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The guard room was stocked with implements as varied as its spacious floor plan.
Beyond the X-shaped frame that first caught the eye, tools of every kind hung densely along the walls, while the boxes and storage units beside them held countless items related to the inmates.
Among them was the carrier known as the “solitary cell” in which A691 had been confined.
There were four carriers in total.
That meant any of us inmates could be sentenced to solitary at any moment.
Beside them sat a few objects whose purpose I could not guess—something like a chair but without a backrest, or metal rods that looked like construction materials.
“A691. Since you’ve answered, move at once. Bring the B frame and assemble it. And A522—bind A691 to the B frame. Bind her so tightly she can’t escape even if she thrashes.”
“…Yes. What size?”
“We’ll be running a durability test today anyway, and there’s still what she pulled in the training room. Prepare the largest one. Tighten it well. If A691 slips free of the frame during feedback, I’ll put you in it next. Fifty demerit points on top of that, so do it properly.”
“Yes. Understood.”
Under Leviathan’s order, A691 walked to the carriers, gathered the mysterious metal rods one by one into her arms, and carried them over. She added a large wooden board that had been leaning against the wall.
From the structure alone I could not tell exactly how it was meant to be used, but from the exchange between Leviathan and A522 I guessed it was a restraint device worthy of the name “frame.”
— Click. Click.
“….”
Without a word A691 began assembly. It was simple: set the wooden board on the floor, fit the metal rods into place, and it was done. Like pitching a tent, she twisted and locked each rod until the pieces gradually came together into a finished shape.
The completed frame looked almost like…
A miniature guillotine?
No.
I’d definitely seen that somewhere in SM communities…
The name was…
A bondage spreader bar?
“….”
“….”
Once the frame was assembled, A691 leaned her body against it and settled into position. A522, who had been waiting beside Leviathan, approached her in silence and began securing her to the frame.
The binding was as easy as the assembly had been.
“Huu…”
A691 assumed a posture like a dog on all fours, draping her limbs over the cuffs and shackles already fixed in place; A522 simply locked the restraint mechanisms.
— Click. Whirr.
She was bound so she could never free herself. Neck, wrists, and ankles were locked into their designated rings, each ring connected by metal rods, leaving A691 unable to change her posture at all.
“….”
“What is it, A522?”
“I’m about to insert it. But… what about the oil?”
“Hm. What do you think would be best?”
“…Even with her own fluids, it’ll be too dry without oil. Please allow me to apply at least a little so I can get it in.”
Having finished the restraints, A522 looked to Leviathan. Once permission to speak was granted, she immediately asked about the oil.
I had been watching the bound A691; now I shifted my gaze to A522. In her hand I saw a massive object.
…What the hell is that?
She was holding an enormous dildo—one molded in the shape of Leviathan’s cock. But the size was far greater. Roughly twice as large, a thick pillar so thick I wondered whether a human body could even take it.
“…That’s what she’s saying, A691. What’s your opinion?”
“Please… put oil on it and insert it. I’m begging you.”
“Hm. Already dropping your tail just because you’ve been through it once? Why not keep up the usual brat act? This is no fun at all.”
“Ugh… I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
“Heh. Honestly. You, of all people, so confident in your body, trembling like this? Fine. I’ll allow the oil. A522—coat it thick and put it in. But do it in one go. Don’t stop!”
“L-Leviathan, sir!”
At his command A522 fitted the dildo onto the pillar beneath the frame. There was a threaded socket for screwing the dildo in place; once the solid toy was locked on, its weight made it tip slightly forward until it brushed the cleft of A691’s ass.
Even with plenty of space, the sheer length of the dildo meant it touched her body at once.
Could that thing really go inside a person?
Feeling the terrifying girth between her legs, A691 lowered her head and clenched and unclenched her fists in tension.
“Insert it.”
“Yes. Inserting now.”
A522 poured oil over the dildo—more dumping than coating—then worked it in with both hands until the excess ran down in thick rivulets. Still not satisfied, she scooped the oil that had dripped to the floor and smeared every last drop onto the shaft.
The dildo gleamed. She pulled the lever mounted at the base of the pillar.
— Click. Whirrr.
A small motor hummed, and the dildo advanced.
It drove straight into the cleft of her ass.
“Uwaah… aah!”
But the destination was not what I had expected.
“It’s tearing…! The hole… nngh!! Ugh!”
Instead of the pussy I had assumed, the dildo invaded her anus.
It forced open the puckered sphincter. Thanks to the oil it spread her easily, stretching the ring of muscle and the walls of her rectum as it pushed deeper.
“Guh!! Kuh…!! Ah… ahhk…!”
Anal conquest.
As her anus stretched and the dildo burrowed inward, A691’s hands trembled violently. Her whole body shuddered; the sudden invasion locked every muscle tight. Her powerful thighs twitched first, then the corded muscles of her forearms. She was clearly clenching her ass, trying to stop the intrusion.
“Grrngh!! Ugh!! It hurts…! It’s tearing, tearing…! Kuh! Khnn!”
It was useless.
Bound to the frame, her body could thrash all it wanted and never move. Strength meant nothing. The machine activated by A522’s single lever—more precisely, the pillar driving the dildo—ignored the resistance of her sphincter and kept forcing its way into A691.
Already half the shaft had vanished into her ass.
“Ah… ahhk… s-stop…! Uurk…! Kuh!”
Her guts must have been affected; A691 began dry-heaving. Separately, she was already pouring sweat from sheer strain. Watching her suffer so badly from nothing more than a dildo being forced in, I felt fear for something I had never experienced myself.
The forced insertion looked that agonizing.
“That’s enough for the rear hole. Prepare the next one.”
“…Yes.”
Only after two-thirds of the dildo had disappeared into her anus did the insertion stop. Judging by the length I had seen, even if the toy curved, part of her colon must have been compressed. If the pressure had straightened the colon as well, the crushing sensation inside her organs would have been enormous.
A691 had to take that alarmingly thick, massive dildo with her body.
“Hup! Ah… aah!”
Then came the “next one.”
A522 picked up a small silicone object and pressed it against A691’s pussy. It clung like tape—an improved version of the adult toy once called a Womanizer.
“Activate it.”
“Yes.”
A suction device designed to torment the clitoris. The moment A522 attached it, she switched it on. A faint vibration spread through A691’s lower body; bound to the frame, she immediately writhed her hips in distress.
“Kyaah!! Ah… fuck… the stimulation spores… this too… why now…!! Khnn…!”
The timing was cruel; A691 was already speaking of the stimulation spores moving inside her. In seconds her face twisted with strain as she trembled against the restraints.
“Is that so? I didn’t activate them, but convenient. All right. Shall we begin the feedback?”
With A691 right in front of him, Leviathan continued.
“First, the warden issued a brief notice earlier, so I’ll relay that. Asmode put it roughly, but from now on the guards will mix your inmate numbers and real names when addressing you.”
“…?”
“Nothing major. Next month A708 from Cell 1 is being released, and that bitch is so stupid she forgot her own name. This isn’t the first case, so the warden decided improvement was needed and gave a special directive.”
“….”
“It’s not fixed; we’ll just mix them as convenient. Still, if you’re suddenly called by your real name, respond like proper inmates. Don’t be slow and pick up demerit points for nothing. Understood?”
“Yes!”
It wasn’t earth-shattering news, yet a pointless anxiety stirred in me. Right now we all called one another by inmate numbers, and I myself was addressed only by mine, which let me keep some distance from the “Lee Nayoon” of the outside world.
The number was used because we were inmates, of course, but more than that it severed the social self built around a name; it helped in surrendering one’s humanity.
Imagining name and number used together made my heart tremble a little. The pressure of the inmate number’s status combined with the name that best expressed everything I had been—it felt as though I had truly become an inmate.
Whether the warden intended that effect I could not know, but it seemed likely to make us feel as if our human rights had been stripped away in the real social sense as well.
Well… even if that were true, there was no way for me to refuse it here…
“Anyway. Now let’s do the feedback properly. A691.”
“…Uu… uuhh…”
“A691! Kim Yejin!”
“Ahhk! Ah… yes. Yes…! Uu… uuhh.”
The feedback continued. Leviathan called the struggling A691. Just as announced, he used her name as well; she faltered and failed to answer cleanly. Punishment followed at once.
“A522. Push A691’s dildo five more centimeters forward.”
“Yes.”
“Guhk!!! Ah…! Aaagh!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!”
“Focus.”
“Yes!!”
She held the lever for about three seconds and released it; the dildo advanced a little farther. Even that small extra depth made A691—Kim Yejin’s—reaction far more violent. Her trained body strained under the load. The way she answered Leviathan’s quiet voice with such desperate volume showed how thoroughly her spirit had been broken.
Truly.
I had never experienced it myself, and I never wanted to.
“You still had five rounds left today. Only half… unexpected. Did Asmode do something to you?”
“Hahk… yes…. That’s… right.”
“What was it?”
“The stimulation… spores… left on continuously… and… khnn! My throat… airway… reduced by thirty percent… that was… it… ahhk…!”
“Hm. I see. That would certainly make things hard. My cock needs your throat, so choking the airway was a bit harsh. Still, you know, don’t you? The reason you receive that kind of unfair treatment is…”
“Khnn… yes. I know… I do. Kuhh…! Because I… recently… tried to… subdue… Asmode… so…”
A691’s words startled me into staring at her. Come to think of it, I had been curious.
From the written notes A522 had given me and from what I had heard while entangled with A711, solitary was a temporary punishment for inmates who committed serious offenses beyond mere demerit points. Not execution-level, but used when ordinary demerits or same-day penalties were not enough to control an inmate.
And as Leviathan had said, life in solitary was brutal.
So I had always wondered why A691 had been locked in there. I had never dared ask her directly, yet I had hoped that someday, once we grew closer or opened our hearts, I might hear the story.
The answer, it seemed, was that earlier act of resistance.
Hearing it, I understood A691 a little better. The way she had hurled harsh words at Asmode in the training room and immediately defied her actions—none of it had been a first; that was why she had the courage to do it.
Yes.
Something of that scale would have been reason enough for Asmode to impose a separate punishment. An inmate who had tried to overpower her needed measures to prevent further rebellion. That was why she had constricted A691’s airway and activated the stimulation spores…
…or so I predicted.
I believed Leviathan would say the same.
“No. How many times have you re-enrolled and still not understand? Or rather—every term was so short you never had time to feel it?”
“Khnn… ugh…! Haa. Ugh!”
“Resistance? Don’t make me laugh. That was our failure as guards. Our fault for letting an inmate even dream of resisting.”
But the words that left Leviathan’s mouth were nothing like what I expected. Firmly, from the position of a guard, his conclusion was:
“What you suffered was simply because you are an inmate.”
“…Khnn…?”
“The events of that day may have played a part, but don’t question it. Don’t look for reasons. You are simply…”
A691 and the other three inmates gathered in the guard room all swallowed hard. The next words would be a warning to every one of us.
“…inmates who must endure.”
Just as expected.
That was it.
“Therefore the demerit points stand. Fifty points added. And A691—”
“Khnn… yes.”
“The special rule you requested has been approved.”
Then came the next piece of news.
The words that followed would be hell for A691—and bleak darkness for the rest of us.