Master and Slaves

“All right, then let’s have dinner.”

Muriel and the others sat cross-legged on the ground in the room next to the one where Helma and Ilma were restrained.

They placed the tray with sandwiches, tea, and water in the center and began eating.

Cathy spoke to Muriel with concern.

Muriel answered her, and though Tiria did not speak, she listened and nodded.

Rina was looking after Rine.

Sara spoke to Rina and Rine, but Rina seemed determined to ignore her and did not reply.

Rine answered Sara’s words, and Sara and Rine shared bitter smiles.

Occasionally Sara spoke with Muriel, and Cathy with Rina.

It was not exactly cheerful conversation, but a fair amount of talking was going back and forth.

I ate one sandwich, then, while listening to their voices, quietly left the room so that no one would notice.

I approached Helma and Ilma, who were still hanging.

The stage where Helma and Ilma were suspended was soaked with their tears, drool, sweat, and love juice.

When I walked there, my footsteps made a picha-picha sound.

It was amazing that they showed no signs of dehydration despite losing so much fluid.

Neither Helma nor Ilma had taken a single drop of water since then.

Well, that was probably just another thing that could be dismissed with “because they are Te-Dules.”

Of the two hanging girls, I looked at the one on the left, Helma.

Helma’s arms were raised in a banzai pose, suspended by chains connecting the restraints on her wrists to fixtures on the ceiling.

Her legs were spread as wide as possible, restrained by chains connecting the restraints on her ankles to fixtures on the floor.

On her young, completely naked body, the cute nipples and clitoris that should never have been exposed like this were fitted with multiple silver rings that stretched them.

From those three sensitive female organs hung chains with faintly glowing crystal balls.

The tight little anus that should have been hidden from view was spread open by a silver ring, exposing the pink interior.

The small labia that should have been tightly closed were pulled open by the chains attached to the piercings around her waist, so that even from the front her urethral hole was fully visible, and a chain dangled from that urethral hole.

And from deep inside, from the young female secret place that had never been used for its original purpose yet constantly dripped love juice, a chain with a faintly glowing crystal ball grew.

These accessories attached to Helma’s body were meant to give her both pain and pleasure.

They were attached in order to efficiently replenish my life force and magic.

Normally the pain and pleasure should have made her suffer and moan.

Yet Helma had not moved at all since then.

No—she was moving.

Her entire body kept convulsing with repeated biku, biku jerks.

But that was all.

Muriel said she was fine, but…

“Helma… Helma…”

I called her name, but as if answering, she only trembled with biku, biku.

There was no response to my call.

I was worried, but since Muriel had told me not to touch her, there was nothing more I could do.

“Helma, hang in there.”

She probably could not hear me, but I still spoke to her.

As expected, Helma only convulsed.

…Haa.

Next I looked at Ilma.

Compared to Helma, she was in much better shape.

Chains were attached to the fixtures at the ends of her arms that only reached the elbows, suspending her from the ceiling.

Chains were also attached to the fixtures at the ends of her legs that only reached the knees, connected to floor fixtures so her legs could not close.

Her belly was swollen large like a pregnant woman’s.

Her breasts had been artificially enlarged, and her nipples and clitoris were unnaturally long—far beyond anything natural.

That grotesque body was being toyed with by a creature unknown to me.

Underneath the thing covering her body like a leotard, countless tentacles crawled all over her.

The places where this was clearly visible were her breasts and nipples, her buttocks, and her clitoris.

The chest, crotch, and buttocks areas were transparent, so one could see them being kneaded and pinched.

Her anus and vagina were spread so wide by the transparent tentacles that the insides were clearly visible.

And in her urethral hole was a dildo the same thickness as my own member.

It was a far worse state than Helma’s, without even needing comparison.

Yet Ilma was reacting to me.

“Ah, aah, aaaaahhh!!”

The moment our eyes met, Ilma immediately cried out and trembled.

“Ilma…”

I approached her.

“Ma-Master, hamah, ah, ah, aah! … Ah, ah… ah, haa, haa, I-I’m still, heeh, ehi, hii! …”

Ilma could not finish the words she wanted to say and climaxed continuously.

Muriel had not told me not to touch Ilma.

I stroked Ilma’s head.

“…You’re doing your best. Good girl.”

“Hah, hah, ah, aahhh!! … Ah, hah, hahi, ah, thank you, Master, Master, aah, aahhh!! … Hah, hah, thank you, thank you very much, fuah, fuah, aahhh!! …”

Even while climaxing over and over, Ilma thanked me.

I felt affection for Ilma, who was enduring and doing her best only for my sake, and carefully hugged her tightly while minding her belly that was as large as if she were in her final month of pregnancy.

“Nooo, aah, aaaah, aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!”

At that moment Ilma let out the loudest cry since I had re-entered the room and climaxed.

Um… Did I do something bad?

“Ilma, sorry. Are you all right?”

I released her and asked.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah”

Ilma, just like Helma, stopped reacting.

This is bad… maybe?

“It’s all right, Master. Ilma is happy.”

Turning toward the sudden voice, I found Muriel standing there.

“Please look at Ilma.”

I returned my gaze to her.

“Unlike Helma, she has a happy expression on her face.”

Muriel said that and walked toward me.

Indeed, the face turned toward the ceiling wore a melting smile.

“…Master, I think the time is about right. Would you please make use of Ilma?”

Muriel walked through the puddles with picha-picha sounds and stood beside me.

“…What should I do?”

“It’s simple. Just use Ilma’s little urine hole. Now that it has been stretched this much, you can use it without any problem.”

As I asked while looking at Ilma, Muriel tapped the base of the dildo inserted in Ilma’s urethra and answered.

“Hya, yaa, aah”

Ilma trembled in time with it and let out lewd cries.

“…Muriel, is this really all right? She’s your own daughter, you know?”

I looked at Muriel’s face beside me and asked.

I was not particularly criticizing her.

If asked what deeper meaning the question held, I would have been troubled to answer.

I had not asked with any deep meaning either.

I had simply asked to confirm.

“My daughter can be of use to Master. There is nothing that makes me happier than this.”

Muriel answered happily.

“Besides, Ilma should feel the same way. Cathy and Tiria should also want to be of use to Master.”

Muriel said that and looked back.

Following her gaze, I saw Cathy, Tiria, Sara, and Rina had entered this room and were looking toward me.

“Also, Rina-sama said she wants you to make her a Dule as soon as possible.”

Rina blushed and nodded.

“I see. Then I’d better recover quickly.”

I returned my gaze to Ilma.

“! Hyaaaahhh!!”

Seeing my face, Ilma climaxed again.

“…Is it really all right?”

“It’s all right.”

Muriel answered, then squatted down on the spot and slowly pulled the dildo out of Ilma’s urethral hole.

“Higiiii!!”

Whether from pain or pleasure, Ilma arched her body and cried out.

The dildo had already grown to a size comparable to my own member.

Ilma’s urethral hole had also been expanded so much that even inserting three fingers to the base posed no problem at all.

“Master, we will be in the other room. Please come when you are finished.”

Muriel said that to me and began walking toward the room where they had been eating.

I… grabbed Muriel’s shoulder and stopped her.

There was something I absolutely had to tell her.

Without waiting for her to turn around, I spoke to Muriel.

“Thank you, Muriel.”

Muriel turned around with a surprised expression.

“Thank you, Muriel. Please continue to take care of me from now on as well.”

Those were the first words of gratitude I had spoken to Muriel since I had woken up.

During the fifteen years I had been a stone, she had endured hellish suffering.

And even now, she was offering her own daughters as sacrifices with her own hands.

All of it was for my sake.

Having felt that once more, I wanted to convey it to her.

Muriel remained standing there, looking down.

Her shoulders trembled as she covered her face with her hands.

…Did I make her remember?

Did I force her to re-acknowledge the painful events of the past and the current situation?

Muriel pressed her head against my chest just like that.

“Master… I’m happy. I’m so happy. Uu…”

While saying that, Muriel cried against my chest.

I see.

She’s happy.

Feeling affection for that Muriel, I hugged her the same way I had hugged Ilma earlier.

“Uu… Master…”

But only for a short while.

Muriel took one deep breath as if to calm herself, then stepped away from me.

“Thank you very much, Master.”

Then, as if nothing had happened, she walked toward the door.

“Master, please also cherish Ilma.”

Muriel turned around once, said that with a smile, urged everyone inside, and closed the door.

…Fuu.

Well then, shall I do it?

I turned around and looked at Ilma.

Ilma was looking at me with an expression full of expectation.