Falling into the Abyss ~ The Female Teacher of the Slave Club [Japanese Novel Translation]

Next, a cup was brought close to my crotch. I had one ring left. I knew immediately where it belonged. The area had expanded considerably. The cup touched my [X]. I sucked [X] and installed the ring. I was so pathetic I started to cry. "The work continued relentlessly, without any consideration for my feelings." I couldn't see myself, but I could feel what was happening. After a while, it seemed the ring was installed. I lost all my strength. My [X] and [X] had a plug inserted, and my [X] and [X] were fitted with rings. I felt my body being torn apart by pain. "The restraints on my hands and feet were removed." "Get off." "I was finally freed from the painful and embarrassing work." I let out a sigh of relief, almost crying. But I knew the process would continue. "Put on the restraints. Put your hands behind your back." I obediently put my hands behind my back and followed instructions. I felt cold metal on my wrists. I knew they were handcuffs because I had glimpsed them before they were put on. They were solid shackles made of shiny black metal, about five centimeters wide. They adhered to my wrists without any gaps, but didn't dig in. And they were heavy. The handcuffs fit my body perfectly. They must have been adjusted based on the precise measurements taken earlier with a 3D scanner. They were fastened tightly, adhering to my body so much that even the desire to escape was extinguished. The handcuffs behind my back were pulled tight, as if my hands were being brought together. With a "click," my hands were clasped. I thought they had bound my leg shackles together with a short chain. Similar shackles also wrapped around my elbows. If I looked closely, I could see ring-shaped protrusions in several places on the shackles. I was going to have a chain attached here. Shackles were also put on my ankles. They were about as wide as the handcuffs, and since they were in close contact with my skin, there were no gaps. A thick iron chain was attached to the protrusions on the shackles, connecting my legs together. I estimated the chain to be about 30 centimeters long. I could walk, but it seemed I couldn't take large strides. Shackles were also placed on my thighs, above my knees. Then, a metal band was wrapped around my waist and tightened. It was pulled taut and dug into my stomach. "Spread your legs." I spread my legs within the range of the chain. As a chain connected to the front of the metal band around my waist was pulled through my crotch. It was digging into my groin. The chain was fixed to the belt behind as it was. With this, it was like a lid viewed from above, with the plug [X] inside, and my hips would never come off. A metal ball with an iron chain was attached to the shackle on my right leg. The iron ball wasn't that large, but walking with it felt painfully heavy. "Put on a collar." A sturdy, wide, shiny black collar was placed around my neck. I knew it locked with a click. The collar must have transmitted the location information the guard mentioned. It was very solid and heavy. It fit snugly around my neck. With such a solid collar, I felt any desire to escape or resist completely disappear. The feeling of surrender grew stronger. The handcuffs on my back were lifted with all my might. My shoulders hurt. The handcuffs were fixed as they were lifted. I found that the chain locking the handcuffs was pulled taut and secured to the collar. "Subject 232, restraints complete." "Good, Subject 232, sit here!" "I was instructed to walk a little further." My branded body ached, the plug was stuck inside and in my butt, and my waist had no strength. And I was severely restrained, my movements limited. Bearing the weight of the tightly bound restraints all over my body, I staggered to the designated spot and sat up straight. "Subject 232, wait here for a moment. Subject 233, onto the restraint table." "Now it's Ximi's turn to be restrained." When Ximi's restraint was finished, she was photographed again. This time, a collar was also put on, and she was strictly restrained. Many, many photos were taken.

I couldn't believe I could do it even if they told me to. I never realized I had to tighten it there. But if I didn't, I'd taste electricity again. The pain of the current returned. I was so scared. "Oh, I forgot." My nose was hooked again. Lifted up cruelly, just like yesterday. They had to endure humiliating torture while their miserable, shameful faces were exposed. Once hooked by the nose ring, I truly felt I had been reduced to a lowly slave. "You can walk as much as you want today, enjoy it to your heart's content." The machine's switch was flipped. Deirdre began to move slowly. The time of being violated by emotionless machines would continue. The surroundings were filled with the monotonous sound of machines and the gasps of slaves. Occasionally, a mournful scream could be heard. Perhaps someone was judged to have not tightened it enough and was zapped by electricity. I, too, desperately tightened it, fearing the current. Number 231 entered my field of vision. Her once very cute face was now a miserable pig's snout, hooked and lifted. Even so debased, her face was still beautiful. Then, forced to spread her legs wide, she gasped as she was pierced by a dildo. It was a shameless sight that I didn't want anyone to see. Then I thought I looked the same. "Number 232! Don't hang your head!" I was lightly struck by an electric whip. I hadn't even realized I was lowering my head. "Ah... Y-yes, I'm sorry..." I was struck by the electric whip again. "When you apologize, you must do so with sincerity!" "Ah... I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry..." Even in this humiliating state, my body reacted to Deirdre's movements. I hated my susceptible body. I could see myself slowly rising to the peak. I truly hated myself for accepting Deirdre. I knew my gasps were getting louder. "Ahhhhhh! ...Ahhhhhh!" Intense pain struck my [X]. I almost lost consciousness. I couldn't control my body. Electricity flowed through me again. The excruciating pain made my body tremble. "See, if you're not careful, there's electricity. It's to make your body remember through pain." "Hah, hah... Ah..." I regained a little consciousness. I didn't want to taste that pain again. I desperately tried to bring my consciousness back to my core. I focused all my strength on my lower body. But I knew I was climbing again. My mood became desperate. I was tormented by the dildo and electricity for a long time. The dildo was also used on my buttocks. I couldn't understand why they had to tighten my buttocks. Naturally, I was electrocuted several times, screaming each time. "Number 232, your readings have increased significantly. You might become a famous pleasure object, so keep it up."

"Hands up." A box, like the restraints we'd removed from ourselves on our usual days off, was placed in the room. Restraints were taken out of it. First, a leather [X] collar was put on. A firm [X] was forcefully pushed out. Immediately, my hands were brought behind my back and the shackles were put on. Shackles were also placed on my elbows, and my hands were bound behind me. After the iron belt was fastened around my waist, two plugs were taken out. Plugs were inserted mercilessly front and back. "Mmm... mmm..." I think my experience is still lacking. Hitomi-san let out a slight groan. But she endured it without resistance. It was pitiful, but it felt cute. Chains passed through her [X] and were firmly stuffed into her belly, tied to the belt around her waist. Shackles were also placed on her ankles and knees. The shackles on her ankles were also tethered. Finally, a firm collar was taken out. It was locked with a "click" around Hitomi-kun's slender neck. The hand restraints were hung up and attached to the collar, completing the binding. Just like we were detained. She felt like a cute female slave had been born. Hitomi-san, with her youthful innocence, wore tight restraints that were completely out of sync with her appearance, creating an extreme sense of perversion. Yet, it felt incredibly fitting. "Until noon the day after tomorrow, you... you are our slave. During this time, I will call you Hitomi." She knelt beside me, also chained to the floor. Her expression was dejected. My heart ached as if it were being torn apart. "Eyes! Lift your head properly and puff out your chest. Learn from your teacher and show off your shy face better." After being plugged front and back through my [X] holes, I was also bound with [X] chains. Both of us were ordered to kneel on the floor and lift our butts. "Now, the slave ceremony begins. And Takayama-sensei. As a mother slave, I've been one for over a year. I think you've become an excellent mother slave. From now on, I won't call you sensei; I'll call you Number 232. Prepare yourself, I will treat you as a female slave." Ayane untied a whip hanging on the wall and walked over. "Number 232, as proof of your slave status now, everyone will take turns whipping you five times. Count them carefully and give thanks. Do you understand?" "Yes... please, go ahead..." *Swish!* My buttocks were brutally whipped. It hurt terribly. I must have practiced diligently. It felt even more painful than the supervisor's whip. "Ah! O-thank you, thank you... ha, ha..." *Swish!* "Mmm, ah! Thank you... thank you!" *Swish!* "Shi... mmm... thank you for whipping me... ugh..." After Ayane delivered five lashes, she immediately handed the whip to the next child. The whipping began again.

"Good morning, please take good care of me today as well." I knelt on the floor, my forehead pressed against the tatami, and finished my morning greeting. I was ordered to raise my rear. Five people took turns whipping my backside five times each. The searing pain of the whips and the humiliation of thanking these children tore my body and mind to shreds. Hitomi was also whipped, and it was time to eat the dog's food and water from the bowls. After eating the feed amidst laughter, a collar was attached to the floor. This time, Ayane and the others began to eat breakfast. They sat upright in chairs, eating with their hands supporting them. It was a natural sight, but the thought of the difference in status between us, eating like dogs while naked, brought tears to my eyes. After eating, the chain attached to the floor was removed. I removed my shackles and iron ball, and was chased to the mat-covered bed. I was laid on my back, my legs spread wide and secured. "I'll tidy you up, don't move." My groin was coated with shaving foam. The razor approached. The pubic hair, which had barely grown, was shaved. Even the hole in my backside was carefully shaved. My hand repeatedly touched the shaved areas to check for any missed spots. I felt so wronged that tears welled up. After my pubic hair was meticulously shaved, it was Miss Hitomi's turn. She was shaved as well. Hitomi-kun, staring at the ceiling, shed a single tear. She looked so pitiful it was heartbreaking. After shaving the pubic hair, a glass cover was attached. A large bowl filled with liquid was also brought. It contained a rough enema tube. I knew I was going to be given an enema. And without any suction device. I was to be left until I could excrete. My mood darkened. I was forced to raise my backside high. My rear was inserted with the enema tube. A sharp pain. I let out a groan. "Mmm..." I felt the cold enema liquid being poured into my belly. Goosebumps involuntarily rose on my skin. After the enema tube was pulled out, there was a sound of liquid being sucked. I was [X] again. The terrible liquid entered my body. The poison's effects manifested immediately. A stabbing pain and immense pressure surged from my belly. I desperately held back the urge to defecate. As I writhed in agony, Hitomi-san's backside was also targeted by the enema tube. "N-no... no!" "What are you saying? As a slave, isn't this natural?" Perhaps it was her first enema. She was plunged into a shame and humiliation I had never imagined. Two people held her down from either side, pressing on her rear. The tip of the enema tube touched [X]. I saw her skin crawl. She was teased like this. "Ah... ah..." A total of two doses of enema liquid were administered. She must have been immediately overcome by a strong urge to defecate. I saw Hitomi-san's rear trembling slightly, her body covered in sweat. "Number 232, you may defecate now." The urge to defecate had reached its limit. I gave up and moved onto the final destination. "Wow, it came out." "Chi... ah, Number 232, aren't you embarrassed?" The sound of the shutter echoed all around. There was also a camera in front of me. I was so ashamed I wanted to die. Tears of humiliation streamed down my face.

The overseer brought a bundle of wires and the machine he remembered. It was the machine for electric torture. Bound to this chair, unable to move, to receive electrocution. I trembled with fear. First, paperclips were attached to my [X]. Clips were also attached to both ears. The shackles on my hands and feet were also connected with wires, and my body was as if entangled in wires. "Next, please witness the electrocution. The current will be intensified as much as possible within the range that does not cause death. Also, electrodes have been [X]ed to the [X] and anus, so the current will flow into the body. Please enjoy the sight of the female slave in agony." "Ughhhhhh! ... Ughhhhhh!" The switch was turned on. My body stiffened and convulsed. My body moved involuntarily, unrelated to my will. My clenched fingers "thudded" open and curled. My fingertips trembled slightly. My toes stretched as if on tiptoe. Although I had been electrocuted several times, this was the most intense. And it was continuous. The current flowed without interruption. The location of the stimulation changed randomly. Powerful currents flowed throughout my body, from my [X] to my ears, from my buttocks to my toes. All the muscles in my body twisted and cried out. If I hadn't been restrained, I would have jumped up long ago. But I was firmly fixed to the electric chair, my body absolutely unable to move. I could only continue to endure the pain brought by the current. Finally, the switch was turned off. The tension in the audience, which had been silent due to nervousness, eased. The guests must have been captivated by my pained appearance. It was about 5 minutes of electrocution, but it felt like an eternity. I gasped for breath, my breathing ragged. As soon as the switch was turned off, the plugs began to vibrate like a reward after torture. Both front and rear plugs vibrated simultaneously. "Hah, hah, hah... Ah... No, no... Ah..." Being treated like a spectacle by so many guests, being electrocuted and reprimanded, I felt a little something. After a short rest, the switch was turned on again. Intense pain struck. "Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!" During the short break, the current was called out several times. During this time, the plugs in my [X] and buttocks continued to vibrate. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. My mind was in chaos, and I couldn't tell if I was enduring pain or enjoying pleasure. I knew that my [X] was slowly getting wet. I felt like I was being tortured like this. Enduring the excruciating pain of the current, I was stunned. What was wrong with my body? There was a commotion in the audience. I also heard gasps of admiration. The overseer must have zoomed in on my [X], making it wet. How pathetic. To be done like this, and to have my [X] made wet. When the switch was cut off and the current stopped, only the stimulation of the plugs remained. My aroused body, after the pain disappeared, seemed to surge upwards. I tried desperately to hold back, but it was a futile resistance. In a little while, I would have reached [X]. As if sensing my reaction, the switch was pressed again. A strong current flowed through my [X]. We both died at the same time. "Ah! Ahhhhhh! ... Ahhhhhhhh!" My body trembled uncontrollably. I arched my chest and cried out loudly, thrusting my [X]. The audience erupted in a frenzy. "Wow! Amazing! He died on the electric chair." "To die just from the current, that's true masochism." No! I wanted to shout. I didn't die from the current. I wasn't that kind of masochist who gets electrocuted. However, even so, dying miserably under the torture of electricity would not be wrong. Undoubtedly, a perverted female slave. After that, I saw him die from the current many more times. At the end, he died with only the non-vibrating current. He was just like a lewd female slave. "Today is the last torture, please enjoy the [X] [X] suspension torture that many have requested." I thought, is it going to continue? The overseers cleared away the electric chair and brought in a tool that was just a square iron frame. Below it was a platform like a bed. I was laid on my back on that platform. My hands and legs were tied to the four corners of the frame. My legs, in particular, were spread wide and stretched almost perfectly straight. My buttocks were raised where they touched the platform, and the posture was one of forcefully arching my back. This made my crotch look good. After the belt around my waist was secured, my breasts below my [X] were also bound with thick belts and secured to the platform. I didn't know what kind of reprimand I would receive, but it would certainly be a painful one. I could only look up at the ceiling. Above the frame were several small machines. Thin steel wires hung down from them, looking like machines for winding things. "Mmm..." My [X] was clamped. The force was stronger than the electric shock. It hurt so much that I let out a soft groan. Conversely, my [X] also had paperclips attached. The folds there were pinched with clips, and pulled wide. Even the depths of my internal organs were exposed. My [X] was also immediately clamped. It hurt terribly. "Ah!" The steel wire hanging from the frame was extended and attached to the clips. I heard the sound of a motor. I felt a sensation of the clips being pulled by the steel wire. Now I knew what he was going to do. "Mmm... Ah... ... Ah."