#10 Training Day-1, Dyeing (2)
He woke before the alarm and silenced it. A refreshing morning. Cool blue light seeped through the blackout curtains. His mouth felt parched. He sat up to sip the water from the nightstand. Stretching cracked his joints audibly. He set the glass down and turned to the other side of the bed. There lay Nayae, naked and sleeping soundly, her hands bound. A chain linked her wrists to the ceiling, limiting her every move. Tiny silver piercings glinted on her nipples. As the wounds healed, the punctures risked closing—a hassle for both of them. He'd been meticulous about infection, yet her nipples remained slightly swollen. She'd barely stirred amid all the bed-shaking, lost deep in slumber. Exhaustion from extreme stress and dozens of orgasms gripped her tight. He'd let her drift off after swallowing his semen. This was likely her only peace in captivity.
“Nayae, wake up.”
He whispered into her ear, and her eyes snapped open like a prey animal sensing its predator mid-sleep. She scanned the room wildly. Despair clouded her dim gaze. In mere seconds, she recalled her predicament and last night's horrors, her face twisting in profound sadness. But it faded fast. She knew her priorities all too well.
“Did you sleep well overnight? It's your first day, so I made a special allowance for the bed.”
“Thank you. Did you sleep well, Teacher?”
Tear tracks streaked her cheeks—had she wept in her sleep? He licked them clean. A thick trail of saliva glistened across her flawless skin like a snail's path. Her face twisted faintly at the slick sensation.
“Shall we check last night's handiwork?”
He swept back the covers. Nayae's legs twitched instinctively to cross, then froze. She remembered the manual he'd drilled into her. She must never cover her body. Shame was a luxury denied to pets, like clothes.
“Stayed put nicely.”
His hand slid between her thighs. After last night's torment, her clitoris had ballooned to 1 cm. It was a fast-healing organ; left alone overnight, it might have shrunk back. But Yuchan had no intention of that.
“Of all the body's parts, the clitoris is the vilest. It exists solely for pleasure.”
Her precious bud remained engorged, locked in place by the compressor. He'd fixed the stretched tissue to prevent retraction.
“And you're far viler than that. Do you really deserve such a tiny, pretty clitoris?”
So it was doomed to stay this grotesquely swollen? Nayae glanced down at her chest. Her maternal swells still jiggled beautifully, though silver glints lurked at the edges. In just one day, her cherished body had warped into something hideous for display. Shocking.
“Of course not.”
No argument from her. But the reply rang hollow, soulless. Irritation flickered in Yuchan. Even forced acting demanded sincerity from his once-polite Nayae. Had she adapted already? He said nothing. Far crueler days awaited from tonight. Compared to what was coming, this was mere appetizer.
“Shower together?”
“Sounds good, Teacher.”
He unbound her wrists, then gripped one and kissed her—not a lover's tender prelude to sex, but a devouring ravage. His tongue invaded her mouth, slathering saliva. Her eyes widened round. It was a reminder: Nothing's changed after one night. You're still my pet. Breath crushed mercilessly. His iron arms threatened to snap her slender waist and neck. One full squeeze, and she'd break. Even through his clothes, his bulging muscles whispered the threat.
“Puha...”
The kiss dragged on, one minute, two. Utter objectification. Even a kiss—the softest caress, emblem of love—held no tenderness. This man just wants to devour every inch of me. Dizzy realization made her legs tremble. Her hypertrophied bud, still sucked raw by air pressure, seemed to whine. Despite the coercion, her body reignited the lust he'd failed to quench yesterday. Another blow to her plummeting spirit.
Nayae endured morning piss on her face again. No way to adapt after just twice, yet the thick humiliation wrapped her heart tighter. Then the shower. Yuchan washed her kneeling form meticulously, using her breasts like sponges for his body. He savored her quickening breaths as soapy tits slid slick over his back. Watching her pierced nipples—chilled metal sharpening their presence—was entertainment enough. No luxury sponge could match feminine softness and give.
He scrubbed every crevice. Then ordered her to clean his cock using only lips and tongue. Balls to asshole, on all fours like a dog. Her face crumpling unconsciously at the rimjob command stroked his sadism. Forcing pure lips—laden with a girl's meanings—onto the filthiest spot. The conquest thrilled.
Her soft tongue had to lap every wrinkle clean. Agony for her, no doubt. Even pre-rinsed, sudden ass-eating shredded her delicate sensibilities. But she adapted, tongue moving slow and steady. His cock swelled massively, yet he denied her—as with last night's oral. Blush flaring on her cheeks, she gazed at him with veiled longing when he called it quits. Pride forbade begging insertion from her rapist. Spreading for him willingly would make her no better than the whore he'd called her.
“Showering so clean thanks to you, Nayae.”
“I'm glad I could serve you, Teacher.”
Soulless tone again. Yuchan blow-dried her hair. Still 6 a.m.—plenty of time before work. He lounged with her leisurely.
“You'll catch cold like this. Put this on.”
He draped a bathrobe from the hook over her, tying the belt himself. Her flinch at the temperature shift was adorable.
“Th-thank you, Teacher.”
Face defiled, yet today felt lover-like, unlike yesterday's brutality. Glimpses of the teacher she'd once fancied stabbed her chest. Kind Teacher, scary Teacher—which rhythm to match? Yuchan had engineered exactly that confusion.
“Don't shiver so much, Nayae. Teacher won't hurt you if you obey. You're a lovable student, after all.”
“Y-yes... I'll obey.”
He wrapped her waist gently, seating her at the kitchen table. Naked all night, then robed—immense relief. Naked under just a robe before him would've mortified. Now it felt secure. She hugged herself, cherishing the fabric's embrace.
“Wait here. I'll whip up something nice.”
“Ah! Let me help.”
“No, you worked hard yesterday. Just sip coffee.”
He brewed espresso from the machine, handed it over, and cooked. Nayae wet her tongue cautiously on the tiny cup. Same taste as in his counseling room. Nostalgic ache bloomed in delusion.
Blender whirred. Meat sizzled in the pan. Knife chopped veggies on the board. Dawn crept through the balcony, brightening the room. Eerie peace unfit for her plight. Like a one-night stand greeting morning with Teacher. Swayed by his demeanor, no yesterday's dread resurfaced. If only this were normal... Vain fancy she mulled silently.
In under thirty minutes, the table boasted appetizing chicken breast, steamed potatoes, crab-and-tofu salad. Restaurant-worthy visuals.
“Dig in?”
“I'll eat well.”
As Nayae reached for chopsticks across from him, Yuchan spoke.
“Oh, right—I forgot. You have separate chow, Nayae.”
“Huh?”
He stepped to the kitchen, then thunk—tossed something to the floor. A large dog bowl. Unlike the table's gourmet health fare, this was blender-mashed chaos. Vomit-esque, if he had to compare. Same ingredients, though: boiled chicken, veggies, potatoes. Perfectly balanced—carbs, protein, fats, fiber—for her weight and condition. One serving.
“Pets get scraps usually, but yours is cooked—special treat.”
Trembling eyes fixed on the bowl. How low will he drag me? Delusions had limits.
“Sharing the table spoils pets.”
Not the kind Teacher she knew. A monster in human skin.
“What're you waiting for? I made it with care.”
Grinning, he popped chicken into his mouth by hand, sucking kiwi dressing from his fingers. Shock-frozen Nayae rose shakily. She crawled to the bowl by his crooked feet. Despair weighed her shoulders; head dipped slow, tongue extended dog-like.
“Wait.”
As her tongue reached, his foot nudged the bowl far away. Hot coals in her throat. Grief burned unbelievably fierce. Swallowing tears, she glanced up cautiously.
“I saw this show once. Best time to train pets? Feeding and treats.”
“P-pardon...?”
“Like dolphin shows, Nayae? I love them. Always wanted to tame those clever beasts. You're smarter than dolphins—should be easier, right?”
Studying her ever-shifting face, Yuchan murmured low.