Mirri lifted Sumi’s head by placing her hand beneath it. “Aww, who’s a good girl?” she cooed. Her smile was at once as innocent as an angel and as sadistic as a demon.

Sumi coughed and spat out some of the thick oil that’d been poured into her. Mirri’s brother, Aki, could summon the stuff in abundance. It made perfect lube for the unforgiving metal chains that slithered into their toy’s body. Those chains reached *everywhere,* too, including to depths that Sumi didn’t know she could feel. Her body felt like a ravaged puppet, having been subjected to hours (days? months? years?) of abuse that a mortal could only survive thanks to the supernatural intervention of those obscenely, deviously playful siblings.

Worse, Sumi knew that her brother was watching. She hadn’t seen him in a while—she hadn’t *earned* that privilege, based on whatever whims Mirri and Aki had—but she knew he was out there. He was enjoying this too. It was surely just the training of the dual deities that made him such as sadist, right? He wouldn’t have gotten off on seeing her suffer without their influence, right? Those thoughts were some of the only comfort the female kishin had, but even holding onto those thoughts was a challenge. Thinking of anything at all was hard after a ‘play’ session.

However, once a question has been asked, Sumi knew she was expected to answer. Her voice was nearly gone after a seeming eternity of being used in myriad ways, but she knew things would only get worse if she didn’t answer. “I…” Sumi started to say, straining to get out even a syllable. “… am?” she finished, before hacking up another glob of oil and phlegm.

Mirri gently rubbed Sumi on the head. “Uh-huuuh,” she said warmly. “But you could be an even *better* girl.” She knelt and cupped Sumi’s breasts, one in each hand, and made them larger. More sensitive. More productive. With all the pain she’d been through, it felt utterly divine to receive a tender and caring touch. The caresses became heavier, firmer… no, *harder* in a literal sense. Sumi yelped as a length of chain connected her suddenly-pierced nipples. The metal became thicker and weighed her down; she inevitably fell forward, head-first into Mirri’s lap, once her arms gave out.

“Tsk, I didn’t say you could do that…” Mirri playfully chided. It was an utterly impossible situation for Sumi, but that just gave Mirri another excuse to punish her. Although Sumi looked up in tears and tried to wordlessly plead for mercy, Mirri had already made up her mind. The clanking of heavy chains filled the air and, soon, filled Sumi’s ass and mouth once more. “I’ll check on ya in a bit~” Mirri said before she walked away and vanished into the shadows, leaving Sumi completely alone for another year or twenty.