Mad Victory
[2 times remaining]
“Gulp…! Kehkh…! Hah…. Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa.”
She exhaled in rough, repeated gasps. Her chest rose and fell, trembling with each breath. After sucking the cock dozens—no, hundreds—of times, she had finally managed to subtract one more from the count.
A single drop of semen beaded at the tip of the limp artificial cock. It was the remainder she had not swallowed, now dribbling free as the shaft shrank. A fact she would never have known otherwise. But after making the thing stand and taking its load in her mouth eight times in a row, she had learned it naturally.
“Haa… eup!”
Afraid even that last drop might fall, she took the wrinkled cock back into her mouth. Even if it only hung there without dripping, an unoccupied mouth could earn her punishment from Asmode at any moment.
“Chyuup…! Hah… mm. Jjeop… mm….”
She slowly enclosed the cock with her lips and pushed it into her cheek, sucking. Without blood flow the soft shaft met the softness of her cheek and began to recover its vitality. A method she had carefully worked out. Careful not to let her teeth touch, she wrapped her tongue around it from below and sucked the entire length. Fortunately, the cock was still alive and responding.
“Mmm… tseuup…! Jjok. Hah. Mmm….”
While she sucked the artificial cock she glanced sideways and saw A688 drinking down the semen she had drawn out. Her remaining count still read [11 times]. Far more than her own. Of course, as time passed she had come to understand that each inmate’s assigned mission was set to a “comparable level” that took the supervising officer’s traits into account. Artificial cocks that came quickly versus those that did not; a pussy capable of consecutive climaxes that seemed to mirror Asmode’s usual timing. Accordingly, Leviathan—who was relatively close to delayed ejaculation and possessed a large cock—had the lowest count, while Marmon’s, closer to premature than Leviathan’s, was inevitably higher. Even so, she herself was on the fast side.
Eight out of ten completed. (80 percent.)
Nineteen out of thirty for A688. (63 percent.)
By sheer proportion her pace was vastly superior. Now even A688 kept stealing glances her way, as if hoping she would finish first. Yes. If this was reality, she would have to accept it.
“Tseuup. Haa. Eup…! Jjok… jjoook… haa.”
Of course there might be inmates faster still. But even if that were true, she had to push herself. The torture she had endured yesterday—the hellish stretch of time she had been forced to endure because of her demerit points—drove her forward.
“Eup! Haa-eup! Eup…!”
Once the artificial cock stiffened, the real battle of endurance began. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, took the glans first, and pistoned until her throat felt ready to burst. The shaft, gradually hardening with returning blood, tormented her throat; the engorged head scraped her palate. Even so, a cock that had already ejaculated eight times did not spill its load easily. So she added one more secret technique. She had doubted whether it would work on an artificial cock, yet it had seemed effective in two earlier crises, so she treated it as a jinx and simply did it.
She shifted slightly from the at-ease posture, drawing her arms a little inward against her body. From her kneeling position she straightened her waist and bounced her upper body up and down, pumping the cock. Originally she had only meant to try what Shatan had done to her in the training room the day before. Yet thrusting that way made the cock revive faster, and her swaying breasts occasionally brushed the shaft, which seemed to hasten ejaculation. Sometimes, resigned to possible punishment, she leaned against the wall, trapped the artificial cock between her breasts, and sucked it with her mouth. All of it was possible only because of her larger-than-average breasts and Leviathan’s long, thick cock.
“Jjok…! Eup! Tseuup! Jjok!”
This way she could take only the tip of the glans into her mouth, and without free hands the cock often slipped from between her breasts—but it was definitely faster than simply bobbing her head.
“Jjok…! Tseuup. Haa. Haa-eup. Eup…! Ah…!! Haa-eup. Tseuup. Haa. Haa. Gulp. Haa.”
Another successful ejaculation. This time it somehow felt even faster than the one before. The artificial cock pulsed at the tip. She held the flowing semen in her mouth and carefully swallowed. The viscous fluid—disgusting yet strangely subtle, and hard to get down—filled her throat, and a wave of heaviness and difficulty crashed over her at once. Still, it was far better than the reflux of stomach acid from yesterday or the texture of the lumps she had eaten for breakfast. Was that why they had fed her those things? It felt like advance training so she could swallow semen more easily.
“Huu. Haa. Haa. Haa. Haa.… Hhh… uuh.”
Remaining count: [1 time].
The end was in sight.
“Oh my? A713. I heard you came in last yesterday, yet today you’re the fastest. What happened overnight?”
“Ah….”
Asmode’s voice came from behind her. A chill ran down her spine; she turned her head and saw Asmode standing there, licking her lips, a blood-stained whip in hand.
“Heh-heh. To soothe Leviathan’s huge cock this quickly… A713, you must have quite the sucking power, hm?”
“…Ah. Thank… you.”
The question was tossed out like a monologue; she answered with empty gratitude first. A vague unease seemed to signal that she should. And that unease proved no baseless fear.
“Then from now on, suck mine.”
“…What?”
“Didn’t you hear me? Suck mine, you fucking bitch.”
“Uuup!”
Pain hit before her mind could process the words. Asmode seized her hair and yanked, dragging her face straight between her own thighs. White panties under the short uniform skirt. She forced the girl’s face against them and, without showing her own expression, gave the order.
“Haa… nice. Your face is just the right size.”
“Eup…! Eupeup!”
“Hard to breathe? It’s fine~ I won’t let you die. Heh-heh.”
“Kkeup…! Pheut…! Eup!”
“Struggling won’t help. Now. From this moment you suck mine. Pull the panties down with your mouth or suck over them—I don’t care. Just make me come and I’ll let you breathe.”
“Eup!!”
Air vanished. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, nothing entered; her crushed nose was wedged into the cleft of the panties and useless. She was choking! It hurt! The price for the sense of achievement she had earned through all that effort was far too cruel. She wanted to resist with both arms the way A712 had earlier. Even if it wasn’t open defiance of a guard, a small struggle just to free her airway ought to be possible, right? But the thought lasted only a moment. What had followed—A712 collapsing under whip and electric shock—flashed through her mind, and her body refused to move. Punishment itself was bad enough; the demerit points and pain that would come with resistance terrified her more.
So, after only a few seconds of thought, she went beyond the at-ease posture and locked her elbows behind her back as if handcuffed. Determined never to break the pose. With her head surrendered to Asmode’s grip, she used tongue and lips to shove the panties as far aside as she could.
“Mmm~! Haa… good. That’s it~ You’re a bit…!”
Asmode’s moan brushed her ear. Somehow she felt certain this was the correct answer. She worked her mouth harder, pushing the fabric away, and thrust her tongue between Asmode’s folds. Parting the hair like undergrowth and sliding her tongue toward the hooded spot, she felt a subtle fluid different from semen coat her tongue. Ah. This was….
“Haa-uk! This… this girl… why is she so… good at sucking… eup…!”
Long ago she had once touched her own fingers, wet with love juice, to her tongue. Not out of curiosity so much as unconscious excitement from masturbation. The taste then had been like… a fishy sap. Honestly flavorless, and so nauseating she had sworn never to try it again. Now the fluid from Asmode’s pussy was the same. As if proving they were the same species, Asmode’s cunt too was slick and dank. The act of sucking another woman’s sex—something she had pitied A712 for—she was now performing herself, and she felt a sudden, hollow pity for her own self. Taste, disgust, none of it mattered. Yes. Right now she was simply sucking to stay alive.
“Tseup… tseuup…! Tseup…! Haa. Eup…!”
“Hey!! Ah-heuk… tongue…! Damn it… don’t shake your head left and right! Ugh…!”
Fortunately, every movement of her tongue opened a tiny airway. As Asmode’s pussy twitched forward and back, small gaps let air in and eased the agony of suffocation. So she sucked harder still. If Asmode was satisfied, wouldn’t she be allowed freer breath? She forced that single thought into her skull and struggled to escape the uncomfortable, forced situation.
“Uu… uuh… you…! Shit… haa-uk…!”
Asmode’s sobbing voice. She could not see the woman’s face, but she imagined her biting down hard, enduring. She must never have expected to feel enough to climax in front of the inmates. Even without hearing the words, the reactions alone made it clear. At the same time she understood Asmode was trapped. To avoid such a shameful scene she only needed to release the hand in her hair. Yet the more she felt, the tighter Asmode’s grip on her hair became. She must have been unwilling to let go of the pleasant sensation. …Then this was not her fault.
“Tseup! Tseup! Tseuup! Tseup!”
“Haa-uk…! Ah…! Aaa! Co—coming… you… little…! Uuuuh!!”
She shook her head left and right. Each time she swung hard enough to hurt her neck, Asmode’s moans grew louder. Press the sensitive spot with her tongue and make her come. Make her scream with pleasure.
“Kyaaaah!! Ah… ah-heuk…!”
There was an old saying about getting slapped in Jongno and glaring at the Han River. A mischievous urge for petty revenge against what Leviathan had done to her demanded Asmode’s climax.
“Uuk!! Hak…! Eup…! …!. …!!. Eut…!”
And at last she achieved it. Asmode must have bitten her lip; her moans cut off as her body convulsed. Lacking the strength to stay upright, she pressed down on the girl’s head with her hand, using it to support her weight. And one thing more.
“Kkeureup…! Gulp…. Haa. Haa. Haa. Pheut. Haa. Haa.”
Proof of climax poured over her face. Squirting. Fluid forced out by intense sexual stimulation soaked the face pressed to the pussy. Liquid sprayed across her face as if she had washed it. Some she had no choice but to swallow, yet the liberating sense of having conquered a guard arrived with a strange, clean feeling.
“Haa. Haa. Haa. Huu…. Haa. Haa.”
Above all, she was simply glad she could breathe freely again. Only a few minutes, yet her lungs—denied enough air—had burned with the effort of breathing. Now the air itself tasted sweet as sugar. And the moment sweat, love juice, and the traces of the squirt began to trickle down her face, she sensed an odd atmosphere.
“Ah….”
If she had to describe the mood of the training room in a single word…. Yes. This was… silence.
“….”
It was far too quiet. No one was sucking an artificial cock. Had they all finished their counts while she was busy with Asmode’s pussy? But the neon signs in front of their bodies still showed remaining numbers. Then how to explain this scene?
“Ha…! Fuck. This bitch has lost her mind.”
“Ah….”
“‘Ah’? You dare… to a guard… Hey! What are you all doing? Inmates are always the same…! You think you can look down on me just because I’m a woman too?”
Through a slightly hazy haze she saw Asmode, still panting, gripping her hair and standing, eyes sweeping left and right the same way. After confirming the surrounding atmosphere, Asmode exploded in rage. No…. She had only obeyed the order and worked hard. Of course she had not done it purely out of an inmate’s duty, yet Asmode was furious enough that she wondered whether it truly warranted such anger. Then Asmode pulled something from her pocket. A familiar object: a small switch studded with multiple buttons. The instant everyone recognized it, instinct screamed danger and they all turned their heads, trying to take the artificial dildos back into their mouths to escape Asmode’s wrath. But—
“You’re all dead!”
“Kyaaaaaah!!”
“Aaaaaah!!”
“Kkh…!! Ah-heuk!! Keok!!”
“Kehkh! Ah… ah-heuk…!”
The inmates’ efforts were wiped out by a single button. Every prisoner except her collapsed at once. Some broke posture and writhed on the floor in agony. The common point was one: they clutched their throats, so a powerful electric shock must have been delivered. Yet why had she alone been spared? The answer came immediately.
“A713.”
“Yes! A713… kehkh!! Ah…! Keoheuk!!”
The moment she turned at Asmode’s call, her throat was seized. Not by the collar’s shock, but by raw physical force.