Infinite Climax Torture
Lost in a swirl of dark thoughts, Heo Seong-ah suddenly felt a chill between her legs and stiffened her waist in shock. Without a word, the Manager had flung open the crotch section of her Latex Suit.
"Livestock Number B62, it's hardly news, but your pussy is incredibly beautiful. You probably have no idea, do you?"
"Hngh...!"
How often in life does one get to see another person's genitals? Aside from the occasional public bath or group showers with friends on school trips, she'd never seen another woman's naked body up close. Even then, embarrassment had kept her from staring outright—she'd only stolen furtive glances. So she had no clue what her own pussy even looked like.
She couldn't agree with the Manager's words, and such "praise" did nothing to lift her spirits.
"Livestock Number B62, I mean it. Isn't this something any woman should be thrilled about?"
From the perspective of a man who'd inspected thousands of pussies, this one was genuinely stunning. It was a pristine, straight-lined slit that screamed virginity, clenched tight. Her habit of timidly rubbing her clit had slightly parted the outer labia, but the perfect symmetry on both sides delivered a visual punch like no other. Thanks to the aphrodisiac's effects, it was always slick with arousal fluid, glistening invitingly. The hole twitched as if ready to swallow a man's cock to the hilt—yet it belonged to a complete virgin, stirring a delicious sense of taboo. Her pubic hair grew neatly in an inverted triangle over the mound, sparse and well-spaced enough that even those who hated bush would devour it hungrily. It was no exaggeration to say this pussy was made to be fucked... made to turn her into female livestock.
Of course... that was only up to now. Once she was dragged off to her owner and subjected to all sorts of brutal torments, no one could predict what that pretty little pussy would look like afterward. Some perverts got off on deliberately disfiguring women's bodies, snapping Before > After photos during the torture. What fate awaited Heo Seong-ah? The Manager was intensely curious.
"Haha."
If there were a beauty pageant for pussies, hers would claim first place without question. An irresistible surge of possessiveness welled up, and the Manager chuckled unwittingly as he reached out.
He gave her pussy the lightest rub, and Heo Seong-ah let out an adorable whimper, her head snapping back.
"Ah... aaang...!"
Teasingly, he flicked his wrist up and down, stimulating her pussy ever so gently.
"Aaaaaang...!! Aaangh...! Aaang!!"
The core of pleasure she'd been denied for so long was now under direct assault. The intense stimulation scrambled her mind, driving reason to the brink. Each stroke unleashed sprays of arousal fluid with lewd splatters, scattering everywhere. It looked for all the world like she was climaxing—but no matter how she screamed, thrashed, or squirted, Heo Seong-ah couldn't reach orgasm.
"Kkuuuma aaaan!! Aaaaaang!!"
The more pleasure she felt... the more she squirted... the only sensation left was her unsatisfied pussy burning with frantic need.
"Gruaaang...!!"
Ignoring her desperate cries, the Manager rubbed her pussy as much as he pleased. The way the soft flesh yielded to his palm, the gushes of fluid with every touch—it was so addictive he could play with her like this all day.
"Ah... aaaang...!!"
She writhed in resistance, but her rigidly restrained limbs only rattled against their bonds. What could be more torturous for a woman than pussy torment while completely immobilized?
"Aaaaaaaaaaang...!!"
Her head banged back and forth as she clenched and unclenched her fists repeatedly. The agony was enough to make her sob; Heo Seong-ah choked out moans through ragged breaths.
"Agh... kkh... hngh...!"
This went on for a while... until the Manager suddenly regained his composure and pulled his hand away. As he raised it, the arousal fluid coating his palm dripped down his fingers like stalactites in a cave.
"Hoo..."
Her swollen pussy hole quivered, begging for more intense pleasure. No need to whine—it would soon be thrashing in ecstasy from the real torture ahead. Silently, the Manager covered her pussy with the suit again.
"Livestock Number B62, did it feel good when I touched your pussy like that?"
"Kkh... hngh...!"
She tried to guess his intent, but the Manager's whims were as inscrutable as ever.
"Your ears aren't blocked... so why won't you answer? I'll ask again: did it feel good?"
"Hic... y-yes...!"
"Good. Honesty is rewarded. How good did it feel?"
The Manager stroked her head in mock praise. Despite the unwelcome touch, Heo Seong-ah couldn't muster any resistance and just sniffled through her tears.
"Since you lack sexual experience, I assume your clit gives stronger pleasure than penetration. So, once you're sold to your owner, beg him to finger your pussy whenever you want to feel good. Understood?"
"Yes..."
"Say it properly. Repeat after me: 'Master, this filthy livestock bitch is in heat and suffering—please finger my pussy~'"
"Hic... kkh...!"
Just imagining those shameful, vulgar words made her stomach churn. The Manager glanced at her hesitation and smirked, letting it slide.
"If you don't want to, that's fine. By the end of today's training, you'll be begging like a slut whether you like it or not."
His voice brimmed with unshakable confidence. He returned from the shelf with a peculiar sex toy: a silicone mushroom head atop a pillar, with a switch for intense vibrations—a crude electric massager. Any novice woman would cum instantly from its power pressed to her pussy.
Now, he jammed it between her legs... and mercilessly flipped the switch.
Viiiiiiiiing—
"Kkihk...!"
Unable to endure the sudden vibrations, she curled her waist. Pleasure? Pain? The nightmarish Latex Suit devoured all sensation, leaving only a nauseating buzz in her lower belly.
One minute... two... three... The intensity ramped up with time.
Even under such savage assault, not a single moan escaped Heo Seong-ah's lips.
"Livestock Number B62, isn't this fun?"
"Y-yes...?"
"A premature pussy that would normally cum the instant a vibrator touches it is enduring this long."
It didn't sound like idle amusement.
"I'm curious what happens when all that built-up stimulation explodes at once."
"Eh...?"
She'd forgotten. The Latex Suit didn't just block stimulation—it accumulated and released it.
"N-noooo... I don't want thaaat...!"
"No choice now. It's been at least five minutes."
"Hngh...!"
Once accumulated, it couldn't be undone. Deeming the moment ripe, the Manager carefully removed the massager.
"Now... before I open your pussy, let's play a game you might like, Livestock Number B62."
"Hic..."
Without waiting for agreement, the Manager explained on his terms.
"If you don't make a sound or squirt, you win. I'll stake my life on getting you discharged from the Shared Property Facility. Fail, and you'll endure endless horrors without further chances."
"I-I..."
"Yes, I heard you. I knew you'd say yes, Livestock Number B62."
With a sneer, he cut her off and finished. She never had a choice... she had to play.
"Then clench those teeth tight..."
The instant the Latex Suit's crotch parted, Heo Seong-ah's eyes bulged wide. Her waist went rigid, unleashing a fierce spray. Her throat shredded in a piercing scream as she thrashed wildly.
"Kyaaaaaaaang!!"
She instantly regretted her naive plan to endure. The overwhelming stimulation tore screams from her as she convulsed.
"Kkh... heek! Haaaang!! Kkeek, ang! A-euk...!!"
Her pussy shuddered violently, prolonging the vibrations' aftershocks. Unable to control her twisting hips, Heo Seong-ah flailed for a full ten minutes before finally catching her breath.