Unforeseen Modifications (3)
15 minutes of clitoral stimulation. Honestly, if you set your mind to it, anyone could endure that level of pleasure. Sing the national anthem in your head... distract your thoughts... try your hardest not to feel it, and you could tough it out for 15 minutes, even if it was grueling. Yeah. She could definitely hold on. Anyone could at that intensity.
"Grraaaahhh!!"
For some reason, Heo Seong-ah let out a beastly scream and thrashed her body just one second into the torment. Not that she had a choice—her body had been modified to make it impossible.
"Kkuuuueeek!!"
Every exhale brought a vulgar sound bursting from her lips. She couldn't control the lewd moans spilling out as she arched her back, but the Manager's hand didn't let up. His fingers still gripped her clit, rubbing it back and forth—scritch-scratch—forcing an insane, heavenly pleasure upon her.
The problem? No matter how much she felt it, she couldn't cum.
"Graaaah!! I wanna gooo!! Pleeeease!!"
She rocked her hips back and forth. Her ass twitched cutely. The hole leaking pussy juices clenched and relaxed in rhythm. She was putting on such a coquettish display, desperate to cum, but the Manager had no intention of giving her what she craved. This was punishment, after all.
"B62, it's only been one minute. How do you expect to serve your owner as a proper female livestock if you can't even last 15?"
"Graaaaaah!! Haaaang!! Pleeeease!!"
Was she even hearing the Manager's voice? Heo Seong-ah had devolved into a pure beast, beyond human communication.
"Haha..."
Gazing at her crotch where pussy juices dripped steadily, the Manager smirked in amusement.
"Aaaaaang!! Oh god, grraaaang!!"
It was only natural for her to react like a madwoman. For a man, it would be like edging right before ejaculation, that orgasm building endlessly without release. The worst part? The actions causing it were so familiar—things that would normally make her cum effortlessly. But now, no matter the stimulation, climax eluded her. Rubbing her clit... fingering and pressing her G-spot... she could never reach orgasm on her own again.
The more she realized her body was ruined beyond repair, the deeper the despair would sink in.
"Aaaaaaaang!!"
Was it a hymn of ecstatic pleasure or a wail of hopeless denial? Heo Seong-ah's pitiful cries as she howled made for a truly wretched sight.
"Aaaang!! Pleeeease! For real! Hic, aaaaaang!!"
99.99%—that was probably the level of pleasure surging through Heo Seong-ah right now. Just that missing 0.01% keeping her from the peak. Nothing more torturous.
"Eugh..."
Like cum rising to the tip of your cock but never shooting out—that sticky, unsatisfying pleasure dragging on forever? The thought made the Manager shudder. He'd die before enduring that... and for a fleeting moment, he felt a twinge of pity for Heo Seong-ah, suffering by his own hand.
But... so what? Who asked her to become livestock?
"Aaaaaang!!"
"Five minutes now. Hang in there for ten more."
"Euk... kkhuk, hng! Uuu..."
She couldn't see. All senses blocked except her pussy. Her nerves must be hypersensitive, the pleasure far beyond what anyone else could imagine.
"Pleeeease... hng, put it innn... put your cock in meeee!!"
Had she realized penetration would end this hellish limbo? She begged for it herself, shaking her ass seductively.
If this were just SM play between lovers, he'd laugh and thrust in. But sadly, between female livestock and trainer? Impossible.
"Put it innn... ahua... ha, graa..."
Around the ten-minute mark, Heo Seong-ah's voice cracked. She no longer screamed at full volume. Her thighs trembled weakly as she endured the clit stimulation that felt like it would melt her.
"Pleeeease... haaaang... pleeeease... ah..."
Her pleading was utterly different now. On the verge of death. A desperate, final beg seeped from her voice.
"Hoo..."
Just before the 15 minutes ended, the Manager shook off his rubbing hand. He clenched it slightly... and smack—slapped his palm over Heo Seong-ah's entire twitching pussy.
"Hik!"
Caught off guard by the unfamiliar pain, she let out a cute yelp and bucked her hips. Her pussy clenched hard, squirting out a spurt of built-up juices.
How pathetic she looked—the sight had the Manager wrestling a throbbing urge in his crotch.
"Hoo..."
A geyser of desire to plunge into that sticky virgin hole. A conqueror's lust to claim perfect female livestock like her. He wasn't idiot enough to throw away his life for a moment's lapse... but damn, if he could just fuck that pussy, maybe it'd be worth it. A hole valuable enough to trade his future for.
After all, he was the one shaping it that way.
"Haa..."
He closed his eyes, steeling himself. Suppressed his pounding heart and reached for her pussy once more.
"B62, only six minutes in, and you're thrashing like this?"
"Eh... ah..?"
An obvious lie. He'd said five minutes earlier. Who'd believe him now? Even without a sense of time, she had to see through that... or so he thought—
"Ah, uk, nooooo... I can't anymoreee... hng..."
Her mind shattered by the maddening pleasure, Heo Seong-ah had no room for such thoughts. She'd long forgotten his previous words. Believing the lie that six minutes had passed, she sobbed and banged her head on the floor. Despair at needing to endure 2.5 times longer crushed her.
"B62, is it too much?"
"Hng... y-yes..."
"No surprise. You want to cum but can't—how will you earn your reward like this?"
"Eh..."
She'd forgotten. The "sweet climax" reward promised if she behaved.
"Ah... uh..."
But... how could they give a reward if she couldn't cum? Would she live like this forever?
"I can guess what you're thinking, B62. 'Will I have to live like this forever?' Something like that."
"Hng..."
Right on the mark. Livestock minds were simple—easy to predict.
"Let me tell you upfront: yes. You'll live in that body forever."
"Y-yes..?"
"No need to worry, though. Once you're with your owner, it could be hell or heaven—depending on you."
Her owner's penetration would be the absolute trigger for climax. Surely he'd show mercy based on her behavior.
"Haa..."
Before resuming, the Manager sighed openly.
"Why'd you pass out on your own? That's why this happens."
"Hng..."
Subtle gaslighting: everything happening to her was her fault. Repeat it enough, and she'd blame herself for every torment, becoming a broken loser. No room for rebellious livestock. First, erode her lingering humanity.
"B62, let's start again. Repent your mistakes and try to endure."
"Hng... y-yes..."
The Manager slowly extended his hand... pausing at the tip of Heo Seong-ah's glistening clit.
"Hng, hng..."
She trembled beneath his touch. Would the horrific orgasm-denial torture repeat?
"Well... this won't solve anything. Rubbing your clit more seems pointless anyway."
As if granting mercy with broad magnanimity, he withdrew his hand and stood.
Truth be told, the 15 minutes had long passed.
"Here's the deal. No more rubbing— we'll end with ten sharp flicks. Got it?"
"Pardon? Y-yes, Manager..."
Ten flicks? Painful, but better than endless rubbing. She nodded eagerly.
"Scream, pass out—do whatever."
"Yes..."
"But... if you faint again and get extra mods? Who knows."
"Hng..."
A threat: don't faint. Smirking, the Manager fetched a riding crop from the shelf. Narrower than before—promised intense pain. Fitting for punishment.
"Ten sharp flicks. Here we go."
"Yes, Manager..."
Did she really think it was just flicks? Gazing at the oblivious, prone Heo Seong-ah, the Manager swung the riding crop mercilessly.