Whipped to Ecstasy
The moment Jia and Jiseon saw the iron rod Dohyung brought out, they knew exactly what was about to happen. The red-hot brand at the tip of the rod, bearing Kim Dohyung's initials, would press against their flesh. Sizzling like roasting meat, their skin would melt under the intense heat, leaving behind an indelible scar—a permanent mark declaring them as Dohyung's property. Jia, who had seen the iron rod once before, was terrified, but Jiseon, seeing it for the first time, was utterly paralyzed with horror.
"That's..."
"You're crazy..."
Seeing their terrified reactions, Dohyung's mood lifted even further. The sheer terror they felt was like a divine blessing to him.
"Now that I've explained the basic rules, shall we begin? Both of you, strip and get over here."
Though they both wanted to protest, they knew any resistance was utterly futile. They quietly obeyed his command.
"See those cuffs over there? Slip your hands into them. Tighten them secure so they don't slip off."
Jia and Jiseon spotted the leather cuffs Dohyung was pointing to. Chains hung from the ends of two large overhead frames, with the leather cuffs attached to their tips. The two girls silently slipped their hands into the cuffs and buckled them tight.
Instantly, the chains retracted, forcing them to raise their arms high above their heads. The chains stopped pulling only when their toes could barely scrape the floor. Suspended from the frames, they looked like human punching bags. The sudden, absolute restraint left them unable to imagine what he would do next, amplifying their dread.
"Master, what is the meaning of this..."
"Just the preparation phase. I'm about to do some things to you. All you have to do is climax. Simple, right? Every time you reach an orgasm, your count goes up by one. Don't worry, I won't miscount."
With Jia and Jiseon hanging side by side, Dohyung brought out blindfolds and slipped them over their eyes.
"Master, what is this for?"
"I can't see..."
"A special consideration for you two. If you can see how many times the other person is climaxing, you'll get anxious, right? That stress might make it harder for you to get off. So, I'm completely blocking your view of each other's progress."
Finally, Dohyung placed noise-canceling headphones over their ears and whispered softly, "Now... let's see how well you do." With those words, Jia and Jiseon were plunged into absolute darkness and silence.
Normally, since they were hanging right next to each other, ordinary blindfolds and headphones might not have been enough to completely block out everything. But Dohyung had no such concerns. A simple spell was more than enough. While the two girls were disoriented by the sudden sensory deprivation, Dohyung conjured a clone of himself.
"A duplication spell really comes in handy. Well, not like you two would ever know." Now that Jia and Jiseon's eyes and ears were sealed, Dohyung cast his magic without hesitation. He had no intention of openly revealing his magical powers to them, making this the perfect opportunity.
With his god-like powers, Dohyung could do anything he pleased. The sole reason he had survived ten hellish years in that other world was for the sake of this very revenge. But if he openly displayed his omnipotent magic to his tormentors, their reaction would be entirely predictable.
They'd probably just weep and beg for mercy, offering to give me everything they own. After all, I'm basically a god who could turn all four of them to dust in an instant if I wanted to. But would that ever count as a genuine apology?
Dohyung hadn't crawled through the depths of hell in another world just to hear empty, desperate pleas.
Absolutely not. You will suffer twice the agony you inflicted on me. I'll make your days a living hell, yet leave you just enough room to search for a glimmer of hope for tomorrow. You'll cling to that false hope to endure. I'll make you live searching for a hope that doesn't exist, completely oblivious to the fact that you are slowly sinking into an inescapable abyss.
After exchanging a brief glance, Dohyung and his clone split up—one stepping toward Jia, and the other toward Jiseon.
Plunged into sensory deprivation, Jia verged on a full-blown panic attack. She had been subjected to a similar torture before—bound and teased, only to be denied right at the brink of climax. The combination of absolute darkness, silence, and the trauma of her past punishment threatened to drive her mad, but she desperately tried to compose herself.
Calm down... This is different from back then...
Before, she was actively blocked from reaching a climax; now, she was actually required to reach one. Gathering her wits, Jia felt a pang of frustration. Because of the blindfold and headphones, she couldn't tell what was happening to Jiseon, let alone if her rival had already climaxed. She needed to know her opponent's status to strategize.
I can't lose... I absolutely refuse to take the punishment. The piercing was agonizing enough, but if he brands me with that iron... Jia shuddered, goosebumps breaking out all over her body as she imagined the initials K. D. H. seared into her flesh.
All I have to do is climax. Right, that's one of the things I've done the most down here. Jia secretly believed she held an advantage. If the goal was to reach ecstasy, it meant her erogenous zones would be stimulated. Ever since she had been imprisoned in the basement, the constant masturbation and sex had left her body incredibly sensitive. Moreover, Jiseon was still wearing a chastity belt. With Jiseon's options for stimulation severely restricted, Jia was certain she had the upper hand.
But despite Jia steeling herself to accept whatever Dohyung was about to do to her body, he did not touch either of them right away. He simply stood back, watching them struggle to maintain their balance as their toes barely scraped the floor. Hanging in that posture was exhausting in itself, and beads of sweat soon began to form on Jia's skin. Yet, Dohyung remained completely still, offering no reaction.
After an agonizingly long time—though she had lost all concept of it—Jia felt something brush against her skin. Judging by the texture, it wasn't a human finger. Just as she was trying to recall where she had felt this sensation before—
"Ah!" Jia gasped, startled by a sharp, stinging sensation on her buttocks. This... no way?! She immediately recognized the instrument of her pain. I've felt this before... Yes, that's it! It's the whip from back then! She was stunned by the realization. It was clear that Dohyung was striking her with the very whip he had used during her training. Before she could process it, another lash struck her.
"Ahhh!" Jia writhed against the pain blooming on her backside, but her bound body was utterly helpless. It hurts, it hurts so bad!!! Why is he whipping me? She couldn't fathom Dohyung's intentions. She had envisioned a scenario where they would have sex, allowing her to easily rack up climaxes and win the challenge. Instead, she was met with cold, biting lashes. Another strike landed squarely on her buttocks, sending a fresh wave of agony through her.
"Ugh!" Don't beat me! Touch my nipples instead! Shove your fingers inside me! I can climax so easily if you just do that... But the whip, striking at regular intervals, soon expanded its target. It was no longer just her buttocks; the lashes began to rain down on her thighs, calves, and her entire body.
You told me to climax! You told me to go wild! So why do you keep hitting me... Unable to speak, Jia had no choice but to endure the relentless assault. But then, a memory flashed in her mind—something Dohyung had told her before. He had said he would turn her into a masochistic slave. In that instant, she understood his design. He had designated pain as the trigger for her pleasure. She was meant to enjoy the agony and use it to reach an orgasm. It was a simple concept, yet incredibly difficult to execute.
I felt a little spark last time... but that won't be enough. She recalled the "erogenous zone training" when Dohyung had whipped and pegged her. Even then, she hadn't reached a full, satisfying climax. But she had to do it now. If she didn't, she would face the branding iron. She absolutely refused to let that happen. Jia decided to force a shift in her mindset. As the next lash stung her flesh, she cried out at the top of her lungs.
"Ahhh! It feels so good!!" In truth, it didn't feel good at all. It was painful and miserable. But to win this contest, she had to hypnotize herself. She had to believe that this pain was actually exquisite pleasure—that she absolutely loved being beaten like this.
"Ah! Please whip this masochistic piggy more!!" She screamed deliberately, her voice echoing loudly in her own ears due to the noise-canceling headphones. With every strike, she forced herself to shout how good it felt, using the vocalizations to fuel her self-hypnosis. She knew that without this desperate effort, she would never be able to reach a climax from pain alone. Yet, a nagging question lingered in the back of her mind. If she was being whipped like this, what was Jiseon going through? She couldn't begin to imagine what Dohyung was doing to her. She desperately wanted to rip off her blindfold and headphones to check on Jiseon, but she was completely helpless. I'm getting beaten to a pulp here... what is that dog-killing bitch going through right now?