Clitoris Massage (2)
The man picked up another vibrator from the metal stand. This was no rubber-headed device like before, but one fitted with a metal tip.
“Hup!” The instant Ah-young saw it, a terror-filled moan tore from her throat. The room had no windows, only a single ventilation fan in the corner; every sound ricocheted off the walls like an echo in a tomb.
“This time, I’d like to prepare the massage while having a proper conversation with you, Miss Lee Ah-young.”
A conversation…? Suddenly…? The same man who had delivered nothing but abuse and degradation until now had uttered the word “conversation.”
“Pardon…? A… a conversation, sir?”
Still seated, the man looked up at Ah-young’s face. “Because until now, I have never once had a genuine conversation with you, Miss Lee Ah-young.”
He wore a gentle smile. His tone was kind. Yet Ah-young had already endured that exact “kind” tone and polite speech countless times. He was not a man who held any regard for her. Every word was an act. To Ah-young, that smile meant only pain. Even so, in her current state she could not refuse.
To speak of conversation while she lay stripped naked, legs spread obscenely wide, with her pussy displayed before his eyes—it was absurd. No woman alive would welcome such a dialogue. What could possibly be more humiliating for a woman than this?
The man lifted the new vibrator toward her, extending it as he spoke. “This vibrator is far more powerful than the ordinary one you experienced earlier, Miss Lee Ah-young. The vibrating head is also solid metal. It was custom-made exclusively for livestock clitorises.”
He switched it on for a brief moment, then off again. Tick! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Tick!
Even in that fleeting glimpse, the sheer intensity of the vibration was unmistakable. Cold sweat trickled down Ah-young’s spine.
“Livestock… cl-clitoris…?”
“If ordinary people used this special vibrator for sexual purposes, there would be a risk of damaging the clitoris. We can’t allow a woman’s clitoris to be ruined, can we? That is why it is not sold commercially. But for livestock—for your clitoris, Miss Lee Ah-young—it is perfectly suited.”
“Ruined…? What… what do you…”
“It means that excessive climaxing can produce side effects. Of course, as livestock, you need not concern yourself with such things. With this, I will give your clitoris a truly proper massage.”
The man smiled pleasantly. In direct contrast, Ah-young’s face stiffened. Tension slammed through her entire body; her shoulders and arms drew inward with a sharp twitch.
Every sentence he spoke sounded no different from a declaration that he would destroy her. He uttered such horrific words without the slightest hesitation. He had told her to “endure,” yet now informed her she “might be damaged.” Perfect contradiction.
Only five minutes had passed since the previous clitoris massage, yet Ah-young’s clitoris was already drowning in overwhelming pleasure. Even now, with no contact at all, it throbbed violently. It felt as though a second heart beat inside her sex—each pulse of her real heart making her clitoris twitch in sympathy.
And now… that… pain… Far stronger than before… an unimaginable agony was coming.
“Haah… haah… haah…”
Ah-young’s breathing grew ragged. The phrase “the clitoris will be ruined” struck her with pure terror. It was terrifying. The thought that her precious sex could be destroyed filled her with dread. The more she considered the human livestock aphrodisiac that had been injected into her, the more frightened she became. Fear swallowed her whole.
The man’s gaze locked onto her exposed pussy.
“Hmm. Before we begin, I should tidy your hair a little. Your excessively lush pubic hair keeps interfering with the massage.”
“…Eh?”
He had spoken of conversation only moments ago, yet every word that followed was nothing but humiliation and veiled threats. ‘It might get damaged. And I will trim your pubic hair.’ Was this what he called conversation?
From the bottom of the stand the man retrieved shaving cream, a razor, and small scissors. Kang Ju-hyeok seated himself in the chair directly before Ah-young’s pussy. The seat was already soaked with the fluids she had gushed earlier, yet he paid it no mind whatsoever.
“You attend Seoul National University, Miss Lee Ah-young?”
“Eh?”
The sudden, completely unexpected question left Ah-young flustered.
“And your major?”
“…Mechanical engineering… sir.”
The man brought the scissors to the thickest part of her pubic mound. Snip. Snip. Snip. Ah-young felt every hair being severed. Fresh shame surged through her. Was this how it felt to receive a Brazilian wax from a man? No… this was far, far more degrading.
The nickname he had given her—Lush Pubic Hair—was accurate. Jet-black curls grew vigorously around her otherwise pristine pussy. As he trimmed the curly strands, the man continued speaking.
“A woman studying engineering… You must have been quite popular. Especially with a face as beautiful as yours, Miss Lee Ah-young.”
“…Yes… I… I was… quite… popular… sir.”
Within her fear-choked mind, the image of the old Lee Ah-young suddenly surfaced—the perfect, proud woman she had once been. ‘I really… was the prettiest…’
“I understand you also possess considerable wealth, Miss Lee Ah-young.”
Snip! Snip! Snip!
He paused the scissors, then blew gently across the shaved mound and entire vulva, scattering the cut hairs.
“Whoosh!”
The severed curls clung to Ah-young’s sweat- and fluid-soaked body.
“Hup! …Yes… Th-that’s correct. I… I had… a lot of… money… sir.”
Suddenly her eyes grew hot with tears. She did not want to cry. The sight of herself weeping at every moment felt too pathetic. Yet remembering her once-perfect self while she lay here, legs spread, pussy on display as her pubic hair was methodically snipped away… the tears were almost impossible to hold back.
The man now spread shaving cream across her mound and entire pussy.
“Perfect looks, perfect body, and wealth besides. An engineering student at Seoul National University. That was you, Miss Lee Ah-young.”
White cream coated her delicate folds.
“And here I am, admiring every shameful place on that ‘perfect woman’ while I shave her. The current Lee Ah-young is no longer a perfect woman. You are a serial killer. And Special Livestock.”
The cold cream between her thighs made her shiver. Eyes reddened, Ah-young lowered her head, staring at the floor. Of course, all she could see were her own breasts and the cream-smeared upper portion of her mound.
“Miss Lee Ah-young. I truly intend to clear your false charges after three years. I will return you to a happy, ordinary life—as the perfect woman Lee Ah-young once more.”
Ah-young lifted her gaze. Amid the fear and shame, a fragile thread of hope appeared.
“…Is that… really… true? All of it… you really mean it?”
With tear-reddened eyes, arms raised and armpits exposed, naked and sobbing, Lee Ah-young was heartbreakingly beautiful. Her face held every quality—sexiness, cuteness, purity—that could stir a man’s protective instincts.
“It is. The three-year promise is absolute. So endure, Miss Ah-young. No matter how difficult, remember the day you will return to a normal life.”
The man produced the razor and brought it to her pussy.
“…Yes… I understand… sir.”
Objectively, it was ludicrous. The man who had kidnapped her and reduced her to this state was Kang Ju-hyeok. The man who had tormented her in the past, who tormented her now, and who would continue to torment her in the future was also Kang Ju-hyeok. Asking her to endure while he himself inflicted the pain? It was hypocritical encouragement that made no sense.
Yet Ah-young could not voice those thoughts. The demon seated before her—the very man who had thrown her into hell—was also her only hope of returning to the world she once knew. Therefore… she had to endure. It would be too unfair to give up now. She resolved once more to obey this garbage man’s words and simply… endure.
This demon… is my only… hope…
“Shaving all of your pubic hair would be a shame, so I will only remove the parts that interfere with the massage. Once the hair is gone, you may find it somewhat refreshing. Nothing will catch on your clitoris anymore.”
The razor moved with careful strokes, shaving the fine hairs on the cream-covered front of her pussy. It first cleared the curls surrounding her outer lips, then moved to the dense thicket on her mound and below her navel.
“…Yes… I understand… Please… shave it… sir.”
“Oh? Miss Ah-young, have you suddenly grown resolute? Asking me to shave you yourself—I didn’t expect that at all.”
The razor touched her. From the top center of her mound, it drew a single straight line downward, clearing a path. The man shaved only the middle strip of her pubic hair. Then, wetting his hand, he rinsed and wiped the shaved area clean.
“Eut! Uuup!”
His wet fingers wiped across her mound, cleaning every remaining hair from her labia majora and surrounding skin. When they brushed her clitoris, a moan thick with pleasure escaped her.
“Hmm… Hair removal is complete. Do you like the result?”
“Eh? All… all… No, it’s… done already…?”
Between her spread legs, Ah-young could see her own mound. Only the exact center had been shaved in a neat vertical line. It looked as though a highway had been carved through her pubic hair. True to her nickname, the growth had been lush and wide; now only the middle was bare. Between the dense black curls, a straight stripe of her pure white skin stood out obscenely.
She had already been forced to expose her genitals to him in constant, horrific shame. Yet this particular grooming was so ridiculous it defied belief.
“I told you, did I not? It would be a waste to shave all your lush hair. Therefore I cleared only a straight path above your clitoris and around your labia. The rest remains. The scissors were used only on this central area. It looks quite comical. In all the world, I doubt anyone else has ever created a highway through their pubic hair. Unless they were livestock like you, Miss Ah-young.”
“Huuuk…”
Ah-young’s face twisted. She was already forced to remain naked; now her hair had been styled in this absurd manner. If she were to stand, the sight would be even more ridiculous—a jet-black mound with a long, pale stripe running straight up from above her clitoris. She would not even be able to visit the bathhouse in such a state.
She spoke to him suddenly. “Even so… wouldn’t it be better… to shave it all…?”
The man grinned, clearly pleased. “That reaction confirms my choice was correct. I have decided to keep your pubic hair styled this way, Miss Ah-young.”
“…Styled… it… sir?”
“The lower part of your pussy is completely bare, while hair remains only on both sides of the mound. Kheup!”
Gazing at the highway carved through her curls, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.
“Kahahahahahaha! Too, too funny! A pubic-hair highway! Kahahahaha!”
Faced with his mocking laughter, Ah-young could do nothing. She clenched her bound fists until her knuckles whitened and bit her lip hard. Rage burned inside her. But her legs remained spread wide before him, the ridiculous highway fully displayed. Anger would only make her look more pathetic. Insult, humiliation, shame, disgrace—all of it pierced her. Every action he took was designed solely to degrade and torment her. Her naked body trembled. Yet her fury was meaningless; his laughter continued for several long minutes.
“Uhahahahaha! Ah, haha, forgive me. It has been a long time since I laughed so heartily. Shall we begin again? By now the human livestock aphrodisiac injected into your clitoris should have reached peak effect.”
“…Aph… aphrodisiac… sir?”
Ah-young had no memory of the needle that had been driven into her clitoris while she was out of her mind.
“When you lost consciousness, I administered the human livestock aphrodisiac directly into your clitoris. Your sensitivity has likely increased dramatically, and it will swell even further from here.”
“Kuuuuhup!”
Ah-young tried to speak, but the man’s finger reached her clitoris first. He pinched the swollen nub. Her anger and questions about the drug were swallowed; only a moan of pleasure burst from her throat.
“Uuuuuhuhut! Uuu… hut!”
He picked up the livestock vibrator once more. It resembled the previous rubber model in shape—like a thick pen—but its head was solid golden metal. When he switched it on, the metal head vibrated violently. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Her clitoris, already swollen and hypersensitive from the aphrodisiac, combined with a vibrator designed exclusively for livestock clitorises. Truly, it might be in danger.
“If you do not wish to be ruined, Miss Ah-young, you must keep your mind clear.”
“…Uu… uuuuu… Yes… I… understand… sir.”
Even the brief touch of his finger had left her drowning in pleasure. If that horrific livestock vibrator were to press against her now hypersensitive clitoris… what would happen?
It won’t be ruined… please…
The vibrator emitted a far more grotesque sound than the previous one.
“Kuuuuuuuk!”
That? That thing? On me? My clitoris already feels like it will drive me insane from the slightest touch. That? That!!
Ah-young’s face drained of color. The majestically vibrating metal device—the livestock vibrator—drew closer.
“Now that your hair is tidy, Miss Ah-young, let us begin.”
Her clitoris, already hypersensitive and having climaxed to excess, would flood her brain with pleasure at the lightest contact. Swollen to twice its normal size and protruding fully from its hood, the poor little nub would have to endure the coming storm alone.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
The vibrator approached. The metal touched her clitoris. The instant contact was made, a low buzzing sound vibrated through her flesh.
“Ku! Huk! Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik!”
Vrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaang! Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! Clunk! Clunk!
The moment the vibrator met her clitoris, both of Ah-young’s legs shot straight into the air. Her M-shape became a V. Her entire body shuddered violently, every muscle locking rigid. Her pupils lost focus.
Climax
It took her less than a single second to reach orgasm.
“Ku… uuu… u… uuu… Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!”
Pleasure hammered from her clitoris through her body and into her brain. The first wave of ecstasy was immediately devoured by the next, which was devoured by the one after, and the one after that—an endless chain. She climaxed again and again using only her clitoris. Orgasms ripped through her every few seconds.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzraaaaaaaaaang!
“Kuaaa……. Aaaaaa……. Th-this… doesn’t… make… seeeeense……. Hup!”
The metal head remained glued to her clitoris, vibrating madly. The nub trembled as though it had fused with the device, becoming one and the same. Swollen larger than ever, it shook in every direction—up, down, left, right—leaving visible afterimages. The soft, tender clitoris was thrashed about as if scattered in all directions.
“Heuk! Heuk! Heuk! Heuk! … Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak! Cra-crazy! Heuk! Heuk! Huuuuuuuuuuuup!”
Fluid gushed from every opening in her pussy without end. It streamed down her folds, over her anus, beneath her buttocks. The chair was soaked; rivers of girl-cum poured onto the floor in a spectacular display.
“Kuiiiiiip! Huup! ………. Kkik! Kkiiik! St-stop… already… kuup!”
The man smiled brightly as he rubbed the pen-shaped vibrator against her clitoris with the precision of a craftsman. The vibration was so intense his own hand shook. Veins stood out on his forearm from the force he applied. The clitoris pressed directly against that merciless device looked utterly pitiful. That miserable little nub belonged to Ah-young.
Splaaaaaaaash!
More fluid sprayed from her pussy.
“Kup! …………………. Uheup! ………………. Uheuup!”
Her breath kept catching; she could only gasp in short, forced bursts. The vibration had long since surpassed mere pleasure. Splaaaaaaaaaaash!
Love juice erupted from inside her at rapid intervals.
“Ku… i… a… eo… eok…”
The clitoris, driven beyond human limits by the human livestock aphrodisiac, had fallen into a realm of pleasure that exceeded sanity. And that overwhelming pleasure soon transformed into unbearable sexual agony.
“Endure it, Miss Ah-young. You can do this.”
“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak! This isn’t it, this isn’t it, this isn’t iiiiiiiiiiiit! Hup! …………. Keheuk!”
Her raised legs never lowered. Lee Ah-young was trapped in an infinite loop of climax. It was no longer pleasure but extreme torment. Orgasms did not end; they only grew stronger, twisting her body and pickling her brain in ecstasy. This was already the pinnacle of pain.
Her clitoris fluttered without pause. It looked like a flesh-colored fish flopping wildly, played back at sixty-four times speed. The vibration was brutally powerful. It did not merely tremble—it convulsed, leaving afterimages, as though the little organ were a living creature in its death throes. It no longer seemed part of a human body.
“He… u… up!……………. I’m… dy… dying……………. Kuup! Hek!”
Splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash!
Ah-young tensed her lower body. Her anus spread wide as an enormous quantity of fluid gushed from her pussy. Fwoooooosh! Splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash!
The volume far exceeded what the rubber vibrator had drawn from her earlier. Perhaps because the man had replenished her fluids… or perhaps because the clitoral orgasms had grown even more intense.
Brrrrraaaaaaaaaaaang! Bwaaaaaaaaaang!
The mad buzzing continued. The man attacked her clitoris from every angle, “painting” it thoroughly.
“Kuheup! …………………. Eok!……………. St… op……………. Kuup!”
Up, right, left, center—the vibrator’s head rubbed every direction without ever breaking contact. With true craftsman’s spirit, he performed a flawless clitoris massage. The poor nub was thrashed in all directions.
After several minutes, the man finally lifted the vibrator away. The clitoris, which had clung so tightly to the device, now drooped limply, as if exhausted.
“Kup! Kup!”
Ah-young could not breathe properly. Her face was flushed crimson.
“Hek! Hek!”
She barely managed to exhale. Her heartbeat was impossibly fast. Her entire body felt more drained than at any other time in her life. Dying would be better than this… pleasure… no… this pain.
The man studied her. That once-beautiful face was now filthy with tears, snot, and drool. Saliva dripped freely; mucus ran down to her mouth, coating her lips. Her eyes stared blankly into space, completely unfocused. “Completely broken” would be the most accurate description.
“He… up… He… up…”
She could only spit out shallow breaths. Her sweat-drenched body hung limp. Her arms remained raised and her legs spread, yet she looked utterly lifeless.
“Is your mind not clear, Miss Ah-young? No matter how desperately you wish to lose consciousness from the suffering, your thoughts remain painfully sharp, don’t they?”
Ah-young could not answer. Her mouth refused to move. She truly wanted to die. If he told her she must endure this pain again, she would beg for death. Yet her mind… remained… clear. Why…? How could her mind still be so lucid?
“For your information, the punishment is not over yet. And you cannot lose consciousness, Miss Ah-young.”
Kang Ju-hyeok smiled brightly.
“U… huuuup… Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang! Nooooooooooooooooo!”
Ah-young’s sorrow-filled wail began to echo through the room.