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In a dim and grimy cellar sat a nude Shin Tsukimi in the center. The center of the cellar was occupied by an electric chair, which strapped Shin’s wrists, forearms, and ankles to the apparatus. Due to Shin’s childlike strength, escape was unfathomable. A black blindfold was wrapped around his temple, and it covered his eyes, shielding him from knowing his location. In his mouth was a cloth gag—he did not attempt to scream anyhow. His voluptuous legs were spread apart, his thighs resting on the seat. Shin’s vulva was easily discernible as a result of his nudity. In addition to this, Shin’s pert breasts were vulnerable. The cold air of the cellar caused Shin’s pink nipples to gradually stiffen.
The wooden stairs creaked as footsteps approached Shin. Shin began to perspire, and he wished he could survey the room with frantic vision, but, alas, he was utterly helpless, at the mercy of whoever his captor was. The sound of the footsteps abruptly ceased. The room grew eerie, and Shin’s stomach began to churn.
“Are you ready for some fun~?” A familiar voice purred. Shin’s breath hitched in his throat, for he instantly recognized that sound; he was all too accustomed to the vernacular of Sou Hiyori. Shin attempted to reply, scream, anything, but the gag muffled any noise he hoped to make. “Heh, you’re so precious, Shin…” Hiyori stated breathily. Then, Hiyori knelt down beside the electric chair. Connected to the apparatus were two nipple clamps. Hiyori brought those items into his grasp, and with a grin and a snicker, the clamps pinched Shin’s stiff nipples. Shin jerked backward; his breasts bounced slightly. The foreign sensation elicited a whine. Next, Hiyori’s gaze scanned the grimy floor for a third clamp. His pupils landed on the clamp near Shin’s bare, pale, and smooth feet. After acquiring the third clamp, Hiyori employed it to pinch Shin’s clitoris, securing the clamp. With that, Hiyori eagerly strode toward the control panel.
Despite knowing escape was virtually impossible, Shin squirmed in the chair as Hiyori’s footsteps faded into another area of the cellar. Shin’s protests were futile, so with a lachrymose sniffle, Shin surrendered himself to his cruel incoming fate. Shin sobbed, knowing he was acquiescing to the devil himself, and awareness of the extent of Hiyori’s sadism led to a grim hope—Shin wished not for survival, but a quick death.
Hiyori sat behind the control panel. He stretched languidly as if he were a feline, and he adjusted his position to ensure his comfort. Hiyori brought his hands upward, and he interlocked his fingers. He cracked his knuckles, and he smiled with nefarious intent. Hiyori’s breath quickened with unquenchable excitement as his eyes darted across the control panel. The lever to control the voltage was the most crucial aspect of his plan. A fatal wattage would kill Shin before he could relish in the sound of Shin’s screams and witness Shin’s pure agony. On the other hand, a low wattage would only elicit minor reactions as Shin’s genitals and body adapted to the shock of Shin’s brain, which grew weary of screaming and wailing.
The anticipation of his anguish aroused immense anxiety within Shin. The agony of his psychological state would likely far surpass the pain Hiyori would inflict, Shin thought. Shin sat paralyzed in apprehension, awaiting the torture that would soon arrive. He felt the cold metal on his erogenous flesh. Shin’s legs instinctively wanted to decrease their proximity, but the chair permitted Hiyori to exploit him in any way imaginable.
“Mmm!” A muffled shriek escaped Shin’s gagged mouth. Hiyori had initiated the first shock at nine hundred volts. Shin’s body shuddered uncontrollably as the electricity dispersed throughout his frail form. His muscles contracted. Shin’s breasts felt tender, and his nipples felt like they had been scorched with flames. The latter sensation applied to Shin’s clitoris as well. Shin hyperventilated, feeling dizzy, disoriented. He hoped the next shock would simply end him. Shin’s nails raked against the wooden armrests, a natural instinct attempting to reduce physical pain.
“Those clamps are lucky bastards. Aren’t you having fun, Shin? Don’t worry, you’ll be so happy you’ll cum if I shock you enough!” Hiyori laughed manically, tearing up and finding his schadenfreude humorous. Hiyori adjusted the voltage to five thousand volts. Shin’s ears could discern the whirring of the chair's wire and circuits.
“Ahh!” Shin screamed with a muffled sob. Shin felt his heart rate rapidly increasing. Shin’s vulva felt utter pain, and Shin’s clitoris was definitely burned. “Mm!” Shin released a high-pitched yelp as Hiyori repeated the same shock without permitting Shin to recover. Shin felt a pain in his chest aside from the one that rang through his nipples and breasts. The arrhythmia of his heartbeat was becoming fatal at an exponential rate. Shin never assumed that impending death could feel so painful.
With a final twenty thousand volt shock, Shin fell limp. The electricity nearly set his body aflame. Hiyori rose from the control panel, and he giddily skipped toward his masterpiece. He stood in front of the chair, admiring his work, Shin’s electrocuted cadaver. Rigor mortis ensued. Urine poured from Shin’s vaginal opening, and runny feces flowed from Shin’s pulsating anus. The sight aroused Hiyori. An erection began to form beneath his trousers.
Hiyori craved release. His hands groped the breasts of Shin’s corpse as he vigorously thrusted into Shin’s lifeless vulva. Hiyori groaned with absolute bliss as the tight confines of Shin’s virgin, deceased vulva pleased his member. Despite the fecal matter that lined Shin’s rectum, Hiyori decided to fuck that hole as well. Gradually, the fecal matter coated his tip and foreskin. Hiyori was indifferent to this; his dead sex doll was pleasuring him. When his climax finally arrived, he pulled out. He stroked his member as it softened, and his ejaculate sprayed across Shin’s breasts.