The End of the Torment (2)
The H-shaped restraint device forced her lying body into a position with both arms and legs spread wide to the sides. It wasn't much different from being bound to the gynecological chair all day long, but there was a world of difference between having her legs awkwardly bent and spreading them completely flat at 180 degrees.
"Guh... kuhhh..."
The position was so uncomfortable and grueling. The chill of the metal plate pressing against her back refused to fade, sending constant shivers up her spine. Her legs, lacking any flexibility from never exercising, were stretched so wide that the muscles felt like they might tear.
"Aaaah... haa... guh..!"
Her wrists and ankles, of course, along with her shoulders, thighs, pelvis, chest, neck, forehead... every joint that could be bound and secured was wrapped in thick rubber bands.
"Kuhh..."
Heo Seong-ah, her movements completely suppressed, could do nothing of her own will. At best, she could wiggle her fingers and toes. Even that was difficult with her wrists and ankles bound so tightly that blood couldn't flow.
"Haa... aaaah..."
They had only just finished securing her, and already she wore an expression begging for mercy.
"Kuhhh... haaah..."
With her vision blocked and her movements restrained, the only sound in her ears was the lewd moans escaping her own lips. She had no idea where the Manager was or what he was doing, so her fear amplified with every passing second... and the more tense she got, the more sensitive her skin became, making her body itch faintly all over.
"Uhk... haah... ha..."
She trembled like someone with a severe ticklish condition, savoring the pitiful pleasure.
The Manager, who had been quietly watching, timed a warm puff of breath to her pussy just as it twitched and clenched.
"Kihiiik!!"
Heo Seong-ah let out a bizarre scream and nearly passed out from the sudden breath on her skin. Even an unwanted, unpleasant stimulus sent her rocketing to orgasm with her far-superior sensitivity. Her hole clenched so hard it hurt, the sight crystal clear.
How good would it feel to shove my cock in there... The Manager smirked faintly at the thought.
"Kuh haa..." Twitch, twitch.
From just a single breath... Heo Seong-ah's pussy contracted and relaxed on its own, secreting sticky love juices.
"Huuuuh..."
The moment she bit her lip to resist the pleasure, the Manager's palm pressed against her pussy.
"Ah... aang..! Aang! Haaaang..!"
Like the lining of panties, his hand cupped her pussy and held still. He wasn't even moving, just pressing his palm there... and it felt insanely good. Every time her clit was squished, her hips jerked, and she arched her back to escape the stimulation. In the end, it looked like she was shamelessly shaking her pussy up and down, masturbating herself.
"Aang... aang..!"
With every exhale, slutty moans poured from her widely open throat.
After a long while, the Manager silently shook off his hand. Splurt— A lewd sound like something stuck in glue echoed as a transparent string stretched between her pussy and his palm. The viscosity was so high that even lifting his hand high didn't break it; it dangled long and unbroken.
"You've become a splendid female livestock pussy, B62. It's truly a shame we can't show this sight to you yet, but since you'll carry this shameless hole for the rest of your life, I hope you'll gaze upon your ruined body from time to time and feel happiness."
"Kuhh..."
The Manager dangled his palm, slick with her juices, over Heo Seong-ah's face. Though she couldn't see it, she wrinkled her brow at the warm heat and sour stench.
"Well then, this is the last time. You've worked hard all this while, B62."
"Hic... h-heuk..."
It's really over now. The liberation from this hell she thought would never come had finally arrived.
"As a final gift, then."
The Manager pulled a small spray bottle of aphrodisiac from his pocket and shook it up and down to mix the contents. The pink liquid inside the clear glass vial gradually turned cloudy.
"B62, you've gone days without proper sleep... enduring endless edging orgasms all night. That must have been tough, hasn't it?"
"Kuhk..."
She wanted to snap that he called that "tough." Even now, her pussy clenched on its own, begging for something—anything—to be shoved inside.
"Kuhk..."
Honestly... she was at her limit. It was a miracle her sanity was holding on.
"You've endured well. Now, just a few short questions, and we'll begin your discharge ceremony."
"Kuhheuk..."
Before the questions, the Manager sprayed the aphrodisiac directly at Heo Seong-ah's pussy. Psssh—
"Hiiik!"
An ultra-potent instant-acting aphrodisiac. A single spray could turn any female into a bitch in heat. If there were no men around, she'd finger her pussy in shameless masturbation until the effects wore off... but in her current restraints, unable to even do that...
"Guhk, kuaaaaaang!! Let me gooooooo!!"
She thrashed like a madwoman, just as she was now. In a mere 3 seconds after the spray.
"Kuaaaaaang aaaang!!"
Heo Seong-ah rattled her chains, struggling wildly.
"It itcheeeees!! Let me goooo!! Fuuuuck!!"
The all-night torture was nothing compared to this... an unbearable, maddening itch burned across her pussy mound and the outer edges of her hole, bad enough to die for.
"Aaaaaaaaah!!"
Her fingers twisted grotesquely, clawing at the metal plate beneath her palms with enough force to tear it apart. One worried her nails might shatter... but the Manager silently observed her writhing.
"Kuh haaaaaang!! It itcheeeees!! Save meeeee!!"
Her pleading voice was utterly different now. She flailed, wept, and wailed uncontrollably, a ridiculous sight. Scraaaape— She scraped the metal with her nails, oblivious to the pain, screaming. Her toes twitched out of sync without rest, her tear- and snot-smeared face gasping for breath as she begged for her life. Her horizontally splayed legs had thighs stretched taut, on the verge of snapping. Already swollen red from the overextended split, she might suffer irreversible damage at this rate. Well... if she ended up crippled and unable to walk... it was her own doing. And as female livestock for her owner's lust, being unable to walk might even be preferable.
"Kuaaaaaaaaang!!"
The longer it went, the more violently she thrashed. Pushed to her mental limits already, how much longer could she endure this hell?
"It itcheeeees!! Scratch iiiit!! Let me gooo!! Aaaaaah!!"
"Hmm..."
Her face flushed red, on the verge of fainting. Deeming her truly at her limit, the Manager slyly extended his hand and pressed his palm to her pussy.
"Hik!"
As before, he lightly cupped it... then gently rubbed up and down.
"Ha... hiiie... aaaah..."
With just a slight relief from the itch, she relaxed into a blissful expression. Her sopping wet pussy hole still clenched desperately, begging for insertion, but the Manager only rubbed the exterior—no penetration allowed.
"Haaaaang..! Aaaaaah..."
She bucked her hips in pleasure, and a different fluid from her love juices gushed out. Splaaash—
"Guhk! H-heuk! Hiiie..."
Warm urine overflowed, soiling the Manager's palm. Normally, he'd punish her for pissing herself, but on this final day, he magnanimously continued the pussy-rubbing she craved without a word.
"Aaaaaang..."
Swipe, swipe. He spread his palm wide and rubbed side to side this time.
"Kihik! Uhk..! Aung!"
Even plain rubbing felt different depending on the direction. She gave amusing reactions every time her clit was stimulated. He realized she loved it most when he lifted slightly from below, rubbing the inner part beneath the hood.
"Aaaaaang..!"
She moaned lewdly, squirting a bit of love juice as she drowned in orgasm. Of course, she still couldn't cum.
"Huuuua..."
After sufficiently rubbing her pussy, the Manager carefully shook off his hand and smeared the juice-soaked palm across her breasts.
"Guhk! Hiiuk..!"
Like wiping filth on trash... he spread and wiped the love juices all over her chest.