Chapter 64: Love Juice Filling Torment (3)
The vibrations were far too intense. Before she could even register pleasure, a throbbing pain stabbed through her lower abdomen.
"Aaaahhh!!"
She knew she shouldn't scream, but a voice thick with agony burst from her gaping mouth anyway.
"Kgh... Ah... Haaaang!!"
She couldn't hold it back. As her bound limbs rattled against their restraints, Heo Seong-ah arched her back, and sticky love juices dripped from her pussy in heavy drops.
Bzzzzt—
"Kheeeek!!"
No matter how she twisted her hips to escape... that tiny vibrator clung to her body without budging. The vibrations were so ferocious that not only her clitoris but her outer labia quivered as if whipped by the wind.
"Aaaang! Aaang! Haaaang!!"
In the end, Heo Seong-ah clamped her thighs together tightly and climaxed. In a mere seven seconds. That was how long it took for the stimulation on her clitoris to drag her to orgasm.
Pleasure? Could this even be called pleasure? It was nothing but brutal violence, forcibly hauling her body to climax against her will.
"Kgh... Hngh... Haaang..."
Confirming her orgasm, the Manager briefly flicked the device away, granting her a moment's respite. Three... two... one...
Bzzzzt—
"Kyaaaahhh!!"
Without warning, the vibrator latched back onto her clitoris. Her body, hypersensitive right after her first climax, writhed even more violently now, moans spilling uncontrollably from her lips. She had no spare attention for the pain in her broken fingers or the throbbing in her pussy mound.
"Khaaang!!"
It felt like her clitoris was being sanded down with rough grit. It should hurt—normally it would hurt—but this terrifying sensation blended pain and pleasure at once... Trapped in that bizarre stimulation, Heo Seong-ah shed tears as she screamed until she thought she'd pass out.
"Hik, khik! Haaaang!! Awk!"
Her second orgasm. Her back spasmed wildly as she squirted, drenching everything.
At that moment, the Manager's sigh echoed through the room.
"Haa..."
He shook off the still-buzzing tool, his face openly furious as he spoke.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Hngh... Sniff... Y-yes..."
"What did I tell you?"
"Y-yes..?"
"I clearly said to collect the love juices from your pussy. Who told you to collect the ones from your urethra? We start the punishment over from the beginning."
"N-no, that can't..."
Despair washed over her at the thought of her hard-earned collection being wasted—but even so, the love juices in the 1L beaker barely reached 5ml.
"First, I'll empty the beaker."
The squirt had filled it to about 30ml—a scant puddle sloshing at the bottom. Yet the Manager grabbed the beaker demonstratively, stood, and yanked Heo Seong-ah's hair back.
"Aaaak!!"
Her head snapped back, forcing her gaze to the ceiling. Tears welled as she stared at the beaker hovering before her eyes.
"Livestock Number B62, open your mouth wide right now."
"Ugh, sniff..."
"You may refuse. Just remember that every action has consequences. Of course, it would end with demerit points... but I could also punish you immediately by spanking that pussy of yours."
"Sniff..!"
Heo Seong-ah's greatest fear—pussy spanking. She cringed her thighs and, with obvious reluctance, squeezed her eyes shut and slowly parted her clenched lips.
A sigh escaped her unwittingly into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. The situation was so utterly pathetic... so exhausting... she wanted to die. Deep despair gripped Heo Seong-ah.
"Since there's so little, don't swallow right away. Hold it in your mouth. Understood?"
"Ugh..."
She nodded frantically, steeling her throat to endure.
Drip, drip, drip—
At last, the inverted beaker poured her own squirted love juices into her mouth. Thin and transparent, devoid of viscosity, they pooled on her tongue.
"Ack... blegh..."
The lukewarm temperature evoked urine. The faint sour tang surged revulsion through her; Heo Seong-ah choked back rising nausea with ragged breaths.
"Now close your mouth."
Obeying, she sealed her lips tight.
"Before swallowing, savor the taste of your love juices properly."
"Hngh..."
Desperate to get it over with, she wrinkled her brow and held her breath.
"Don't just gulp it down—that'd be a waste. Gargle it in your mouth like mouthwash."
"Hoo... Oooh..."
The Manager, a smirk of contempt on his lips, toyed with her like a amusing plaything, issuing his vicious commands. With no right to refuse, she gargled as ordered—like rinsing after brushing her teeth...
"Now swallow."
"Hoo..."
It'd be fine to spit, just like with toothpaste... but Heo Seong-ah had to drink her own pussy juices. After an eternity of hesitation, she squeezed her eyes shut and opened her throat.
Gulp—
Her Adam's apple bobbed as she forced down the mouthful. Physiological disgust exploded; she retched repeatedly, tears streaming.
"Wooogh... Urk..."
"Livestock Number B62, don't overreact over a little love juice. Isn't it something every woman drinks naturally?"
"Y-yes..?"
What the fuck kind of logic is that? If women naturally drink their own love juices, do men naturally drink their own cum? She wanted to argue, but Heo Seong-ah stuck to her obedient facade. No point inviting more suffering.
"Then we begin again. Understood?"
"Hoo-sniff... Ungh..!"
Setting the beaker beneath her chair, the Manager once more pressed the vibrator to her hypersensitive clitoris.
Bzzzzt—
"Kgh, haaaang!!"
The unbearable pleasure made her thrash, hips bucking wildly. Her pussy hole clenched and relaxed rhythmically, like a living, breathing thing; between her splayed mound, the vaginal folds writhed grotesquely. With each parting, sticky threads of love juice stretched and snapped, dripping one by one.
"Ah, ugh... Stooopaaang!!"
Another climax crashed over her. Her urethral stimulation threatened another squirt; she begged frantically, but the Manager's hand didn't relent no matter how she flailed.
"Kgh... Ungh..! Khgh..!"
He obsessively targeted the root of her clitoris, the most sensitive spot deep inside the hood. Any normal woman would lose her mind in ten seconds flat.
"Kweeeeeek!!"
Heo Seong-ah, no exception, howled like a beast under the maddening assault and surrendered to orgasm.
"Aaaaang!! Aaang!! Stooopaaang!!"
As she curled inward in release, a gush from her pussy splashed the Manager's wrist and scattered.
"Haa..."
Eyeing the beaker's contents, he sighed deeply and removed the vibrator. Then...
Smack—
"Kheek!!"
He struck the cheek of her dumbly seated ass hard.
"Livestock Number B62, how many times must I tell you? At this rate, the punishment won't end today—or ever. Is that what you want?"
"N-no!! I'm sorry... I-I'll do better..!"
"Livestock Number B62, I've said it before: 'I'll try hard' isn't enough. You must do it right. Understood?"
"Sniff, y-yes..."
Results mattered more than effort. She should have realized that by now...
"Hoo, how could this be your fault, Livestock Number B62?"
"Y-yes..?"
No amount of effort would change her body's reactions... Without patient, gradual training over time, dramatic improvement was impossible. The Manager rummaged in the box with a resigned air and pulled something out.
"No matter how I think about it, you must feel so wronged, Livestock Number B62."
"Sniff..."
Wronged? Framed into the Shared Property Facility... enduring all-day punishment on bogus charges.
"It's all because of that naughty pussy of yours."
"Pardon?"
The Manager's idea of the culprit was entirely different. That bastard naughty pussy... Braced for whatever fresh hell awaited, Heo Seong-ah fixed her gaze on his hands moving at chair level.
Clink, clink...
The Manager held a small glass jar shaped like a wide-mouth bottle. Filled with lemon-yellow cream, it resembled women's cosmetics. But no label or brand—just the number 6 etched on it.
"From now on, I'll use exactly three more tools. Endure them without squirting, and we'll end the second punishment here."
"P-pardon? Y-yes, Manager..."
Whenever the Manager made such "generous" proposals... Heo Seong-ah was always at a disadvantage. Still, she had no choice but to nod meekly, without a hint of rebellion.
"But if you fail to endure the three tools and squirt like a slut again, we'll use this."
He brandished the lemon cream threateningly. Unaware of its effects, Heo Seong-ah felt no immediate dread—until he demonstrated.
Just a tiny dab. He scooped a spoonful onto a wooden stick the size of an ice cream spoon and smeared it on her left earlobe.
"Hngh..."
The spot tingled sharply, like sucking a mint candy. Whatever it was... probably just another aphrodisiac. She dismissed it lightly, staring blankly at the Manager.
"Hik?!"
The drug's effect hit suddenly.