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  Akeno smiled as she returned to the basement, seeing her doll still in the same position she had left her. She undressed and put on Corruption, then sat on the edge of the bed, watching the doll writhing in its bonds.

  The doll wore the same bck tex bodysuit it had experienced during her first day, a month ago. Akeno had put it in a variety of bodysuits since then, but bck definitely was her favorite. It allowed for so many interesting contrasts of colors, like the current neon green leather colr around its neck, neon green leather straps keeping its mitten-covered hands close to its shoulders, and more straps of the same color keeping its legs tightly folded. A sleek, metallic bck chastity belt was locked around the doll's hips and crotch, its small frontal led screen dispyed a green, closed padlock.

  The doll squirmed in its unspent lust, an impressive feat of endurance as most would be too exhausted after six hours to do more than the occasional twitch.

  Akeno looked forward to seeing Kallen's blissed out face, but that would have to wait a little, as the doll's head was encased inside a rigid pstic shell with a wig attached to it, a full mask imitating Rias Gremory's face and long crimson hair. The fake Rias dispyed a happy smile as she squirmed.

  [She really is a sight for sore eyes. I want to be in her pce right now.] chuckled Albion.

  [With the stuffing included?] grinned Akeno.

  [Of course! That's actually the best part!]

  [Ah, you perverted masochistic dragon girl. We'll see to it next time I visit my soul space.]

  Akeno pced her left hand on the Doll's stomach to announce her presence, and it froze for an instant, then redoubled its squirming, trying to lift its hips as much as its bound legs could.

  Akeno chuckled at her pything's eagerness as she unlocked the belt and removed it, then slowly, very slowly, removed the vibrator from its wet, hot cunt. Love juices dripped from the doll's lower mouth, and Akeno didn't waste time, aligning herself, then pushing Corruption's shaft as deep as it would go. She could see the doll's tense, could feel its vaginal muscles trying to squeeze the new invader.

  Akeno gave the doll a slow fucking, taking her time, appreciating its efforts to squeeze on the moving shaft as if to never let go of it. In those moments, she really felt grateful for the magic item's ability to transmit sensations as if it was an extension of Akeno's body. The doll came, and a few minutes ter, came again. Akeno then increased the pace, bringing the doll more orgasms, until she has one herself, then withdrew.

  Taking a small key from her inventory, she inserted it in a small keyhole on the side of the rigid shell encasing its head, unlocking it. She started to open the front panel, very slowly.

  Connected to the inner side of the front panel was a long, thin, flexible dildo, as well as two long breathing tubes. Akeno kept opening it, slowly pulling the dildo and tubes from the throat and nostrils they had occupied. When it finally came off, and Akeno removed the shell completely, the red dildo measuring easily forty centimeters long. It must have reached halfway down her stomach.

  Akeno next dealt with the bck butt plug, slowly pulling on it. An impressive specimen, custom-made for the doll, and Akeno saw the doll reach yet another orgasm before she pulled it out completely. Its total length was almost sixty centimeters, with a thick, rigid base, twenty-centimeters long, at the end of which were attached a succession of balls linked by a rubber-covered strings and wires. The balls and the base all had vibrators embedded inside, set to trigger in a random pattern.

  Akeno removed the neon-green belts keeping Kallen's limbs folded, took her into her arms, and held her gently. Kallen would need a while to come down from her high.

  After a few minutes, Kallen's eyes regained their focus, and she took a deep breath before looking up at Akeno.

  "Welcome back, Doll. Your session sted six hours. How do you feel?"

  "Great. But I can take more." replied Kallen with a hoarse voice.

  "That's extreme enough already, you naughty Doll." chuckled Akeno.

  Once Kallen had gotten used to being a doll, she had developed a weird competitive streak with herself, requesting longer sessions, more extreme gags and plugs and restraints, wanting to push her own limits ever further.

  "…Kallen, I think your training is at an end." said Akeno, not missing the fsh of disappointment in Kallen's eyes. "I have already made it st longer than I think was necessary, and the preparations to deal with the Knights and Valkyries have been completed. It's their turn to be… persuaded to serve. Am I correct in assuming you are reconciled with the idea of me and Noah being your Owners and Masters?"

  "Yes." nodded Kallen. "I was foolish to think it was a bad thing to be a sex sve, as long as my Master or Mistress is a good one. But since you are my Owner, you need to show responsibility and take care of your toy properly. Do not let your doll gather dust in a corner."

  "Of course not, Kallen." said Akeno, patting her head, and Kallen nodded. "I didn't tell you, but Noah was aware of you before we even entered your world, and the instant he realized where we were, he made it clear that we weren't leaving without you. I can tell you'll be one of his favorites."

  "He's into dolls?" asked Kallen, wondering if her new fetish was compatible with her second Owner, and Akeno ughed as she hugged Kallen tighter.

  "No, but after a session with you, he will be."

  …

  Selesia Upitiria frowned as she heard the footsteps of many people entering the prison. After nearly two days where she and her companions of misfortune had been imprisoned in this castle, they had been rgely ignored.

  It was a good thing. She knew what Britannia did to their prisoners, and she had dreaded she and her companions might suffer the same. But it seemed their luck had run out, and they would now face interrogation. As Knights and followers of a Knight, they knew a lot of things that enemies of the Holy Empire would be interested to know.

  Akeno herself stopped in front of her cell while others went to the cells where her companions were held.

  "Your name is Selesia Upitiria, right?"

  "Yes."

  "You're coming with me, Selesia." nodded Akeno as she opened the cell door.

  "For an interrogation?" asked Selesia, steeling herself for the torture.

  Akeno suddenly had a pair of metal handcuffs in hand, and Selesia wasn't stupid enough to try to fight this inhuman monster as she restrained her. "No. I told you that you would all work for us. We are going to work on bringing that about. I am not all that interested in what information you can tell me about Britannia. The URE is, but you are in my custody, not theirs, and they can piss off."

  "Piss off?" blurted out Selesia, surprised at the crude word from a woman who remained calm and polite even when shot at.

  Akeno led her out of the cell and started walking, keeping a firm but not painful grip on her arm. Selesia gnced to the sides and saw some of her companions also being handcuffed and marched out.

  "I am not a great admirer of the United Republic of Europia, as you may know if you have seen my little speech. They requested yesterday that we send you girls to an interrogation center, and while my commanding officer was opting to dey our response until you would have decided to join our side, I took a blunter approach and told them to go to hell. Considering my growing reputation, they didn't dare insist."

  "I haven't seen or heard of your speech." frowned Selesia, trying to keep a conversation going to humanize herself in the eyes of her captor.

  "It happened about two hours before we fought each other, so maybe you were already in your Knightmare then. It's all over the internet, so you will without a doubt see it soon. The short of it is that I threatened to sughter the URE's legistive assembly if they didn't improve the treatment of the refugees, and demonstrated that I could get away with it. They probably consider me a worse enemy than Britannia now, but they're too scared to try anything."

  "I see… But aren't they going to retaliate by cutting off your supplies or something?"

  "We do not care." replied Akeno as she kept walking her from one hallway to another. The squadron is one hundred percent self-reliant, thanks to our ability to create food and parts out of thin air. Well not exactly out of thin air, but you get the idea. And we are fast approaching the point where we will leave the frontline and Europia to relocate in Japan. When we entered this world, saw the situation, and decided to liberate Japan, we enlisted in the URE army only to find and recruit talented pilots, and between the wZERO squadron and you guys, we now have enough."

  "You seem very confident that you will get your way, and I take offense. I am not some weak little girl who will flinch at the sight of some needles." frowned Selesia. She knew she shouldn't challenge her, but she felt irritation at Akeno's confidence, like she was looking down on her.

  "Now, you aren't." smiled Akeno as she looked at her from the side. "But you and your companions will still fall, like many did before you."

  She was about to retort when Akeno slowed down in front of a door, and opened it. Selesia blinked as the small room behind it looked like simple personal quarters, and she felt dread as she concluded that Akeno was going to rape her.

  "Surely you aren't going to force me to…" her words stopped as she suddenly found herself into that snow-covered mountain fnk, with the Haken factory. A rge, bck building had been added on the previously free space around the house, with several colored doors.

  "Our destination is the house." said Akeno. "You companions, aside from Anya, will be brought into that new building, where my friends will deal with them.

  Selesia had no choice but to follow Akeno. As she was about to enter the house, she turned back and saw Marika being held by one of the Haken pilots, walking toward the bck building.

  She gulped as Akeno made her walk down the stairs toward the house's basement. In these circumstances, the basement was never a pce you wanted to be in.

  And when she saw its content, her fears were confirmed. Akeno forced her to stand in the cleared area where chains hung from the ceiling. Akeno removed the metal cuffs, then started removing Selesia's clothes.

  "So you're torturing me after all." said Selesia with some bitterness as she looked around. Judging from the spot where Akeno had apparently decided to bind her, it looked like she was going to be whipped.

  "That is one way to see things. Not for information, however."

  "You will pardon me if I do not feel very comforted by the awareness that you will not torture me for information." replied Selesia tartly, and Akeno chuckled.

  "I like you already, Selesia. Choosing you was the right choice."

  "What do you mean, choosing me?"

  Akeno didn't answer immediately, instead focusing on binding Selesia.

  Before long, she was standing spread-eagled, soft bck leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles tied by chains to anchor points on the ground and ceiling. She strained against the cuffs, noticing their ck of any sck, and sighed. She wasn't going anywhere until she was freed.

  Akeno, facing her, decided to add to the humiliation by fastening a bck leather colr around her neck. Because of course, being strung up naked wasn't humiliating enough!

  A red ball gag was next on Akeno's 'items-to-use-to-humiliate-Selesia' list , and she sighed before opening her mouth. If she was about to be whipped, a gag would actually help.

  "What did I mean by choosing? While I would typically take it upon myself to do the work of converting an unwilling captive into a willing sve girl, ready to serve both in battle and in the bedroom, seven of you at once is just too much, so I am delegating. Each of you is going to become the personal sve of one of us. And I told them they were free to choose their own training method depending on what kind of sve girl they wanted for themselves. Would you like to hear the details?" smiled Akeno.

  Selesia nodded, already feeling like she would regret knowing.

  "Marika is going to become a tex pet cat. Liliana will be a tex puppy. Angelise will be subjected to some kind of conditioning machine using both AI-generated imagery and sexual stimution. Dorothea will become a tex maid with a chastity belt and heavy doses of edging and orgasm denial py, and Monica… Monica has it the worst, I think. Cécile can be really ruthless when she want to. I didn't expect that from her."

  Selesia's eyes widened progressively as she listened to the horrors who were about to be visited upon her colleagues, and then it hit her. Akeno hadn't mentioned her intentions for her.

  "Mpha phoot pmhee?" asked Selesia with a shiver.

  "What about you?" smiled Akeno. "I have this vision of you wearing a shiny and tight bck tex bodysuit from the neck down, bound just like you currently are, receiving a moderate whipping, and looking at me with an expression full of lust as you ask for more. I am going to train you as a masochist sve, Selesia. It's a cssic and somewhat unimaginative, but then again, cssics are cssics because they're great."

  As Akeno took a flog from one of the walls and walked behind her, Selesia considered pleading for a second, then gave up. Pleading wouldn't change anything. All she could do was grit her teeth and hope rescue would come somehow.

  The first hit took her by surprise, and she grunted. More hits followed, and Selesia focused on trying to be silent.

  And after a few minutes of flogging, she realized something, and her eyes bulged in horror, shock and denial.

  She could not have become horny from being flogged!

  …

  Angelise Ikaruga still couldn't quite believe the woman naming herself Da Vinci could look so alike the woman in one of the world's most famous paintings.

  It was… disconcerting.

  The woman had escorted her form her cell to this room in the new bck building, where the only pieces of furniture were a console on one side with a comfortable-looking chair, a bed in the corner, and a massive white machine in the center that vaguely looked like a hybrid of a CT scan and a recliner chair.

  It looked far more ominous with the open restraints, obviously waiting for her.

  "Disrobe completely, then put this suit on, please." asked Da Vinci, handing to her what looked like a bck, thick, tex bodysuit.

  "What is it?"

  "A fun tool, as you will discover shortly."

  Angelise sighed as she removed her clothes, knowing that she had no choice. She suit unzipped in the back, but it was very tight, and she got into it with difficulty. It took some help from Da Vinci to zip the suit closed.

  "What then?" asked Angelise.

  "Now, you hop in, and get as comfortable as you can." smiled Da Vinci. "Your first session will st a few hours before you get a break.

  "I would be more comfortable if this thing didn't have obvious restraints on it." objected Angelise, watching the machine warily. "What will it even do to me?"

  "You will be watching a series of movies, and the suit and the machine are there to help make them feel more realist."

  "Propaganda movies?" frowned Angelise.

  "Stop wasting our time and get in, Angelise, or you will be forced to, and I will make it worse for you." frowned Da Vinci, and Angelise sighed as she installed herself on the white padded recliner. Da Vinci used the straps around her wrists, arms, ankles, knees, stomach, chest and throat to secure her to the device.

  Then she installed herself behind the console, and the machine came alive, the blocky part behind Angelise's head opening. Two mechanical arms holding a pair of VR goggles and earmuffs descended on Angelise's head and secured them to her head.

  "We will start the first movie." smiled Da Vinci, and Angelise's vision shifted from darkness to…

  "What the hell is that!" yelled Angelise with an outraged tone.

  Da Vinci saw on a dispy a copy of what was projected into Angelise's eyes. An AI-generated copy of Angelise was naked, bound spread-eagled to a bed, with an AI-generated copy of Noah sitting beside her, running his hands over her body.

  The inner surface of the suit Angelise wore was full of pressure actuators and miniature electrical stimutors meant to stimute her sense of touch, and synchronized itself with the machine to simute the sensations that the virtual Angelise would feel.

  "This is outrageous? How dare you use my face for this filth?" shouted Angelise, but Da Vinci didn't reply.

  The movie progressed, with the virtual Noah getting more and more intense, and at some point, the recliner's legs spread thirty degrees apart, another extension rising between her legs. A vibrator, already coated with lubricant, extended from it, and a hole opened in Angelise's suit. When the virtual Noah penetrated the virtual Angelise, the vibrator did the same.

  "Hiiiii!" screamed Angelise, jumping against her bonds like she was being electrocuted as the machine kept synchronizing its actions to the movie.

  Da Vinci nodded in satisfaction, ignoring her screams and begging as the hapless girl experienced her first orgasm. Then the movie ended, and another started, showing Angelise wearing a red tex bodysuit and bound in a strappado, with Noah slowly circling around her.

  Da Vinci pressed a button, activating another function of the machine, and Angelise started hearing her own voice in the earmuffs.

  "I want to please Master Noah."

  "I want to be a good girl."

  "It feels so good to submit."

  "I want to be pyed with."

  "I'll do anything Master Noah ask of me."

  …and so on and on.

  "I will resist it!" screamed Angelise, understanding what Da Vinci was trying to do to her, and determined not to succumb.

  "But for how long, I wonder." muttered Da Vinci, wondering if she should gag her with the oral phallus regardless of the movie's events.

  For the sake of this experiment, she had even asked Akeno to use her Item Creation and make a few vials full of Noah's semen. After Akeno tasted the content of one and confirmed that the taste and texture were the same as what she remembered, Da Vinci had drunk one, and so did Cécile, who needed it for her own pet project. As a result, Da Vinci and Cécile were both able to produce significant quantities of their Master's semen. She had of course analyzed it, and found out that it wasn't quite real semen after all, or rather, it was 'dead' semen, and impossible to use to get someone pregnant.

  It could, however, be used to fill a certain tank in the very machine that was tormenting Angelise. The poor girl would be so surprised when the first video featuring some oral action would turn out to be a lot more realist than she expected!

  …

  Monica Kruszewski regained consciousness slowly, hoping that she could fall asleep once again and forget the torture she had been subjected to over the st three days.

  She slowly opened her eyes, finding only darkness as expected. She could feel the tight tex isotion hood stretched over her head, as well as the equally tight, unrelenting hug of the leather sleeping bag she had been forced into after the end of the previous day.

  She closed her eyes again, trying to pretend she was still asleep. Anything to dey the torture.

  She had been hopeful at first when Cécile had taken her out of her cell. Monica knew she was the Britannian scientist that had been captured along the Lancelot, and she had hoped that Cécile would help her escape. Instead, Monica had been forced to change her clothes for a green tex bodysuit, then been tied to a giant metal cross, padded with bck leather. Each of her limbs was bound by four strong-looking straps, and when Monica had remarqued it seemed excessive, Cécile had only replied that she was going to jerk and spasm a lot.

  And Lord, how true her words had proved to be!

  When Monica was completely bound to the cross, Cécile had fastened a device to her crotch, then gagged her with a rubber protector, 'to protect her teeth and stop her from biting her tongue'. And then, Monica had been blindfolded. Just thinking about what had happened after that again caused her to shudder, and the leather of her sleeping bag creaked.

  She froze, hoping that Cécile wouldn't have noticed. A hope quickly dashed when the felt hands starting to undo the tight cing.

  She was in for another day of hell. Another day of that infernal device sinking its needles into her pubic region, connecting to her nerves, and sending electric signals that made her aroused to the point of orgasming in mere minutes. Then it send more than mere 'signals'.

  Monica now knew what it was like to cum from electric shocks. She knew that sensation all too well. Even now, after hours of an exhausted sleep, she still felt tingly down there, as if she was about to cum again.

  The sleeping bag was opened, and Cécile, at least, Monica assumed it was Cécile, helped her out of it.

  The tex isotion hood was removed from her face, and Monica blinked for a while before she could see clearly. Cécile was standing in front of her, dressed in a gunmetal gray tex bodysuit with bck tex boots, corset and long bck opera gloves.

  "Good morning, miss Monica. Are you ready for another day of training?" smiled Cécile.

  "Would it do any good if I said no?" tiredly asked Monica, gncing to the side. She felt both happiness at not seeing the dreaded cross apparatus, and dread as she saw another machine where the cross had been. A bck box, about two meters width and height, and three meters in length.

  "Of course not. We have started this, and we must see it through."

  Monica made a weary nod and let Cécile bring her to another room, the bathroom. There, she was stripped of her green tex bodysuit, had her hands manacled to a wall, and Cécile gave her a quick shower, dried her, fixed her hair and brushed her teeth.

  Cécile then forced her to wear the green suit again, who for some reason never seemed to be dirty, put the bck leather sve colr around her neck again, and brought her back in the torture room to stand in front of the bck box.

  "How will this thing torture me?"

  "It's a Knightmare simutor, but with a twist." smiled Cécile, pressing a button on the side of the box and opening its rear.

  "Please come in and make yourself comfortable."

  Monica sighed and stepped inside. Its interior was simir to a Japanese or Europian-style Knightmare, where the pilot would be leaning forward, straddling a saddle like a motorbike, instead of Britannian-style Knightmares were the pilot would be sitting on a chair.

  There were differences, however. Instead of the control joysticks and pedals she expected, were four metal tubes, and from this angle, Monica couldn't see what was inside.

  "You need to put your feet and hands into the tubes, miss Monica." said Cécile as she saw Monica hesitate.

  With no choice, Monica did so, finding control joysticks at the bottom of the front tubes and pedals in the rear ones, and the tubes narrowed before she noticed, trapping her limbs.

  Cécile fastened a thick belt around her waist, pulling it tight and pinning her body against the straddle.

  In her position, she couldn't look back to see what Cécile was doing, and she yelped in surprise as she felt something hard and cool press against her butthole. Worse, she almost came from the unwelcome sensation so close to her sex.

  "Please try to rex, miss Monica. it's only a small one."

  Monica couldn't rex, but that didn't stop Cécile to keep pressing, and the intruder penetrated deep into her back passage before her sphincter settled around a narrower portion.

  Another intruder entered her sex, and this time, Monica orgasmed, then whimpered in shame. Mercifully, Cécile didn't say a word.

  Monica felt straps being fastened around her waist to keep the two intruders in pce.

  Cécile moved deeper into the box, opening a compartment above Monica's head, and taking from it a pair of VR goggles that she fastened on Monica's head, plunging her into temporary darkness. Monica heard another compartment being opened above her.

  "Please open your mouth wide, miss Monica."

  Monica took a deep breath, and obeyed, a hard, round object entered her mouth, and Monica felt revulsion as she realized it was a penis gag. The gag also had a wide rubber panel that Cécile pressed firmly against her lower face as she fastened it tightly before leaving the box and closing its door.

  After a few seconds, the goggles came to life, and Monica saw a city ndscape, with three Gloucesters in the distance.

  "Before the simution starts, miss Monica, please let me expin the rules. Your goal is to destroy the enemy Knightmares without being hit. When all enemies are defeated, you will reach the next level. Every time you destroy an enemy, the vaginal probe will reward you with a few seconds of vibration. Every time you get hit, the anal probe will punish you with an electric shock."

  Monica sighed. This at least sounded more tolerable than the crucifix. But Cécile wasn't done.

  "Every time you clear a level, the dildo gag in your mouth will feed you some delicious semen. Your Master's semen, that we replicated artificially to get in rge quantities. You must learn to relish this taste, and it will be very nutritious for your body."

  "And if your Knightmare is destroyed, the anal probe will give you an enema made of more semen, mixed with an agent that will make your insides itch terribly. You should be careful, miss Monica, as the agent has a compounding effect and sts for hours. If you end up destroyed too often, you will end up begging for me to viote your butthole with a strap-on and scratch that itch. You might turn into a complete anal slut before you know it."

  "mphis mpho!" shouted Monica into her gag, horrified.

  "Then, let us start the simution. Good luck!"

  The Gloucesters started to charge her, and Monica bit down a groan of despair as she evaded their first few shots. She aimed her first at the front one, opened fire, and destroyed it with a one second burst. The vibrator in her pussy burst into life, and despite the warning, she flinched, causing her to get hit. A painful electric shock spread from her butt, and it was all she could do to avoid being hit again.

  She killed another Gloucester in retaliation, receiving more vibrations, and the third one charged her, sword in hand. Monica, feeling very distracted, still managed to destroy the enemy with her own sword, and the reward for the third kill sent her over the edge. As she orgasmed, a few bursts of a warm, salty liquid hit the back of her tongue and throat. She had no choice but to swallow it, feeling so thoroughly mortified.

  Outside of the box, Cécile was monitoring how her sve-in-training was doing, and how she reacted to the stimution. She might have to lower the intensity level of the vaginal probe if it proved to be too much.

  Of course, she would still make sure that Monica experienced defeat several times a day and would end up begging for the relief of her strap-on, coated with a counter-agent.

  Her pn for Monica was to give her a body that would crave pleasure and humiliation, get her used to seeing Britannian Knightmares as her enemies, and then put her into chastity. Monica would have to be in her best behavior constantly to receive the occasional gratification.

  And a nice thing about this simutor was that it was rgely automated. She needed to monitor Monica carefully for her first day, but once the kinks were worked out, Cécile would be able to focus on another project that she and Da Vinci were working on jointly. This Endve control system from that other world really was a great thing. Coupled with a communication system using Quantum particles entanglement, the Haken would be retrofitted to be remote-controlled, and the link would be impossible to jam or hack.

  Cécile smiled as she considered the other possibilities offered by something that used thoughts as controls.

  …

  Day after day inside the Sanctuary, the six captives were subjected to their own personalized versions of Hell.

  By day ten, half of them had, however reluctantly, admitted to their Mistresses that they actually enjoyed the training.

  By day twenty, even the most stubborn of them, Dorothea, had given up on resisting.

  By day thirty, they all had embraced their fate and learned to enjoy sexual submission in all of its forms, not just the 'themes' that had been chosen for them, and they happily signed the sve contracts Akeno had created for them.