Even Desperate Pleas Fall on Deaf Ears
"Hic...!"
"B62, are you scared? No need to worry that much. The final torture is simple—just lie back comfortably and sleep."
Of course, if you can sleep, that is. The Manager, with a venomous smile curling his lips, continued.
"If you endure the torture from now until tomorrow morning, the timing will be perfect."
He checked his wristwatch, then tapped the floor with his toes as he commanded.
"Assume the waiting position."
"Y-Yes? Y-Yes..!"
There was no time to question it. Heo Seong-ah immediately squatted down, spreading her thighs wide and clasping her hands behind her head into the waiting position. Her body, trembling uncontrollably, refused to hold steady. She barely lasted before toppling backward with a thud, scrambling back into position only to collapse again, her limbs flailing limply.
"That's enough. Just stay lying there like that."
"Yes, Manager...!"
She feared punishment for her poor form, but the Manager silently slipped on his latex gloves and rubbed her pussy.
"Haaah..!"
Her limp waist stiffened, arching upward on its own. Just a light stroke to her pussy, and Heo Seong-ah was already drowning in sweet pleasure, soaking herself in sticky nectar.
"B62, if you can't even endure this much stimulation, how do you plan to survive?"
She wanted to argue, but her lips wouldn't move. Everything he said was true... With such a shameless body, how was she supposed to live? Would this hypersensitivity last forever? Despair over her bleak future gripped her briefly, but the dizzying ecstasy flooding her mind shattered her thoughts.
"Haaang..."
The Manager cupped his hand into a fist and scrubbed her pussy up and down, wiping it clean. Having savored the aphrodisiac's effects with his own eyes, he gripped the end of the Urethra Plug clenched tight inside her.
"B62, before I remove the Urethra Plug... let's have a little lesson first."
"Y-Yes..?"
"I'm going to touch your pussy freely now, so every time you climax, shout out loud that you're cumming."
"Y-Yes..? Yes, Manager...!"
Why would he make her do something like that? It was a humiliating demand that made her head throb, but she had no choice. The Manager pinched the protruding tip of her clit above her pussy mound between his thumb and forefinger. Then... he kneaded it gently—
"Aaaang..! Haaang!!"
Without pause, he rubbed his fingers up and down, stimulating her relentlessly. Lost in the maddening pleasure, Heo Seong-ah felt the edge approaching in just three seconds.
"C-Cum... C-Cumm... I'm cummiiing!!"
"Good. You'll cum on the count of one, two, three?"
"Hic, ugh... uuugh.."
"One... two... three..!"
The moment the count ended, the Urethra Plug blocking her tight yanked free in one pull.
"Kkhiiiik!!"
As her pussy clenched in orgasm, a powerful jet erupted from her urethra. Once opened, the stream wouldn't stop, gushing endlessly. Only after emptying her bladder did Heo Seong-ah writhe in the aftershocks of climax.
"Agh... aaah... kkhik!"
The sensation of the rod forcing back into her urethra snapped her mind awake.
"Now, again."
"Ah, w-wait... just a mooooment... haaaaaang!!"
Ignoring her plea, the Manager kneaded her cute, perky clit and rubbed her pussy just like before.
"C-Cumm... cummiiing!!"
Her climax declaration triggered the Urethra Plug's swift removal.
"Kkhiiiik!!"
Heo Seong-ah gritted her teeth, swallowing moans as brain-melting orgasms repeated. Jets kept squirting from her urethra, even when there was nothing left.
"Agh... kkhuk... hic..."
"We'll repeat this about ten more times."
"Ah... aaah... kkhik!"
The Manager reinserted the Urethra Plug and pinched her clit again. He timed the removal to her peak, forcing the squirt. Repeating this drilled into Heo Seong-ah's mind that orgasms came in chains, and climax meant squirting or pissing herself. A mere dozen rounds weren't nearly enough... but Heo Seong-ah was destined to become a brainless livestock bitch who knew only sex by tomorrow anyway. Her body would be remade for it, no question.
"Kkhheuu..."
Drained of all strength, Heo Seong-ah sprawled on the floor, twitching.
"Before we move to the third torture... I'll give you one choice."
"Y-Yes..?"
The Manager fetched a 1L beaker brimming with her nectar and held it before her eyes.
"Choice one: Receive the life-ruining torture right now. Choice two: Down this beaker of your own pussy juice and get the life-ruining torture a bit later."
"Ah... ahh..."
Either way, her life was ruined. Terrified of whatever this "life-ruining torture" entailed—knowing nothing—Heo Seong-ah curled up on the floor.
"P-Please spare me... hic..."
Instinctively dropping into the naked dogeza, she begged for mercy. The Manager sighed deeply, then crushed her head under his shoe.
"Ack..!"
"B62, no matter how hard or painful, you must endure. Or do you want to be scrapped? Abandoned by your owner and turned into an onahole before you'll snap out of it?"
"N-No!! I'm sorry! I was wrong..!"
Onahole modification... Limbs severed, reduced to a lifelong pussy house with no control over her body—that was worse than death.
"Haa..."
The Manager kicked her body lightly, toppling her. He grabbed her ankles, hoisted them up, and slammed her ass down mercilessly.
Paang—
"Aaaak!!"
"I!" Pang—
"Kkhaak!!"
"Told you!" Paang—
"Kyaaaak!!"
"Not to!" Paaang—
"Kyaaaak!!"
"Apologize!" Paang, pang, paang—
"Kyaaaaak! I know my place! I was wrong!!"
Her aphrodisiac-slicked, sensitive ass burned like fire. Heo Seong-ah wailed and clutched it with both hands.
"Jeez, really..."
No matter the torment, human nature didn't change. Without rewiring her brain, that rotten mindset of hers was incurable. The Manager clicked his tongue and dropped her ankles like trash.
"Aak..!"
"B62, I've changed my mind. You'll chug the 1L of pussy juice right now and head straight to the life-ruining torture. Understood?"
"Hic..."
"Answer."
"..."
"Answer!!"
"Yes..!"
Seeing him draw a telescoping baton from his pocket, Heo Seong-ah blurted it out in panic.
"Hoo..."
Forgiven once, but not twice. The Manager nodded toward the beaker, urging her to drink.
"Hic..."
Heo Seong-ah sobbed as she knelt, heels pressing painfully into her throbbing ass.
"Hic..."
Lifting the 1L beaker with both hands, its weight surprised her. The colorless, transparent pussy juice looked like water at a glance, but its sour, musky stench killed any illusion.
"Haa..."
She clutched the beaker, hesitating endlessly. Drink her own genital secretions... her body's waste...
"B62, drink it quickly. This is my last warning."
"Haa..."
"Answer."
"Yes..! I'll drink it fast...!"
Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her lips to the rim. Like with semen before, she tried to take it in—but her mouth refused to open.
"Wub... hoob..."
If only it were semen... The primal revulsion kept her lips sealed.
"Haa..."
Out of patience, the Manager grabbed a funnel from a discarded box in the corner. A thick, sturdy rubber hose attached to its stem—long enough to pierce her throat and reach her stomach easily.
"Ah, ahh... I'll drink! I'll drink it!!"
The agony of a throat piercing never got easier. Weeping desperately, she jammed her lips to the beaker, but the Manager yanked her hair back, forcing her gaze to the ceiling.
"B62, I told you. No second chances."
"Ah... haa..."
"Don't annoy me—open your mouth wide, now."
He tightened his grip on her hair, commanding her. His unusually cold demeanor terrified her. With a tear-streaked face, Heo Seong-ah barely pried her lips apart.
"Ah-gak!"
The Manager seized her jaw and yanked it down. His brutish grip, devoid of mercy, felt like it would dislocate it. Ignoring her pain, he shoved the funnel into her mouth with his other hand.
"Gheuk! Ggheuk!!"
The thick hose scraped her uvula and plunged deep into her throat.
"Ggheeeuk!! Euk!!"
Choking, Heo Seong-ah desperately wanted to yank it out—but thoughts of the punishment stayed her hand. She submitted meekly.
"Ggheuk!!"
Soon, the hose tip reached her stomach... and without hesitation, the Manager poured the nectar-filled beaker into the funnel.
"Guheeeuk!!"
It wasn't drinking—it was like stuffing a balloon into her gut, bloating unpleasantly. Heo Seong-ah's eyes bulged as she retched, clutching her belly.
"Geeeuk!!"
Should she be grateful it bypassed her mouth and went straight to her stomach? No time to taste the horror... But no—it was still utterly revolting.