Training Ends
Even after that, I kept sucking on the dildo for a long while.
My head felt hollowed out.
Blood no longer seemed to reach my bound wrists, and my knees, scraped raw against the hard floor, had turned an angry red. My thighs were swollen from the repeated thrashings, and my nipples — tormented by the Stimulation Spores — throbbed as if they might burst. My prison uniform had long since soaked through with sweat. The slick of arousal that had run down my legs dried sticky against my thighs, and at the back of my throat, ravaged by the tip of the dildo, I tasted the foul reek of stomach acid mixed with blood.
I had crossed my limit ages ago.
"Keh… ughh…! Eh…!"
The sounds that tore out of me no longer belonged to a human being. Just the howling of a thing they called a mouth onahole. Every noise that left my broken body was too wretched to claim as human.
All I could do was mechanically open my throat in despair and shove the dildo down it. I truly had no strength left. Letting go was the only thing I still knew how to do.
"Good. That's enough."
After what felt like forever, Shatan called an end to it. At once, every inmate — myself included — went still.
"A701. Still got that stamina, huh. First place again."
"…Haa. Hah… haa. Thank… you. Shatan… sir."
I turned my head toward the voices. Every inmate's attention had locked onto the same spot, where Shatan stood talking to an inmate collapsed on the floor.
"Right. Ah, that's right — I promised last time, didn't I? Said I'd give you a reward if you took first again. What do you want?"
"Anything… I'll gratefully… haa… accept it…"
"Heh heh~ It's fine. Separate from whatever Lucifer hands out — just tell me what you want. As long as it doesn't stray from an inmate's place, I'll grant it."
"Then… tonight… in Shatan-nim's guard room… would you… use me for the night…?"
"In my room?"
"Ah… yes! Th-that is… assuming Lucifer-nim allows it…"
"Pfft! Fine. Lucifer'll do me that favor. Let's see — so it's been five months since we last shared a bed?"
"I… I'm not sure, sir."
"Yeah. About that long, probably. All right. I'll use you for the night."
It hardly sounded like a reward. And yet A701 pushed her trembling body upright and offered Shatan her thanks. No matter how I looked at it, I could not understand how being dragged into a guard's private room to be "used" could possibly count as a prize. But that kind of curiosity was a luxury I couldn't afford.
"Right. A701's done. The rest of you bitches — check the numbers in front of your faces! Demerit points will be issued just like I said earlier. Do your own math carefully!"
The dildo-sucking was over. I looked at the neon display floating before my eyes. At least toward the end, once my throat had opened up and I could swallow the thing without resistance, I had managed to knock a good number of counts off. The trap was that it had come far too late.
In the end, the demerit points I would receive came to eighty-eight.
"Haa. Haa. Hhk…. Uhhk…."
I had given it everything I had. The result was inevitable all the same. Faced with that pitiful outcome — born of an unfair environment and the hard limits of my own body — I crumbled.
Thankfully, the Stimulation Spores and the rotor had both gone still the moment the end was declared.
Are you okay?
As I tried to catch my breath, A688 — who had been right beside me — asked. Packed so close together, we had bumped into each other constantly while sucking the dildos, and without quite meaning to we had become each other's support. I was nowhere near okay, but I couldn't bring myself to shake my head. The state she was in, now that she had entered my field of vision, was every bit as wretched as my own.
?
Even though her dildo had been relatively small, her frame was small to match, and her body was steeped in pure misery. Her prison uniform was soaked worse than mine. Friction had split her lips until blood ran down them, and the thrashings had left her entire thighs flushed red. That she had still managed to worry about me first filled me with a strange, quiet gratitude. My hands were still bound behind me with cable ties, so I answered with a careful nod of my head.
Demerit points. Monthly cumulative. Only last place gets executed.
As if trying to ease my fear, A688 offered information about the demerits.
In my time, around three hundred points. We started on the twenty-first. Reset in ten days. Still okay.
Her comfort brought genuine relief. If what she said was true, anything short of the three-hundred range wasn't dangerous. For someone who had been fretting that a hundred points might already mean a serious punishment, it was precious intelligence.
But I couldn't simply smile.
And. Me. Leftover demerits. Two hundred seventy-one. If anyone gets executed. Me first.
Startled, I shifted my gaze to the neon sign in front of her.
…Her demerits from this round were twenty-one. A total of two hundred ninety-two… wasn't that dangerous?
Don't worry. Me. Executed once already. It's fine.
Sensing the change in my expression, A688 comforted me instead. But her face… looked anything but fine.
The dildo-sucking that had masqueraded as training was over. After a few minutes of waiting, the guards came for us one by one.
The first to arrive was a face I had seen before. Marmon.
"Cell 2 inmates, out."
He issued the order from the training room entrance to the prisoners under his charge. Several inmates who had barely rested forced themselves up and went to him.
See you tomorrow.
A688 was among them. As she rose, leaving that final scrap of handwriting, I offered a faint smile — a silent wish for both of us to hold on. She answered with a smile of her own and left first.
After that, each time a guard arrived, the number of inmates dwindled. The second guard to come was a name I had heard once before.
"Lucifer. You made it?"
A strikingly handsome man. His guard uniform sat on him like an officer's dress kit — a solid build, sharp eyes, the kind of beauty that made the room feel colder. He stepped into the training room.
"Yes, Shatan-hyungnim. I checked the alarm late — our A701 took first again this time, I hear?"
"Yeah, she did. So… I was going to give her a reward. You saw what she asked for?"
"I did. Well, I can grant that much. Tonight, you said? I'll collect her right after evening torture ends."
"Good. She's got her reward coming, and I'm on duty tonight, so pick a time that works. Just… send her back a little bit alive, would you?"
"Haha. Don't worry."
Lucifer smiled as if nothing were wrong. Then that smile twisted into something that truly suited a devil's nickname.
"A bitch who spreads her legs and begs another guard to use her the second she gets a reward… well. I'll give her the treatment she deserves."
"Heh heh. Don't break her fingers and send her back like last time~"
"Heh heh."
As they talked, A701 — who had been rising from the floor — went deathly pale. Judging by the conversation, she had already lived through something similar and still asked Shatan for that kind of reward. I wondered why, but it had nothing to do with me. With my own nose already three feet under, it wasn't a question I had any business holding onto.
After that came Asmode, the female guard I had seen that morning. She collected the inmates under her charge and left. And after her, my own assigned guard — Leviathan — entered the training room.
"Shatan-nim. Thank you for your hard work."
"Hard work, nothing. By the way — you see the rookie's demerits?"
"I did. First incarceration or not, it's a bit much."
"Hey. You're one to talk. Looking at that dildo of hers… never mind. She's your inmate — not my place to say anything. Anyway, you saw the message I sent mid-session too, right?"
"I did. I'll handle it."
"Good. Get to it."
So the brutal conditions forced on me — that massive dildo — hadn't been chance. Leviathan had arranged it. Even so, I felt no urge to resent him. In the end, biting down on that enormous thing, sucking it, tasting the bottom ranks and the pain that came with them, had only driven my situation deeper into my bones. I would accept all of it as a lesson learned and move on. That… was simply the nature of someone who had come this far of her own will.
"Cell 3 inmates, follow me."
At the order, the scattered Cell 3 inmates gathered at the training room entrance. A522, A711, and me — three of us.
"A522."
"Yes, sir."
"Go to solitary and bring A691 back."
"…Yes, sir. Understood."
"You have thirty minutes. Every extra minute is one demerit point, and tonight's torture session extends by one minute as well."
"…Yes, sir."
"Go."
At his command, A522 headed down one of the corridors. I didn't know the prison's full layout, so I had no idea how far solitary was — but it didn't look like an easy order to carry out. In this place, even ordinary tasks became anything but ordinary. That was simply how it worked here.
"You two, follow."
The two of us who remained fell in behind Leviathan.
— Click. Click.
The distinctive sound of leather dress shoes, and behind him A711 and I walked barefoot.
"…Hoo."
A small sigh. I kept letting them out, barely audible. I couldn't help it. My hands were still cable-tied behind my back, and the Egg Roter was still lodged inside me. The dangling ring of the rotor brushed and irritated with every step, sending tiny vibrations through me, and arousal climbed until my breathing grew short.
"Keep up!"
"Hah! Y-yes…!"
Fall even half a step behind and a bark of reprimand followed. Startled, I hurried my legs — which only made the lust surge harder and walking even more difficult. But an order had been given. There was nothing to do but obey.
"Inside."
We had arrived at Leviathan's guard office. The same place where I had undergone yesterday's physical examination. On the wall hung the black switch that had struck my body; the restraint frame I had been bound to was still there. The memory of yesterday flickered up unbidden, and my body flinched.
"Hoo. All right — A711, sit in the waiting seat. A713."
"Yes, sir!"
Barely through the door, Leviathan sent A711 to the inmate seat beside the desk, then rolled up the sleeves of his uniform and came toward me. His face was so frightening I nearly stepped back without thinking. Brow deeply furrowed, he closed the distance and spoke.
"You first. You're going to take a beating."
— Thud!
"Ghk!"
It hurt. A fist drove into my solar plexus. Completely unprepared, I took the blow full-on. My bound hands left me no way to resist in the first place — but with no warning at all, the shock hit even harder.
— Thud!
"Ghk! Ahhk!"
— Thud!
"Khak!! Cough…! Ah… ahh…!"
— Thud!
"Keugh…! Ugh!"
The violence didn't stop at one blow. Leviathan knocked my reeling body to the floor and went on speaking as he crushed my chest and thighs under his boot.
"A713. You dare talk back to a guard?"
— Thud! Thud! Crunch!
"Ghk! Uuugh!"
"I'd heard that every so often some clueless new bitch doesn't know her place and talks back — never thought it'd be one of mine. Hey. A713."
"Uuuh…."
"A713!! Answer me!"
"Ah…! Yes! Yes, sir!"
A face more terrifying than the violence itself filled my vision. I was so afraid…. If the long hours of dildo-sucking hadn't already wrung every drop of moisture from me, I would have wet myself. That was how frightening Leviathan's face looked as it glared down at me. And the wordless terror spilled into action as well.
"Hieuk!! Aaagh!"
He seized a fistful of my hair and, with raw grip strength, tore at the roots as he hauled my collapsed body upright. Through the pain of my scalp being ripped, I rose with tears streaming down my face. But then —
— Crack!
"Kyaak! Uuuh…."
The open-handed slap that followed the instant I was on my feet sent me crashing down again. A blow hard enough to make my whole body reel and topple. My face swelled almost at once, and the taste of blood filled my mouth.
"Get up."
"…Yes, sir!"
Still the violence did not stop. And I… colluded with it, rising to his orders. Hit again and again, I stood back up like a weighted doll and offered him my body.
"I like the attitude. Yeah. Looks like you've finally put yourself down a little."
Watching me obediently follow every successive blow and command, Leviathan's expression eased as he approached. He gave my trembling shoulder a couple of pats — then shoved me backward, toppling me, and the violence finally stopped.
"Haa. Haa. Ugh… haa."
I had fallen hard on my rear. Glancing down, I saw the places I had been struck swollen and ruined. Especially where his boots had stamped me — dirt mixed with the bruises, as if he had deliberately dirtied my body to remind me what treatment a wretched inmate deserved.
And then, another order.
"A713."
"Yes…. Officer."
"Looking at the footage Shatan-nim sent earlier, it seemed like you had something to say…."
"…Which footage do you mean, sir…."
"You know. That 'No. I'm… I'm….' whatever it was you said. So go on — express it. What you are. What kind of bitch you are."
Leviathan was dredging up what had happened in the training room. In my dazed state, I shut my mouth. Would he use this as another excuse to hit me? Worry and the searing heat of my swollen cheek pressed me to lower my head in reflection.
"I'm sorry, Officer. That was… that was me —"
If I begged forgiveness, maybe he would let it go? I hung my head on that thin possibility.
"I don't need that. What I want to see is…."
But Leviathan's intent was something else entirely. Looking down on me from above, he gave the order.
"Whether a bitch who spent hours sucking a dildo after that has finally learned what she is. So."
"…."
"Show me. How you're going to live out the rest of your sentence."
Whether I had set myself all the way down to the floor. That was what he meant for me to show him, right there in front of his eyes.