Aphrodisiac Pussy Soak (2)
The pressure forced the aphrodisiac ointment deep into her pussy.
"Ahhh...!"
Heo Seong-ah instinctively clenched her pussy around the thick, sticky foreign sensation. She tried to push the ointment out as it clung to her vaginal folds, but the tighter she squeezed, the more it stuck fast, refusing to budge.
"Haaah... haaaah!!"
At first, it burned like a red-hot poker shoved inside her. But the agony vanished in mere seconds, replaced by a soothing caress over her pleasure zones—as if gentle fingers were stroking her most sensitive spots. It didn't stop... it kept going... even without direct stimulation... just breathing was enough... the sensation of fingers probing and churning inside her pussy surged endlessly.
"Haaaah...!!"
Her love juices gushed out like a burst dam.
Leave her like this for about ten minutes, and her pussy would be perfectly pickled in aphrodisiac on its own.
"You can never go back to your old body now, B62."
Well, livestock who completed their sentences could sometimes undergo individual body modifications to restore their original forms... but that was a distant future matter. Staying sane during her term would be challenge enough.
Dismissing it all as karma with a chuckle, the Manager sat back in his chair and resumed his game.
"Haaah... aaah..."
Heo Seong-ah writhed ceaselessly, climaxing over and over. Her ridiculous contortions were so comical that the Manager, glancing over absentmindedly, accidentally hit the wrong button and got game over.
"Shit..."
Muttering another lame excuse and blaming it on Heo Seong-ah, the Manager kicked back his chair and stood.
He positioned himself in front of her dangling form, spread his hand wide, yanked it down... then swung his arm up with all his might, slapping her pussy hard.
Smack—
"Haaahaaaah!! Haaaah!!"
Sparks of intense fire exploded across her aphrodisiac-sensitized pussy. Caught completely off guard, Heo Seong-ah thrashed wildly at the sudden pain, her pussy juices streaming down. If anything, her reaction suggested more pleasure than pain.
"B62, that pussy spanking you were so terrified of—doesn't it feel like a nice caress now?"
"Haaah..."
Playfully, the Manager gave her pussy a few light taps.
Slap slap—
"Haaaah...!!"
It felt like smacking a drenched rag. Her juices stretched in long strings before dripping to the floor.
"Don't you think you're overreacting just from a bit of aphrodisiac?"
"Haaah..."
Heo Seong-ah reacted far more intensely than the Manager expected. And why not? He'd crammed pure, concentrated aphrodisiac essence straight into her pussy. Any woman would go mad with hypersensitivity—especially one bound hand and foot, unable to resist.
"Haaaah...!"
Heo Seong-ah wailed for mercy amid endless orgasms. To escape this sensory hell, she needed even a moment's rest—but livestock were granted no such luxury.
"Haaah...!"
She squirted a flood of pussy juices in another climax. Her pathetic cries were captured live on camera, streaming in real-time to the Shared Property Facility portal site. No doubt a few men were jerking off to her torment right now.
"Whew..."
No point doing more for the moment. Let the aphrodisiac soak in fully, and she'd become a hair-trigger pussy that came lightly anywhere, anytime, leaking juices nonstop.
Anticipating that, the Manager tidied his tools, stretched, and cracked his back. Even now, Heo Seong-ah climaxed with beastly moans.
"Maybe I'll watch some drama..."
With time to kill, he binged the series he'd been into. Occasionally checking on Heo Seong-ah, he finished an episode, played some mobile games, then browsed internet forums.
"Haaah... aaah..."
Agony for Heo Seong-ah, but paradise for the Manager—a rare stretch of free time on the clock. Legally paid slacking? He briefly considered keeping her suspended for perpetual aphrodisiac mods.
"Haaaah..."
No windows in the training room meant no sense of time. Glancing at his watch, the Manager realized evening had flown by and stood up.
"B62."
"..."
Passed out? Exhausted sleep? Heo Seong-ah hung limp, barely twitching, her sticky pussy juices still dripping one by one.
"B62!"
No response, naturally. The Manager clenched his fist and rubbed her pussy lightly.
"Haaaah!!"
She snapped back to reality, thrashing violently.
"You scared me—I thought you were dead. I'm going for dinner. Behave until I return."
As if she had a choice, bound as she was.
Bang—
The training room door slammed shut.
Alone while the Manager ate, Heo Seong-ah acutely felt her pussy twisting into something horrific, tears streaming down her face.
"Haaah..."
Her pussy had passed mere sensitivity into freakish territory. Even a slight poke to her mound or inner lips sent her teetering on the brink of orgasm. She knew better than anyone her body was irreversibly changed—and inescapable in this hell.
Fate for livestock... reality she had to accept.
"B62, I'm back."
About thirty minutes later, the Manager entered, picking his teeth with a toothpick after dinner.
Drip drip—
Her nonstop juices had filled a 1L beaker. Witnessing his livestock's fine output, the Manager beamed and patted her head—though the latex face mask dulled any sensation for her.
"Good. Very good. You've endured the torment splendidly, so I'll release you now."
He operated the controls, slowly lowering her body. She collapsed limply; he removed every restraint.
"Ahhh..."
Even freed, Heo Seong-ah's limbs flopped uselessly—she couldn't rise.
"Now, time to remove the face mask."
He unbuckled it.
"Haaah..."
Removing the ring gag, her jaw throbbed from being held open so long; drool poured as her mouth stayed agape.
He pulled the ear and nose plugs. Sudden faint noises made her wince in pain—her hearing hypersensitive now. Her smell was worse: the sour reek of her own juices nearly made her vomit.
Finally, the blindfold came off.
"Ah..."
Even with sight restored, eyes acclimated to darkness, she squeezed them shut. Blinking hurt. Gradually squinting, adapting to the light, she finally opened them after what felt like ages.
"How's that, B62? Getting your pussy tortured with all senses sealed—feels good, doesn't it?"
"Ah... aaah..."
Heo Seong-ah paled. Clutching her head, she suddenly grabbed the Manager's ankle and curled up.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! No more... I'll do anything, please... it's too scary. It hurts so much. I feel like I'm dying. I can't take it. Please... sob..."
"Haa..."
Irreversible trauma already? Her mentality too fragile? After just eight hours?
"B62, you must not realize..."
Squatting down, the Manager prodded her head with his index finger.
"This kind of punishment usually lasts five days. Got it? What you've endured is less than 1/15th of average."
"N-no more... pleeease..."
Tears flooding, she plunged into utter despair. Her reaction made him feel a twinge of guilt for rushing the senior torment. But livestock had to endure this anyway—and really, it was her fault for breaking so easily.
"B62, if you're this wrecked already, how will you handle the next one?"
"Y-yes...? N-next torment...?"
"Forgot? There are three in total. You've barely finished the second."
"Ah... aaah..."
Someone once said despair had no bottom. Heo Seong-ah's had sunk past it, into abyssal depths, her mind eroded.
She truly... wanted to die.