Toothbrush Hell and the Bitter Handover
The torment that drove Yujin mad with overstimulation had dragged on for nearly a week. Before she knew it, her body had begun to crave that slow, insidious pleasure without her even realizing. Just moments ago, her pussy had been toyed with relentlessly until her legs gave out, leaving her lying on the floor with her eyes rolled back in her head. Then Yamato's voice slithered into her ear.
"Yujin, brace yourself on the floor and bend over backward."
His tone was ice-cold. Yujin hurriedly turned her back to him, arching her waist low.
"Spread your pussy yourself."
She used the hands that had been gripping the floor to part her folds, pressing her face fully against the cold surface. Yamato appeared behind her, toothbrush in hand.
"Spread it wider. I'll clean it nice and spotless for you."
"Y-yes..."
Her voice trembled with dread. This was the moment Yujin hated most during the week. Yamato would spend the entire day playing with her pussy, then start the "cleaning" every evening without fail. As his hand touched her mound, she shuddered like prey before a carnivore.
Swish... swish. The toothbrush bristles scraped around her outer lips. The stiff sensation made her whole body twist in agony. She'd endured this torture countless times over the week, but she could never get used to that prickling feel.
Swish swish. The brush moved faster, teasing her inner walls. Her legs quivered violently, and her posture collapsed in an instant. Even as she scrambled to correct it, Yamato leaned in close, his face twisted in fury.
"Your form broke. Time for punishment."
He jammed the toothbrush deep into her pussy.
"Aaghh! Guhuk!"
The bulbous end battered her cervix, bowing her back like a drawn arrow.
"S-stop... no more...!"
Ignoring her pleas, Yamato kept prodding her cervix relentlessly.
"You're a toy—act like one. A slave—obey like one. No resistance."
Each thrust turned her face paler, draining the color from her cheeks. After an eternity, he finally yanked the brush free. It came away smeared with her juices and faint traces of blood—likely a scrape on her cervix. He shoved it into her mouth, then rammed his cock into her pussy.
"You fucking bitch, you're mine. My breeding slave now! Got it?!"
His furious pistoning filled the room. Moments later, Yujin—still bent over, face mashed to the floor—glanced back at him slowly. Gurgle... Her stomach growled honestly. A full day without food, just torment—the pitiful rumble of a starved woman.
"Sounds like you're hungry."
At the mention, Yujin flinched.
"...No, not that... please, anything but..."
She trembled violently. Yamato eyed her with a knowing, sinister gleam.
"Aren't you starving? Bet you want some real food."
"You're... you're going to make me eat that, aren't you... I can't, I really can't..."
She recoiled in horror at the implication. But Yamato ignored her begging, grabbing a bag from the nearby table. Pour... Unidentifiable brown kibble rained into what looked like a dog bowl, piling up until it brimmed. But he wasn't done. He laid his cock atop the feed and began jerking off over it. Soon, his semen splattered across the top. Premium dog food, at least—but glazed with thick cum. A grotesque delicacy no one would touch willingly. Yujin's face contorted. It was her second straight day eating this perversion. Yamato was a true deviant.
"Eat up. Refuse, and no dinner tomorrow either. Unless you want me to add piss—then just say the word."
The thought of urine mixing into the already revolting slop horrified her. She brought her mouth to the bowl. Beyond the mushy dog food stench, the fishy reek of semen assaulted her nose. A week ago, she'd have rebelled outright. But pride had long yielded to hunger. Crunch crunch. Like a bitch in heat, she hunched over the dog bowl and shoveled it in. Yamato stroked her head as if she were adorable.
But after a few bites, Yujin gagged and vomited it back up.
"Urp— I can't, I absolutely can't eat this..."
"Eat it, Yujin! Now!"
"No, I hate it...!"
Yamato's kick slammed into her side.
"Kuhk... kuhk...!"
Clutching her abdomen in agony, she doubled over. He grabbed her hair, dragging her face toward the semen-soaked kibble.
"Eat. Or no meals from now on."
"Just... kill me instead..."
Yujin lifted her vomit-smeared face from the bowl, pouting in desperate revulsion. Yamato moved behind her. He wanted to humiliate her, degrade her beyond repair—make her writhe in shame, twist her features in utter contempt for herself. His perverse sadism erupted. He thrust his cock back into her pussy—while smashing her head into the dog bowl.
"Eat while I fuck you. Eat!"
He pinched her clit hard.
"Don't, and I'll rip it off!"
She held out at first, but as he twisted it with real intent to tear, the pain broke her. She opened her mouth.
"Eat, eat now!!"
As she leaned in, she saw her own vomit mixed into the mess—and turned away again. Yamato pinched harder.
"Ahhuk!"
A scream of torment escaped her.
"Open wide and chew."
Unable to endure, she parted her lips and gnashed the lump of kibble, puke, and cum.
"I'll keep playing with your clit till it's gone."
Gagging dryly, she devoured it all until the bowl scraped bottom. Each swallow of the rancid semen clumps twisted her face in misery—fueling Yamato's sadistic thrill. Goosebumps raced up his spine. Squelch... squelch... splurt! As she neared the end, sensing his climax, he pulled out of her pussy and jammed into her mouth. Cum blasted down her throat, coating the passage still raw from the feed. The overwhelming fishy taste made her hurl up everything. The dog bowl refilled with her puke. Head lolling beside it, Yujin blacked out.
That was her last memory.
Squelch... schlurp... splat.
"Hah... hah..."
Yamato gripped Yujin's waist tight, panting as he bucked wildly. From afar, they looked like dogs mating. Though for Yamato, it was pure lust-beast frenzy—and Yujin the unwilling mount. She bit her lip bloody. His hand roamed her mound, where coarse pubes had grown back wild. He pulled out, and she collapsed face-down. Her eyes were puffy from endless tears. He'd just dumped another load inside her, but dissatisfaction soured his face. Simple reason: he had to hand her over to Tojima soon. Their promised two weeks were up.
Regretfully, he slapped her ass. A red handprint bloomed on her porcelain skin.
"Two weeks without this prime meat. What a shame."
His greedy eyes devoured her. Then he gaped wide and engulfed one plump breast, biting until his teeth marks scarred the flesh.
"Ahh... ahak..."
Her tits were riddled with his bites—especially dense around the areolas. Then, his secretary entered the basement: petite curves, brown hair, sharp black suit—Yamoto's assistant.
"President, President Tojima has arrived."
"Fuck that 'president' shit. Already here to claim her?"
Yamato groped Yujin all over one last time, reluctant to let go.
"Yes... and moreover..."
Tojima strode in with his own secretary—a hulking brute who looked like he had two extra heads' worth of muscle.
"Hey, toad. A deal's a deal—time's up."
Tojima approached the sprawled Yujin, eyes raking her body hungrily.
"Whew, you've wrecked her good. Got that thing I asked for?"
Yamato tossed him a small pouch. Tojima snatched it, peering inside: clippings of Yujin's pubes, saved from her shaving. He smirked in satisfaction.
"Good enough. Now package her up nice and hand her over."
At his word, the giant hoisted Yujin effortlessly.