Repeated Torture (2)
The method of torture was exceedingly simple. Leave Heo Seong-ah, bound and suspended in midair, exactly as she was. Do nothing at all, just wait patiently until her beaker filled to the brim with pussy juices. That was it. The Manager had no particular duties to perform.
"Haah..."
She couldn't hear a sound, smell anything, or see a thing. Her limbs, the only parts capable of sensation, were tightly restrained, severing every possible avenue for stimulation.
"Hngh... Haaah..."
Heo Seong-ah mumbled incoherent words as she let the saliva pooling in her mouth spill outward. It dribbled down her chin, dripping steadily toward the floor. A few drops splattered into the beaker, but since she couldn't control it voluntarily, the Manager let it slide.
"Leaving her like this indefinitely might be fine, but who knows how long it would take..."
Heo Seong-ah was livestock with an owner already assigned; shipment was set for four days from now. He couldn't afford to waste a precious day on this torture pretext. Besides, the "third punishment" still awaited, and time was of the essence to fit everything into the shipping schedule.
"I'll give you some special help, Livestock Number B62."
Speaking to Heo Seong-ah, who couldn't hear him anyway, the Manager pulled a small 5ml tube from a box. It contained an aphrodisiac in ointment form—so potent that even a tiny amount could drive someone into heat. Rumor had it that it could turn the most frigid, insensate woman into a pussy-fingering masturbator within a minute. The pinnacle of scientific achievement by top PhDs, its efficacy was beyond doubt.
"Feel free to thrash around as much as you like."
The corner of the Manager's mouth twitched as he squeezed the tube, smearing the aphrodisiac ointment onto his hand before rubbing it into Heo Seong-ah's pussy.
"Hiiiaaah!"
She jolted violently, convulsing as a sharp cry escaped her at the sudden assault on her hypersensitive folds. The Manager slathered it on thickly, making her pussy glisten. He paid special attention to her clitoris, spreading and coating it thoroughly.
"Huuuh... Haaah..."
The fast-acting aphrodisiac took effect almost immediately. Even without further stimulation, her pussy twitched on its own, drooling thick strands of arousal into the beaker below.
"Haaaah... Aaaah..!"
It felt like a man popping Viagra—not mere pleasure, but blood surging to her erogenous zones, muscles tensing in rigid ecstasy.
"Haaah..!"
Her clitoris swelled red and engorged, peeking boldly from between her pussy lips. Now, even the faintest breeze could push her over the edge; her sensitivity was at that fever pitch.
Proof came swiftly.
"Fuu~"
"Hiiiyaahaaah!!"
A casual puff of breath from the Manager made her pussy clench, squirting a spurt of juice. Without the urethra plug, she might have hosed everything down in shameful fountains.
"How does it feel, Livestock Number B62?"
The Manager posed his vicious question with his usual sneer, but no answer came. Heo Seong-ah was lost in pitch darkness, battling waves of orgasmic bliss.
"No response when the Manager asks? What a profound disappointment, Livestock Number B62."
Occasionally, he reached out to stroke her adorably wriggling pussy.
"Nyaahaaah!!"
The lightest touch—just a fingertip flick—and she arched her back like a bow, seemingly climaxing from that alone. As time wore on, her pussy grew ever more sensitive, hitting peaks without any contact at all.
"Hng... Hyaaahngh..!"
Her tongue writhed grotesquely through the gaping ring gag, spilling strange moans. Probably begging: Stop, please, I was wrong. Imagining her thrashing and wailing in the void brought a grin splitting the Manager's face ear to ear.
He wanted to torment her more. Break her completely. Remold her body into something incapable of everyday life forever. Embracing such base urges, he slathered both hands with the ointment and kneaded her breasts like dough.
"Haaah! Aaah!"
Her sensations had been locked in her lower half; the sudden breast stimulation made her buck and writhe wildly.
"Hiaaaah..!"
She thrashed her head like a beast, but her rigidly fixed body didn't budge. At best, her ass swayed a pathetic 3cm back and forth.
"Livestock Number B62, isn't the Manager kindly reshaping your useless fat lumps into something pretty? Keep resisting like that, and I'll get upset."
"Hiaah..!"
"Hate it that much? Then say so."
"Haaaah..!"
Unable to hear him, Heo Seong-ah just shrieked in vulgar ecstasy.
"Even when I give you a chance, no answer... Fine, I'll do as I please."
Sneering, the Manager groped her breasts to his heart's content. Her nipples, especially—pinched, twisted, tugged, and coated thickly with aphrodisiac.
"Haaah... Aaah..."
In the end, Heo Seong-ah's nipples and clitoris stood rigidly erect, asserting their presence, while her untouched body quivered and leaked like a cheap whore's.
A temporary effect from the aphrodisiac, sure—but right now, her body was wrecked, mad with pleasure. If this persisted, she might never wear a bra or panties again. Hell, clothes alone could make her cum; she might have to live naked forever. Not that it mattered much for livestock condemned to nudity anyway.
"Hurts, does it, Livestock Number B62?"
No reply, despite his prodding. She couldn't hear or speak.
"Haaah... Aaah..."
Drooling shamelessly, shuddering at each pleasure spike—that was all the sensory-deprived girl could manage.
"If only you were this obedient all the time. Silent and still—you look so good like this. Stay quiet until the beaker fills."
Packing away his tools, the Manager glanced at his watch, sat in a chair, and pulled out his phone. As her handler, he had leisure time while she suffered.
Legs crossed comfortably, he dove into a mobile game.
"Haa... Haaaah..."
Heo Seong-ah's pained moans shifted; she convulsed, waist bending as pussy juice gushed. An orgasm, untouched—drenched in aphrodisiac bliss.
"Haaah... Haaaah..!"
She exhaled hot breaths, resisting fiercely once more.
"Haaaaah..!"
She tried to grit her teeth, but the ring gag held them apart. Her drooling nectar had already coated the beaker's bottom—about 20ml. Far shy of filling the 1L vessel.
"Haaah..!"
Throat arching, she roared beast-like into another climax. All senses blocked, her nerves fixated solely on pussy and breasts.
"Haaah..."
Sensory denial be damned—her pussy and tits grew exquisitely sensitive. Recalling orgasm made her folds pulse on their own, teetering her on the brink.
"Haaa... Hiaaa..."
Pooled saliva overflowed, streaming from chin to cleavage to pelvis, beading on her clitoris before dripping off. The unintended spectacle drew an amused smile from the Manager.
"Ah..."
Glancing idly at her, he hit game over.
"My top score... Ruined by one lousy piece of livestock."
As if a mere game mattered that much—blaming her entirely despite his own fault, he clenched his fist in feigned rage.
"Haa... Haaah..."
Standing before the dangling girl, still leaking away, he splayed his right hand, hooking his index finger back and pinning it with his thumb.
"Might sting a little."
Yanking his fingers taut, he...
Snap—
"Kkiiiaaaah!!"
Flicked her protruding clitoris with brutal force. Searing pain like it was torn off mingled with uterine contractions of blissful release, flooding her body.
"Haaaah!!"
She gushed pussy juice in vulgar climax.
"You mustn't get into the habit of cumming from punishment."
"Haaah..."
With just a dab of aphrodisiac, Heo Seong-ah was hooked on unforgettable ecstasy, her body irreparably lewd. Repeat the torment, and soon a gesture or word would send her into heat.
"Haaah..."
Despairing agony for her... Pure bliss for her future owner. Nothing more. Nothing less.