Mouth Pussy Training (2)
The smallest one, number 1 dildo. With a diameter of 2 cm and a length of about 6 cm, it was a small hard silicone toy that even an inexperienced virgin could swallow without much trouble.
"Ughhh..."
He shoved it all the way in and clamped his palm over her mouth to keep her from spitting it out. Ten seconds in that state. If she could hold her breath and fight back the vomit, she could move on to the next stage.
"Well, an expected result, so I'll remove it."
"Huuu..."
Stage 1 ended so anticlimactically that there had been no real need to do it at all. Compared to the other livestock who'd undergone mouth pussy training before her, the real hurdles would start creeping in from the number 5 dildo onward.
"Hmm..."
Not wanting to waste time, the Manager skipped straight past numbers 2 through 4 and grabbed the number 5.
From here on, they switched from hard silicone to soft silicone—flexible with realistic curves. It was a precaution to avoid injuring the trainee, given the increased girth and length.
"B62, please calm down and breathe steadily. I'll wait thirty seconds before inserting it."
"Huu, huu... Y-yes..."
Blindfolded... her body restrained... being trained like this... Every metallic clink she heard sent Heo Seong-ah into a panic, her breaths coming in ragged gasps like some anxiety attack.
It'd be an obvious lie to say she wasn't scared.
"Huu... Huuuu..."
Truth be told, she'd already been at her limit with the number 1. It had probed deep into her mouth, constantly brushing her uvula; if the Manager had pulled it out even a second later, she might have thrown up for sure.
Stop... I want to stop... The plea bubbled up in her mind, but no words escaped her lips. She had to show she was the model of an obedient livestock.
"Huuu..."
Heo Seong-ah swallowed, addicted to the sweet taste filling her mouth. The sticky aphrodisiac seeped from her lips all the way to the back of her throat, bringing a strange pleasure. She rubbed her tongue around, pressing against her gums, the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth. It felt just like gently caressing her nipples or clit.
"Huuuuk..."
Her lewdly modified body meshed perfectly with the drug. Already, her mouth hung slack, drool spilling greedily as lewd moans escaped.
"Then we'll begin."
"Huuk..."
Number 5 dildo. Diameter 3.5 cm, length about 9 cm—a transparent soft silicone toy. Unlike the previous one, the tip mimicking a glans had extra thickness, making it far harder to swallow.
"Ugh...!"
As Heo Seong-ah worked her lips in preparation, the dildo's tip pressed against them. Like sweetly kissing a real glans... She pursed her lips, slowly parting them, and managed to get the tip inside.
"Huuup... Wup..."
About 1 cm in? Her limit hit already. Her jaw screamed for mercy at being stretched so wide, her tongue crushed downward with no room to move, blocking her throat tight. Forcing it deeper from here was impossible.
"Uup..."
Unaware of her internal struggle, the Manager gripped the dildo and thrust it in boldly.
"Ugggghhh!!"
It advanced slowly at first, then abruptly jammed to a halt. Probably caught right at her throat entrance. Heo Seong-ah's body shuddered violently, her face flushing beet red—clearly, this was her limit.
"Haa..."
The Manager sighed, gripping the base and yanking it out in one swift pull.
"Ughk... Uuuwheeeek!!"
As the pressure on her uvula released, Heo Seong-ah nearly retched, her momentary lapse in control almost sending her over the edge.
"Kkhuk... Euk... Ahuk..."
She clamped her mouth shut, furrowing her brow as she swallowed down the nausea with pained whimpers.
"B62, getting stuck at stage 5 is quite disappointing."
"Hic, haa... I'm sorry..."
It's not fair. I want to explain. No matter how much she resolved in her head to swallow, her body wouldn't obey. What was she supposed to do?
"Hwik..."
She was trying... She wanted to beg him to watch patiently, but livestock weren't afforded such luxuries.
"B62, I believe this is purely a matter of will."
"Y-yes...?"
"Your subconscious is rejecting the intrusion into your mouth, isn't it?"
"N-no, that's not—"
"Making excuses? I don't believe I'm wrong."
Taking a moment for self-reflection, Heo Seong-ah realized he might actually be right. She remembered as a kid, the first time she'd tried swallowing a pill—despite psyching herself up, some unconscious fear had made her choke, earning her a scolding.
This was probably the same.
"Hwik..."
Unable to deny it, she sniffled, pursing her lips.
"Stage 5 is barely the beginning. This only stimulates the front of your throat... By stage 20, the dildos reach all the way to your stomach. Think you can handle that?"
"Y-yes...?"
"Getting stuck here from the start means a rough road ahead."
The purpose of mouth pussy training was to service a future owner's cock. But... did they really need dildos long enough to reach the stomach? Did men with dicks that huge even exist? Not even the most confident African guy could thrust through a throat into the gut.
"Ah... Haa..."
A primal doubt suddenly gripped Heo Seong-ah: Why do I have to endure this? The Manager kept mentioning "service to your master," but this seemed excessive—more like an extension of yesterday's punishment than actual training.
"Hic..."
Sorting her thoughts, she bowed her head, stifling more sobs. Training or torture—what did it matter? Her life as livestock meant obeying without a single act of defiance. Useless thoughts only deepened her despair.
"B62."
"Yes..."
"As I've said, your training time is limited. With much more to do today, we'll get you swallowing up to number 20 within the next hour. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
"Then open your throat wide."
Heo Seong-ah swallowed dryly and gaped her mouth to its absolute limit. Her pitch-black throat yawned like a cavern. Her uvula quivered faintly in dread of the coming pain... but repeating this process would eventually turn that fear into anticipation.
Splash— The Manager dipped the number 5 into a vat of aphrodisiac, then pulled it out.
"Here it goes."
"Yes..."
Can I swallow it? No—I must.
Calming her mind and breathing steadily, she prepared. But despite her resolve, fear curled her tongue inward, constricting her throat.
"Still not working."
"Yes...?"
Setting the dildo aside, the Manager gathered her hair into a ponytail and yanked the end hard. A hook like an upside-down fishhook was embedded in the top of the box; he fixed her ponytail to one facing forward.
"Eek?!"
Her back arched rigid, head yanked back until her neck formed a straight line.
"Euk..."
Now fixed staring at the ceiling in an awkward pose. But the restraints weren't done.
"Agh...!"
The Manager reached out, mercilessly pinching her cheeks to force her mouth open. Her jaw dropped, tongue tip poking out; he gripped it firmly to keep it from retracting.
Click—
"Aaaak...!"
A sharp sting and foreign sensation at her tongue's tip. Blind, Heo Seong-ah had no idea what had happened.
"A fine look. The perfect accessory for livestock."
One mistake had earned her a tongue ring piercing.
"We'll remove it after training, so no need to worry."
"Eeuh..."
He threaded thin fishing line through the ring and hooked it to a protrusion on the front of the box. Slowly pulling taut dragged her folded tongue outward bit by bit. Only when it stretched to her chin did he tie it off, securing it.
"Brueeeeh..."
Trapped in the box with just her face poking out... ponytail fixed back, staring at the ceiling... tongue yanked forward to her chest, mouth forced gaping obscenely.
Her wide-open mouth hole looked less like livestock and more like a toilet.
Toilet...? Not a bad training idea, but first things first.
"Now, number 5—fast."
"Ugguuuup!!"
From above straight down... Without a shred of mercy, the Manager rammed the dildo deep into Heo Seong-ah's throat.