Chapter 63: Pussy Juice Filling Torment (2)
"Just so you know, this is the 'pussy juice filling' torment."
"Y-yes? Yes, Manager."
The Manager repeated himself once more, then swept his hand over the top of Heo Seong-ah's pussy. Her clitoris and the urethra below throbbed with stimulation, making her hips twitch sharply.
"If anything other than pussy juice ends up in the beaker—even a single other component—we start the punishment all over again from the beginning."
"Y-yes...? W-what does that—"
"Your brain must really be fucked if you can't understand. If piss or squirting fluid gets in, you get punished from the start again."
"Y-yes...?"
Pussy juice filling punishment, but if pussy juice gets in, she has to start over from the beginning...? What the hell did that even mean?
"Haa, let me explain again. The pussy juice you need to fill the beaker with is the slippery stuff that flows directly from your pussy. The squirting you do like a bad habit when you climax doesn't count as pussy juice."
The fluid from squirting comes entirely from the urethra—it's a thin liquid, completely different in texture from the pussy's own secretions. Its main component is basically urine. Therefore, the pussy juice Heo Seong-ah had to fill the beaker with was... the slick, sticky, transparent fluid that oozed from her pussy when she got aroused and stimulated.
"Do you understand now?"
"N-no, th-that's..."
This punishment was brutally impossible, just like the last one. The pussy only produced enough juice for lubrication during penetration—maybe 10ml at most. Filling a full liter with that was damn near impossible.
"What, do you have a complaint?"
"Th-that's..."
It's impossible. No way. Can't be done. Heo Seong-ah couldn't bring herself to voice those negative words. She just chewed her lips, hesitating.
Without a word, the Manager pulled a telescoping baton from his inner pocket, extended it, and pressed it right against her pussy.
"Hiiik...!"
The cold metal rubbed up and down her pussy, stimulating it. Still swollen red from yesterday, her pussy clenched in remembered agony.
"Kkuheuk..."
"If you have complaints, feel free to voice them anytime. Just remember: every time Livestock Number B62 speaks to me, your pussy gets ten hits."
"Th-that can't..."
It was a brutally effective way to silence livestock speech. Overwhelmed by the terror of pussy spanking, Heo Seong-ah clamped her mouth shut and swallowed her tears.
"Livestock Number B62, any complaints?"
"..."
Heo Seong-ah nodded instead of answering.
"Good. Then we'll begin the pussy juice filling punishment. No meals, no bathroom breaks, no rest until it's done. Understood?"
"H-heuk, yes, Manager..."
The Manager folded the baton and tucked it away, then grabbed a small rectangular black object from the shelf—like a die, but it was a Bluetooth mini-camera. He installed it under the seat of the chair where Heo Seong-ah sat, then wheeled over a bracket on casters and set a monitor at eye level.
"Eueut..."
Heo Seong-ah frowned at the sight of her own swollen red pussy on the screen. She couldn't look away even if she wanted to.
"Livestock Number B62, to keep you from getting bored just sitting there, you'll watch your pussy get tormented live."
"Yes, Manager... thank you..."
"Then let's start the punishment."
Clatter clatter...
The Manager brought over a box crammed full of torment tools from the shelf. With latex gloves on, he slathered his hands in sticky lube and rubbed it into Heo Seong-ah's pussy.
"H-heuk..."
"Livestock Number B62, it's just regular ointment, so no need to tense up."
It was the bare minimum to prevent scars from chafing wounds—easing the pain a bit. After coating her generously, the Manager used his index and middle fingers to spread her swollen pussy mound wide open. The vaginal entrance, hidden between, twitched into view.
Drip— The clear sound of a water drop echoed sharply. The hole contracted on its own, squeezing out a single drop of thick white pussy juice. It fell into the beaker below... and Heo Seong-ah, watching it all on the monitor, gritted her teeth in humiliation.
"Livestock Number B62, pussy juice flowing from your vagina is just an involuntary bodily reaction. Making that shameful face and crying won't stop it. Relax your body and accept it calmly."
"Yes, Manager..."
Like that would make the shame go away. The Manager wedged a metal ring into the spread-open mound. It wasn't big enough to hurt, but it peeled back all the skin covering her entrance, exposing the raw insides in humiliating detail. The twitching vaginal hole filled the monitor screen obscenely.
"H-heuk..."
Regardless of her will, her pussy kept relaxing and contracting. Each time, pooled juice inside welled up to the entrance and dripped down drop by drop.
"Good. Keep that up, and it'll be over in about five hours."
"Y-yes...?"
Five hours...? Short if short, long if long. She had to endure pussy torment tied in this uncomfortable chair for that entire time. Despair over her dark future flickered briefly—then the Manager, holding a metal rod like an earpick, jabbed the tip into her pussy.
"Eut...!"
The cold metal parted her sensitive inner walls and slid in slowly. A tiny bead like a pea sat at the end—almost like a miniaturized xylophone mallet. One rod went in first...
Then another identical one from his other hand followed the path.
"Hiiuheuk...!"
The two rods tangled inside her pussy, probing every spot. Like hunting the most sensitive areas, the Manager widened the range bit by bit, pushing deeper.
Scrape scrape—
"Haa... aaang..."
In the silent room, only Heo Seong-ah's lewd moans and the sticky sounds of pussy juice clinging echoed. Juice trickled down the rods, pooling and dripping drop by drop.
"Aaaaang...! Hn... uhaang..."
Poking one spot made her back arch wildly, unleashing unimaginable pleasure. The Manager noted it precisely and pulled the rods out.
"Haaang..."
"Livestock Number B62, keep making those moaning noises?"
"I'm sorry... but... I can't control my voice..."
"No excuses. Haa... how strange."
"Yes?"
Cutting her off, the Manager splayed his palm wide and gripped her pussy like he was cupping it. He rubbed lightly back and forth, then dropped a cruel remark.
"I'm tormenting your naughty pussy, so why are moans coming from your mouth? Does that mean you want to be tormented too?"
"N-no...! No! I was wrong! Sor—h-heuk..."
About to apologize out of habit, Heo Seong-ah clamped her mouth shut.
"Good. I'll keep tormenting the naughty pussy, so you just keep your mouth shut and watch."
"..."
"Answer."
"Aeuuk?! Y-yes...!"
The Manager squeezed her pussy hard, making Heo Seong-ah's eyes bulge as she cried out. He released it and pulled an oval metal clip from the box. Aiming for her clitoris—still hard to stimulate under its hood atop the spread mound—he clamped it on.
"Eup...!"
The body's most sensitive spot assaulted, Heo Seong-ah barely stifled her scream and fixed her eyes on the monitor. Between the peeled-back skin, her clit—redder than she thought possible—poked out defiantly. Long hidden, it was pure weakness incarnate. Even still... just the air touching it...
Heo Seong-ah felt such intense stimulation she wanted to reach out and cover it. But with her limbs bound tight, she had no choice but to endure the Manager's touch.
"Livestock Number B62, remember what you learned in training?"
"Yes, Manager..."
"Good. The torment from here on will feel better if you know it's coming rather than not."
Clatter clatter...
The Manager fetched a new tool—a thin silicone swab-like thing. Press the handle button, and it vibrated. Stupidly simple. The problem? The vibration was insanely strong.
"This adult toy you're seeing is made to target a woman's clitoris. The vibes are so intense, they say it can shatter glass. Press the tip to your sensitive clit... you can imagine what happens, right?"
"H-heuk..."
Just start already. Watching her reaction, the Manager extended his hand slowly.
"The most pleasurable spot is also the most vulnerable to pain. Whether you feel this as ecstasy or agony... that's up to you, so endure well."
Finishing his words, he pressed the tip to her swollen clit and boldly hit the button.
Vrrrbrrr—
"Kkhiheuk!!"
The vibration hit—and Heo Seong-ah's back bowed like a bowstring, swallowing her scream.