massacre and confinement

The tech-infused sapphire belt snaked downwards, a perfect straight line bisecting Bianca’s three honeyed orifices. It delivered a syringe filled with aphrodisiac deep into her, and amidst a dutifully buzzing vibration, it drilled into Bianca’s core like a wellspring, causing her nether regions to continuously ooze honeyed nectar laden with pleasure. For countless nights before today, they had maintained this perverse relationship and lifestyle, yet both reveled in it. Now, Bianca, curled at Rita’s feet, even became excited to the point of rolling her eyes as Rita shifted her foot, beginning to gently tread and toy with her already engorged, crimson-sensitive clitoris through the chastity device—this action signified Rita’s permission for her to climax freely afterward. But at this very moment, the intelligent chastity device ceased its operation. Bianca could feel the colossal object, deeply embedded in her anus and clinging tightly to the folds of her intestinal walls, retracting from her body in a precisely engineered manner. Tormented and panting, Bianca felt a sense of loss as her body suddenly went limp, her curled limbs going soft and collapsing like a puddle of mud on the ground. Only her buttocks, a result of previous training, instinctively arched high, meeting Rita, who was holding a cup of black tea. “Mmm… such a good girl… then you shall have your favorite black tea…” Gently patting Bianca’s actively arched buttocks, Rita reached out and pressed the half-finished, still warm black tea against Bianca’s continuously trembling and contracting sphincter. The intelligent chastity device, folding according to Rita’s will, formed a tight circle against Bianca’s firm and powerful sphincter, stretching open the flesh-colored rosebud. It transformed into a ring that constantly contracted slightly, revealing the healthy, pink intestinal wall connected to the sphincter, writhing within the anus. It even made sticky “plop plop” sounds, intertwined with the viscous sounds caused by the secreted arousal fluid, as the intestinal walls parted. The dark, seemingly bottomless tunnel that appeared then captivated the gaze, making it almost impossible to look away. Under Bianca’s expectant yet slightly fearful gaze, Rita smiled and cupped Bianca’s buttocks, her palm slowly and rhythmically massaging the girl’s mature, full, and perky ass. The teacup in her hand tilted gradually, pouring the clear, sweet black tea, free of any sediment, in a beautiful arc into Bianca’s anus. Stimulated by the foreign object, the sensitive and supple intestines contracted spontaneously, writhing inwards layer by layer, instinctively trying to resist the intrusion. Rita did not intervene, maintaining her smile as she met Bianca’s gaze. Bianca, lying on her back with her buttocks raised, understood her mistress’s intention. She could only try to suppress her body’s instinctive desires, though an expression of pitiful grievance inevitably appeared on her face. She wrapped her hands around from behind, pulling her buttocks apart with force, while consciously controlling her sphincter and intestinal walls, doing her best to abandon resistance to the black tea. Even though the scalding heat had long since dissipated, and Rita had already drunk half of it, the still steaming black tea was still above normal human body temperature. Especially the intestinal walls, which were supposed to be digestive organs, were incredibly sensitive and rarely exposed to high temperatures. Even after being trained by Rita many times, and under Rita’s meticulous care, to elicit more of Bianca’s adorable, intense reactions and shy, pained expressions, Rita had always maintained Bianca’s extreme sensitivity to temperature. Now, being enema-ed with warm black tea again, Bianca’s already dazed expression turned flushed, then swollen, her eyes filling with tears, looking as if she might cry at any moment. She was a far cry from the resolute and heroic Valkyrie she appeared to be in front of the other Valkyries. Fortunately, the amount of black tea was not large. After Rita drank nearly half of it, the small, pale red stream of liquid did not take long to fall into the abyss of Bianca’s anus, which had been stretched to nearly the thickness of her wrist. The sound of “gurgle gurgle” as the liquid landed on the intestinal walls and the water surface echoed in the expanded, empty anus. Rita nodded with satisfaction at Bianca’s excited and healthy intestinal state. After emptying the small cup of black tea, she turned and picked up the still warm teapot from the coffee table. Bianca’s heart fluttered uncontrollably. The warm liquid flowed within her. The forcibly stretched anus could not hold back the liquid that wanted to overflow. With the rolling of her intestinal walls, she constantly worried about her anus leaking juice, provoking that devilish smile from Rita. Meanwhile, Rita, without a word, pointed the spout of the teapot, also emitting scorching steam, towards the opening of Bianca’s still-stretched anus: “You worked hard today, little puppy. Enjoy the black tea to your heart’s content, drink until you’re full…”

This was just the beginning. If various tools could become part of the shadow, then the shadow could naturally make them reappear. The entire arm plunged into Hua's anus, even bypassing the first bend of the rectum. The shadow's fingers began to dance wildly within the intestinal tract, their tips and knuckles stimulating both ends of the tight, sensitive intestinal wall with rapid tapping. The識之律者's rectum, stimulated to the point of involuntary spasms, contracted and trembled violently, and the depths of the intestinal wall began to exude intestinal fluid once more. Her moans grew more intense with the shadow's movements, her cries rising in volume. The moment the shadow's elbow scraped against Hua's sphincter and slid into the soft intestinal wall, Hua's entire body involuntarily tensed and contracted, as if her whole being had become a self-gratifying sheath for this arm. Even the breast pump, which had managed to extract a trickle of milk, was forcibly halted by her tightened muscles. Her bare, soft soles, being tortured by the wooden stocks, were stretched taut, distorting the stocks. As the arm was fully inserted, her dilated pupils finally rolled back to their extreme limit, revealing only bloodshot whites, with no trace of iris visible. The shadow stirred for a while, until Hua could no longer catch her breath, her cries becoming so hoarse that her chest deflated, her mouth agape, unable to utter a sound. Only then did it abandon any further rough thrusting and slowly withdraw a section. The elbow tip scraped against the intestinal wall again. The process of pushing through the sphincter and withdrawing from the body seemed to reboot Hua. After intense trembling, she regained her senses and ability to move, gasping for air as if she had just been pulled from water. A fine sheen of sweat suddenly broke out on her skin, which had turned pale and bloodless from the violation. The shadow laughed again, but Hua could only feel her anus and rectum trembling and contracting uncontrollably, pleasuring herself with intense self-stimulation. Her mind felt like it was melting, a hazy, warm, lustful state, as if her very soul were about to be pried from her skull and dissipate. But the shadow's tricks had only just begun. The invisible black mist began to expand its corrosive range. In terms of Hua's physical sensation, it felt as if her anus were being forcibly dilated. What was worse, this expansion wasn't a gradual process of insertion like normal dilation. Instead, it stretched all the intestinal walls within its reach simultaneously, and the speed of expansion was incredibly unnatural. Her body's regenerative abilities couldn't even withstand this level of dilation. The intense pain and the constant surge of electrical signals through the mucosal nerves threatened to explode her brain. The overwhelming stimulation, coupled with the feeling of her body being stretched to its limit, her belly swelling like an overinflated balloon, as if carrying countless children, pushed Hua to the brink of mental and physical collapse. Her intestinal walls, already stretched to the point of translucence and devoid of color, were still struggling to contract, relying on their regenerative abilities at the edge of stretching and tearing to prevent her belly from bursting. Hua's legs kicked weakly and helplessly, her body swaying slightly back and forth. Saliva began to flow uncontrollably again, and low moans and whimpers escaped her slightly parted lips, her cries now too weak even for a scream: "Ah... Ugh... Oh... Gurgle..."