Repeated Torture
"Ugh... Hnng..."
The position was excruciatingly uncomfortable. All her body weight bore down on her bound limbs, sending jolts of bone-grinding pain through her joints with the slightest twitch. Her ass hanging low made it feel even heavier than usual, like some cruel illusion.
"Hng..."
This state alone was torture enough... But thinking about what was coming next brought tears blurring her vision.
"Livestock Number B62, can you move your body?"
"Ah... Um..."
Heo Seong-ah rattled her chains, shaking her body desperately. Gravity pulled her limbs taut—no matter how hard she strained, they wouldn't budge an inch.
"I... I can't move..."
"Understood."
At best, she could wiggle her fingers and toes. Anything more was impossible.
"Then we'll begin the torture now. As I said before, fill the beaker using only your sticky pussy nectar. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
"No matter how long it takes. Until the punishment ends, no meals, no excretion, no sleep, no free time."
"Hng... Y-yes..."
No amount of threats could change it... She couldn't control how much fluid her pussy produced. Even masturbating to dirty thoughts only got her damp at most. No woman in the world gushed like a broken faucet.
"Commencing torture."
"Hng... Yes, Manager..."
The Manager picked up a thin silicone rod. It looked like a straw at first glance, but pressing the base made the tip bloom open like an umbrella. It seemed like a child's toy.
What the hell is that for?
Her question was short-lived. He slathered love gel generously over the latex-gloved rod, rubbing it slick. Then he teased her pussy mound with the tip.
"Eut..."
He's just gonna shove it in my pussy and stimulate me, right? She braced herself, trying to relax—
Until the rod parted her mound and stabbed straight into her tightly clenched urethral opening.
"Ah, aaak... Wait... U-ur...!"
Clank clank—
Unfamiliar agony hit her; she thrashed, but her body didn't move. The rod was thin and short, not excruciating, but the terror of something precious being pierced scrambled her mind.
"Auk... Uk... Aaak!"
The rod wormed deeper into her urethra, then plunged suddenly into her bladder. Confirming it was fully seated, the Manager silently pressed the tip.
"Aaaak!!"
Her bladder entrance stretched slightly, like a lid clamping shut—uncomfortable pressure. Tensing her lower belly like when holding urine crushed the rod against her bladder walls in throbbing pain.
"Nuhhaaa..."
Heo Seong-ah shuddered violently, head snapping back. Just one tiny rod... barely 5cm long... and her defiance shattered completely.
"Livestock Number B62, now you can't pee even if you need to, nor squirt during climax. I've helped you fill the beaker with pussy nectar alone, so devote yourself fully to the torture."
"Hic... Kkuk... Yes, Manager..."
The Manager tugged the rod lightly. Satisfied it wouldn't slip, he prepared the next tool: an anal plug slightly thicker than his thumb. Crescent-shaped base with a ♠️ tip—once inserted, impossible to remove alone.
"Livestock Number B62, stay still."
"Kk... Hng...!"
No love gel this time. Fresh natural lube dripped right in front of him—why use cheap synthetic? He rubbed the plug over her pussy, coating it thickly in nectar, then swept from pussy to anus, teasing until her sphincter twitched cutely.
Judging it ready, he pressed firmly, shoving the plug into her asshole.
"Aaaaak..!!"
The thickest part popped in, the rest sliding easily as her sphincter clamped tight. Now both holes sealed, she couldn't even shit on command.
"Hic... Uk..."
"Livestock Number B62, haa... why the long face?"
The Manager disliked her sniveling.
"You kept pissing yourself like a slut, so I took special measures. Otherwise, the torture would never end, no matter how long."
True—without the urethral block, she'd squirt disgracefully every orgasm. Gratitude was the proper response, not despair.
"Or would you prefer I remove the urethral plug? Can you hold it yourself?"
"N-no... Thank you, Manager... Hng..."
"Speak up. Loud and clear—what exactly are you thankful for?"
He rubbed her ass, smirking disdainfully.
"Thank you for plugging my urethra and anus, Manager..!"
"Good. Pour your heart into it. But..."
He latched onto her wording, sighing deeply.
"Haa, livestock shouldn't use fancy terms like 'urethra' and 'anus.'"
"Pardon..?"
"Act like livestock—subhuman. Use crude words befitting that. Thank me again."
"Hng..."
She knew what he wanted. Knowing made her hesitate, shame gnawing at her will. A brutal order to erode her spirit.
"I... Um..."
She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled.
"Thank you for plugging my piss hole and shit hole, Manager...!"
"Good."
Her tone and demeanor still lacked, but he'd settle for now. From his coat pocket, he pulled her usual blindfold—total blackout, no light allowed.
"Hut..."
Plunged into darkness, her other senses sharpened intensely.
"How's that? Can't see what I'll do next—scary, isn't it?"
"Yes..."
"No need to fear. I'll announce where I'm touching before stimulating. That work?"
"Pardon? Yes... Thank you..."
The Manager swallowed hard at her heaving breasts shimmering before him.
"Practice run, then."
"Yes."
"First... I'll touch your tits."
"Yes, Manager..."
All her nerves focused on her breasts; she held her breath, awaiting his hand.
"Slowly... almost there..."
"Eut..."
Normally, his hand would've groped her by now... He dragged it out deliberately, extending toward her chest.
"Now... touching... slowly..."
"Uk... Hng..."
Was he even reaching? Blind, she couldn't tell.
"Touching for real now."
She couldn't fathom why he teased without touching.
"Three seconds... two..."
"Hk..."
Despite herself, every nerve locked on her tits. Untouched, her nipples twitched, craving stimulation.
"One."
Squish—
"Hik!"
His fingers pressed her nipple like a button. That alone spiked orgasmic pleasure; her waist quivered on the edge.
"How's that? No drugs needed—your body's hypersensitive now, feels good, right?"
"Y-yesss..."
"Can't get addicted... Not that it matters for livestock B62. Continuing."
The restraints weren't done. He jammed tiny rubber plugs—pinky-width—into both her ears.
"Euk..!"
"Livestock Number B62, endure the slight pain. Don't squirm or you might hurt yourself."
"Yes..!"
That was her last chance to hear. Ears sealed, sound vanished completely.
"Next..."
He fitted her with the familiar ring gag.
"Agak!"
Now speechless. But not over. Thinner rubber plugs pried into her nostrils.
With every hole but her mouth blocked, he encased her face in a black latex mask. She panted raggedly through the round mouth hole, drooling like a bitch in heat.
"Perfect sight, Livestock Number B62."
"Ha-ea..."
All senses deprived, naked beast heaving... Who'd see her as human now?
"Hahat..."
Imagining her thrashing in darkness, the Manager's cock throbbed with vicious thrill.