The Mystery Liquid and the Hell of Sleepless Itching
What the hell was that liquid smeared on her pussy? It wasn't just plain water. It had a slight viscosity, like some kind of gel.
"Do you want to know what this is... that badly?"
"Yes..."
He lightly shook the vat filled with the colorless, odorless liquid as he pondered his answer.
"Hmm... This isn't a drug used in ordinary sleep deprivation torture. Considering it's only your second day here at the facility, Heo Seong-ah, you can think of it as a special measure. Rather than punishment for today, consider it light pre-training for the education and labor starting tomorrow."
"Yes..."
A vague response. She still had no idea what the liquid actually was.
"You mustn't speak from now on. Understood? If you do, I'll have to punish you."
"Hic... Yes..."
Manager K fitted the blindfold over Heo Seong-ah's eyes.
Thud thud. Clank. Thump.
He deliberately made loud noises to stimulate her hearing. Utterly disoriented, she trembled in fear, her hands and feet shaking uncontrollably.
"Now for the final setup. Just stay still."
"Yes..."
Activating a device that resembled a low-frequency massager, Manager K attached rubber pads connected to wires to her left upper chest and the nape of her neck. She jolted at the cold touch of the pads. As her heartbeat quickened, the graph on the device's display fluctuated wildly, confirming the heart rate monitor was working properly.
He installed a bracket at the bottom of the cage and set up a small motorized mechanism. The mechanical arm, extended horizontally like a clock pendulum, would swing back and forth over her lying form. He fitted a brush into the mechanical hand and placed a vat of the liquid beneath it.
Now, whenever she tried to sleep, a beep would sound, and the device below would brush her pussy.
"Normally, I'd do the torture myself... but honestly, it's a hassle."
It wasn't about whipping her while bound or thrusting into her pussy. Trapped in the cage, unable to move, this female livestock would endure brush strokes on her pussy all night long—a boring torture. He had no desire to suffer through it personally.
With the automated system in place, Manager K yawned widely and opened the door.
"Then, have a pleasant night. I'll come back when the torture ends."
"Hic..."
Slam—the door shut, leaving Heo Seong-ah alone. In the heavy silence, she waged war against her drowsiness.
"Huff... Hoo..."
She couldn't see. She couldn't hear. She couldn't move. Even trying to think... her thoughts wouldn't string together properly. The desire burrowing into her mind was singular: I want to sleep. Just sleep. I'm so tired. So tired. So tired.
She hadn't slept properly last night either. She'd exhausted herself all day with beatings and training. She just wanted to close her eyes and rest, even a little.
Yeah, just close her eyes and sleep like this.
......
Whirr—
"Hiiiik!!"
The cold sensation brushing up her pussy jolted her awake. But wakefulness lasted only moments... Doing nothing... able to do nothing... drowsiness poured in, and she slipped back into sleep soon enough.
Whirr—
"Haaaang!!"
She jerked repeatedly from the brush strokes on her sensitive spot. How many times was this? How much time had passed? How long would it go on?
The intervals between dozing off shortened, and soon she was groaning every minute or so as the brush stroked her pussy.
After a while...
"Eh... Ha... Eek!"
Her pussy, soaked in the liquid, began itching madly. Desperate to scratch it with her nails, she strained to reach down, but it was futile.
"Agh... Aaagh!!"
It itched. Itched so bad. She felt like she was going insane from the itch.
"Hic, kuhk! Haaak!!"
The drug's effect on her pussy was dramatic. It heightened the sensitivity of her most delicate area, creating an ambiguous, almost-orgasmic tease from the mere stir of air—like a feather lightly tickling her folds. Such weak stimulation could never push her over the edge, but the teasing built pleasure relentlessly on the surface.
"Kuhuuuk!!"
Heo Seong-ah thrashed, twisting her immovable arms. Even as her joints strained to their limits, bones aching, she writhed solely to scratch her pussy. Pointless, of course.
"Kyaaahaaa... Aaagh!!"
Cramped in the tiny cage, all she could do was scream as the brush stroked her pussy.
"Haak... Haa..."
Heo Seong-ah calmed her breathing. Thrashing achieved nothing—she knew that now. She just had to endure until Manager K returned. No choice.
"Hic... Kuhk..."
Endure? Was that even possible? The itch was ferocious, far beyond a mosquito bite. And in her body's most sensitive erogenous zone.
"Kuh... Aaaahk!"
She was losing her mind. Truly going mad from the itching pussy. Her head felt like it would explode.
"Kuhuuuk..."
Clenching her toes, grinding her teeth, Heo Seong-ah tried to distance herself from the sensation. Futile.
Reaching down to scratch her pussy... Normally, she'd do it instantly—a basic act of free will for any person. But not now. Impossible for her.
"Hic..."
Fortunately... the pain stopped. The itch faded bit by bit. But as time passed... an odd emptiness filled her.
"Hurk..."
The stimulation was gone. Blind. Deaf. She hated the tickling agony in her pussy... hated it, yet... it was the only thing anchoring her mind.
Now it was gone.
"Hic... Hiik..."
Heo Seong-ah pathetically clenched her pussy. Sticky arousal dripped from her excited hole.
The entire process was captured in high-definition by cameras, streamed live to a public site for all to see. Heo Seong-ah, the subject, remained blissfully unaware.
"Haa... Hoo..."
Nothing to do. Nothing she could do. She resumed her battle with sleep.
......
No... Did she even need to fight the drowsiness?
A desire welled up: to feel that sensation again. The brush scraping her pussy. The drug seeping in, nerves hypersensitive, the hellish time she had no choice but to endure... She wanted it once more.
So she... deliberately closed her eyes and slept.
Whirr—
"Hiiiik!"
The drug-soaked brush scraped her pussy at an unexpected moment. Jerking awake, she clenched her spasming pussy... but
"Huh?"
Nothing. No itch. The absorbed drug dried up instantly, invisible. The initial itch had been a reaction between her antibodies and the drug... something Heo Seong-ah couldn't possibly know.
"Why... Haa... Haak..."
Pathetically clenching her pussy over and over. Craving stimulation... but feeling nothing.
"Hic... Nooooo..."
Her only stimulation now: the drug-laden brush stroke once per sleep. Just one swipe.
For that sensation. For the pleasure. Heo Seong-ah made an effort to fall asleep deliberately.
Sleep deprivation torture. A fancy name. In truth, it was orgasm denial torment to drill home a naughty female slave's place.
Push the mind to its limit without sleep, then hammer in pure pleasure. Done right... she'd be reborn as the most obedient slave imaginable.
Of course, the odds were slim to none.
"Oh..."
The next morning, Manager K entered the torture room and marveled at Heo Seong-ah's state. The vat's drug had dwindled to a shallow puddle at the bottom. Her pussy, brushed all night, was swollen bright red, the mound puffy... and a large pool of her arousal hung pendulously from the cage floor.
"Ah... Ahh..."
Tormented by bizarre sensations all night, Heo Seong-ah moaned sickly, her body shivering.
Manager K removed her blindfold. The defiance in her eyes from yesterday was gone... replaced by the glazed, distant stare of a pleasure-pickled idiot.
"Let me gooo... Pussy... Let me touch my puuuussy..."
"I never dreamed she'd break in just one day."
Break? Who wouldn't in this situation?
No sleep allowed. Teased all day with maddening stimulation that denied climax, her pussy tormented relentlessly.
"Stop... Save meee... Pleeease..."
"Hmm..."
Her body, sensitized to the brink, seemed ready to squirt and cum from the slightest touch. Naturally, Manager K denied her.
He lowered the cage to the floor and, as Heo Seong-ah emerged, bound her arms behind her back.
"Hic, noooo! Let me goooo!!"
She shook her shoulders desperately, but the restraints weren't so flimsy.
Manager K silently watched her struggle, smiling. In a way... this was only the beginning of the true torture.