Her Punishment: The Injection
I threw every ounce of strength I had into it, but my body still thrashed and leapt like a live fish just hauled from the water. A savage pain tore through my skull. I had never been struck like this before, and the sheer unfamiliarity of it only made the agony more alien.
"Hh, hhh... a-ah, it hurts... it huuurts! It hurts it hurts!"
With every blow, it felt as though my flesh were splitting into ribbons. Afterward, it was as if a branding iron heated white-hot were being pressed into my ass, searing so fiercely I thought my brain would melt. At this rate, my mind wouldn't just go blank — I was going to become a drooling idiot.
The pain was so monstrous it barely felt real. My whole body convulsed. I poured everything I had into breaking free of the restraints, but they didn't so much as twitch, and despair settled over me like a shroud.
"S-spare me... I... I... I'm... gonna... d-die..."
My tongue had gone slack. I couldn't even form the words properly.
"Unni, that was only one stroke, you know?"
"O-one...? Th-that's... that's impooosible..."
It had felt like I'd been beaten to the brink of death. Realizing it had only been a single blow made my mind go truly, utterly white.
"How many strokes would you like, Unni?"
"D-don't hiit me... hhk. I... don't hiit me...!"
The thought of how many more I still had to take nearly unhinged me. It already hurt this much. My flesh felt completely torn open, and those torn-open wounds felt like they were being seared with fire — and I was supposed to take more?
"...Our Unni really does exaggerate so terribly. If it's too hard for you to decide, shall I decide for you?"
"Hhh... a-ah... nooooo! I-I don't waaant it! D-don't you decideee! U-untie this and then we can taaalk...!"
I strained with everything I had left to escape this situation, but my hands and feet stayed bound in the restraints, not moving an inch. The only thing that moved was my plump ass, twitching and squirming right in front of her eyes, putting on a show for her amusement.
"Unni. How am I supposed to understand you when you're talking with your pussy instead of your mouth? You're saying you want ten strokes? It's a bit of a paltry number, but... I'll let you off with that."
"N-no, you can't... p-please, spare me. Hh, hhhuuuaaagh... i-if you h-hit me like that... I'll die. I will. Hhuuuaagh..."
A single stroke had already filled my head with every kind of thought. Ten of them, without exaggeration, would kill me. I couldn't endure it. I absolutely could not endure it.
"And on top of that, Unni's punishment is tripled today. Three times that makes thirty strokes."
"Whaaat...?"
At the words thirty strokes, the last scraps of reason I'd been clinging to crumbled like a sandcastle. The way the mind simply shuts down when confronted with something too unreal to process — that was exactly what happened to me. The number was so far beyond anything that made sense that, put simply, I broke.
It was as if the power had gone out. I couldn't see a thing. I felt as though I wouldn't be able to see anything even if the blindfold came off.
A buzzing filled my ears — the drone of insects, crowding out every other sound. The dull ache in my waist from being locked in place for so long, the pain climbing up through my fragile wrists and ankles, the searing heat as if my ass were splitting open — all of it vanished in an instant. Time itself seemed to have stopped.
I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. Behind all of this stood a woman named Kim Heejin, and the fact that I now had to take a beating from her was a stress too enormous to bear. Driven to the edge, I had more than enough stimulus to send me into a full panic.
"I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm definitely going to die."
"...What. Have you already broken, Unni?"
"I'm going to die. I'm definitely going to die."
"...Did I push her too hard...? It looks like she's completely lost her mind... Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. I can love her like this too. So even if it hurts my heart, I'll have to take up the cane... It's the rod of love, after all... Mm..."
CRAAACK!
"Hhhk!"
Just because I couldn't see and couldn't hear didn't mean the nerves that felt pain had gone quiet. If anything, with my sight and hearing cut off, every scrap of my attention funneled straight into the sensation of pain — and on top of that, her merciless caning began in earnest.
"You clearly don't have the presence of mind to count, so I'll count for you. Three!"
CRACK!
"Ghhhk!"
My ass shuddered violently. Whether it was a cramp or a spasm, the rippling wouldn't stop. The rest of me was no better. I had clenched so hard that my arms and legs had already seized up with cramps, and in my lower back it felt as though thousands of sharp needles were driving into a single point.
"Making those pitiful noises already? We've only just started. Four!"
"Gh... ghhrrrk..."
She didn't even land the strokes in a rapid flurry. So that I could feel every bit of the pain, she waited after each one until the trembling in my ass had stilled before she continued. By the fourth stroke I was foaming at the mouth. Wetting myself with every blow went without saying, and my mouth had filled with frothy spit until I could barely breathe. My mind grew foggier and foggier.
Why am I being hit right now...? Why do I have to take this...? People who do something wrong get beaten, so... did I commit a crime...?
"Unni. Stay with me. If you pass out, I'll start over from the beginning. Five!"
".................."
The fifth wave of pain was the last thing I felt before my mind flicked off, like a light going out. It was the sensation of a computer's power cord being yanked out by force. Not a pleasant feeling.
My consciousness came back soon enough, though. She had plugged the cord back into my body.
"Are you with me, Unni?"
"...Nh... nnhh..."
Is it over now? Passing out hadn't been pleasant, but the hope that everything was finished made it feel not so bad.
And yet the fact that I still couldn't see, and that I still couldn't move my body even a fraction, told me the punishment wasn't over.
"Unni, you were out for two whole hours. Even after I clearly warned you that if you fainted, I'd start from the beginning. If I hadn't given you an injection, you would have been unconscious all day, you know? We can't have that. You have to take your punishment all the way through."
Punishment or not, there was a word in there I couldn't possibly let slide.
"In... injection...?"
"Yes, Unni. Shall I show you?"
"Nnhhk..."
She ripped the blindfold off in a single motion. Blinding light crashed in without warning, and tears spilled down my face in sheets. It felt as if someone were jabbing their fingers into my eyes. I couldn't open them at all.
"Wow... Unni, you really cried a lot. The blindfold is just soaked through. Haa... even Unni's tears smell like pussy. God, that's so good... such a filthy smell... I'll have to add this to my treasure collection."
Given her personality, I'd expected her to hound me to open my eyes already. Fortunately — if you could call it that — she seemed completely absorbed in the blindfold, heavy with my traces.
That bought me enough time to get my eyes open, and I was able to make out the small syringe in her hand.
"There we go. Eyes open, Unni? Shall I explain a little about this drug, then?"
"...Yeah..."
I didn't particularly want to hear it. I had never so much as smoked a cigarette in my life — never committed even the smallest act of rebellion — so the syringe in her hand filled me with a deep, visceral revulsion. Whatever that drug was, it would do me harm. There was no world in which it would do me good.
Seeing me frozen in fear, she stroked my hair as if to tell me not to be scared, then dipped her head and dragged her tongue through my tears in a long, lingering lick.
"Haa... so sweet... I wonder if Unni's tears are actually sweet, or if they just taste sweet because they're Unni's... Either way, they're far too sweet..."
Her face began to fill with rapture. How good could they possibly taste? My tears were just salty. What was there to savor? Flushed and feverish, she lifted a hand and started prying my right eye open.
Her face drew in close, filling the space before my forced-open eye. At this sudden, lurching shift in her behavior I thrashed, trying to get away from her — but of course I couldn't move even a fraction of an inch.
"I-I'm scared. H-Heejin... please..."
She kept stroking my hair with one hand as she parted her lips and let her tongue slide out.
Lick.
Then, with her other hand holding my eye wide, she pressed her tongue against my eyeball and began to taste it, pushing down firm and slow.
"Ah... ah... ah... aaaah..."
Of course I was terrified. She might have been enjoying herself, but the fact that an organ so vital people say nothing matters more than sight was being licked by her was more than enough to drive me into the most extreme kind of fear. Wetting myself was a given. My whole body shook. Once again I couldn't breathe. My stomach turned over and the world spun. The first tremor of a panic attack.
Was she going to take my eyesight from me too, now? Everything in front of me was red — in reality it was just her tongue filling my vision, but it looked as though my eye had been smeared with blood.
What on earth had happened while I was unconscious, for her to be doing something this monstrous?
"...Sometimes I find myself thinking. Aren't two eyeballs a bit of a luxury for Unni...? Isn't that more than she deserves...?"
I had always known she was a crazy bitch. But at those words — at the sound of someone who had well and truly lost her mind — I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I threw up all over her clothes.