Infinite Climax Torture (3)
It's exhausting. It's agonizing. Her mind is filled only with the desperate wish to simply survive.
"Grrraaaahhh!! Just let me cum alreadyyy!! Aaaahhh!!"
"B62, you know full well that's impossible. I'll keep making you feel good like this, so please be satisfied even if you can't climax."
"Nooo!! It doesn't feel good at aaaall!! Aaaahhh!!"
Pleasure she doesn't want is nothing but pain. Heo Seong-ah shakes her head side to side, trying to escape the stimulation, but her body, surging with unwanted ecstasy, refuses to obey.
"Krrraaaahhh!!"
Her pelvis twitches and quivers, bucking up and down. The Manager, nearly losing his grip, seizes her hips and presses the vibrator as close as possible. Unintentionally, it slips between her folds, stimulating the root of her hypersensitive clit—the most sensitive part.
"Kk!"
Suddenly... Heo Seong-ah's body freezes like stone, her movements halting.
"Ah... ahh..."
Her face flushes red—unable to breathe, perhaps. Even as worry flickers that she might die like this, the Manager doesn't release the vibrator crushing her clit.
"Krrgh...!"
The Manager knows this state better than anyone. She's exceeded the limit of pleasure she can handle by a wide margin. In percentage terms, around 140%—her body and mind rejecting reality, drifting far from reason.
"Kk... krrgh...!"
Unable to speak, all her senses focused solely on her pussy. He knows how to bring her down from this state too. Pull the vibrator away from her tormented clit for a moment... then slam it back down.
"Kraaaaaaaaahhh!!"
Her mind resets briefly, and she thrashes like before, resisting the pleasure once more. Tortured female livestock really are endlessly entertaining toys, no matter how many times you watch.
"B62, if you keep thrashing like that, I'll bind you so tightly you can't even twitch a finger. Would you prefer that?"
"Aaaah!! Nooo... hrrk, aaaahhh!! Graaaah!"
No matter how wildly she bucks and wails, he never releases the vibrator on her clit. He plans to play until the battery dies—roughly six hours, maybe?
"I hope you endure without losing your mind."
"Kyaaaaaaaahhh!!"
The night is still long...
How agonizing would it be to feel on the brink of climax without release, over and over? Not just the sensation, but constant stimulation of her erogenous zones forcing orgasm after orgasm. The faint hope that just a little more... one tiny bit more stimulation would push her over, leading her to pathetically shake her own hips... only to turn away from reality in the end, unable to escape the pleasure wracking her body, screaming until her throat bursts.
"Aaaaaahhh!! Krrgh, kraaaaaahhh!!"
All the female livestock tortured with pleasure before her showed the same consistent reactions. Heo Seong-ah is no different. He'd thought she might hold out a bit longer, but in the end, she's just a fragile human weak to pleasure and pain.
"Oh?"
Weeeeng...
Time has blurred. The vibrator's battery dies, powering down. The Manager sighs with regret, peels off his sticky latex gloves, and surveys Heo Seong-ah's state.
"Heuu... heaauh..."
Tongue lolling out, tears, snot, and drool streaming down her pathetic face. Truly, the cutest, most lovable female livestock.
"B62, are you alright?"
"Nooo... let me cuuuum..."
Begging to live or die is a distant memory from oblivion. Her brain cells fried from endless denied orgasms—or reduced to base instincts—Heo Seong-ah pleads for release in a dying rasp. Five straight days of orgasm denial since the torture began; she's right on the edge of madness.
Of course, no matter how desperately she begs, the Manager has no intention of allowing it.
"B62, I'm truly sorry, but please hold out for 'climax' until the very last moment of shipment."
"Krrhuuk..."
The Shared Property Facility's graduation ceremony—cum unlock day—is nearly here. Anticipating it, the Manager picks up a new vibrator. This one is silicone, shaped like some kind of lid, packed inside with thin, long protrusions. Fit the clit inside and press the button to suck out the air, creating vacuum suction while vibrating mercilessly, spreading pleasure beyond anything imaginable.
Squelch—
"Kkheek!"
Without mercy, he seals it over her clit. The pleasure will dwarf anything before... Can she endure without breaking?
"Heek... hiiik..."
Chills run down her spine already. Instinct screams danger, whatever it is.
"B62."
"Hic, hrrk... Y-yes..."
"If you truly feel like you're about to die from shock... just beg me to stop."
"Y-yes...?"
Why say that now? The moment doubt forms...
Click. Whiiiiiirrrrr—
"Kkhiiiieeeek!!"
The vibrator on her clit roars to life with a vicious hum.
"Ah... aaaaaahhh!!"
She wants to clamp her mouth shut, but the overwhelming pleasure forces screams. Not even three seconds in, and it feels like death; Heo Seong-ah thrashes violently, pleading.
"Nooo!! Really, noooo!! I'm gonna diiiie!!"
"Pfft."
The Manager chuckles despite himself, stroking her hair gently as he continues.
"B62, you won't die from this much. It's not even been a minute. Grit your teeth and endure—it's just going to get that much worse."
"Kkhiiiiieeeek!! I caaan't!! Noooo!!"
She whips her head wildly, screaming for mercy. She'd take the suit torment or tiny cotton-swab vibrator any day... this murderous pleasure is beyond sanity.
"Kraaaaaaaaahhh!!"
Like a child, she wails and snaps her hips up hard. Her pussy clenches, dribbling fluids, but no more squirting gushers.
"Graaaaah!! Krrgh, hiik! No moooore!! Pleeease!!"
Only three minutes in. Her throat raw from screams and pleas, but the Manager doesn't relent.
"B62, if you can't endure even this pleasure and keep flailing, you can never become a beloved pet for your owner."
"Kraaaaaah!!"
To become a cherished female livestock, she'd endured grueling training and torture for her unwanted ideal. Ruining it all with hysterics on the final day wastes everything.
"No moooore... pleeease... hrrk..."
"No. I won't stop, no matter how you beg."
"Krrhuuk... aaaahhh!!"
If that was the plan from the start... why tell her to speak up if she's dying?
"Aaaaaaaaahhh!!"
Utterly mad, Heo Seong-ah shrieks like a beast in heat, body convulsing.
"I'll craft a weakness fitting your premature, squirting pussy—so accept it gratefully."
"Kk... hrrk...!"
Her bound limbs rattle as she strains to escape, but every movement tenses her body, amplifying the torment.
"The night is still young."
"Kyaaaaaaaahhh!!"
Please. Spare me. Stop. Hundreds of silent pleas pour from her heart, as her mouth can only moan. Naturally, they don't reach the Manager... and Heo Seong-ah endures the inescapable pleasure hell until morning.
"Kk... hrrk..."
The Shared Property Facility's training room, lights blazing through the night. Strapped to the gynecological chair, Heo Seong-ah lies like a half-dead corpse, gasping raggedly. Her bound limbs twitch with muscle spasms even without stimulation, while her free fingers and toes curl in grotesque, mismatched contortions.
Like a severe drug addict lost between reality and hallucination, stumbling in a daze. Well, it's not far off.
"Heuuuk... krruu..."
Ten minutes since the vibrator dropped. Yanked relentlessly all day, her clit bulges prominently from its hood. It'll recede with time, but he'll fix it in place now.