big as a forearm, covered in rounded protrusions to increase the contact area. He thrust it in all the way... "Ohhhhh! Uh?! Yahah!!?!" After penetration, the little boy removed the dilator. Her intestinal walls, now unsupported, tightened instantly, still feeling cold. Intestinal fluid slowly seeped from the gaps, dripping onto the soft leather of the table. Just when Archerfish thought she could finally catch her breath, two wires connected to the dildo. "Now, let's begin the experiment." Click. The little boy flipped the switch, and instantly, a 20-milliampere current flowed through the wires to the dildo. The sudden current violently stimulated the intestinal walls, causing intestinal fluid to gush out like ejaculation! "Ohhh! No! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!!!" "There's nothing wrong yet, isn't there? Come on, keep enjoying yourself." The little boy increased the current, the pointer pointing to 40 milliamperes. The anus felt excruciating pain, a burning sensation as if it were on fire. The muscles throughout the body began to spasm, the hands and feet began to go numb from the current, and the tongue could only stick out straight, unable to utter a coherent word. The mind went blank, unable to think of anything. A strange, dangerous look hung on the face, the tongue sticking out and crooked to one side, saliva dribbling from the corner of the mouth. Just as the archerfish was being tortured to the point of death by the electric rod, the mackerel was on the verge of collapse. The anus was completely stuffed, the vibration and current ravaging this petite girl. She never expected to receive such treatment. "Want it pulled out?" The mackerel nodded frantically. But she would soon pay the price for her rash decision. Her fingers hooked around the anal plug, gently rotating it a few times, then, seizing the opportune moment, she forcefully yanked the entire string out ! *Plop plop plop! * "Ahhhhhh, no! Ahhhhhhh!" The large anal beads were pulled out, the sticky, stimulating sound echoing in the torture chamber. At the same time, they were brought out...

It wasn't just abundant intestinal fluid, but also unsightly filth.

The pulled-out string of anal beads hung suspended, vibrating and buzzing, clear intestinal fluid dripping from them,
forming a small puddle.

But after this satisfying excretion, the mackerel faced an even more terrifying punishment.

The restraining platform was moved, and aimed at its anus was a cannon, its rubber dildo
even more impressive than the one inserted into the archerfish's body, covered not only with protrusions but also countless
soft spines and various kinds of tumors.

With the switch turned on, the cannon plunged forcefully into the mackerel's anus, then began
a frenzied , rotating thrusting motion, causing the mackerel to scream repeatedly. Its feet weren't spared either; mechanical arms gripped brushes,
caring for its heels, forefeet, and soles, while rapidly spinning fluffy rods were inserted between its toes,
relentlessly tickling them. The mackerel's feet were already immobilized; her ankles were tightly bound,
her toes were tied, and her two delicate feet were like meat on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of her captors. The intense itching and overwhelming pleasure
caused the mackerel to lose control of her urethra. Accompanied by an unwilling cry, a stream of clear urine gushed from
her urethra , tracing a graceful parabola in the air before drenching the artificial penis.
The lubricant mixed with aphrodisiac on the artificial penis, the sticky intestinal fluid, and the freshly spurted urine mixed together and entered the mackerel's
anus. Each thrust brought out a small piece of intestinal tissue, exposing the pink intestinal walls to the air. The
evaporation of this fluid allowed the aphrodisiac to take effect more quickly. In this way, if nothing unexpected happened, the mackerel
would soon become a submissive fish, orgasming from the manipulation of her anus.

The little boy was both delighted and angry at this scene. Although it was indeed a beautiful sight, the mackerel's
urinary incontinence was a real nuisance, and cleaning it up would be a huge hassle.

"Ah, um, um, no... let me go, let me go! Ugh, haha! Stop!"

Under the oppressive pressure of the itching, this was the mackerel's desperate plea for mercy, uttered with all her remaining reason.

But the only answer she received was the little boy's cold, "You'll just have to be fucked here all night."

Then, the mackerel was left there, forced to endure the pleasure of being fucked by the machine. The little boy pushed
the restraint table with the archerfish bound to it into another room and closed the door.

The mackerel watched the door close in despair, forced to accept everything. The archerfish, however, had entered
an even deeper hell.

...The next day...

After a night of frenzied, intense thrusting from the cannon and tickling the soles of its feet, the giant mackerel was nearly exhausted.
Its voice was hoarse, and the floor was covered in a mixture of urine, intestinal fluid, and various strange liquids. Its body
was still sensitive to the cannon's thrusts, and its feet were still accurately tickled by the brush, but these only caused it to
twitch and make a faint, mosquito-like sound.

At this moment, the door to the room opened.

The little boy pushed out a platform, on which the archerfish had changed its position. Its body had become X-shaped, and
its entire body from the neck down was covered in gold powder. The electric rod inside its anus was still emitting a weak current, but what
surprised everyone the most was the archerfish's clitoris. After a night of modification and injections, it had grown from a
small clitoris to the size of a thumb. While not exactly gigantic, it
was certainly eye-catching. Furthermore, her feet and clitoris had undergone genital modifications. Now, any
stimulation of her clitoris or even a slight itch in her feet could bring Archerfish to orgasm.

"How is it, Archerfish sister? Do you like this body?" The little boy poured some lubricant
onto his hand, grasped her clitoris, and slowly rubbed it, occasionally pressing and pinching it.

Archerfish couldn't withstand this stimulation. She was trying to hold back her orgasm,
because if her vaginal fluids sprayed onto the little boy, it wouldn't just be a matter of pinching her clitoris.

After playing with her to her heart's content, Archerfish was exhausted. The little boy knew she was just
one step away from orgasm, but it would be too easy for her to come so easily.

A punch was placed on Archerfish's clitoris.

"Archeryfish sister, do you want me to put a little ornament on you?"

"No...you, you let me go!" Archerfish twisted her body, but in an instant, pain
shot through her clitoris. After a night of physical alteration, Archerfish's body had long since
equated pleasure. In an instant, vaginal fluid and urine gushed out together. The name Archerfish truly
lived up to its name.

A delicate clitoral ring was fastened to her clitoris, and her nipples weren't spared either. Two clicks from the piercing device followed,
followed a series of even more intense orgasms, until she had urinated and her vaginal fluids had completely drained. Only then did Archerfish weakly
tilt her head to one side, breathing in the air thick with the smell of bodily fluids.

But the piercing was just the beginning.

The little boy took out several thin iron chains. One, about eight centimeters long, was fastened
to the two nipple rings, connecting them. Another, shorter chain, connected the nipple rings to a collar, so that
if Archerfish moved her neck even slightly, her nipples would be torn. Two longer chains connected the nipple
rings to the clitoral ring, the length just right. The swollen, engorged clitoris, pulled up by the chains,
resembled a small penis. Moreover, if Archerfish moves even slightly, her nipples and clitoris will
suffer a devastating wave of pleasure.

The shackles on her toes have been replaced with toe shackles made of thin iron rings. After each toe is bound, it is pulled back and
connected to the clitoral ring, so Archerfish's clitoris will be pulled upwards and downwards. The clitoris
has become the connecting hub of all points in her body, so it will also be the focus of her training.

After the key areas are connected, the little boy places a device near Archerfish's waist,
which is a machine specifically for brushing the clitoris. The iron ring is used to constrict the base of the clitoris, making it more swollen
and sensitive due to engorgement. Then, two soft-bristled brushes are dipped in lubricant mixed with aphrodisiac and brushed
directly .

"Aaaaaah!! Ahh!! Let me go!! No!!"

Suddenly, intense pleasure and the urge to urinate surged from the archerfish's genitals to her brain. Her body
struggled involuntarily due to the stimulation of her clitoris, but all she got in return was her nipples and clitoris being pulled back and forth by chains from all directions.
Not only did it not reduce the pleasure, it actually increased the stimulation. The artificial penis inside her anus began to emit a weak
electric current, and the tingling sensation in her rear made Archerfish involuntarily tighten the electric rod, but this only resulted in an even
stronger current.

However, she still felt something was missing, hmm, the burning sensation was missing.

So three lit candles were placed under the nipple rings and clitoral rings, the outer flames of the candles scorching the iron rings, and
soon the temperature reached these three sensitive spots along the iron rings. The burning sensation, pleasure, and pain all rushed into
Archerfish's brain at once, leaving her only able to scream.

"Ahhh! Little ancestor, no, grandpa! Let me go, I'm going to die, please... ugh—!"

At this point, Archerfish didn't care about dignity anymore, but before she could finish speaking, a gag holding
the artificial penis was directly shoved into Archerfish's throat, and the strap locked behind her head with a click,
declaring that Archerfish's right to speak had been taken away.

A prosthetic penis, the same length and girth as a black man's, filled the archerfish's mouth, the glans plunging into
her throat . Although from the outside it looked like the archerfish was just wearing a gag, she was enduring much more than that
.

Her tongue was pressed down, preventing her from swallowing saliva. With each breath, copious amounts of saliva
sprayed from the gag's holes, landing on her chest and wetting a large area.

At this point, the archerfish's ordeal had begun, and it was time for the mackerel to finish.

The machine stopped, and then the prosthetic penis was roughly pulled out.

*Plop plop plop…*

The thick penis, accompanied by large amounts of intestinal fluid, was pulled out, along with the mackerel's
intestines . A night of thrusting with the thick penis had rendered her anus completely unable to close, resulting in anal prolapse.
The intestinal walls, ravaged by the machine to a bright red, were exposed to the air, intestinal fluid dripping down like a small tail.

However, the mackerel certainly didn't like this tail.

The restraints on its feet were released, and the mackerel seized this brief moment to wiggle its toes.
But less than a minute later, its feet were shoved back into a plastic box covered with a black cloth and
locked again.

"Ugh, what are you doing now!" The mackerel quickly sensed something was wrong; something seemed to
land on its feet, then take off again, and crawl...

"A little gift before you go, come and see!"

The black cloth on the plastic box was removed, revealing hundreds of mosquitoes inside, and the mackerel
's two feet crawling with mosquitoes.

"Aaaah! No! You, you shameless thing!"

The mackerel desperately shook its little feet, but the mosquitoes inside were even hungrier. Having
not sucked blood for a long time, the mosquitoes immediately pounced on the fresh flesh, and even shaking its feet couldn't
drive . Soon, the mackerel's feet were covered in black writing—on her heels, soles, toes, and even
between her toes where she had struggled…

In less than half a minute, the mackerel felt an itch on her feet, which grew stronger and stronger. The little
boy, having confirmed the time was right, took the mackerel's feet out of the box. Her fair little
feet were covered in red, swollen bumps, almost a whole size larger than before. The mackerel
rubbed trying to relieve the itch, but this only brought more pain and itching.

However, putting her back like this wouldn't be so bad; the swelling would subside in a day…

the mackerel thought naively.

Then, a pair of white, open-toed high-heeled sandals were placed in front of her—her original pair,
only now they looked strange.

Her feet were stuffed into the shoes, and her already swollen feet felt constricted.
On its toes were iron toe shackles, each one tightly fastened. The soles of the shoes, directly opposite the toes, were also
fitted with blunt iron spikes; any contact would cause pain without piercing the skin. The only
way to avoid being pricked was to raise the toes, but this was extremely
difficult .

The soles weren't spared either; rough bristles clung tightly to the delicate arches, and pressure plates were installed on the soles.
With every step, these plates would activate a mechanical device inside the thick sole, scraping against the mackerel's soles.

The shoe laces were also replaced with a special material; once fastened with a click, they were impossible
to unfasten .

Of course, the remote control was in the little boy's hands.

After putting the shoes on the mackerel, its legs were again secured, spread open to the sides at a 180-degree angle, exposing
its anus and prolapsed rectum.

This time, however, the little boy's target was the mackerel's urethra;
a naughty really needed to be taught a lesson.

A packet of absorbent resin balls, each only a few millimeters in diameter, was inserted
into .

The mackerel quickly understood what was about to happen; its spread legs were completely powerless, and it could only
watch as the absorbent resin ball approached.

"No...no...don't use this, I'll do anything as long as you don't use it..."

"Is that so?" The little boy placed the resin ball against the urethra and then used the small stick to hold it in place. "Then
let me fill your bladder."

"Ah! No..."

A smooth wooden stick, about the thickness of a chopstick, was thrust straight into the tight urethra, pushing the absorbent resin ball forward.
The stinging friction made the mackerel howl in pain, but this only provided the little boy with some pleasant background
music.

Just as this one was finally inserted, a new one was placed against the urethral opening...

...

"Ugh, ugh..."

The process of inserting the resin lasted for half an hour. The mackerel's urethra and bladder were filled with absorbent resin,
and after being soaked in urine, it quickly began to swell. The mackerel felt its bladder
was about to burst, but could only urinate a little bit. This meant that the mackerel's bladder had almost lost
its ability to store urine, and it could only leak urine continuously. Holding it in was useless; it couldn't last even five minutes.

The archerfish's beads were removed, and the moment it was freed from its restraints, it collapsed
to the ground as if its bones had been removed.

A pair of white stockings were put on the archerfish's feet, and then it put on the same kind of...
Modifying the sandals. After removing the metal stun gun, the archerfish also suffered anal prolapse.

"Well, alright, I've had my fun. I'll give you two a challenge. You can wear clothes, but you
can't take off anything. No washing your feet, you have to wear these shoes for two months. I'll check on you periodically. If you've
completed it, I'll take them off for you, okay?" The little boy pinched the big mackerel's cheek.

But there was no reply, only the two of them panting.

...

For the next two months, the two fish didn't have an easy time.

Their feet were confined inside the sandals, unable to take them off. After each attack, their feet were covered in seawater, but they couldn't
wash them. They had to endure the sweat on their feet during morning training. So, after only a few days, their feet started to
smell terrible.

The mackerel tried her best to avoid going out and walking. The toe shackles on her feet kept her toes constantly confined. Whenever
her feet touched the ground, the bristles of her shoes would scrub her delicate soles relentlessly, and the shackles would press her toes
against blunt spikes, causing both pain and itching. She even regretted having such feet.
One day, she really wanted to cut them off, but the archerfish stopped her.

The enlarged clitoris meant that even wearing underwear, the friction of the fabric could give her an orgasm; her
underwear was often wet, but there was nothing she could do about it. Moreover, the connection between her nipple rings and clitoral ring was too
conspicuous, making movement uncomfortable. Raising an arm or twisting her body would pull on the
chains, tugging at her nipples and clitoris, causing her to go limp and lie on the ground, experiencing repeated orgasms.

Her white stockings quickly became dirty, turning black and hard at the toes and heels. But she
tried her best not to wash her feet, enduring the pungent smell. Naively believing in the so-called
challenge promise, the mackerel, on the other hand, was more clever. She soaked her feet in a bucket of water, then
washed the skin exposed outside her shoes and dried them with a towel.

However, this little trick couldn't fool the little boy.

After prolonged soaking, the absorbent resin in the mackerel's urethra and bladder had reached
its maximum capacity , leaving almost no room for urine in her bladder. Frequent leakage made her thin underwear
unbearable. So every day, the mackerel wore diapers under her dress instead of underwear.

Her feet were swollen from mosquito bites. After living uncomfortably for more than a month, the two fish
were once again called to the same torture room.

To the archerfish's surprise, her sandals were actually removed.

"Um, thank you..."

The archerfish moved her toes, which had been confined for more than a month, but the strong smell on her feet made her not want
to touch them .

"It's nothing, after all, you kept your promise. Here, wash your feet."

The little boy brought a basin of hot water to Archerfish, along with soap and a towel.

"As for her... a child who breaks their promise should be punished."

Nearby, Big Bluefish received the same treatment as Archerfish: her clitoris was enlarged, pierced, and fitted with vaginal and
nipple rings, all connected together. Furthermore, a thick, bristly hemp rope was inserted into her anus. Urine dripped
continuously , and her shoes activated automatic mode, their bristles rapidly scratching her soles.

Archerfish, however, simply washed her feet; once clean, the water was immediately taken away.

"What are you doing..."

"Punishment, punishment. You, first use your foot to pull the rope out of her butt."

Archerfish looked at Big Bluefish, pursed his lips, then walked behind Big Bluefish, stretched out
his left foot , pinched a small part of the rope sticking out with his toes, and pulled...

"Aaaaah! Ahhh!!!"

The hard bristles scraped against Big Bluefish's sensitive intestinal wall, leaving many small scratches. Moreover,
due to the difficulty of the operation, the process of pulling it out was not smooth. It would be pulled out from time to time and then pushed back in. The small
, rough object's thrusting was driving Big Bluefish crazy. Moreover, the rope would absorb intestinal fluid and become thicker
, making the bristles stick closer to the intestinal wall and insert deeper.

After finally pulling out the rope, an even bigger problem came to Archerfish: how to push the
prolapsed rectum back in.

Obviously, he still had to use his foot.

He slowly touched the intestinal wall with his toes and then slowly pushed it back in.

"Alright, that's all for now." The little boy took out a plastic bottle, positioned the bottom of it against the mackerel's
anus, and shoved it in all at once.

"Ouch!"

*Slap!*

The little boy slapped the mackerel, then inserted a funnel into the exposed bottle opening,
and poured the basin of hot foot-washing water into the bottle.

"No!!! It's hot!!!"

The mackerel screamed in agony. The hot water poured into the bottle, making close contact with its intestinal walls.
Although it didn't reach the level of a burn, the temperature and the small scratches left earlier were already
torture .

Moreover, it had a peculiar mask on its face—the sandals the archerfish had worn. The pain made the mackerel
involuntarily gasp for breath, but all it inhaled was the strong, sour smell of air.

While the archerfish could finally escape the torment of the sandals, it wouldn't be any better
off .

Her body was strapped back to the table, her feet, hands, and head bound to the same level, her buttocks raised high.
A huge enema syringe was displayed before Archerfish.

Inside was the excrement the little boy had just collected.

Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from making any pleas for mercy. She could only watch as the enema syringe's nozzle was inserted into her
anus, and the excrement inside was slowly pushed in.

The space inside was constantly shrinking as the excrement was injected, expanding her anus. Archerfish tried her
best to squeeze her rectum and contract her sphincter, but the prolonged anal dilation made her efforts almost futile.
Once it was all inside, Archerfish felt like her stomach was about to burst.

Moreover, to prevent her from losing control of the valve, her dirty, smelly white stockings, worn for over a month, were stuffed
into her anus and plugged with a huge anal plug.

"How is it? Do you like it? You'll be spending the next twenty-four hours like this. Well then, I'm
going to play with ."

"Ugh!"

The archerfish shook its head frantically, but the little boy ignored it. He walked over to the mackerel,
pulled out the bottle, and poured out the hot water. Then he put it back in.

This time, he poured in ice water covered in ice shards.

At first, the mackerel felt comfortable because the bottle still retained some warmth, but quickly,
that warmth was consumed by the cold water, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

The ice water met the congested intestinal walls caused by the stimulation, and the mackerel felt as if its anus had lost all feeling
, causing it to cry out in pain. For the next ten minutes or so, ice water and hot water were repeatedly poured into the bottle in the mackerel's anus
. Thawing and then being heated again, the extreme contrast of ice and fire in its anus caused the mackerel's
intestinal fluids to gush out like ejaculation, splashing everywhere.

Just as the little boy was having fun, the archerfish behind him suddenly let out a scream.
Turning around to look, the anal plug that had been blocking the archerfish's anus suddenly shot out like a rocket
, hitting the ceiling with a clanging sound. The filth and white stockings inside the archerfish's
anus gushed out like a fountain, landing all over the archerfish, including its cute
face. The torture chamber was instantly filled with a stench, and the archerfish almost vomited from the smell.

"Archerfish, huh? I think you've done more than just shoot water. I trusted you so much; looks like you
need a lesson."

The boy pulled the plug from the mackerel's anus and picked up the two stockings that had been flushed out, stuffing them back into the mackerel's anus
.

"Keep it plugged in until I clean it with your intestinal fluid."

The little boy washed his hands, then set up the high-pressure water gun, aimed it at the archerfish's body, and turned on the valve.
The strong water flow washed away the filth on the archerfish's body and cleaned her skin. After she was clean,
the little boy inserted the nozzle of the water gun into the archerfish's anus, then turned on the water flow, filling her entire
rectum before pulling it out. The archerfish tried hard not to pull it out, but with a slap on her buttocks, her weak sphincter muscles
immediately opened the valve, spraying yellow, murky water all over her body. After spraying, a new round of cleaning
began...

until only clear water flowed out, only then did the little boy stop, satisfied.

The archerfish's feet were twisted beyond recognition from the painful treatment, her toes spread
apart like a blooming flower. This gave the little boy a new idea.

A bundle of rope, about the thickness of a little finger, was quickly tied around the archerfish's feet, using
a binding method similar to that used on the upper body. The archerfish's feet were tightly bound, with a pretty
mesh of rope on the instep and arch. Each toe was bound, and rope was stuffed between the toes, causing them to
swell due to congestion, but without necrosis. This also made it difficult for the toes to move; when walking, the soles of the feet would still touch
the ground, and the toes would rub against the rough rope, causing an itchy sensation.

Of course, rope alone couldn't protect the feet properly.

The little boy melted some candle wax in an iron pot, and once it was completely melted,
he grabbed .

"Ah!!!"

The archerfish's scream and the mackerel's groan echoed in the room.

The adorable little feet struggled helplessly in the transparent wax liquid. After a few seconds, they were taken out, and
once the wax on their feet had dried sufficiently, they were pressed back into the wax, repeating this process...

After an unknown amount of time, when they were finally taken out of the wax again, the archerfish's feet were
covered in a thick layer of wax. The solidified wax was translucent, and combined with the rope binding
their feet , it looked more like a work of art.

"So, naughty archerfish sister, for the rest of the time, these will be your new shoes. Are
n't they pretty? Hmm, really pretty!"

The archerfish ignored him, simply turning her head to the side.

Once a fish is caught in the net, where can it escape to? It can only struggle a little longer.

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