Slave Training (4)
"Hngh…! Hah♡"
"Hmm. Why won't this damn thing go down? If it's like this from the start, we're going to have a problem."
"Heeut…♡ M-Master…. Hiiiing♡"
"Looks like our Jihye is going to have to try a little harder."
Master kept both eyes glued to his phone screen as he yanked on my collar. My body lurched forward, pressure slamming into the arms bound behind my back, and the ridges jutting from the triangular wooden horse began to push deeper and deeper into my pussy. The moment those bumpy nubs scraped against my clit, a filthy moan tore out of my throat.
"Hyaaah♡ N-noooo…! Even my clit is getting tortured…♡"
"Mm. I like that sound. Shall we turn the volume up a little?"
"M-Master…. I can't take any more…. Hiyaaaaang♡"
This time he tugged on the nipple clips clamped tight around my nipples, and a sensation so intense I couldn't even name it crashed through me.
It hurt — there was no question about that. The nipple clips stretched and pinched until my nipples burned as if they were on fire. My own weight drove me down onto the wooden horse, the ridges forcing my pussy open in a dual agony of flesh being spread and a foreign object pushing inside. My arms, bound tight and hauled behind my back, were yanked upward again and again until all I could do was howl from the pain.
"Master…. Hik♡ Hyaang♡"
"What is it, Jihye? Want me to pull harder?"
"Th-that's not…. Kyaah♡ Hiiiit♡"
"Then I'll just have to give you what you want."
All of it combined, and the sounds coming out of my mouth were, paradoxically, the most vulgar, lewd moans imaginable. This punishment was every bit as absurdly painful and horrific as Master had warned it would be. So why was my body heating up even as it suffered?
"Hyaaaang♡ Hik…. Hnnnngh♡"
"Riding's fun, isn't it, Jihye?"
"I-I don't knooow…! Hit♡ Hiiiit♡"
"Don't know? You're enjoying the hell out of this."
Master's hands rocked my body back and forth until I really did look like I was riding a horse, and slowly, every kind of pleasure began to flood through me. As I slid forward and back along the triangular wooden horse, the ridges stimulated every inch of my pussy. Forced open by my own weight, my folds were invaded by those nubs, which gently scraped my insides and jabbed at my clit again and again.
It was a kind of stimulation I had never felt before, and my body didn't know what to do with it. The sensation was clearly painful — and yet, strangely, I didn't hate it. The moment my body finally accepted it as pleasure, a rush so intense it stained every other pain with ecstasy crashed over me from head to toe.
"Hiii♡ Hngh♡ Y-you're right…. I-I'm enjoying the ride…♡"
"That's my girl. Then I'll keep you in the saddle until I clear this dungeon."
"Th-thank yo— Hik♡ Ihiiiik♡"
Master started yanking the collar hard and then letting it go, over and over. Every time I was dragged forward, a painful pleasure surged through me. Convinced it couldn't endure, my body scrambled to return to its original position the instant the pull on the collar vanished.
At first I tried to resist his hands, desperate to keep my posture upright. But I had no strength against the overwhelming physical power in his arms. I was dragged forward whether I wanted it or not.
How many times did we repeat that?
"Hiik♡ Ihiiit♡ Hyaaaugh…!"
By then I had reached a stage where it no longer mattered whether my body lurched forward or not — an indescribably intense sensation simply kept crashing over me. When he pulled, I was dragged forward. When the force vanished, I slumped back. That was all I could do. The sensations flooding me had become impossible to tell apart, but my body still thrashed on instinct, chasing even a sliver of relief.
When will I be freed from this hell of sensation?
I was moving my body in a daze, desperate to feel comfortable again, when—
"Oh. Cleared it."
"Hngh…. Heh♡ C-cleared…?"
"Wow, that actually took forever. Don't get too excited, though — I've still got two more to go…."
"Ihit♡ Hiik♡ Haaaaiiit♡"
Maybe it was the sudden hope that I might finally escape this agony. Before the rest of Master's words even reached my ears, every ounce of tension packed into my body vanished in an instant. The pussy that had been instinctively clenching to keep those ridges from sinking any deeper went slack — and a violent sensation slammed through my entire body.
"Hiiiiiing♡"
"Jihye…?"
"Hngh…♡"
After the climax tore through me, every last bit of tension drained away, and piss began to trickle from my pussy. Split in two by the wooden horse, the stream ran down either side and pooled on the floor. I couldn't see it myself, of course — but the strange sense of release as my bladder emptied, and the soft drip of liquid hitting the floor, told me everything I needed to know.
I just hadn't grasped yet how enormous a transgression it was. I was still too dazed, filled with the peculiar pleasure of having emptied something from inside me, when Master's terrifying voice cut through the air.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Hii…?!"
My mind snapped back into focus. I was being punished for failing to obey Master's orders. And yet, far from reflecting properly during my punishment, I had gone and climaxed — and pissed myself on top of it. Even for a slave who wasn't human, it was a vulgar, shameful act that should never have been committed. The realization that I had done it right in front of Master sent a chill through my entire body.
"M-Master…! That's…."
"Get down."
"What…?"
"Get down. Right now."
Master's ice-cold voice froze me in place. I didn't need to think it through. Instinct told me everything. If Master was calling off the punishment before it was even finished — and if that was because of my disgraceful display — there was only one answer. He was so angry he couldn't even continue the training.
"M-Master…."
"Are you going to get down or not? What, you like riding so much you pissed yourself and now you don't want to get off?"
"Th-that's…. That's not it…."
"Or are you saying you don't want to listen to Master's orders anymore? Planning to talk back?"
"That's not it…. I-I can't get down like this…."
"What?"
Both of my hands were bound tightly behind my back. The collar around my neck was connected so tautly that even leaning forward a little put crushing pressure on my arms, and moving my hands in this state was next to impossible. With my feet not even touching the floor, the only way I could get off the wooden horse by myself was to fall sideways — and the height alone was terrifying.
"M-my whole body went limp, I can't even stand…. And falling sideways is too scary…."
"…."
"I want to get off too…. Hic…. I don't think I can…. Please help me."
Whether it was fear of Master's rage or the shame of having wet myself during punishment, I couldn't tell — but tears started spilling from my eyes. The moment my voice began to crack with sobs, Master let out a long, heavy sigh and shook his head.
"You really are…. Haa…."
He climbed up onto the platform, scooped my body up, and lifted me clear. The ridges that had been buried deep in my pussy slid free, and the fluid still trapped inside came pouring out. Master's face twisted as he caught sight of the liquid — piss and love juices mixed together, giving off a peculiar smell. His mouth opened as if he were about to say something, but in the end he said nothing at all as he set me down off the wooden horse.
"Master…."
"Jihye. I'm going to take off every restraint on your body. Go wash up."
"What…?"
"Go wash up. Did you not hear me?"
I could only stare at him in a daze, unable to say a word in the face of that firm voice. I had been certain a slap would come flying at my cheek, or some equivalent violence. Instead, Master was undoing my restraints and even giving me a chance to clean myself.
Why…?
I had committed a massive transgression — climaxing on my own during punishment, then pissing myself. And the result that followed wasn't brutal violence, but what looked, at a glance, like warm consideration. It felt completely alien.
Don't tell me… is he throwing me away? He's not going to call me a perverted bitch who can't even play at being a slave and say I'm not worth training… is he? I don't want that…. I really don't want that….
"Master…. I was wrong…. P-please give me another chance…."
"Another chance?"
"Yes…. I'll do better next time…. I'll obey Master's orders and take my punishment properly…."
"…."
"Just once. Please, just give me one more chance…. I'm begging you…."
Even through my desperate pleas, Master said nothing. He simply stared at me. Has his heart already left me? I was frantically trying to figure out how to win him back when Master's lips slowly parted.
"All right. I'll give you one more chance."
"R-really? Thank you, Master!"
"But this isn't a chance I'm giving you as a slave."
"What…?"
If it wasn't a chance as a slave, then what kind of chance was it? I could only stare blankly at Master's face, unable to understand. He looked at me with a cold expression and answered.
"Think about it. I put you on the triangular wooden horse to punish a slave who had already disobeyed an order. And what was the result?"
"…I climaxed on my own and even pissed myself."
"I punished you so you'd understand what you did wrong. If you enjoy it so much you cum, then what the hell is the point?"
"Th-that's…."
I tried to make some excuse, but Master didn't even wait to hear it. He looked at me with contempt in his eyes and delivered a single line.