#19 Back Hole Development 1
Seohyun woke up much later than usual that morning. Her mind was far hazier than it should have been. It felt like she'd surfaced from a deeply unpleasant dream.
"Ah..."
Memories of the previous night flooded back. Right in front of her eyes, Yuchan had raped Nayae over and over, dumping his filthy semen deep inside her pussy each time. And with every thrust, Nayae had straddled Seohyun's face, grinding her spread-open cunt against it. Seohyun, who had long since forgotten what despair or pain even felt like, had blacked out and fallen asleep.
"You're awake?"
Nayae, pressed tightly against her side in a tight embrace, greeted her with a sweet voice. Naturally, she was naked. So was Seohyun's own body. Waking up to a crisp morning in the same bed as Nayae, stripped bare—it was a scene she'd once dreamed of. Yet now, it only filled Seohyun with gloom.
She stared at Nayae's beaming face but couldn't find a single word to say.
Nayae sat up, slipped her hand under Seohyun's armpit, and grunted as she hauled her upright. With both hands bound and twisted behind her back, Seohyun couldn't move on her own. With Nayae's help, she managed to prop herself up and sit on the edge of the bed.
"Could you maybe untie these?"
"Of course. What kind of question is that?"
Nayae brushed off the request with a laugh, flicking Seohyun's nipple with her fingertip as she spoke.
"What happens to me now?"
"I don't know exactly. Whatever Teacher wants."
"And you want this?"
"My opinion doesn't matter. What Teacher demands is what counts."
Teacher this, Teacher that. Nayae sounded like a slave whose own thoughts had been completely stripped away. And in truth, she was one. Seohyun couldn't shake the image of Nayae from last night—screaming in ecstasy as Yuchan's cock pounded into her. It wasn't as if Nayae had ever truly been her lover, or even cared for her at all. Still, a sharp pain stabbed through Seohyun's chest.
"Teacher went to work today. And you heard it yesterday, right?"
"Heard what?"
"Your daily training rights have been handed over to me today."
Daily training rights—what nonsense straight out of some cheap porn flick. In the old days, Seohyun would have laughed it off. But now, she couldn't muster a smile. Those surreal words hit her with crushing reality.
"Let's go wash up first. You need a shower. Your face reeks of cum."
Nayae approached and licked a still-wet glob of semen from Seohyun's cheek. Even in this moment, the brush of Nayae's long, soft tongue sent shivers racing across Seohyun's skin.
Led by the hand into the living room, Seohyun confirmed that Yuchan was indeed gone, just as Nayae had said. She looked Nayae straight in the eye.
"Nayae, let's run away. Right now, we could both still escape. I'll turn myself in to the police. I'll tell them everything that happened yesterday—everything except you. I won't let Teacher Yuchan come near you ever again."
Even after all she'd endured, Seohyun still trusted Nayae. She was certain Nayae was being blackmailed by Yuchan. Sure, his videos would end up online, and she'd be branded a sex criminal. But she could save Nayae. That noble resolve hardened in her heart.
"Poor Seohyun..."
Nayae gazed at her with pitying eyes, as if Seohyun were ready to shoulder every burden alone. Just as Seohyun opened her mouth to persuade her further, a vicious shock slammed into her back.
-ZZZAP!
"Kyaaah!!!"
She didn't need to see it anymore—she knew exactly what had happened. Nayae had pulled out a stun gun and zapped her in the back.
Seohyun pitched forward involuntarily, tumbling across the floor. Unable to brace with her hands, she slammed into it chest-first, drooling clear saliva as she gasped and choked.
"Gak...! Gak...!"
Nayae grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to face the stun gun again. Terror seized Seohyun, her breaths coming in ragged bursts.
"You still don't get how this works? Run away? Why the hell would I do that? I'm thrilled to torment a prettier bitch like you however I want."
"Nayae... this is... a crime..."
Then came the cold, hard feel of plastic and its prongs pressing against her pussy. Nayae had jammed the stun gun right against her sensitive slit.
Seohyun's body jerked. Flashes of Nayae's warnings from yesterday raced through her mind. This was it—Nayae was about to zap her genitals.
"No... no..."
"Until Teacher gets back, you obey my every command. Got it? Talk any more bullshit about running away..."
-ZZZAP!
"Kyaa..."
The spark cracked loudly, and Seohyun flinched hard, squeezing her eyes shut. No pain followed. When she opened them, Nayae loomed over her, smirking mockingly.
"What a coward. You tremble like this just from the sound. Anyway, you get it now?"
"Y-yeah... I get it... just put that away..."
Seohyun nodded frantically. Nayae hauled her up and dragged her into the bathroom.
2.
"Wait here a sec."
Nayae forced Seohyun to kneel in the bathroom, then dashed off somewhere, returning with a camcorder. She fiddled with it, tilting her head as she set it up for the perfect angle—clearly a first-time user.
"N-Nayae, what are you doing?"
"Teacher told me to record your training session. If you act up, this goes up on porn sites too."
"But you'd show up in it..."
"Don't care."
That tiny flicker of hope—barely there to begin with—snuffed out. Nayae was actively shoving her into the pit of ruin, without a shred of sympathy or hesitation.
With the camera secured, Nayae shut the bathroom door and planted herself in front of Seohyun. Teacher had given her full discretion on how to "train" her. And Nayae intended to recreate every humiliation from her own darkest days, inflicting it all on Seohyun.
"I waited forever for you to wake up. My bladder's been killing me since morning."
Seohyun could only stare up at her uneasily, uncomprehending. Nayae's nude body was still stunningly beautiful, marred here and there by Yuchan's kiss marks.
At Seohyun's eye level hovered Nayae's pussy lips—the ones she'd been forced to suck clean of cum for so long last night.
"You're lower in the pecking order than me, so when I piss, you catch it on your face. Got it?"
"W-wait, what?"
"Oh, and open your mouth. I won't forgive you if you close it."
She didn't know exactly what "no forgiveness" meant, but she could guess. Probably another jolt from that stun gun. As Seohyun stared in disbelief, Nayae spread her labia wide with both hands. Her obscenely swollen clit stood erect, and her urethra twitched visibly below it. Bizarrely, sticky arousal fluid dripped from the gaping folds—clearly not normal lubrication, but the slick of genuine excitement.
"Haa..."
"Eup... fu fu... kehk..."
With a relaxed sigh, Nayae waddled her legs apart. Urine gushed out between her thighs.
Seohyun recoiled in horror as the warm stream splashed across her face. She'd never imagined someone would actually piss on another person's face. But Nayae's threats kept her mouth open. She could only endure the humiliating ordeal with a twisted expression, waiting for it to end.
As the stream weakened, Nayae licked her lips, admiring Seohyun's once-pretty face now thoroughly soiled. She grabbed the camera and filmed the awkward, open-mouthed pose in close-up.
"Filthy. It suits you perfectly."
"Ugh... urk..."
Seohyun retched, spitting out the liquid pooled in her mouth while fighting down the nausea churning in her gut.
3.
Seohyun was a lesbian, but not some hopeless masochist like Nayae. Getting pissed on her face wasn't going to turn her on. Nayae hosed her down like livestock until she was clean, then approached with a razor.
Could she even call this woman a friend anymore? Seohyun shoved the nagging doubt aside.
Guided by Nayae, she climbed onto the sink counter and spread her legs wide. Her most private parts were fully exposed in vivid detail. Mortifying.
"W-what are you gonna do?"
"Seohyun, you've never fucked a guy, right?"
Seohyun nodded slowly. Nayae snickered.
"Figured. No way a pussy this fresh-smelling would have. Oh wow, it's totally pink. Like lips."
As if touching it disgusted her, Nayae prodded the spread slit with the handle of the razor. Seohyun's delicate folds twisted and bunched against the hard plastic. Utterly degrading.
"A baby pussy that hasn't tasted dick shouldn't have hair. I'll clean it up nice."
Seohyun turned her head away, too numb to respond. Nayae squirted a thick dollop of shaving cream into her palm and slapped it onto Seohyun's mound like she was spanking it.
"Your clit's all hooded and tiny, and your inner lips are tucked right in? First time I've inspected someone else's up close. Kinda fascinating."
"..."
Nayae soured at Seohyun's clamped-shut mouth and silence. What, did no reaction mean everything was fine?
"Why so quiet? Don't like playing with me? You used to beg to fuck me. I'm fingering your pussy and pissing on your face—why just sit there?"
"I hate it... scary... all of it... just let me go..."
As Seohyun whimpered, Nayae splayed three fingers and shoved them straight into her pussy. The cream made them glide in with barely any resistance, plunging deep inside.
"Tried copying Teacher, but it's not working. He said mix humiliation with pleasure. You took the piss well, so I should've made this feel good. My bad."
-SQUELCH SQUELCH!
Staring at Seohyun's averted, stubbornly silent face, Nayae pistoned her fingers roughly. No mercy, just brutal force to wring out pleasure. Warm arousal began coating her hand despite everything.
Each thrust and withdrawal made the creamy, foaming walls clench and cling.
"Ngh... khh..."
Seohyun's nasal breaths grew heavier through her sealed lips. No matter how she denied it, Nayae's technique was viciously skilled—nailing every spot that made a woman melt.
"No need to hold back. Moan sweetly. Come on~"
Now using her full arm, Nayae hammered away. Thick globs of slick oozed out, rinsing away the cream.
"No... hate it... haht... ❤ I don't wanna cum like this..."
Seohyun shook her head wildly in refusal, but Nayae found it adorable. Leaning in, she slowly licked the stiff nipple that had perked up.
Nayae's fingers ravaged her pussy while her tongue teased the nipple. Soft cheeks and breasts brushed Seohyun's skin, hot breaths ghosting across her chest. All other thoughts drowned in the rising tide of pleasure; her body registered nothing else.
But this wasn't the sex Seohyun craved. There was no respect, no tenderness—just violation. Tears welled up, spilling from the shame and sorrow condensed in her soul.
"Hah...! Hnngh... ❤"
"Cute voice."
Seohyun's M-spread legs straightened, kicking the air. Her pussy walls clamped down like a vice, nearly crushing Nayae's fingers. As they slipped free, strings of love honey dripped from them.
Seohyun stared blankly at the sight, trembling anew in abject misery.