IF - Abandoned Factory Milk Cow Ending (2)
"Let's start by fixing that way of speaking. Yes, Eunha. You need to greet properly in the morning, don't you?"
"...What bullshit."
"That's right. If it's easy from the start, it's no fun!"
The factory manager smiled viciously as he swung the leather whip with full force. The whip tore through the air and hurtled straight at me. Swish—smack!
"Agh!"
Sharp pain raced from my shoulder across my entire body. The spot where the rough leather had raked my bare skin burned fiercely. But I bit my lip hard and glared at the bastard. This level of pain meant nothing to me.
"You talked big about being a trainer, but this is all you've got?"
"Hah, look at this bitch. Still full of energy, I see."
The factory manager clicked his tongue in disbelief and started swinging the whip again. Smack! Smack! Smack! The relentless lashes landed on my back, thighs, and ass. My flesh didn't split and no blood flew. Instead, a strange, heated tingling surged through me.
Activated. Pain is being converted into pleasure.
‘...Who knew the day would come when this damn body would actually be useful.’
Regardless of my will, the pain was transforming into pleasure. As long as it didn’t reach the level of severing a limb, most pain was trivial. The crude whipping that only delivered pain even felt strangely pure.
The factory manager had probably wanted me to cry in agony and beg, but sweet moans kept threatening to spill from my lips.
"Hngh, ugh…♡ Is this all you’ve got? Hit me harder."
I deliberately threw out provocative words. If I lowered my attitude here, I would truly be dancing in the palm of his hand.
The factory manager paused for a moment, then threw the whip he was holding onto the floor.
"Damn it, what a vicious masochist bitch!"
He had pinpointed my condition as accurately as if he had seen my status window. The time for feeling shame about that had long passed. Now I only had the guts to say: try whatever you want.
"I’ll have to change my approach."
The factory manager slowly walked toward me. Then his hand slapped my breast.
"Hngh…♡"
"I won’t stop until your tone becomes polite. Go on, use honorifics. Beg me to spare you. Plead for me to stop."
The factory manager’s hand covered my ample breast. I was strong against pain, but terribly weak against pleasure. I could endure the whipping by tensing my stomach, but there was no way to block the ecstasy of having my milk squeezed out.
"Haaah♡ N-no… ugh!"
The intense stimulation shook my brain. It was fundamentally different from the cold pleasure the machines had given me. A human hand carried body heat, and above all, intent. That sticky mindset of wanting to make me climax until I died was precisely my weakness.
"Ah, aahh…♡ You think I’ll submit to something like this…?"
"Your voice is already melting sweetly, though! You filthy bitch!"
"Nngh♡ Not my nipples♡"
When my nipples were pinched and twisted, my body trembled violently. I struggled to hold onto my mind as it grew hazy with pleasure. If I came too hard, I would feel that floating sensation where I stopped being myself. Once that happened, it was over. My reason would evaporate and I would become a beast that clung only to pleasure.
To hide that fear, I spat out even sharper words.
"Haa, haa… keep dreaming…♡ There’s no way I’d bow my head to a bastard like you… ngh♡"
"All talk. For a milk cow, you sure run your mouth."
"Ah, aah…♡ Stop doing both at the same timeee♡"
The factory manager laughed at my mockery and shoved his fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I didn’t know how many he had put in, but I felt a heavy pressure as if my belly was completely full. As he kneaded my breasts and stirred wildly inside me, I screamed and gushed Magic Liquid.
"Haaauck! Aaaahng♡"
Spurt—! Fsssh!
My waist arched like a bow as I was forced to climax. The sensation of my magic being forcibly ejaculated through my nipples and pussy was utterly destructive. My mind burned white and drool poured from my mouth.
But I didn’t give up. Even in the afterglow of orgasm, I tried to stare straight into his eyes.
"Haa, ugh…♡"
"You came already? I’m really curious how many more times you’ll cum."
"Give it your best shot… With pathetic hand skills like that, you’ll never break me… ohh♡"
The persistent caressing continued for a long time. The factory manager tenaciously attacked my weak points, trying to crumble me. …But honestly, I was holding up better than expected. I had already experienced all sorts of outrageous adult game situations. The pleasure given by a single man wasn’t all that impressive.
"Haa, haa…♡ Is this all? How disappointing…."
"…."
"Now I see why you make aphrodisiacs. You have no confidence in your own technique, right? That’s why you rely on drugs."
I squeezed out a languid voice and threw another provocation. The effect was tremendous. The factory manager’s face flushed red then purple in an instant.
"You… you rotten bitch!"
Struck where it hurt, he flew into a rage and stomped the floor, completely forgetting he was supposed to be training me. I was almost worried he might actually hurt me. Fortunately, it didn’t come to that.
Instead, unable to contain his anger, he yanked down the zipper of his pants.
"Damn it! Training is unnecessary! Shut up and serve me!"
The factory manager’s cock appeared. I instinctively drew in a breath. It was a grotesquely huge male organ that didn’t lose out even when compared to Park Dusik’s. A foul male scent spread thickly through the air.
It was a living male’s weapon, something the machines could never replicate, and it pierced my instincts.
Activated.
My pupils fixed on that hot pillar against my will. My lips trembled and I unconsciously swallowed hard.
The factory manager didn’t miss my reaction. The moment he thought he had seized the initiative, his earlier furious huffing vanished without a trace.
"Oh? Your eyes have changed… Was this what you were missing?"
"…Nonsense."
"Why? You want it that badly? Go ahead and beg me to fuck you."
"N-no… hngh…♡"
He smiled vilely and lifted my chin. I tried to turn my head away, but my body was already being drawn to his cock like a magnet. The factory manager thrust it right in front of my face. The thick male scent filled my nostrils. It was an addictive aroma that felt like it could melt my brain.
He slapped my cheek with his cock. Even that humiliating act only made my body burn hotter.
"Hey, milk cow. Take a sniff. It’s the male scent you love so much."
"Haaauu… ngh……♡ Huaa, ssshh…♡"
I pretended to turn my head while rubbing my cheek against his cock. I pretended to breathe while sucking in as much of his scent as possible. It was instinctive. I wanted to die from the shame, but down below my juices were already pouring out like a waterfall. My pussy entrance twitched, craving his cock.
‘It wasn’t this bad before… My body’s gone weird…♡’
Maybe after all that contact with the machines, I had unconsciously started craving cock without realizing it. The factory manager had completely seen through the fact that I was a bitch obsessed with dick.
He rubbed his glans around my lips, teasing me.
"Here, I’ll specially let you lick it just this once. How about it?"
I almost stuck my tongue out in a trance, but barely held onto the thread of reason. If I tasted that salty, disgusting, yet irresistibly superior flavor for a female, I would definitely lose my mind immediately.
"…Get lost, you perverted bastard."
"Kahaha! Yeah, you have to keep acting like that to make it fun."
The factory manager suddenly shoved his cock back into his pants. I stared at him blankly with wide eyes, completely unable to predict this development.
"…Huh?"
I had naturally assumed he would force himself in, but he did something that completely missed my expectations.
"Today’s training ends here. You look like you’re dying of disappointment? I might put it in if you beg me to fuck you. What will you do?"
"…."
I bit my lip hard. I really was disappointed. My empty insides throbbed, desperately begging to be filled. It was the exact same sensation I had felt right before Park Dusik violated me. But if I begged here, I would truly become his complete slave.
I had learned how not to yield to pleasure. I squeezed out the last of my mental strength and shouted.
"Shut up… and get the hell out right now…!"
"Fine. Then rest well here."
The factory manager left the room without mercy. The iron door slammed shut with a bang, and shortly after, thick pink smoke poured from the ventilation duct on the wall. It was aphrodisiac gas. And it was made from my own magic as the base.
"Haa, ugh…♡"
Left alone in the room, I trembled in terrible heat. I tried rubbing my thighs together to block the pleasure, but it only increased my frustration. I moved my trembling fingers downward. The restraints weren’t too tight, so that much movement was possible. However, my slender fingers could never replace the factory manager’s heavy presence.
‘Hngh… The thickness difference is too much… It takes all four of my fingers just to match one of his fingers…♡’
Then what would happen if I took his cock inside? The unsolved question swirled dizzyingly in my head. The more I thrust my fingers in, the stronger my craving for that grotesque thing I had seen earlier grew.
"Ah… aah♡ Haaah!"
Fsssh!
A light squirt sprayed up. Compared to the climaxes so far, it was nothing but shallow pleasure like a child’s toy. Normally I would have masturbated until my body sank, but now was not the time. I pulled myself together and stopped my hand.
If I was given time like this, I could use magic. Until now the stimulation had been too strong and my magic had leaked out through my breasts. If I was given time to concentrate, the story would be different. A mere magic-suppressing artifact around my neck couldn’t stop me. One magic bullet would shatter it and restore my freedom.
‘I have to endure… If I climax, my magic will leak into my breasts again….’
The moment I climaxed, my breasts would swell and my magic circuits would twist. Then I would fall back into the milk cow role. I bit my lip until it felt like it would break and endured the heat.
Thus, what felt like an eternity of several hours passed. My whole body was drenched in sweat and my mind was hazy. But my magic was steadily accumulating.
Then the iron door opened again and the factory manager entered. The moment I saw him, I reflexively scanned his crotch. The front of his pants was hugely swollen.
‘…Don’t look. Get a grip, Seo Eunha.’
Cursing my body for instinctively harboring expectation, I provoked him again.
"Haa, haa… What? You’re back already? A coward with no guts to put his cock in…."
"Your mouth is still going strong. Looks like you haven’t had enough yet?"
The factory manager approached with a relaxed attitude. He took his cock out again right in front of my eyes and waved it around. But once again, he didn’t insert it. He simply shook it in front of me as if showing off, teasing me.
When he turned to leave again, I unconsciously cried out.
"W-wait…!"
"Why? Are you going to beg me to fuck you?"
No, that wasn’t it. I hadn’t called him back for that. I shook my head strongly at the humiliating question.
"…No. Absolutely not."
That’s right. I just had to endure a little longer. If I held on for a few more hours like this, my magic would fully recover. Then I could escape. Once I escaped, I could join up with the reinforcements that Agent Han Yeri would bring.
"Really? Then keep enduring. Oh, and this is a service."
"……Ugh?!"
The factory manager grabbed me and forcibly sat me on a large wooden horse. The back of the horse had a sharp ridge. That pointed part pressed firmly against my pussy entrance.
"Don’t move. If you move even a little, your precious pussy will tear. Just stay there quietly in heat."
The factory manager chuckled and left the room again. It was hellish torture. When I stayed still, the sharp stimulation pierced my pussy, and the slightest movement brought both pleasure and pain at once. The aphrodisiac gas poured out without rest, and my body was already at its limit.
‘No… I’m going to cum…♡’
Climax was right in front of me. If I came here, all my efforts would be in vain. A little early, but I forcibly squeezed out my magic and released it toward the wooden horse.
Crack!
With a small explosion, the wooden horse shattered into pieces. I collapsed powerlessly onto the floor, panting. I had barely endured the climax. Now I was in a state where I could use magic again.
…Yet for some reason, I remained inside this room filled with aphrodisiac gas.
‘That’s right, factory manager. Because I have to personally punish that bastard with my own hands…’
With pussy juices dripping endlessly from me, I began waiting for him.