Shatan
She forced her mouth open as wide as it would go.
Wide enough that the skin of her lips threatened to split—
And in that state, she took the cock-shaped dildo into her mouth and slowly swallowed it along the roof of her palate.
Soft silicone.
Even so, the dildo molded in its erect form would not bend easily.
"Ghhk… keck…!"
The tip of the long dildo brushed her throat.
Up to this point, the sensation was familiar.
But she could not stop at familiar.
To bring the number down, she held her spit, stretched her throat as wide as it would go, fought back the gag reflex, and pushed the tip deeper inside.
"Guehk—! Ehhk…!"
A crushing wave of nausea surged up.
Still, I can't stop!
Desperation wrung tears from her eyes and drove her body forward.
"Keck—! Ghhk—!"
Even the ridge of the glans slipped past her uvula, angling gradually downward as it advanced, until through a vision blurred with tears she could see the ball-shaped base of the dildo.
The moment her lips touched that point, the merciless count would drop.
"Ghh— kuhhk…! Kuhk!"
But truly only a little.
Her body locked up with the tiniest distance still remaining.
It was the limit line for holding back the vomit.
The Maginot Line drawn by instinct.
Her body already knew.
The instant she pushed her head even one millimeter farther forward—
It warned her that stomach acid would come flooding back up.
Do it? Or not?
What remained of her human pride manufactured the hesitation.
"Puhah…! Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa.… Ugh…! Haa. Haa."
In the end, she gave up.
She spat out the dildo, rode out the nausea, and gasped for the breath she had been holding.
She lifted her head and looked at the dildo she had been holding in her mouth.
The victorious dildo had already lifted its head again, restored to its original shape.
The spit beading on the tip of the glans was the trophy only the dildo could claim.
The neon sign before her eyes still read:
[10,000 times]
It was despair.
"Hhk…! Ugh…."
The proposition of impossible carved itself into her mind.
Even giving everything she had, she could not begin to imagine succeeding.
Just once.
If she had managed it even a single time, she might have held on to some scrap of hope.
The feeling of slamming into a wall of physical limits had broken her spirit so thoroughly that even attempting again felt beyond her.
The other inmates, however, were different.
"Chyuup—! Tsup! Jeup— haeup! Eup!"
"Eueup—! Keheuk…! Eup! Eup! Peup! Eup!"
"Tseup—! Jeup— chyaeup— eup! Heup! Chyaeup!"
Every one of them held the same posture.
Kneeling with their hands clasped behind their backs, the inmates rubbed their tongues and lips against the dildos and pistoned relentlessly back and forth.
True to the name of the position.
They had become oral onaholes, striving to satisfy the dildo-lords that were mere objects.
The dildos receiving that desperate service were soaked slick with spit, and the inmates' bodies, too, were glazed in sweat and fluids from their fervent worship, raising the temperature of the room.
"Tseup— eueup—! Haeup! Eup!"
The same was true of A688 beside her.
She licked and soothed the small dildo assigned to her as if it were a real cock, serving it exactly as she would a genuine blowjob.
Getting her lips all the way to the base seemed almost secondary.
A688 poured her whole heart into it.
And that devotion was being expressed in numbers.
[8,821 times]
…[8,820 times]
…[8,819 times]
She had already broken through the nine-thousand wall.
She might have eased off a little by now, but there was no sign of it.
Compared to her, staring at a number that still refused to change…
In a situation where last place was obvious to anyone looking, even her will to try was withering away.
"Huu…."
"Why the sigh, A713?"
"…Ah—!"
Through the light breath she had exhaled came a voice that made her blood run cold.
At a glance it almost sounded like a gentle, casual question.
But she knew the owner of that voice.
"I asked you a question, A713. Why are you sighing?"
"Ah… Shatan-nim, th-that's… I…"
At some point Shatan had come up behind her.
The guard officer casually rested both hands on her shoulders.
"Let's see. Hmm… right. You haven't managed it even once? And we're almost at the one-hour mark. The fastest bitch is already closing in on the seven-thousands. Hmm…."
"I…. Sh-Shatan-nim. That's, this… dildo is… the dildo is too big…. So…."
Instinctive dread washed over her.
Terror, maybe? Yes. This was terror.
The same kind she had felt as a child when she hadn't done her homework.
Fear of the unknown punishment waiting ahead froze her voice solid.
She wanted to make excuses, but the words would not come easily.
And yet a thin thread of hope remained as well.
Anyone could see how massive the dildo was.
Guards were people too—surely looking at this grotesque size and girth, he might feel even a little pity?
And besides… she was a newcomer.
Couldn't he cut her just a little… slack?
"Is that so?"
"Yes…? Ah… uh… th-that's…."
"You can't do it because the dildo's too big? Fine. Let's see. Give it a try. If your body truly can't manage it, I'll show you a little mercy."
"I… really?"
"Yeah. Do it."
Her hope had gotten through.
Whether he sensed her sincerity or not, Shatan stepped back from his oppressive stance, raised an open palm in a courteous gesture, and motioned for her to try once.
It was a different face from the one that had been barking at her before.
Fortunately, Shatan seemed more flexible than the guards she had met so far.
"Yes… then, huu…. Haeup! Eup…! Ggeup…!!"
Clinging to the chance she had been given, she opened her throat with everything she had—exactly as before—and took the dildo into her mouth.
Past the point where the glans cleared her uvula, past the point where it wedged into her opened throat.
She accepted the dildo all the way to that final point where stomach acid was about to surge, then stopped just short, and through her eyes she desperately appealed to Shatan that this was her limit.
See?
This much… you'll understand, right?
"Right. So this is as far as you go? Okay then. Let me check whether your body really can't do it."
"…?"
Huh? What did he just…?
With those words, Shatan put force into the hands gripping her shoulders and shoved her body straight forward.
"Keheuhhk!! Keueuughk! Wek!! Keeeeeek!!! Keck—!!"
The glans of the dildo was forced deep into her throat.
Kneeling, already holding the dildo all the way into her neck, she had nowhere to run.
In that sudden motion, thrashing was all she could do.
"Ueeeeek! Kehek! Eeeeek!"
The dildo that had stopped at the place she truly could not swallow was driven inward without warning, and sure enough, stomach acid came surging back up.
The searing burn of gastric acid felt as if it were melting her uvula and esophagus.
It hurts— it hurts so much.
A foul taste filled her mouth.
It was too hard, too agonizing.
At last she unclasped the arms locked behind her back and shoved against the wall in front of her with everything she had.
A desperate bid to spit out the dildo rammed into her head.
She pushed at the wall and thrashed for a few seconds, and her breath cut off.
I'm dying! I'm going to die!!
As she kept struggling, the agony bursting from deep in her throat wrung tears from her eyes.
Strength drained little by little from her fingertips.
Only once she had reached that state did Shatan release the hands on her shoulders.
"Puhhk…! Ke…! Keheuk…! Haa. Haa. Haa. It hurts…! Haa. Ugh… euggeuk…!"
She sprawled on the floor, gasping.
The dildo was so huge that the moment it filled her throat it had seemed to seal off her airway as well.
"Oh dear. Breaking posture already—aren't you laying on the rookie-inmate act a little thick??"
"…Hic!"
Shatan seized her by the hair and hauled her upright by force.
Shocked in both mind and body by the violence of it, she had no choice but to lift her upper body.
Rather, she had to straighten herself on her own so her hair wouldn't be torn out.
"It hurts…! Hhk…!"
Tears streamed down.
It hurt. It was agony.
But—
"Ah-ah. Hands down and get into position, A713. Oral Onahole Position!"
"Hhk… euhhk…! Yes. Oral… Onahole Position!"
She was given no time to soothe the pain.
The instant she got up she had to assume the humiliating posture again.
Looking at her like that, Shatan let out a mocking laugh.
"Now then, A713. Look in front of you."
Holding the position, she shifted her gaze to where he pointed.
And there was the neon sign.
[9,999 times]
"Hhk… euhhk…!"
The number she had longed for so desperately only minutes ago.
But it was a result that stripped away even the faint hope she had been cradling.
"A713. Your body is capable. The dildo's a bit on the large side, sure, but heh. It wasn't beyond you. You just haven't lowered yourself enough yet."
"Hhk… euhhk… Yes."
The lecture continued.
Honestly, it wasn't as if she had no grounds to argue.
If she set her mind to it, she could have explained it perfectly logically.
Even without him pressing her shoulders she couldn't have swallowed it.
It was impossible without someone else's help. And so on.
But she could not easily spit those words out of her mouth.
The process of watching gentle expectation shatter to pieces right in front of her was an act that made her keenly aware of the face of inhuman treatment.
And then came Shatan's warning—
"Vomit or whatever, you are a lesser being than this dildo. I told you, didn't I? The dildos here are modeled on the cocks of the guards and the VIP patrons who sponsor this prison."
"…Yes. You did."
"When you meet a gentleman who has a cock shaped like this dildo, are you going to pull the same attitude? Who the hell do you think you are, an inmate making excuses about a dildo!"
"…What? What do you mean…?"
"You bitches with no human rights have to set everything down and take it whenever you're used. If the master in front of you demands you suck, then whether you puke or your throat ruptures, sucking is the only path that keeps you bitches from getting executed. Burn that into your skulls!"
"Th-that's, th-that's not— w-wait a second!"
"What?"
"I… I never heard anything like that. So then… what is this? You people… you're going to use me as a sex slave… is that it? That wasn't… in the program description…."
It was truly something she had never expected.
Her head felt hollowed out.
From the moment she visited the Waltz Production homepage all the way to now.
Even tracing back through the entire sequence of events, there had been no explanation of anything like this.
Use me?
Me…?
What she had wanted was a moderate level of torture and a sexually charged life of confinement—not to become a sex slave used however they pleased.
"What kind of bullshit is that? Hey. A713. You've got something seriously twisted in your head… Sex slave? You aren't even that! You think a vermin inmate who lost to her lust and got her human rights stripped away could dare become a sex slave?"
"…What?"
"You're objects lower than slaves! Onaholes wearing human skins! Well, sure. I guess we can count you as video material at least."
"That's not true! I… I…!"
Matching Shatan's raised voice, she raised her own without meaning to.
But she could not finish the sentence.
"Tseup— tseup! Chyuap! Ap!"
"Haeup…! Eumm…! Haeup!…"
"Jeup… harrm… hallm… haa…! Eup…!"
The indifference radiating from all around her.
The matter-of-fact calm of the other inmates sucking their dildos made her realize that she was the strange one here.
Right.
Honestly, you already knew, didn't you.
Getting done by the guards was part of the fantasy you'd been imagining, wasn't it.
Her inner desire writhed and shook her reason.
"No. I… I…!"
But was this right?
She could not quietly accept it.
Setting down all at once the things she had protected her whole life….
No—the things she had thought she was protecting.
She had never been especially puritanical about chastity, but at least for someone who held the concept of guarding it… sexual acts were a matter of active choice. Passive coercion was a sensation outside the bounds of consideration.
And so she could not bring herself to admit it.
I… I….
"Judging by that attitude, you still haven't lowered yourself enough. Right. Being a rookie, Leviathan must have gone easy on you. Fine. I'll show you your true nature properly."
"What do you mean…"
While she hesitated, Shatan pulled a remote from his pocket.
And before she could even react, he pressed the button.
"…Eut!!"
"Besides, we're just about at the one-hour mark anyway."
"Haueuk… ah…! Aaa…!"
At the tips of her breasts.
Where the Stimulation Spores were, a fierce pain bloomed.
As if someone had pinched them between fingertips and was wringing them hard.
"Ggeuk…! Ueu… aaa…!"
Strength drained from her body as violent spasms rolled through her.
The Stimulation Spores worked her nipples and areolae as if fingers had been planted inside them, and before long that stimulation spread inward as though wrapping around her entire breasts.
The sensation of another person grabbing her chest and crushing her nipples between their fingers.
She had never experienced it in reality, but her breasts were being toyed with exactly as she had imagined during masturbation.
"Including A713 here, the five of you with active Stimulation Spores are currently the most lagging inmates."
"Uu… uuut!"
"Kkeuk!"
"Haeu… ut"
"Ah… aheua…! Tseup…! Eueu"
Groans burst out from places all around, herself included.
Some among them kept sucking their dildos even through the harsh stimulation, but most of the inmates could not endure the severe stimulus and had to flinch and thrash.
"For you five, from this point on I will link the sensors on the dildos with the Stimulation Spores. The faster you suck the dildo, the weaker the Stimulation Spores' activity will become. Suck slowly, and the Stimulation Spores will torment you that much harder."
"…!"
"Especially you in last place, A713. I'll give you a special extra item."
"Th-that's…! Ugh…!"
What Shatan produced was an industrial cable tie.
He forced her arms together behind her back and looped it around her wrists, locking them in place.
Bound by a single thick strand of plastic.
But it was far too thick to free herself.
And… one more thing.
What he dangled from his finger and waved in front of her face—
"Ah…!"
"You know what this is, right?"
It was a keychain-shaped egg vibrator.