The story of special ability users who have lost their human rights and survive as weapons.

The time was past 8 PM, the sun had set, but the execution ground was as bright as day under numerous lights. At the center of the radiance were countless excited spectators and cameras for broadcast. In front of their gaze were naked women, being dragged by armed soldiers. The soldiers wore suits like the robot spacesuits from cartoons. These were the latest power-assist suits from Lingya Heavy Industries, equipped with auxiliary devices that enabled the wearer to handle heavy weaponry with one hand while protecting their body from main rifle rounds. Soldiers equipped with such powerful gear surrounded the three completely naked women, more than ten soldiers in total, and led them to the execution platform. "No! Let go of me!! I don't want to die, oooohhh!" A woman crying out in near madness. All three were around 20 years old, possessing the aura of combat women, with firm bodies, and moderately full breasts and hips outlining beautiful curves. Their hands were fixed by terrifyingly strong iron manacles to their buttocks, which were moderately elastic, forcing the women into a posture of sticking out their chests. Worse still, the manacles were fitted with metal hooks that dug deeply into the women's [X]. The front end of the hook had a heavy, large iron ball, firmly lodged in the expanded vulva, securing the manacles behind their backs. The Cusco was inserted into the Manco, fixed to the limit. From the horrific way it was opened, it was evident that both the front and back holes had been violated. What caused the women even more pain were the serrated clamps that gripped with the force of biting off [X] and [X]. A strap extended from the clamp, and the soldiers pulled on the strap, forcibly dragging the women towards the execution platform. Their sensitive areas were brutally crushed and pulled, their legs trembling from pain and shame. Soldiers stood on either side, one aiming a gun at their legs, the other at their bodies. Any attempt to escape would result in their legs being shot immediately. "I don't want this anymore... If you're going to kill me, do it quickly... I can't live after being exposed like this." A woman, trying to act tough as she was dragged away. That woman was mercilessly knocked down by a soldier's gun. Losing balance, the hook embedded in her buttocks was yanked violently, tearing open her buttocks. "Waaah!" Then, under the pull of the strap, her breasts and anus were stretched to their limit, her beautiful breasts contorting and deforming. "It hurts, it hurts!!" A soldier said, kicking the woman's blood. "Hmph, no matter how many monsters like you appear, we will kill them all." For some reason, only women could activate special abilities through human modification. Superhuman muscle and endurance. And special abilities that surpassed everyone's intellect. Women who used these abilities to participate in the resistance movement. While they could take the lives of many soldiers, defeat meant an earthly hell for those without human rights. Either they would submit physically and mentally, living miserably in POW camps, or they would be tortured to death as enemies of their comrades. "You are useless now, hurry up and go to hell." The soldier who said this pointed to the execution platform. As executions would be carried out multiple times, the methods would be changed regularly to avoid boring the audience. The execution platform before them had already seen dozens of executions. It was scheduled to be dismantled after this one. A metal base was set up in the center of the execution ground. A massive iron plate, about the size of eight tatami mats. On it were straps fixed in a "大" shape, designed to lay three people down. "So happy. This way, I can ruin it from the beginning again!!! And make it happy with the screams and expressions from back then!!!" Kyōka approached Camellia, holding a ringed speculum. I absolutely cannot let him put that thing on me. Camellia clamped his mouth shut tightly, his sharp gaze fixed on Kyōka. But... such an act was completely futile. The moment the speculum pressed against his mouth, a thunderous, intense electric shock coursed through the chains binding his limbs. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!" His limb muscles, stretched to their limit, spasmed from the electric current. I cried out from the excruciating pain, even experiencing the illusion of my entire body exploding from the inside, as the speculum was forced into my mouth. The thought of the unpleasant sensation of metal touching my teeth made it impossible to close my mouth. Even if I clenched my jaw with all my might, it only produced a hateful sound, my mouth held wide open, unmovable by even a millimeter. (Damn it!!! This woman!!!) Camellia's entire body steamed from the high-voltage current. A transparent tube descended from above. Kyōka picked it up and connected it to the speculum. "Ugh!!! Mmmph!" "When you become prisoners, your resistance movement loses its freedom. Haven't I made it abundantly clear to you about your own bodies until now? Has this foolish woman forgotten even that?" A large amount of viscous, [X]-like substance flowed in through the transparent tube connected to the speculum. "Wow, your staple food, [X]-flavored nutrient solution. Nostalgic, isn't it? We've improved it since then, making the taste, smell, and texture even more authentic. Thirsty? There are several liters, drink as much as you want." Camellia's dry mouth was instantly filled with the sticky, foul-smelling [X]. (Damn it!!! What are you trying to do all of a sudden! I'm drowning in [X]!!!) If I don't swallow it, I'll [X]... With no other choice, I swallowed the nutrient solution filling my mouth, the heavy liquid dripping down my throat into my stomach. The unpleasant sensation of my body being violated by something unclean. For Tsubaki and the others, it might be a daily occurrence as special ability users in Japan, but for Camellia, it was a completely new experience. Nausea and regret brought tears to my eyes. "Oh dear, Camellia is crying this much, she's too fragile. However, this can't really be called punishment yet, can it?" "We can hold them off with river water, but we can't leave the river. However, if it's a strong attack, they should leave us some room to maneuver... right?" Yuzuki pulled Tsubaki, her undead flesh doll body completely immobile from lack of oxygen, up from the riverbed. "I hope this is useful." He bound Tsubaki's limbs with water tentacles and aimed her towards Grenade's barrage. "What? What? What's happening?" As river water drained from the holes in her body, oxygen circulated, and Tsubaki's consciousness returned. And then, she quickly regretted regaining consciousness. Before her eyes, Grenade was flying in. Tsubaki was used as an unbreaking meat shield. "Waaah!!!" Heat and fragments stung Tsubaki. "Oh, you're awake? Well, if I just grab one more person, we can escape." Yuzuki released his watery restraints and grabbed Tsubaki's arms. "So, we'll part ways here for now!!" Tsubaki was then flung away. "Hmph!!!" The one who was flung away was a soldier holding a grenade launcher. Tsubaki collided with that soldier, and the soldier slipped. "What the--!" "It's Tsubaki!! Tie her up!!" "This is Squad 1! Apprehend Tsubaki! Yuzuki escaped. That's a leap beyond intelligence. Pursuit is difficult!!" The soldiers secured Tsubaki's naked hands and feet with steel restraints and put her into a collapsible special box just large enough to hold her. Tsubaki used her remaining strength to ram against it. It was a crudely made box, so she tried to break it, but she didn't have enough strength and couldn't. "Secure Tsubaki, engage the electromagnetic lock." As I pressed the button on the box, which locked Tsubaki struggling futilely, Tsubaki inside suddenly spasmed. It wasn't a very strong voltage, but it felt like her muscles were being forcibly contracted, immobilizing her. "Aaaah!" Electrocuted, Tsubaki trembled nakedly. "Hmph. This guy is a monster. She won't die from this. I'm taking her back. Squad 1, return! Squad 2! Squad 3! Have you found your targets?" At that moment, Aoi, who had escaped with Nono-ka, hid in the shadow of a tree and witnessed soldiers from Ryōga descending from a helicopter. "Mmmph!" The torturer was pleased with Kaede's reaction, holding another instrument. This was a standard item for torturing genitals: the Pear of Anguish. As its name suggested, it was a metal object shaped like a pear. At its thickest part was a handle with a switch, and a power cord extended from the front of the handle. The torturer licked the Pear of Anguish with his tongue. His abnormally long tongue was coated in a generous amount of saliva. The metal object, wet with the torturer's saliva, was forcefully clamped into Kaede's parted vulva. "Engidi!!" The metal pear was large, heavy, and cold. With a single [X], Kaede's labia were stretched to the point of tearing. But the true value of the Pear of Anguish came into play after the [X]. If the torturer turned the dial, the [X] would split into four, like a blooming pear blossom. "Waaaaahhhhh!!" Kaede's labia, already stretched to their limit, were pushed further apart from the inside, exceeding their boundaries. "(My pussy! My pussy is tearing open, wooowooowooowoo!)" The delicate internal organs of a woman. The torturer only opened the Pear of Anguish and stopped turning the dial when the mucous membrane was about to rupture. The torturer's attention was focused on Kaede's [X], as if he were discerning the sound of Kaede's labial cells rupturing. No matter where she looked, it was terrible. Kaede continued to glare at the man. The man pulled a black object from his pocket and showed it to Kaede. "Just turn this switch to apply electricity." The torturer brought the remote control with the dial closer to Kaede, so she could see it more clearly. Kaede wanted to headbutt it away, but her collar held her fast, preventing her. "Your feet are pierced with needles, and you've been ravaged by the Pear of Anguish, yet you still have that spirit. Good. Make me even happier." The man slowly turned the dial in front of Kaede. The dial indicated the strength of the voltage, with the section towards the back in the center marked as producing a lethal electric shock. He applied a lethal electric shock without hesitation. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" Kaede's shrill scream was like the death throes of a dying animal. The current flowing from the bamboo skewers piercing her feet caused her thigh and calf muscles to go haywire, burning through the muscle fibers. "My legs! It hurts! It hurts!! My muscles are being destroyed! Woooowooowoo!!" Then, the Pear of Anguish, opened within her vulva, emitted a thunderous spark, and sparks also appeared within her vulva. (My pussy! The place that's important to me!! It's being roasted from the inside!!) Electric shocks shot out from the [X] flesh of Kaede's vulva, stretched to its limit by the Pear of Anguish, and those muscles were destroyed. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" "Ooooh! Ohhh!" Pulled by the friction of the balloon, her rectum was also pulled out of its opening, spewing out the cleansing water along with the tube. "Ah! It's coming out! There's so much water in my ass!" Her pink rectum protruded, spraying the cleansing fluid that had accumulated in her belly in all directions, like a hose. "Mmm-ohh. Everything's flowing out of my ass. The water's all coming out from inside~ ~ ~" As she sprayed water from her ass like a fountain, the oppressive fullness in her belly gradually eased. "Ah ha... Ah ha... Ah ha... This feels so much better now that my bloated stomach is relieved... Ah ha..." Her stomach, which had been difficult to move due to being filled with so much water, became comfortable, and she could move her waist. "Next, I just need to break free from the restraints somewhere..." Although Tsubaki, unable to break them, couldn't perform actions like breaking her own bones or dislocating her joints to escape her restraints, she could "struggle until the restraints break" using her unbreakable body. "It's going to hurt... but this is the only way to escape from here. For now, I'll break the restraints or cables on my feet. Maybe the metal parts on the ceiling will unexpectedly come loose." As she said this, just as she was about to concentrate her strength on her abdominal muscles and legs, the sound of a door opening came from above. "Forget it, Tsubaki." The voice she least wanted to hear at that moment reached her, and Tsubaki reflexively called out the owner's name. "Kyoka!!" Her head, soaked in her own urine while bound, jerked violently as she looked towards the door. Chestnut wavy hair, inherited from her father, Lion King. Her left eye was covered by an eyepatch, but her sharp, S-like eyes, just like her mother's, glared at her. Her attire was not her usual military uniform, but a slightly smaller, more conservative, fitted suit. A tight skirt that emphasized her feminine curves, black pantyhose, and low heels. A professional woman's style that gave an impression of competence. Her formal attire made it impossible to tell the great secret hidden beneath this tight skirt. "Tsubaki, you'd better not think about escaping. Nothing you do will work." As she spoke, Kyoka took several IV bags from a cart and placed them on a track on the ceiling. "Hmph, so you couldn't win, and you asked Dad to help you take down the resistance?" Kyoka replied in a hostile tone as she worked. "How could that be? Father was merely performing his official duty of eliminating terrorists. He simply wanted to demonstrate that he is a strong leader worthy of leading the country." There were probably more than 10 IV bags, and after they were all hung, Tsubaki was surrounded by a multitude of tubes with needles attached. Kyoka, wearing her tight skirt, crouched down and picked up a tube. "To the public, you're taking revenge for the criticism of your wife, but after becoming Prime Minister, your father only considered the nation's interests."