Orgasm Control
A commonplace egg vibrator, the kind you can find anywhere. No intensity control—just a cheap, low-quality piece of junk that buzzes dumbly and relentlessly.
It's the sort of thing women buy for their first foray into adult toys... but once they've awakened to pleasure through repeated masturbation, their senses dull, and it brings no thrill at all.
Heo Seong-ah was no different. Slapping something like this bluntly against her clitoris just hurt. Yeah, it hurt... that was supposed to be normal...
"Kyaaaaahhh!!"
For some reason, every time her clitoris trembled, an overwhelming surge of pleasure shattered her sanity. The stimulation was so intense she wanted to flee. Pleasure beyond her control was pure torment.
Heo Seong-ah twisted her hips side to side, writhing her waist, but such feeble struggles could never break her restraints.
"Grrruuuh...! Ah, aaaahhh!!"
Even clenching her teeth to endure lasted only three seconds. The deeper she fought, the fiercer the ecstasy from her pussy—it drove her mad. The only way to survive this torture was to accept it calmly.
But... what woman in the world could stay composed in a situation like this?
"Kyaaaaahhhh!!"
Impossible. Utterly impossible. No woman could manage it.
"Kyaaaaahk! Graaaahhh!!"
She thrashed and wailed like a maniac... but the torture had barely begun two minutes ago. Screaming her limits already boded ill for the road ahead. There were still fourteen hours and fifty-eight minutes left. At this rate, she'd emerge from the training room with her mind utterly broken.
Whiiiiiirrr—
"Ugh, guk... eugh...!"
No breaks. Heo Seong-ah squirted violently under the cheap egg vibrator's caress. A gush of pussy juices poured out, trickling down her lower belly to soak the underside of her chin where she lay.
She couldn't see it, but imagining her vulgar, spraying pussy filled her with shame—she turned her head away.
"Kuh-haaaaa... aak... kyaaahng...!"
Ten minutes in, the first major hurdle hit. Unlike before, Heo Seong-ah's waist went rigid. She craned her neck back, grinding her teeth. No screams, no moans, no breaths—she lifted her lower body high and froze.
Whiiiiiirrr—
The vibrator relentlessly assaulted her clitoris and pussy mound. Five seconds... ten...
"Guk!"
A twitch. Heo Seong-ah's waist bucked wildly as a fountain erupted from her pussy. Her thighs clamped tight; a moan leaked from her gaping lips as she shook her head side to side.
"Kuh... u... eugh...!"
Her body shuddered, face twisted in misery. She looked so pathetic that... the Manager pretended mercy, tossing aside the vibrator in his hand.
"Haa... haa..."
Did she think it was over? Her contracting pussy hole visibly relaxed.
The Manager seized the moment, pressing the vibrator firmly back against her clitoris.
"Kihik?! Aaaaaahhh!! Ahk! Kuh-haaaahng!! Graaaaahhh!!"
She flailed in panic at the sudden assault. She'd just returned from the brink of ecstasy—her fleeing reason yanked brutally back to reality.
"Kyaaaaahhhh!! Graaaahng! For reaaal! Nooo!! Stop iiiit!!"
Exactly thirteen minutes and twenty-two seconds in. Reaching her limit, Heo Seong-ah shrieked until her throat tore, then choked on coughs as her breath failed.
Even then, with the pussy still crushed under pressure, her face flushed beet red, body quaking—she looked like she might die.
"Haa..."
Any longer, and it really might go too far. Regretfully, the Manager switched off the vibrator.
"Hic... kuhk... eugh..."
Even after some time, Heo Seong-ah's pussy throbbed, savoring the aftershocks. The ongoing gushes of juice were obscenely erotic. Suppressing the urge to ram his cock into that slick hole, the Manager peeled off the latex suit encasing her ass.
"Ah... ahk... haa...!"
A wave of pent-up pain hit, making her jolt. But the pussy's lingering pleasure overpowered the ass pain—she merely convulsed, no major reaction.
"Haa..."
The Manager rummaged through the box of tools, sighing in profound disappointment.
"Livestock Number B62, do you know how long you lasted?"
"Hic... kuhk... I'm sorryyy... I'm so sorryyy..."
"What exactly are you sorry for?"
The question itself meant... she'd performed below even his lowest expectations. She apologized on instinct, sensing she was wrong—but baseless guilt only enraged him further.
"What did you do wrong, B62?"
"Hic, th-that's..."
A commonplace lover's exchange. Like "What did you do wrong, oppa? Tell me." Heo Seong-ah's frozen brain whirred, sifting through her actions for an answer.
"B62. Answer quickly, please."
"Heuk..."
Anger laced the Manager's voice, utterly unlike before. She had to say something fast, but blurting nonsense would invite the usual harsh punishment.
As she agonized... something whistled through the air and cracked against her ass.
Pang—
"Gak!"
The unimaginable shock drew a sharp yelp; her waist whipped.
"Kuhk... aaah...!"
The searing pain engulfed her entire ass, burning like fire for ages. The pale flesh swelled into a massive welt.
"Huu... From now on, if you don't answer my questions immediately, I'll strike your ass. Understood? B62, as I've said many times, I'm not a patient man—keep that in mind."
"S-sorryyy..."
A massive paddle, like an old-fashioned caning board... tapped her ass lightly, menacingly. Nothing like their usual SM toys. In ancient Joseon, ten strokes could burst flesh and draw blood.
"Hic... eugh..."
Heo Seong-ah knew instinctively: one more hit from that brutal tool would ruin her ass beyond use.
"B62, then answer quickly. Didn't I give you extra rest time just to talk?"
"Y-yes..! I-I'll tell you... kuhk..."
The paddle's edge pressed firmly against her pussy. Chilled to the bone, Heo Seong-ah blurted without hesitation.
"Sorry for leaking pussy juices all over without permission..."
"Hm. Do you think that's wrong? Lots of pussy juice is a good sign for a woman. They say the wetter the pussy, the more a man will love her."
"Y-yes..."
"Quickly, give another reason."
"Y-yes..?"
The Manager planned to drag this out until she hit the answer he wanted.
"Sorry for thrashing around so much..."
"No. I loosened the restraints so you could move—if you didn't, that'd be weirder. Another reason, please."
"Ah... th-that's... sorry for screaming in rebellion..."
"That's certainly wrong... but staying rational and meek in that situation would be the strange thing. Another reason, please."
"Heuk..."
Another reason? Nothing came to mind. What had she done to deserve this nagging?
"B62, no answer?"
"Hic! Kuhk!"
Thud thud—
The broad paddle smacked her ass—big enough to cover it entirely.
"I-I don't knowww..."
"...Is that so?"
Forced to answer something, she spoke honestly. It was the right move; the Manager set the paddle down.
"Since you don't know, I'll tell you."
"Yes..."
"Your mistake, B62, was nearly passing out after just ten minutes of pleasure."
"Y-yees..?"
She hadn't even realized she'd been on the verge of fainting—how could she know her error?
"To be an excellent female livestock, you must endure at least thirty minutes. Understood?"
Thirty minutes? Utterly impossible, obviously.
"I'll try..."
She answered positively for now, but it was hopeless. Even one minute of orgasm was torture.
"No. Not 'try'—you must endure."
"Yes..."
"We'll continue the training for that. Do better this time."
"Y-yees..?"
Whiiiiiirrr—
"Kihik!"
Now... this was punishment extended.
"You know what happens if you faint, right?"
"Grrruuuuh!!"
With a smiling threat, the Manager mercilessly pressed the vibrator to Heo Seong-ah's pussy.