"Mmh..."
Rei Miyamoto stood up from the cold restraint table. The moment she took a hesitant step, a sharp, tingling sensation of weakness immediately surged from her core, radiating all the way to her brain. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
The heavy gold ring permanently piercing her most sensitive flesh not only prevented the swollen bud from retracting beneath her hood, but it also severely restricted her basic mobility. Simply walking caused her bare thighs to brush against the metal, sending agonizing jolts of overstimulation through her nervous system. From now on—let alone engaging in strenuous activities like running or fighting—she wouldn't even be able to wear underwear without enduring constant, paralyzing friction.
She knew that in the darkest corners of the old world's underground, captive slaves were sometimes forced to wear piercings to mark their status. However, those were typically placed on less intrusive areas and rarely interfered with daily life to this degree. Even when rings were placed directly on the nerve center, they were usually removable novelties reserved for the private palaces of oil tycoons. But those women were considered absolute property; even if they were maimed or killed behind closed doors, no one would dare utter a single word of protest.
Rumor had it that to ensure their property never forgot their place, some cartels would brand their slaves with hot irons or surgically alter them. Compared to those butchers, Adrian's method of permanently locking a surgical-grade ring through her flesh felt like a cruel, inescapable brand of absolute ownership.
"Hurry up and get to work! There are still plenty of chores to be done across the estate," Kotonoha barked, tossing a frilly maid's apron directly at Rei's face.
The sprawling central villa covered over four hundred square meters across three floors; keeping it immaculate on a daily basis was a grueling task that required constant, back-breaking labor.
"Wait... please, let me catch my breath," Rei gasped, propping her trembling hands against the edge of the steel table. Right now, even the slightest shift in her posture caused the heavy ring to pull at her bruised flesh, draining the strength from her legs.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot the most important part!" Kotonoha chirped with sudden, sadistic glee. She scurried over to a locked drawer and retrieved a handful of exquisite, tiny silver bells.
"What... what are those for?" Rei asked, staring at the tiny bells with a rising sense of dread.
"Dogs simply must wear collars and bells! Otherwise, how would anyone be able to tell if they belong to a Master?" Kotonoha giggled deliriously.
Rei stared at the girl's flushed face—at the utterly earnest, broken devotion in her eyes, and the massive breasts bouncing heavily with her laughter. A wave of nauseating dizziness washed over the blonde.
'Is this... is this mindless, happy thing what I am going to turn into someday?' Rei wondered in horror. She could sense it clearly: the girl standing before her truly took deep, twisted pride in being a "bitch."
Kotonoha proudly used small metal clasps to fasten two of the silver bells directly onto her own swollen nipples, then gave her shoulders a gentle sway.
Jingle-jingle. As her massive, F-cup breasts swayed, a crisp, clear ringing chimed from the metal, broadcasting her every movement.
"Do I... do I have to wear them too?" Rei asked, swallowing the dry lump in her throat.
"Of course! You are the Master's new bitch. Naturally, you have to wear your tag," Kotonoha stated, as if explaining basic arithmetic to a child.
"Alright. I'll wear it," Rei conceded in defeat.
Having already suffered enough agony for one morning, the pragmatic survivor didn't dare voice another objection. It was just a matter of wearing a bell—surely she could endure that humiliation to stay alive. However, she was confused to find that Kotonoha only handed her a single bell.
"Where am I supposed to attach this?" Rei asked, bewildered. Were these bells assigned by rank? Did Kotonoha get two because she was the Head Bitch, while Rei was relegated to just one?
"Your bell, naturally, hooks onto your new ring!" Kotonoha pointed directly at the heavy gold hoop locked through Rei's bruised core.
"What?" Rei gasped, her face draining of color.
Having the heavy ring permanently piercing her flesh had already made normal movement agonizing; if she were forced to hang a metal bell directly from her nerve center, how was she supposed to even walk? Although the bell was tiny—weighing perhaps only a few dozen grams—having such a weight dangling and swinging from her most sensitive anatomy meant it would relentlessly pull and chafe with every single step she took.
"Do you want me to tell the Master you are refusing your uniform?" Kotonoha cast a dark, threatening sidelong glance at her.
"I'll wear it! I'll put it on right now!" Rei nodded frantically. She took the small silver bell in her trembling fingers and awkwardly attempted to thread its clasp onto the locked gold ring.
"Ahhh... jingle-jingle... ahh!"
The cold metal clasp pinched against her highly sensitized, swollen flesh. The slightest touch sent a paralyzing jolt of electricity up her spine, causing her legs to buckle. Despite several agonizing attempts, her trembling fingers failed to attach the bell. Instead, the relentless fumbling merely succeeded in eliciting a string of desperate, lewd moans from her own lips, causing her spread, butterfly-like folds to begin dripping profusely with fresh arousal.
"Well, well. Look at you, you dirty little slave. You really are a natural-born slut, getting off all by yourself just from putting on your collar," Kotonoha teased, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
'It's your entire, messed-up family that belongs in a psych ward!' Rei fumed inwardly, her pride screaming in protest. 'If it weren't for a vicious, broken lackey like you, would I really have to degrade myself like this?' Just yesterday morning, she had been a vibrant, popular high school student with her entire life ahead of her. Yet now, in less than twenty-four hours, she had been chemically burned, repeatedly violated, and permanently pierced like livestock. She had lost the fundamental right to even be treated as a human being.
A sudden chill ran through Rei's heart. When—if ever—would she finally be able to reclaim her dignity in this hellish new world?
Of course, while she was mentally tearing her captors to shreds, her pragmatic survival instincts kept her hands moving. After several more agonizing, breath-catching attempts, she finally managed to secure the small silver bell to the gold ring. Discretion was the better part of valor; when facing such absolute, terrifying power, there was no shame in swallowing her pride and biding her time.
Enduring the sharp, pulling discomfort between her legs with every step, she bit her lip, tied the frilly apron around her bare waist, and—with her pale buttocks completely exposed to the cool air—began following Kotonoha's chiming figure out of the training room to begin her chores.
Rei was still seething with suppressed resentment, but the moment they entered the grand foyer and she saw Manami Katsura dragging a disheveled, filthy figure through the front doors, her dark mood instantly lifted. As the old, cynical saying goes: When you are down in the dumps, seeing someone who is even worse off than you are is the absolute quickest way to lift your spirits.
"Ugh, it absolutely reeks! What on earth is the deal with this piece of trash?" Kotonoha pinched her nose in performative disgust, glaring at her mother.
"The Master specifically ordered me to bring her back from the perimeter fence. I don't know the details myself!" Manami answered timidly, keeping her eyes downcast.
Since Adrian had explicitly placed the older woman under Kotonoha's absolute authority, the beautiful corporate executive was genuinely terrified of her unhinged, sadistic daughter.
"You stupid cow! You don't know a single thing—what good are you?" Kotonoha snapped angrily at the older woman.
The girl's psyche had completely embraced the dark side; in her twisted worldview, Manami was no longer her mother, but rather the pathetic, weak culprit responsible for their family's downfall. She dared not harbor even the slightest resentment toward Adrian, so naturally, the entire burden of her misplaced hatred fell upon the submissive woman.
"Water... please... I need water!" Saya cried out, her eyes glazed and utterly unfocused.
She was covered in dirt, dried fluids, and her own urine. Although she had just greedily swallowed half a mouthful of her captor's 'water' out in the sun, claiming the degrading act had actually quenched her severe dehydration would be a complete joke.
"She is absolutely filthy! Big Cow, drag her out to the back courtyard and hose her down with the industrial sprayer. Wash the filth off her thoroughly before you even think about bringing her back inside the Master's house!" Kotonoha waved her hand in absolute disgust.
Only a brainless, busty animal like her mother would be stupid enough to drag such a vile, reeking thing directly onto the pristine hardwood floors.
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