Mouth Pussy Training (3)
The Manager's hand, which had been gripping the dildo, let go. He didn't even need to press down hard anymore...
"Keurgh...! Keuk...!"
Heo Seong-ah's throat, stretched straight open, was swallowing the dildo on its own, gulp by gulp.
"Keurghhh!!"
Her throat writhed desperately to expel the foreign object, but with her tongue fixed in place and her mouth forced wide, there was no escape from the agony without someone else's help.
"Keurgh...! Eugh! Ugugh!!"
A vulgar, guttural sound poured from her lips—something no one could imagine coming from a woman's mouth. Shame, embarrassment, humiliation... Heo Seong-ah had no room to feel any of it right now.
"Guhk... Heugh...! Ugugh!!"
She could only think one thing: I want to live.
"Keurghhh!!"
Until now, she'd only feared she might die. But this time, death felt real. For some reason, she sensed the Manager wouldn't help her today.
"Keuk...!"
What crime had she committed? What sin could justify this hellish torment?
"Ugughhh! Keurgh...!"
"You're holding up well. Just endure it like that."
She couldn't breathe. She was going to die. She wanted to live. Dying like this would be too pathetic. Even in death, her resentment would bar her from heaven. I want to live. I want to liveee...
"Keurghhh...!!"
Gulp, gulp—With her airway blocked, oxygen deprivation flushed Heo Seong-ah's face bright red. She strained to spit out the dildo, but it was futile. The more she struggled, the deeper it slid.
"Keurgh...!!"
Her swollen red face was paling by the second. About a minute had passed. Locked in this awkward position, unable to breathe properly, it was torture beyond words. If this were truly torture, she'd have begged for mercy on her knees...
... ...
... ...
"Keurghhh...!"
Save me. I want to live. Please. I don't want to dieee...
"Hmm..."
Just as she teetered on the brink of death...
"You endured well. I'll pull it out now."
"Ugughhhh!!"
The Manager seized the base of the dildo and yanked it free in one swift motion. Her constricted throat gaped open, and as she gasped for air, vomit surged up.
"Ueeuk... Keuhe... Heugh...!"
Luckily, with nothing in her stomach, it was just the searing pain of retching. The Manager observed her dramatically altered throat, a smirk tugging at his lips. Youth had its advantages—despite the forced expansion, there were no visible major injuries, and her throat gaped wide. With this durability, reaching the 20th stage dildo would be smooth sailing.
"Heee... Haa..."
Unable to close her mouth, Heo Seong-ah let out lewd breaths, her face twisted in tears. She couldn't retract her tongue to speak... or swallow the pooling saliva. Dread for the coming pain filled her.
"Haaa..."
Fifteen more times. She just had to endure that agony—or worse—fifteen more times. Could she? No... she had to. Even if it killed her... the Manager wouldn't save her anyway...
"You've rested enough. Time for the 6th dildo."
Stages 6 through 15 kept the same length, only increasing slightly in girth. From the 5th dildo's 3.5cm diameter and 9cm length, the 6th added just 0.3cm to the diameter. It might seem trivial, but seeing it up close shattered that illusion. A 0.3cm increase meant a massive overall expansion. The difference between 5 and 6 was beyond imagination.
Blindfolded, Heo Seong-ah couldn't see the monstrous tool that would wreck her throat. She just trembled in terror.
Plop—The Manager dipped it in the aphrodisiac vat as before. Coated thickly, he placed the tip on her fixed tongue.
"Haaah..."
Droplets of aphrodisiac slid from the tip down her tongue and into her throat. Her bobbing Adam's apple was sensually erotic.
"Haha..."
The Manager chuckled unwittingly. Hearing it, Heo Seong-ah felt an ominous chill.
"B62, just so you know, this isn't my fault."
"Ehah...?"
"It's all because you're such a slut."
"Eh...?"
What was he saying? Why this sudden declaration?
"With a body like that, a pretty face, and a throat that gorgeous—what am I supposed to do?"
"Euh...?"
Spreading such a lewd throat wide open... anyone would feel the urge to ruin it.
"Later, I'll have to spread your pussy, gape your asshole, tear your urethra. Every single organ inside you must be just as pretty."
Hideous words, even as a joke. He seemed serious enough to terrify her about the future.
"I talked too long. No time—let's start."
"Huu..."
She braced herself, holding her breath—then the dildo slid down her tongue and pierced her throat relentlessly.
"Keurghhh!!"
Unlike before, when it swallowed itself, this time the Manager shoved it in deep and pressed his palm down to prevent escape.
"Keurghhh! Kuhugh!!"
Her throat flared wide, airway sealed. Heo Seong-ah shuddered violently, moaning like she was dying. In this life-or-death crisis, the Manager calmly counted down ten seconds.
"10 seconds... 9... 8..."
With each tick, his palm pressed harder, driving it impossibly deep—as if she'd swallowed it whole.
"Keurghhh!!"
"3... 2... 1... Done."
"Ugeup...! Uweeeek!!"
As the count ended, he ripped it out at blinding speed. She dry-heaved, throat contracting—but no respite. The 7th plunged in immediately.
"Keurghhh!!"
"B62, I told you—we're short on time. No breaks from now on. Stay sharp."
"Keuk! Ugugh!! Keurghhh!!"
The 7th was 0.2cm thicker. Incremental expansions like this would soon remake her throat into a perfect mouth pussy, deepthroating any cock to the hilt.
"Keurghhhh!!"
Ten seconds later, yanked free—then the 8th stabbed in. To save time, the Manager had pre-soaked 9 through 20 in the vat.
"Keurghhh...!!"
Despite the brutal torment, the aphrodisiac sparked unwanted pleasure. Unable to resist the ticklish ecstasy, Heo Seong-ah clenched her thighs, leaking strange moans.
"Ha-euk... Heugh!"
"B62, how is it? Doesn't it feel amazing, your throat stretched beyond limits, squeezed tight?"
"Keurghhhh...!"
It had been pure agony moments ago... but now, hearing him, it twisted into asphyxiation-fueled bliss.
"Haha, seeing that joyful expression makes me happy too."
"Heugh..."
Her face was covered, invisible. He just knew she was grinning ear to ear.
"Keurghhh...!"
"But don't enjoy it too much."
Get addicted, and she'd crave choking sex forever. Did he need to micromanage that?
"Next dildo."
"Keurgh!"
Grabbing the 8th from the vat, the Manager switched to the 15th instead. Her lack of suffering irked him. Time for punishment—and skip ahead to accelerate.
At 5cm diameter, thickest yet. For a normal person, impossible even to mouth, let alone throat.
But for Heo Seong-ah... with her pervert nature... she'd swallow it whole. He was certain.
"Going in."
"Ugeuk...!"
A stark reaction. Eased in slowly, yet even with her jaw maxed, the tip hit her palate, blocking early.
The Manager rocked it side to side, inching deeper.
"Uuueu! Aaah!!"
"B62, I have no idea what you're saying."
Impossible. No way. Stop. Her pleas screamed it—but did she know such reactions only aroused men?
"It won't go in at all."
"Ueur..."
Obvious. Even a 0.8cm endoscope needed sedation. Swallowing 5cm raw? Absurd.
But quitting? Never.
"I'll ease up a bit—endure the pain."
"Uu...?"
Flashing a smile, he palmed the base...
Puke—
"Keurgh!!"
And thrust it in mercilessly.