Assigning Demerit Points
"Every time you get locked up, you hog the executions all to yourself… so the tension starts to drop, you know? That's why, starting with this next execution, I've decided to exclude you from the candidates."
"…Ugh! Y-yes…? What… sob… what do you mean…!"
"It seems impossible to break you with physical pain alone…. That would just dilute the original meaning of an execution. So I've decided to give you a special kind of mental torment—a Special Execution. Hmm… to give a simple example, well."
Leviathan let the pause hang.
Meanwhile A691's expression grew steadily darker. She trembled with anxiety as if her weakness had been seized, looking so pitiful that the misery on her face seemed worse than anything the torture frame itself was doing to her.
Then came Leviathan's example.
"Like making you experience being thrown into the Solitary Confinement Area instead of just locked in solitary… something along those lines."
The words were hard to grasp. Solitary meant being shut inside that carrier over there. But I knew nothing about the Solitary Confinement Area. Hoping she might understand, I turned toward A711 seated beside me, yet she too wore only a blank look of incomprehension.
The other two inmates, however, were different.
"…!"
"…H-hiiik!"
Unlike the two of us who had no idea of the gravity, the experienced A522 and the designated A691 reacted with a severity that looked close to seizure. A522 bit her nails like a patient in the grip of anxiety, while A691 hung her head and shook. As if the pressure of the womanizer and the dildo on the frame right now were nothing, she trembled as though chilled to the bone, her face crumpling. Even just hearing the words, tears dripped steadily from her eyes.
"Haha. That's a good reaction. But don't worry. That system isn't exclusive to you."
"Th-then…?"
"Hey. I haven't given you permission to speak, yet you keep yapping?"
"Hup…! S-sorry… no, I mean…!"
"Heh heh. Not used to it, so you're pretty flustered, huh? The famous Trainer Kim Yejin who was doing so well out there?"
"Hic…"
The sense of degradation from being called by her real name was immense. At the sound of it, A691—no, Yejin—hung her head. Even I, watching, could feel her wretched heart; she trembled with humiliation and fear. A body trained to perfection, yet her mind was breaking.
Watching that, Leviathan laid out both the carrot he had prepared and the whip he held ready in his heart at the perfect moment.
"The subjects and methods for the Special Execution will be selected once a month through a meeting of the guards. No limit on numbers; for anyone who accumulates three hundred or more demerit points in a month, the guards will decide based on the attitude they've shown so far and their demeanor as an inmate."
"…"
"In other words, even if your demerit points are high, you could be excluded from regular execution and sent as a Special Execution candidate. Conversely, even if your points are low, once you pass the threshold, anyone can become a Special Execution subject."
In short, an extreme play. An additional version of the execution system had been created. Hellish news for the inmates.
"Instead, the Special Execution will be designed to be weaker in physical pain than a regular execution. But we'll amp up the sexual aspects, so that depending on the person, they might find the Special Execution even more agonizing."
"…Ugh!"
"…Exactly like you, A691. Kim Yejin."
"Kh…!"
With an expression as if the world had collapsed, A691 squeezed her eyes shut. What was she thinking? I couldn't know exactly, but from the conversation it seemed her weakness had been completely seized. She had looked like she could endure any torture, and in reality, even when she rebelled against or submitted to the guards, she would recover right away and act cocky—yet her current attitude was clearly different from usual. Proof of that was vividly displayed right before our eyes.
— Drip…. drip….
"Hahaha. What? Did you piss yourself? Heh heh. Hey. A691… no, Kim Yejin. You really… bwahahahaha. Oh my. Were you that scared? Haha."
"…"
Despite the shameful berating, A691's head did not rise again. As Leviathan said, small droplets were falling one by one from her lower body where she had wet herself. With her anus plugged by the dildo and the womanizer's stimulation continuing, her lower body should have been tensed with force, yet she had wet herself enough to ignore that—she must have received quite a shock.
"Alright. Next, A522. Park Jaehee."
"Yes!"
Ignoring her, Leviathan continued the feedback. Next was A522. Hearing her name for the first time. She who shared the same name as a classmate from my past; when she answered, I somehow felt the wall between reality and Prison Island cracking. It felt like I was sinking deeper into the image of being an inmate.
"You put in some effort at the end and made it to seven times. Since three times have to be processed as demerits, the demerit points from the training room are thirty."
"…Yes."
"You get a double demerit penalty, so effectively sixty points. That's the highest demerit day you've had this whole month. Today's torture feels a bit harsh for you. Well, it's not like you can choose the timing."
"…"
I learned a new fact. A522, who had a strong image of proper living, had a penalty applied. Double demerit points. In other words, the risk of reaching execution was twice as high as for other inmates. Ah. So that was why she feared demerit points so much.
"Nothing particular to say. The training time ended early so we have some time left. Since just sitting still till then is boring, go over next to A691 there, stick a dildo to the floor, and fuck yourself with your pussy for the three times you couldn't fill. You know where the dildos are, right?"
"…Yes. I know."
"Fill the unfilled count with your own climaxes. It won't be hard, but if you finish too fast I'll give you a new task, and if too slow I'll extend the torture time by the unfilled amount. Figure it out yourself."
"Yes."
With simple feedback, A522's turn ended. She took a large dildo from the drawer where the tools were gathered. It was the same shape as the one modeled after Leviathan's that I had sucked and licked yesterday. Holding it, she crawled over next to A691, stuck the dildo to the floor, spread her legs, and slowly fitted the tip into her pussy.
"Haugh… ah… aaa! Ugh!"
Having put it in hastily without any foreplay, A522 soon cried out in pain. From that sight I recalled being fucked by Leviathan yesterday. Back then my chest had blocked the view of my lower body…. Thinking that what A522 was doing now was similar to what had been happening to my lower half made the space between my legs feel moist. Even though it wasn't happening to me right now, somehow… excitement bloomed.
"Mmm… euk."
As A522's moans rang out then—
"Alright. Don't get distracted. Next. A711. Luia Chambers."
"Yes."
Leviathan called A711 next. At his call she crawled to his feet, her long blonde hair fluttering. After that it was the same as with A522. The number of times she hadn't filled in today's training was three, and including demerits she had received without my knowledge, the total demerit points she accumulated today were thirty-five.
"You too, fill the unfilled count with your own hands just like A522. Go on!"
"Yes. Understood."
The disposition was the same as the one given to A711. She crawled across the floor to next to A522 and carefully spread her legs in a humiliating pose beside the struggling woman.
"Khuh! Ahhuut…!"
"Hiuk… uut…!"
The voices of the two beauties rang through the guard room.
"Kyaaaaugh! S-stop…! I can't anymore! Can't can't!"
No—three. A691, who had kept silent for a while, also seemed to have reached her limit, screaming beyond moans and thrashing. A strange liquid dripped steadily from below her lower body. Viscosity and smell distinctly different from the earlier wetting. But no one in the guard room cast a glance her way.
"Gueeeugh! Aaa! Ahuk!"
Even after the mess happened, it was the same. I could feel the smell of the sprayed liquid and her thrashing body. But… as long as Leviathan wasn't looking, there was nothing we could do.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
"Auuuu! Haugh!"
With A691's moans mixed with those of the two inmates, the atmosphere in the guard room heated up in a strange direction. A throbbing feeling I couldn't help. Even amid the coldly settled sensations, some unknown exhilaration flushed my cheeks red.
"A713. Lee Nayoon."
And then it was my turn. I crawled before Leviathan with a tense look. Fear as if being dragged to the Slaughterhouse. Before the absolute dominator Leviathan sitting with legs crossed in a robust posture, clad only in a shabby prison uniform, crawling to hear my disposition—what kind of figure did I cut?
"Your performance today was good. You did so well it makes yesterday's last place look pale. Changing this much overnight, you're high-quality inmate material."
Praise that wasn't quite praise was bestowed on me. At the same time his hand touched my head. A small stroke following my hair made me feel a strange sense of pride and joy. But that kindness went only that far.
"Ah…!"
The moment his hand that had come down my hair grabbed my chin, I couldn't help but let out a small moan. Because Leviathan, lifting my chin to meet his gaze, was glaring at me with sharp eyes.
"But unfortunately, you'll still have to take demerit points. Ten demerit points added for one unfulfilled time."
"…Yes."
"And looking at the records, you made a mistake with Lord Asmode."
Ah, that… Should I speak? Honestly I had a lot to say on that topic. Simply calling it my fault was unfair because it happened due to Asmode's command, so even the previous demerits had an unjust aspect. But there were also points hard to say outright. To the point I couldn't stake my conscience on it; at that time I hadn't purely shaken my head left and right. There had been a bit of a desire to give Asmode a hard time, so regardless of her reaction, collapsing her body was indeed my will. Thus the choice I could make was one.
"…"
"Why no words? Are you admitting it?"
Silence, and a nodding head, was the answer. To Leviathan's question I obediently admitted the crime. Even if I denied it, digging would inevitably bring out my true feelings, so for me who had resolved to always answer honestly and immediately on Prison Island… there was only one option.
"Good. Since you admit it readily, I'll give you a fitting punishment."
"…Yes."
In the end this was destined. Even if I luckily demonstrated an unknown ability and quickly reduced the count, like the proverb that human affairs are like a horse's fortune, this was fated to happen. Would I receive corporal punishment right away? Or demerit points? If possible I wanted to choose the former and get through this moment with punishment. I knew demerit points disappear after the end of the month, but for me who had filled too many on the first day, adding even a little more risk of execution was… a path too scary and frightening.
"Why are you crying?"
"Yes…? Ah…"
Lifting my chin like that, Leviathan asked. Only then did I notice the tears flowing down my cheeks. My body had reacted first to the fear felt unconsciously.
"Hmm… or is it because you feel wronged? 'If it weren't for the guard's command, I would have filled the count. It became like this because of the guard's command. I am wronged.' Something like that?"
"N-no… I… that is…"
I tried to say no. But the moment I heard Leviathan's point, a doubt arose in one corner of my heart. Could I really say no? Otherwise, why did I cry? A small suspicion squeezed my heart.
"Forget it. That's not important."
"…I-I'm sorry."
"Stop sniveling. Geez. Showing off your newbie status so hard—you're a high-maintenance inmate."
— Slap
"Uut!"
He slapped me across the face. My hair scattered under the strong hand, and my cheek quickly flushed red.
"Asking and explaining further seems meaningless, so I'll just ask your body."
Ah. What did that mean? As I looked at the ground, caressing my burning cheek, Leviathan gave the order. The command issued with declarative words was…
"Since you sucked so well today, we just need to check whether you were really a bitch who could have filled the count or not."
It was a truth game.
"You sucked Lord Asmode's so well, right? Then prove it. If you suck mine well too, I'll consider it not a mistake of yours but a situation created by real ability."
Saying so, Leviathan pulled his pants down.