Artificial ○○?
The moment the order dropped, I dropped to my knees on the floor, lifted my head, and looked up at Leviathan.
An eye level that made our respective positions impossible to forget.
From the vantage of a human-rights-stripped inmate staring upward, Leviathan's gaze was ice-cold.
"Prisoner's Oath!"
"We are prisoners defeated by lust!"
"We are garbage with no human worth!"
"We are insane bitches!"
"…Under the care and instruction of our officers, we learn the value of being human!"
"We will obey our officers without limit. We ask for your guidance again today!"
I forced the words out slowly, tension coiled tight in my throat.
There had been one close call — a single moment of hesitation — but after scrambling every gear in my head, I scraped through with nothing worse than a brief pause.
"…."
The instant the oath ended, Leviathan's eyes locked onto me.
Fear stabbed so deep my chest ached.
Was he going to nail me for that pause and hand down a punishment? Or was it the volume of my voice? My posture? In a place like this, a single detail — anything at all — could be twisted into a fault depending on an officer's mood.
He stepped in front of me, tipped his head slowly, and looked down.
"Stand."
"Yes, sir!"
A simple command, but I threw everything I had into obeying it on the spot. Even with the cuffs and shackles making every movement clumsy, I scrambled up as fast as I could, desperate to plant the impression that I was sharp and responsive. Leviathan, matching my motion, rolled up one sleeve.
Had I done something to inconvenience him?
After yesterday — after the slap that had followed a similar sequence — every little gesture of his triggered a conditioned reflex, dragging the pain and the hurt right back to the surface.
"Only one day, and you've already memorized the oath perfectly. Good."
"…Thank you, sir."
"How's the wound?"
"Sir? Ah — ahhk…!"
"Stay still. Don't move."
Fortunately, Leviathan's intent was not to punish me.
He pulled a spray bottle from a basket, misted the hand whose sleeve he'd rolled up, and — before the moisture could evaporate — slid that hand between my legs.
His fingers found the exact place that had been torn open the day before: my pussy.
"Nngh… nnhhk."
"The wound's closed up. Looks like the medicine did its job."
"Yes, sir… oo… hieuk…!"
"A713."
"Yes, sir! A713!"
"An officer is examining your wound, and you're getting off on his touch?"
"Th-that's—!"
Startled by the sudden accusation, I lifted my head — and Leviathan's face filled my vision.
His face sat just slightly above mine, the difference in height putting him that much higher. The distance between us was only a few centimeters.
His eyes, that close, froze my body solid.
And below, in total contrast, his fingers toyed with my pussy without mercy.
A body bound in cuffs and shackles. An erogenous zone being worked over. The unfamiliar breath of a man layered on top of it all — my head swam.
"Answer me."
Even so, I had to open my mouth.
An officer's order was absolute. No matter the situation, an answer was required. If I didn't want to be punished, I had to spit something out.
"Yes, sir…. I can… feel it."
What else was there to say?
Honesty was the only option left…. Averting my eyes, that was all I could manage.
"What?"
Apparently the answer didn't sit well with him.
Leviathan dropped his voice and stopped moving his hand.
Ah—
No. Don't stop.
My twitching body craved his hand. The wish that he wouldn't stop. In the end, unable to rein myself in, I moved my hips in small, instinctive rolls.
"Hmm. Look at this."
Whether the motion offended him or the unauthorized movement simply irritated him, Leviathan raised his fingers in time with my subtly shifting hips.
And then he pushed into the slick mess of my pussy, prying it open.
"Hieuk!! Ah… ahhk…!"
Pleasure?
No. That wasn't it.
The first thrust had edged close to pleasure — but the moment his finger scraped along the vaginal wall, all I felt was pain. The wound that hadn't fully healed under the medicine seemed to split open again at even that small movement.
"Tch. Not even fully healed, and you're getting blood on my hand. A713!"
"I-I'm sorry, sir."
I was the one who'd been penetrated. And he was the one who'd done the penetrating. The entire act had been one-sided, inflicted on me — and still I had to bow my head. Because, after all, I was the one who had reacted to his touch first.
"…Tsk. Never mind. It looks roughly healed, so I'll leave the inspection at that. Instead, you clean the blood off my hand."
"Yes, sir…."
I'd expected the scolding to roll straight into punishment, but mercifully, no penalty came. Probably because he was the one who'd touched and penetrated me first — some measure of consideration for that. Instead, I had to suck the blood from his fingers.
"Slurp… suck… mmn, churp. Mm."
"Don't drool. Lick it clean."
"Yes, sir… mm… tssup."
Blood that had come from a private place. Because it was pussy blood, it carried the same off-putting quality as menstrual blood. I sucked it anyway. The reason? Well… an officer told me to suck, so there was nothing to think about. As an inmate, carrying out the order was all there was.
"Haa. Haa. Haa."
I sucked without even pausing for breath.
When I finally pulled my mouth away, Leviathan turned his hand over, searching for any remaining trace of blood — but even by my own standards, I'd licked him clean enough that nothing was left but a coating of saliva.
"Good. Next. A711. Begin the Prisoner's Oath."
"Yes, sir!"
Satisfied, Leviathan immediately called on A711 standing beside me. Once the turn passed, the hammering in my chest that had been crushing me finally eased.
From now on, every morning. Having to go through this every single morning was bitterly bleak — but I told myself it was simply the process of adapting to this place.
I had to. That was the only way I was going to survive these hours.
Breakfast and excretion were the same as the day before.
We had to swallow the same flavorless lumps within a fixed time window, and excretion meant blasting out that slime-like enema fluid. Fortunately, no one took Demeanor Penalty Points for the meal today. Everyone finished within the time limit.
And one more thing.
"Kyaaaauuugh!♡"
"Aheung…! Euhang♡ haeuu"
"Ah…! Aaa…!! Hieuu…! Haeuu♡"
"Kyaaaung. So good… ah, fuck! This feels way too good…!♡"
The blue enema fluid almost certainly had aphrodisiac mixed into it.
Every last one of us — myself and my cellmates included — had howled in misery while holding the enema in. But the moment of release, our eyes rolled back as orgasm hit. An indescribable pleasure bloomed from the rear hole. A thrilling, punched-open sensation, combined with the cool emptiness of a completely cleared gut, fused with raw lust and took over the body.
Really.
That was…
Ah.
It felt so fucking good.♡
After that, once the cuffs and shackles were removed, we were taken to the Training Area.
Following Leviathan along the same route as yesterday, we entered the same room, the same place as before.
The officer waiting for us there was—
"Hi~ Leviathan."
"Asmode. I've brought the Cell 3 inmates."
"Mm. Good work. Leave the girls and go back to your duties. I'll send an alert when training's done."
"Yes, Asmode."
"Oh, come on. I told you to call me unnie~"
The only female officer on Prison Island.
Asmode.
"Hey~ you inmate bitches who just walked in. Find your spots and get to them."
"…Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, right. Cell 3 — that's the one with A691, isn't it? A691, Kim Yejin! You come over here. Everyone else, to your own stations~!"
"…."
A691, called out by name in a way that set her apart. Her expression crumpled.
Asmode kept only A691 behind and ordered the rest of us to find our places. That high, clear voice. An order issued by someone of the same sex carried a strange quality I'd never felt from any of the male officers.
But why had she singled out only A691?
I wanted to overhear the reason, but my station was far enough away that even eavesdropping was impossible. Asmode and Leviathan were different officers, but based on every behavioral rule I'd learned from the officers so far, the priority right now was getting to my seat. Remembering the scene when I'd first seen her in the excretion hall, that was the only safe choice.
"Hi."
"Hi. Next to each other again."
"It's always like this. Training. Runs in multi-day blocks. Probably see you here tomorrow too."
"OK. Nice."
The station stamped with my inmate number was the same as yesterday. Of course, the inmate beside me was the same as well — A688, admitted on the same day as me.
Seeing her again after only a day, the traces of a hard stretch of time were written all over her. The thighs that had taken the beating were still a solid mass of dark blue bruises, and whether she'd been put through the same kind of torture as the day before, bloodstains remained on the lower half of her prison uniform. The shackle marks on her ankles and the rope burns on her forearms matched mine.
"Yesterday. Triangular Wooden Horse?"
"Yeah. Training. Torture's the same for every cell."
"OK."
A short exchange. But talking with the inmate I felt most at ease with — maybe that was why — my heart settled a little. If I could have, I would have kept going. I wanted to chatter, to trade the weight of yesterday's suffering back and forth.
"Alright. Everyone in their seats? Hmm. Looks like Ba'al's cells are locked down again today. Fine. Then I'll tell you what today's training is!"
But the time given to us was short.
Once Asmode confirmed everyone had found their places, she began pacing slowly through the training room, broadcasting the details of the day's session — and our silent conversation had no choice but to stop.
"Today, continuing from yesterday, we're training your throats. Everyone — Oral Onahole Position, now!"
"Oral Onahole Position, now!"
At her command, every one of us locked into the posture in unison. Both hands gathered behind the back at attention, kneeling, mouth slightly open. Staring at the wall, I heard a small mechanical whir from the spot where the dildo had been mounted yesterday.
A rectangular recess. What was going to come out of there today?
"From now on, artificial cocks will come out in front of you bitches."
That question was answered by Asmode's own mouth.
After the dildos came artificial cocks. But wasn't a dildo already an artificial cock? The unfamiliar distinction briefly short-circuited my comprehension — then it came back. The answer was all there in Asmode's explanation.
"An artificial cock is a full reproduction of a real cock. Veins, skin, composition, muscle movement — everything copied from an actual cock."
"…."
"The cocks that come out in front of you were all manufactured based on your assigned officers' equipment, so serve them with gratitude. Suck the artificial cock with your mouth and swallow the cum that comes out — that counts as one. Pull out as many loads as the number on the neon sign and you pass."
A mission one full step harder than yesterday's. I hadn't seen the real thing yet, but a cock would be far more realistic than a dildo. And with cum entering the conversation…. Wait — cum?
"For reference, the cum is fake, but its composition is 99.9% identical to real human semen. The only difference is the DNA is stripped out. Even if you shove it into a pussy, you won't get pregnant — so if any of you bitches were hoping for a pregnancy discharge, drop that idea right now."
Whether there had actually been a case like that, Asmode's voice dropped. At some point, a short-handled whip had appeared in her hand.
"I'm not gentle like Shatan. Any bitch who slacks off or spills cum gets the whip without mercy. And you Cell 5 bitches — listen carefully."
"…Yes, ma'am."
"I'm your assigned officer, so you'll be sucking pussy, not cock. The fluids come out properly too, so suck it all down without dripping any on the floor."
"Understood, ma'am."
Was pussy better? Or was cock better?
For a moment, the thought of sucking another woman's pussy hit me — and a hard wave of revulsion rose up. The image of sucking a same-sex organ was just… ugh…. Right. Be grateful I wasn't a Cell 5 inmate.
"The artificial cocks and pussies are all calibrated down to the exact sensitivity the real officers feel, so treat them as the real thing and give it everything you've got! So that any of us officers can use you whenever we want. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Alright. Then we'll begin. Everyone focus!"
With the declaration to start, the recess moved.
And out came a soft, dangling cock.
"…Haa."
It looked different from yesterday's dildo — but even hanging limp, it was thick and large enough that I knew at once it was Leviathan's. Looking at it again, the sheer size was the first thing that seized my mind. At the same time, the thought that something like that had been shoved into me yesterday sent a heat blooming low in my belly.
Right.
Don't think of it as an artificial cock.
Think of it as Leviathan's real cock.
Then maybe I could… work a little harder?
The man who'd taken my first time. More precisely, the first time that had been forcibly stolen — but in a situation where I was about to suck the only cock I'd ever tasted, a strange submissive urge surged up. Was this instinct?
And then the number that lit up on the neon sign.
Fortunately, the count was laughably small compared to yesterday's ten thousand. A full one-thousandth of that number.
"Ah…!"
But a small gasp came from beside me. Glancing over, I saw A688 facing a somewhat smaller cock, her face crumpled in distress. Following her expression upward, I checked the number on her neon sign.
Strangely, the assigned counts were different. Sensing something off, I turned my head the other way and checked the number for the inmate on that side.
…What the hell was this?
She had a different count too. Whether she was thinking the same thing or had simply felt my gaze, the inmate beside me looked my way and our eyes met. She checked the number in front of me, and her expression sank into something even more hopeless. The huge gap in the counts seemed to have broken her spirit.
And then…
What stood in front of A712 was a completely different shape.
"…Ah!"
In front of her was a pussy, thick labia folded over it.