Chapter 62: Love Juice Filling Torment
"All Livestock Number B62 has to do is one thing. Watch your ruined pussy while grinning like you're getting your just desserts. Now, give it a try. Smile."
"S-Smile..."
She tried to force a smile, but her lips wouldn't curl upward.
"Can't even smile properly? Should I wreck your facial muscles so you're stuck with a grin for life?"
"N-No..! I was wrong..! I'm sorry... I'll smile right..!"
Terrified of punishment, Heo Seong-ah hooked her index fingers into the corners of her mouth and yanked them up toward her ears. With her lips stretched wide, exposing her pearly white teeth, she wore a foolish grin.
"Pfft, puhaha..!!"
The manager burst out laughing, clutching his belly at the sight of the obedient livestock complying so pathetically. He stroked her head with a smile that seemed like praise for a job well done... but the words from his mouth were utterly cruel, belying his gentle touch.
"B62, what did I say this morning?"
"Yes?"
"Haa, if you can't even remember that, I'm truly disappointed."
"Well, um..."
She remembered everything the manager had said. But unsure what answer he wanted, Heo Seong-ah hesitated inwardly.
"Never mind. B62, I'm quite disappointed."
"I'm sorry..."
"Again... haa, I specifically told you this morning not to say 'sorry' so carelessly."
"Ah..."
Realizing her unconscious apology was another mistake, Heo Seong-ah clamped her mouth shut.
"B62, I'm administering immediate punishment right now. Spread your legs shoulder-width apart and place both hands behind your head."
"Yes, Manager."
As forewarned, Heo Seong-ah received her instant punishment. The simplest, quickest method anywhere was, of course, violence.
The manager pulled a telescoping baton from his inner pocket, extended it, and lightly tapped her buttocks.
Tap, tap—
"Eek..!"
"How many strikes do you deserve? It's your mistake, so decide the number yourself."
"Five..."
Five was the appropriate number the manager had mentioned yesterday. She figured it would suffice this time too.
"Five is too lenient, isn't it? Not your pussy, but the ass— you should endure at least a hundred to be proper livestock."
"Hic..!"
Pussy or ass, pain was pain. Lacking confidence to withstand a hundred, Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut in silence.
"Well, we can't waste time on this, so as you said, exactly five it is. Understood?"
"Y-Yes..! Thank you, Manager..!"
The light taps on her buttocks stopped. Bracing for the baton to swing hard, Heo Seong-ah tensed her legs.
But...
"Huh..?"
Between her spread legs, her eyes met the tip of the baton poking out. Her faint hope shattered into reality.
The manager raised his arm and struck upward into her pussy.
Smack—
"Guh?!"
Letting out a strangled scream, Heo Seong-ah doubled over and collapsed to her knees, rubbing her burning pussy with her hand.
"Hnggh... Ahng..!"
Her pathetic moans made it look like she was masturbating. The manager swung the baton through the air to intimidate her.
"B62, when did I say I was hitting your ass? Isn't the reason you're being punished that naughty pussy between your legs? So, doesn't it make sense to strike the pussy?"
"Hic... Hng... Yes..."
Unable to argue, Heo Seong-ah nodded through her tears.
"Then, the remaining four. You're already on the floor, so flip over, lie back, and spread your legs wide."
Heo Seong-ah lay on her back on the hard ground as ordered, spreading her thighs apart. Beneath her neatly trimmed pubic hair, the swollen mound of her pussy was visible, still red and inflamed. It looked serious at a glance, but...
Without hesitation, the manager tapped it with the baton.
Tap, tap.
"Here it comes. If you clumsily block with your hands and break a finger, that's on you. Got it?"
"Y-Yes..!"
Heo Seong-ah clenched her fists tight on her thighs. No matter what, she couldn't cover her pussy with her hands...
Crack—
"Knggh!!"
The baton plunged precisely between the mound, striking her sensitive inner flesh. In that instant of pain, another strike followed.
Crack—
"Eup!"
She couldn't even scream. No voice came out.
"Ugh, heuk..."
Heo Seong-ah shuddered, neck twisted.
Crack—
"Aaaagh!!"
That was her limit. She released her thighs and covered her pussy with both hands.
"Haa... B62, disappointing."
Doing exactly what she was told not to... She needed a painful lesson. One good education, and she'd never repeat it, recalling the agony.
The manager glared at her hands clutching her pussy and slammed the baton down with full force.
Crack—
"Kyaaaaaaaagh!!"
It hit her right index and middle fingers dead-on. They bent visibly, snapping. The intense pain overshadowed her pussy's ache; Heo Seong-ah clutched her right hand, rolling side to side.
"Aaangh!! Haang! It hurts..!!"
"Does it hurt? Then why'd you cover your pussy? What makes that naughty pussy so special?"
Loving the term "naughty pussy" she'd used, the manager sneered, repeating it every time he scolded her.
"I'll treat the injury after punishment ends. Understood?"
"Hic, hngg..."
"B62, don't test my patience further."
Squatting down, the manager pressed his right index finger firmly on her forehead.
"Answer."
"Hng, y-yes..!"
Frightened by his menacing glare, Heo Seong-ah sniffled through the pain and stood up.
"This is punishment time. Remember, delaying means harsher penalties."
"Yes, Manager..."
"Then, let's begin. Sit in that chair over there."
The manager nodded toward a lone chair. A standard one with four legs and a backrest. But the seat had a round hollow, like a toilet seat.
"B62, sit quickly."
"Yes, Manager..."
No time to hesitate. Just sit... Heo Seong-ah lowered her ass onto it. The dipped seat made her buttocks sink slightly. Imagining her pussy and anus fully exposed from below, she drew her legs in.
"B62, wrong sitting posture."
"Yes..?"
"Turn around and sit."
Leaning back against the backrest, Heo Seong-ah tilted her head, then turned. She stuck her ass out, gripping the backrest tightly with both arms. Her thighs naturally spread wide; no closing them now.
"Stay still."
The manager secured leather restraints with chains around her ankles to the chair legs. Her wrists were bound tight in their embrace of the backrest. She couldn't get off alone now.
"B62, do you know what the second punishment is?"
"N-No idea..."
"Haa, at least guess. Who knows? Guess right, and I might forgive you with my boundless mercy."
His tone dripped certainty she'd fail.
"Well, um..."
Bound embracing a chair with a hole in the seat... in the pussy training room... Not pussy spanking in this position, so probably sexual torment.
"Pussy orgasm torture... S-Something like that..?"
"Wrong. Close, but your uninspired answer counts as incorrect."
"Yes..?"
Out of sight, the manager prepared the tool. Hearing the clatter, Heo Seong-ah trembled in unseen terror.
Then, his finger touched her pussy...
"Hik!"
Startled by the unexpected touch, she jolted her shoulders. Bound ankles twisted; pain throbbed in her broken fingers.
"Aaangh!!"
She swallowed a sob of self-inflicted agony.
"Ugh... haa..."
She pulled her ass back as far as possible, relaxing her body. To avoid pain, no movement allowed now.
"B62, better to stay still. Moving hurts, right?"
"Hng, yes, Manager..."
"Now, explanation of today's punishment."
Clink—
The manager placed a 1L glass beaker under the chair. Unable to look down, she couldn't see.
"B62's punishment today is 'love juice filling.'"
"Yes..?"
"You heard me—why ask again? It's exactly what you think."
Love juice filling... Just what it sounded like: a brutally simple torment of gushing fluids until the container filled.