A joyful nightmare

You feel pain. You can only feel pain. You are tied to a large table completely nude. Not in the elegant shibari binds, but in simple and crude bindings that only exist to lock down your pathetic form. Your legs are spread 90 degrees, your arms are spread wide, and your fluffy tails fall through a hole in the table, forcing your back to lie tightly against the hard surface.

"So, this is what our goddess is really like—a perverted, masochistic slut," you hear Yuma say, though you cannot see him with your binds.

"Is this really what we should be doing?" Yoshio questions.

"It's what she wants. We all swore loyalty to her, but what exactly does that mean? If she makes a decision you disagree with, is it loyalty to disobey her and do what you think is in her best interests, or is it loyalty to follow her wishes to the very end? Normal people may do the former, but we're all soldiers—we do the latter," Ryuji says with indifference.

"If her desire is to be dominated while kicking and screaming, then how are we going to know when to stop?" Yoshio asks in a worried tone.

"If we consider what we've done to her so far... and the lengths she's gone through to get here... I don't think she has a tolerance limit. Remember the rope? She only gets more turned on," Yuma says, almost as if he's trying to calm himself down rather than Yoshio.

"Luckily, we have the rules she imposed on herself as a guidebook. Rule 4 states that all her self-restrictions are removed if we go too far. Today we'll find out just what those limits are, to better serve our goddess," Ryuji says as he puts his thumb and index finger on your clit.

You don't say anything. You only smile, and soon enough, the large mirror you used when making those self-imposed rules is hung above you, and you can now clearly see the state of your body. You only wish you had a close-up on your vulnerable flesh, and as soon as you wish that, the mirror distorts to your will, and you can clearly see two fingers pressed together where your clit is. Then a pain assaults you as Ryuji punches your clit without saying a word.

"How is it, Master Tamamo?" Ryuji politely asks.

For a moment, you pause. The pain is horrific, but at this point, a mere clit pinch feels a little boring. Sure, you are tied up, but the rope burn was far more interesting. You let out a smug grin.

"Whatever happened to testing my limits? You already know all of my secrets and how I enjoy things done forcefully without my permission. Ask too many questions, and I'll lose my interest. Then there'll be nothing stopping me from giving you the punishment of a lifetime."

You watch as Ryuji lets out a sigh. Then he lets go of your clit, only to then put it right in between the knuckles of his fists. Yuma and Yoshio then put all four hands on your left breast. Then they all press as hard as they can.

"Hyaaaa!" You scream as you wake up, only to find your thumb and index finger of your right hand squeezing your clit, your left hand squeezing your breast, and your tails curling around your legs, forcing them apart.

You look back at the dream only to feel a little disappointed. You were in a vulnerable position and helpless to stop your pussy and breasts from getting hurt, which has some appeal, but it all just felt too scripted. Being cocky and getting punished for it is far more fun. But most importantly, there wasn't much those three could do to you. They had to use their physical body to harm yours, so they were forced to use unoriginal techniques. Something needs to be changed. You modify one of your rules.

Rule 2. Only damage from a man... or woman, yeah, that's fine too—woman's physical body may benefit from Rule 1. I want to be dominated by a person, not a tool... and also anything that I find hot.

Rule 2. Only attacks that can be attributed to a person and anything that I find hot may benefit from Rule 1.

With that decision, you can feel that whatever reluctance you had to walk down this path has disappeared. There's no turning back now. Any chance of salvaging at least a somewhat normal life is gone. All roads lead to destruction. All that's left is to choose a path.