Infinite Climax Torment (2)
Her pussy was once more sealed beneath the suit, the vibrating massager grinding mercilessly between her thighs.
"Kkuhk... h-heuuk... N-nooooo...!"
Having endured that hell once already, she had no desire to suffer it twice. She thrashed her limbs wildly in resistance, but such futile, adorable struggles could never break the restraints.
"Kkuhaaaaaang...!!"
No sensations penetrated the numbness, yet she forced out wails, desperately trying to escape reality through the noise. For her sake, the Manager obligingly exposed her pussy even faster than before.
"Kkuk!"
As always, she squirted violently and blacked out.
"Kkuhiik...!"
Her waist shuddered uncontrollably, her bound limbs splaying wide. The muscles stretched to the breaking point, her breath catching as if it might stop forever.
"Kkuk... euuk...!"
The stimulation was maddeningly intense. It crashed over her like the exhaustion of a man cumming ten times in a row.
She yearned to beg for mercy, but before she could even open her mouth, the Manager covered her pussy with the suit again, crushing the vibrator down.
"P-please... h-heuk, I'll be good... I-I'm sorry...!"
"No need to apologize. I'll be playing with you like this for a while longer."
"Grrraaaaaang!!"
Here she was, a woman begging—throwing away all pride, pleading for her life. Couldn't he grant her that much, just once?
"Please... h-heuk..."
"No, Livestock Number B62."
Whiiiiiinnn—
With those firm words from the Manager, the room filled only with the savage hum of the electric massager for what felt like an eternity.
"Everything you're suffering right now..."
The Manager pulled away the vibrator.
"...is the karmic retribution for your crimes. I hope you come to realize that."
"Kkuhiiiiik!!"
The suit's pussy section parted wide, and Heo Seong-ah arched her neck back, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure. From her quivering slit, where nothing more should have been left, love juices dribbled weakly down her urethral opening.
Too drained now for explosive squirting, it leaked out like a broken faucet—pathetically comical.
"Kkuk... hik!"
Whiiiiiinnn—
Stimulate, wait for the aftershocks to fade, then repeat. How long? He never told her. Ignorance of the end made the torment unbearable.
"Kkuuueuk... heuaaaaa..."
The agonizing pleasure built endlessly, release forever denied. She felt every orgasm, but climax was eternally out of reach.
Who in their right mind could endure that sober hell?
"Aaaaaaaaang!!!"
The Manager, who had boasted three hours would shatter her mind, finally removed the vibrator and peeled back the suit.
"Kkuhik...!!"
Each repetition heightened her sensitivity; Heo Seong-ah's reactions grew ever more raw. Now, she could barely whimper, gasping raggedly.
After reveling in that orgasm just 0.00000001% short of true release... the suit sealed her again, the vibrator resuming its assault.
"Aaaaaaaaang!!!"
She thrashed her head side to side, her voice cracking toward insanity.
"Livestock Number B62, we'll gradually extend the duration with each cycle. Screaming nonstop might shred your vocal cords and add to your pain, so try to endure quietly."
"Kkuhuaaa... aaaang...!!"
No matter what the Manager said, Heo Seong-ah heard nothing more. Thrashing and struggling changed nothing...
...the night was still young.
How much time had passed?
Heo Seong-ah, who had shrieked hoarsely at first, now slumped like a corpse in the chair, enduring the vibrator's relentless buzz. Beneath her seat, a massive puddle of clear love juices had formed, droplets still plinking steadily.
"Euk... kkuu..."
Her voice was gone, throat swollen raw from a day's screaming.
"P-please... kill meeeee..."
Begging for life was long past. Now she only whimpered for death, severing her thoughts to flee reality. Her mind, blank and pale, conjured happy delusions.
Never becoming livestock... living superior to others... her life unfolding smoothly as planned, crowned in success...
"H-heuk... heue..."
An impossibly lavish fantasy for her current self, yet dreams were free for all, weren't they?
"Heuuk..."
Heo Seong-ah cracked her eyes open. In the unyielding darkness, she clung to her delusions, a faint smile tugging her lips.
"Haha... heheha..."
Happy. Joyful. Being trapped in darkness forever, escaping reality like this... it didn't seem so bad.
"Hehehe..."
Lost in idiotic bliss, she barely noticed the Manager remove the vibrator and peel back the suit over her pussy.
"Kkuhiiiiik!"
As always, she bucked wildly, squirting—and snapped back to sanity, wailing in ecstasy.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!"
Like a child bawling, she screamed deliberately loud to shake off the pleasure. Pointless, she knew.
"H-heuk... kkuuk..."
"Livestock Number B62, you're ripened enough now. We'll stop."
"Kkuhueuk..."
He could've toyed with her forever like this... but shipment loomed. He needed a surer way to plunge her spirit into the abyss.
"No more suit torment from here on. It must be exhausting, right?"
"H-heuk... heuuk..."
She should've wept in gratitude at his seeming mercy. Instead, chills raced over her at what followed.
"Hik!"
The Manager's latex-gloved hand touched her slick, drenched pussy. Conditioned beyond normal sensitivity, it wept juices at the mere contact.
She'll never wear panties again, he sneered inwardly, parting her sleek slit with index and middle fingers.
"Kkuhk..."
Sensing the unfamiliar touch, Heo Seong-ah froze, goosebumps prickling her spine.
"Livestock Number B62, your pussy's pretty outside and in."
"Kkuhueuk..."
Inner flesh? It's all the same pink for everyone, she thought, grimacing grotesquely and clenching her jaw, turning away.
The Manager's skilled fingers probed the upper folds. Searching, he found it: the cute nub above her urethra, her most sensitive spot—the clitoris.
Swollen slightly from drugs but hooded, unstimulated, it hid shyly.
"Livestock Number B62, do you know what comes next?"
"H-heuk, n-no... I don't..."
"From now on..."
He'd torment her hidden clit mercilessly, forging a weakness so hypersensitive daily life became impossible. A single flick, anytime, anywhere, would flip her into obedient livestock.
...implanting that good girl switch into her body.
"...Well, you'll figure it out soon enough."
No need to spell it out—she'd learn firsthand.
He fetched a tiny, cotton-swab-like vibrator from the shelf. Narrow for pinpoint intensity, its power immense.
"I wonder... how long you can last without going mad, denied release in this state."
"H-heuk... kkuuk... heuk..."
The tip kissed her protruding clit head. Her waist quivered at the contact alone...
Then it activated.
Click— Whiiiiiinnn—
"Kkuk?! Aaaaaaaaang!!"
It happened in an instant. Heo Seong-ah's bound limbs locked rigid as she snapped her hips skyward like a demon possessed, squirting wildly.
The Manager fixed the vibrator to her bucking pelvis, swallowing hard at the gushing pussy.
If she weren't a virgin, I'd make excuses and pound her till I couldn't cum anymore, he lamented pointlessly, pressing firmly on her clit.
Whiiinnn—
"Kkuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!"
Her arched waist showed no sign of dropping. In an inhuman pose, defying exhaustion, she kept squirting.
"Aaaaaang!! Kkuhk, aaang...! Kkuk, heuguk! Haaaaaaaang!!"
The flood from her pussy raged on... Normally, she'd have climaxed and collapsed satisfied long ago...
"Kyaaaaaaaang!!"
Denied that mercy, Heo Seong-ah repeated her desperate orgasms infinitely, shrieking in raw agony.