Orgasm Control (2)
A small vibrator, similar in shape to the egg vibrator he'd used on her for the first time. The difference was that while the egg had been made of cheap plastic, the one the Manager now wielded was crafted from hard, waterproof silicone. It had two buttons for adjusting intensity and came loaded with various vibration patterns—a tool designed to guide the user efficiently to orgasm. Of course, that was only when used on oneself... Not now, when her body was restrained and her clitoris was being tortured against her will.
"Kkuk..!"
"Good. You're holding up well, Livestock Number B62."
The Manager had given Heo Seong-ah just three orders. 1. Endure without making unnecessary noises. 2. Last 30 minutes without passing out. 3. Don't move your body.
If she followed those two—no, all three—he promised to drastically shorten the 15 hours of torture and grant her 10 minutes of rest every 30 minutes.
It was an offer she had no reason to refuse, so she bit down hard on her lip, desperately stifling her voice just like this.
"Kkeu-eup..!"
She tried to hold back the moans... but faint sounds kept slipping through her lips, impossible to suppress entirely.
He'd forgive slips that minor with his broad magnanimity, the Manager said as he pressed the vibrator firmly against her pussy.
He started by targeting the clitoris... then switched tactics, rubbing the entire mound.
Poking here and there brought wildly different reactions each time, making the torment all the more rewarding.
"Kkeup!"
Her hips bucked once, and pussy juices squirted out with a psshh.
Even after squirting countless times already, this vulgar pussy showed no signs of stopping, obediently responding to the pleasure.
Vrrrrm—
"Kkuuuu-eup!!"
The reaction after squirting was always intense. She probably couldn't climax, but the hypersensitive state right after orgasm lingered endlessly?
"Euu..."
Even if it killed her, she didn't want to feel that sensation again—or so she must have thought, trembling as the Manager cranked up the vibrator's intensity.
Vrrrrmmm—
"Kkuuu-eup!!"
She thrashed even harder than before, resisting the pleasure. Unknowingly, she'd broken rule three... but her writhing was far more entertaining than compliance, so he let it slide.
Vrrrrm—
"Kkeuuuu-eup!!"
"Livestock Number B62, you're enduring splendidly. Just one minute left."
Honestly, he hadn't expected her to last a full 30 minutes, but against his predictions, she held firm against the pleasure.
A moment where her innate perverted nature shone... or perhaps the fruits of his training? The Manager couldn't hide his grin, his lips twitching upward.
"Final five seconds... four... three... two... one... Time."
"Kkuheup..."
A promise was a promise. The instant the 30 minutes ended, he pulled his hand away.
"Ten minutes now. Relax as you like."
"Yesss..."
Clink—
Ten minutes... short if short, long if long. To Heo Seong-ah, who'd endured nonstop torment, it was a precious, grateful respite.
She let out a sigh of relief, her body going slack.
Meanwhile, the Manager tidied the tools back into their case, stripped off his latex gloves, and slipped on thick ones resembling rubber work gloves. Protruding silicone nubs of varying sizes and shapes covered the palm and fingers.
He slathered his hand generously with aphrodisiac pills, clenching and unclenching his fist... then pressed his palm against the oblivious, docile Heo Seong-ah's pussy.
"Hik!"
A cold, chilling sensation. Before she could react to the Manager's sudden move, the palm ground left and right at blinding speed.
"Kkaaaaaang!! Aaaang!! Ak, kkeuuuuk!!"
Splish-splish-splish—
Endless squirts erupted from her slick pussy, soiling his hand.
"Kkeuuuk! You said you'd let me restttt!! Stooop!!"
"What are you talking about? I'm clearly giving you a rest, aren't I?"
"Kkeuuuaaaang!!"
"My definition of 'rest' means no vibrator. I never said I wouldn't touch your pussy—and as I mentioned earlier, this time is for verifying the results of your orgasm training. We can't give your pussy even a moment to recover, can we?"
"Kkeuuk... Haaang! Haaaaang!!"
Half-listening, Heo Seong-ah screamed, lost to reason.
Indeed, those nubby fingers rubbing her clitoris fast felt far better than the vibrator crushing down.
Drowning in ecstasy, she arched her body as if to faint, squirted fiercely, then slammed her head back repeatedly.
"Stoooop!! I wanna cum!! Let me cuuum!! Pleeeease!! Aaaaang!! Aaang!!"
"Haa... If you break down this quickly, whatever will you do later... Haa..."
He understood her desperation. No matter how much she orgasmed, squirted, clenched... she could never truly climax.
Lasting this long sane was impressive in itself.
"Let me cuuum!! I wanna cuuum!! Haaaaang!!"
Her head-banging made him pause his rubbing; he pinned her forehead firmly.
"Tsk... No self-harm allowed. No matter how insane it drives you, accept it obediently."
"Stooop... Hnng... Pleeease... I wanna cum... Why... Make me climax... Hnng..."
Less than an hour into the torture... and fragile Heo Seong-ah was utterly shattered.
"Haa... What to do with you..."
A idea struck him; smirking faintly, the Manager spoke.
"Very well. Since Livestock Number B62 is suffering so much, I'll end the torture."
"Hnng... Kkuk..."
She'd already achieved the no-fainting-for-30-minutes goal he'd mentioned first—more than enough to confirm her training progress.
"Instead of ending it outright, you'll remove the Anal Plug yourself, as we skipped earlier. Understood?"
"Y-yes..?"
"Don't want to? Or shall we fill the full 15 hours with pussy-rubbing? Now that I know plain rubbing works better than the vibrator, I'll do it by hand for the rest."
"N-nooo! I'll do it! Anal Plug removal, yes... No more pussy... Hnng..."
"Understood."
Seeing her beg like that, it must be truly agonizing. The Manager gripped the Anal Plug at once.
Its bumpy dildo surface was creepy even to hold.
"Relax and stay still."
"Kkeuhuuk..."
The plug's sticky, dried juices felt disgusting. Normally coated in aphrodisiac lube... but far too merciful for her now.
Once shoved in, her intestines would secrete plenty anyway.
Casually dismissing it as someone else's problem, the Manager thrust the Anal Plug in mercilessly.
"Kkaaaak..!"
Her ass, stretched all day, swallowed it with ease. It still caught slightly passing her colon, but firm presses buried it to the hilt.
"Kkeuuk... Haa... Uk..."
The foreign pressure on her lower belly uncomfortable, Heo Seong-ah clenched and relaxed her sphincter, mumbling through pursed lips.
The Manager released her restraints and lightly slapped her ass.
Smack—
"Kkkeuk..!"
"Waiting position."
A short, curt command. Legs wobbling, Heo Seong-ah somehow straightened her back.
She squatted on trembling thighs, hands clasped behind her head for balance.
"Kkkeuk... Haaa..."
Her body swayed precariously, on the verge of toppling.
Regardless... the Manager prodded the exposed end of the Anal Plug clenched in her ass.
"Kkihik!"
A reminder not to forget her task. A command to constantly feel what filled her gut...
"Begin whenever you're ready. No time limit, so take it slow."
"Kkeuhuuk..."
Relief at no time limit; she calmly tensed her sphincter.
But his next words were brutally cruel.
"No time limit, but... if your reactions get boring, I'll rub your pussy."
"Y-yess..? Th-that's too..."
Just hearing it made her pussy clench painfully tight, juices trickling out as she fought her own pleasure.
"Hnng..."
"What's the problem? Pull out the Anal Plug quickly, and it's solved."
"Kkeuhuuk..."
Her actions mattered most. Realizing that, Heo Seong-ah gritted her teeth, bore down, and successfully extracted the tip.
Squelch—
"Kkaahuaaang..."
Suddenly relaxed, she nearly toppled over.
Palm open wide, the Manager slapped her ass without hesitation.