Surely Not?
…Right. For now, I should focus on what was right in front of me.
Even if the required count was low, I still had a mission of my own to complete. And when I thought about the Demeanor Penalty Points I’d earned yesterday, I was in no position to worry about anyone else.
I stuck out my tongue.
The wrinkled balls of the artificial cock. The moment I brushed the base, the tip twitched. A movement so lifelike that, without the earlier explanation, I would have sworn it was real. It truly felt as though Leviathan himself were thrusting his cock through the wall.
“Haaahm… slurp… haah…”
I flicked my tongue and slowly took the artificial cock into my mouth. Distinct veins stood out along its surface; when I traced each one in turn, the shaft swelled as if blood were pumping through it.
Even though this was the first time I had ever sucked a cock rather than a dildo, recalling the scenes I had watched in countless videos and imitating them produced results.
“Schluurp! Chuuuup…! Haaahm… mmm…!”
“Chup! Chup! Chup! Mmph…! Chap!”
All around me the wet sounds of cocks being sucked filled the air. The girl sitting beside me—A712, who was licking a pussy—made a slightly different noise, yet she sucked with even greater force and volume than I did. Surprisingly, she showed no revulsion. Or perhaps she was simply used to it…
The sounds around me made me anxious. What if I finished last again today?
No. I couldn’t let that happen.
Yesterday’s torture on the Triangular Wooden Horse had burned a single resolve into my heart: I must not earn any more Demeanor Penalty Points. I would do anything to avoid them. That was why, during training sessions like this, I had to pour every ounce of strength into the task.
“Chuuup…! Ssuuup! Mmph!”
I took the steadily swelling cock deeper. It had not yet reached full size, so I could still fit the whole thing in my mouth.
“Mmm…! Hup…!”
But after trying several techniques, I realized the artificial cock’s reactions were far more realistic—more human—than I had expected. Haa… this thing was the real deal. Whether Leviathan’s actual cock was the same, I had no idea. The artificial one, however, proved surprisingly temperamental.
The slightest graze of a canine against the shaft made all my previous efforts worthless; the cock immediately lost its hardness and drooped. The glans was just as sensitive. Too much suction, or too little, and it went soft again. To keep it hard and growing, I had to suck with precisely the right pressure while constantly stimulating the entire length with tongue and lips.
“Mmph! Aahmp…! Mmm…!”
The artificial cock—no, Leviathan’s cock—swelled larger. Once I understood the mechanism, I sucked with careful precision. This mission was not like yesterday’s simple dildo-sucking, where merely completing the count was enough. I had to arouse the cock all the way to climax, then swallow the ejaculated semen before the count would decrease. I needed to discover every possible way to satisfy it.
“Ssuuup…! Haa. Haa. Mmph… ssuuup.”
Having taken his cock once before proved a tremendous help. Mouth or pussy—both were simply holes in my body. Recalling the rebound, the timing, the rhythm with which he had pounded my lower hole and then reproducing it with my mouth produced clear results. The cock grew larger still, until it was as big as yesterday’s dildo and began pressing against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat.
Because it was so massive, deep-throating became inevitable, yet I drew on yesterday’s training, accepting the rising bile and taking him deeper.
“Gaaahk!… Ehk… uuugh…!”
Breathing became impossible. The cock sealed my throat completely; no air could enter. Still I held it. If my memory was correct, the previous day Leviathan had slammed himself deep into the hole at the moment of climax, stopped thrusting, and simply kept pushing. Using that memory, I gradually forced the artificial cock farther down my throat, silently urging it—You’ve swollen as much as you can; isn’t it time to come?
A little farther.
A little more.
Just a little more…
I clenched the arms bound behind my back and forced myself to endure as the glans entered my esophagus…
— Gulp.
“Gaaahk…! Kehk!! Kuhhk. Haa. Haa. Uuugh…. Haa. Kkuuugh….”
Something burst near my throat. Startled, I pulled the cock free; a small bead of semen clung to the tip of the glans. Inside my mouth the semen that had sprayed free as I withdrew lingered with a subtle flavor—soft yet thick white fluid. A faint wave of disgust rose, but I forced it down and swallowed.
At the same instant, the neon number floating before my eyes decreased.
Surprisingly quickly, I had managed to shave off one count.
Yes. I did it. Unlike yesterday, I can do this!
A useless sense of achievement and possibility steeled my will. The artificial cock slowly deflated, declaring a fresh start, but I was not overly worried. Just do what I did a moment ago—succeed the same way.
I steadied my breathing and steeled myself again.
“Haa. Haa.”
Then, accompanied by a clear, crystalline voice—
“Oh my. Already milked one load? Just as expected of the girl Leviathan has his eye on. But this little drop at the tip… fufu. You let one bead fall, didn’t you?”
“…Eh?”
— Crack!!
“Kyaaah!! Ah…!! Aaugh!”
A whip lashed across my back—more precisely, the upper arms held in the at-ease posture, right between the shoulder blades. Even though it felt like a light strike, the pain was crushing.
“Don’t rest. Keep sucking.”
“…Yes!”
It was Asmode. Her crimson hair whipping about, she found fault with everything in sight and cracked her whip without mercy.
“Oh? A712. You still haven’t deducted a single count? Everyone else has succeeded at least once.”
“Uu… mmmph… chuuup… mmph!”
“Is my pussy that unappealing? How do you expect to satisfy me when I feel like using you? Hmm!”
— Crack
“Aauuugh!! Haa. Haa. Uuugh…! Chuuup. Mmph!”
“There. Bury your face and rub your tongue like this! Shake your head too… hurry!”
“Gnnnph!! Mmph!!”
Asmode seized the head of A712, who sat right beside me, and ground the girl’s face into the artificial pussy molded after her own. Nose and mouth—every place that could breathe—were sealed.
“Gnnnph!! Fuuup!! Mmmph!!”
“Come on, suck! Deduct the count!!”
“Gnnph!!…… Fuuup…! Mmph!”
What should have lasted only seconds stretched into minutes. Hair clenched in Asmode’s fist, A712 frantically shook her head left and right. Whether she was truly sticking out her tongue and rubbing as ordered was impossible to tell, yet the endless stream of liquid—saliva or juices—pouring from between her mouth and the artificial pussy proved she was fighting with everything she had.
“Khh…! Fuuuup!! Mmph!! Puha…!! Haa! Haa! Hek…! Cough…! Uwek…! Haa.!”
“Oh? You dare break posture?”
In the end A712 released her hands and clutched the wall. She lacked the courage to refuse Asmode outright, yet the instinct to survive had driven her to act.
— Smack!! Whish!! Smack!! Crack!
“Kyaah!! Ah… ahhk!! Aaah!!”
“Are you actually defying me? What are you doing! Get back into position!”
“P-please stop…!”
“Oh? Opening your mouth without permission to speak? Honestly. First A691 last time, and now inmates who even defy their assigned guard? You little bitch!”
“Kehhk!! S-stop!! Ghk!! … Kehk!”
The price was whipping and electric shock. I, at least, could feel it clearly. Part of the current racing through A712’s body traveled along her thigh into mine, a pain sharp enough to register as muscle ache. Receiving that same agony in her throat, A712 collapsed to the floor, eyes still open, body convulsing.
“Kehhk…! Ugh…! Kyaau… kyahk…!”
She could barely breathe. Because she had fallen toward me, I saw her agony up close, our eyes locking.
“Get into position, A712. If you don’t resume posture and start licking that pussy within ten seconds, you’ll receive nothing but electric shocks until the session ends.”
“Aau… uu… uuugh….”
Asmode was merciless. Even when Leviathan was equally firm, he sometimes left the tiniest margin according to an inmate’s condition. She, by contrast, showed no concern whatsoever for the state of her victim.
— Smack!!
“Kyaaah!!”
“Get up!”
The whip cracked down onto the fallen girl’s buttocks. The already crimson flesh was covered in deep bruises—marks clearly layered over several days.
“Haa. Haa. Ugh…! Chuuup. Mmph…!”
Even with the aftershocks of electricity still wracking her, A712 forced herself upright and resumed the posture. The floor where she had thrashed was wet with a puddle of urine that reeked of ammonia—the result of a shock strong enough to rob her body of all strength.
“What’s this? A713. Stop rolling your eyes. Want some of the same?”
“Mmmph…! Ssuuup…! Mmph…! Haaahm…!”
Like a predator scenting prey, Asmode’s eyes glittered as she sized me up. React, and I would be next. Fear soaked into my unconscious; I averted my gaze as far as possible and sucked the cock before me again and again. The single thought that I must not draw attention filled my entire mind.
“Fufu. Let’s see~ who’s in first place right now?”
Fortunately, Asmode moved on in search of her next target. From the direction she walked came the repeated sounds of whip cracks, screams, someone collapsing, then rising again. In that atmosphere, the click of her heels felt as terrifying as a murderer’s footsteps.
Ignore it as much as possible.
Just suck the cock.
That was the only path to survival.
“Ssuuup…!”
I sucked for a very long time.
Using the experience of the first successful deduction as a foothold, I managed to extract the second and third loads more easily than expected. The semen that flooded my throat, slid down my esophagus, and pooled in my stomach left a thick, clinging sensation throughout my digestive tract, yet that much I could endure. If I could just finish the remaining count—if I could climb high enough in the ranking to avoid Demeanor Penalty Points—everything would be fine.
I focused, and focused again, solely on the cock in front of me.
“Haa. Haa. Ssuuup. Tsuup. Haa. Mmph…! Haah…. Ah.”
Yet why…
Why wouldn’t the neon number decrease?
“Tsuuup…! Ssuuup! Mmmph…! Haah…!”
Why wouldn’t the cock revive?
From a certain point onward… staring at the completely limp artificial cock that refused to swell no matter what I did, I bit my lip. Suddenly I felt as though I had slammed into a wall.
“Haa. Haa. Chuk…! Chuk!”
If I sealed my lips around it and sucked hard, it would stiffen a little. But the moment I rested even slightly, the moment I let my guard down, the blood flow subsided and the cock shrank again and again.
I had already passed the halfway mark; the finish line was in sight. Yet the cock remained utterly unmoved.
Why.
Just why.
Why won’t you move?
In truth the signs had been there. After the first ejaculation. After the second. By the third and fourth, the signs had hardened into certainty. The intervals were lengthening. The term between climaxes was growing unmistakably longer.
“Haa. Haa. Uuugh… haugh… haa.”
Exactly like a real man’s cock. The more it came, the more the artificial cock lost its strength. No longer did my tongue’s movements, nor the warmth of my mouth, make it swell.
“Ssuuup…! Mmph…! Haaahm…! Mmph!”
Still I could not rest. The slightest slowdown brought Asmode’s whip flying. Even though I gave my absolute best, my back was in tatters. Between the shoulder blades alone I had taken more than ten lashes; thighs, buttocks, and even the arms held in the at-ease posture that had been grazed by the whip—there was not a single uninjured place left on my body.
Ah… it stings.
Judging by the sensation, wounds had definitely opened.
“Haa. Haa. Haa. Tsuuup…! Kkuup! Tsuup”
“Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Gulp! Chuk! Chuk! Mmmph!”
“Chup… ahhp… chup…! Chuuup! Hap!”
It was the same for everyone. A712 beside me, and A688 as well—all of them were desperate not to be struck, and sucking the genitals was the effort they poured into that goal. Separate from the rest of the body, lips swelled and stamina steadily drained. Training as grueling as yesterday’s pressed harder and harder on both flesh and mind.
Simply repeating the same act in one fixed posture was already difficult enough. On top of that—
“Don’t break posture!! A507! Just because it’s been a while you think you can slack off? Or is it that you’re too old to understand plain speech? You birthed three kids and still came here because you were so sex-crazed you kept offering your body to your husband—so work harder, you loser!”
“Kyaaah!! Aaah!!”
Asmode’s verbal abuse and corporal punishment continued without pause, creating an atmosphere even more oppressive than yesterday’s. Fear and pressure steadily transformed into pure exhaustion.
No explanation had been given, yet the ending method was surely the same as yesterday. Without a word we all shared one heart.
Anyone would do.
Please, just finish it.
We prayed someone would deduct the final counts.
“Kehhk! Ah… fuuut!”
“Oh my~ A701. Is the semen that hard to handle? You suck cock so well, yet you’ve been sloppily drooling it all this time—what am I supposed to do with you?”
— Smack! Crack!
“Kyaaah! Ah… ahhk…!”
“Keep sucking. Since you failed to swallow, this ejaculation is void.”
“Aaaah…!”
But every sound that reached my ears was bad news. A701, who possessed the best stamina among us, apparently had a weak stomach; she kept getting struck for letting semen spill…
“Kraaah!! Haa. Haa! Fuck…!”
“Oh my~ A691. Are you throwing another fit? Even Stimulation Spores and the collar’s electric shocks can’t fix that temper of yours? Not enough? Hmm? Not enough for you!”
“Kyaahk!! S-stop…! Kyaauuugh!! Uhaaa! Aaa!!”
“Why~? Go ahead and defy me again! Hmm?”
“I-I’m sorry…!”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak, you bitch. Heehee~ Hurry up. You’ve still got five left.”
A691, who was probably sucking a cock of the same type as mine, was also struggling under the extra punishments Asmode had piled on. She had deducted fewer counts than I had. And just moments earlier, Asmode’s own mouth had announced that A522 had only just finished her sixth ejaculation.
I could not expect help from anyone else.
…Wait a second. Does that mean I’m in first place?
No way… right?