Creampie
His limp cock hung before my eyes.
The same sight I'd been looking at for three days straight.
Even soft, it still looked thick and long. I stared at his thing and swallowed hard.
"What are you waiting for? Suck it. If you can get one load out of me in ten minutes, I'll wipe the demerit points you earned today. Fail, and I'll hit you with a hundred points for the mess you made with Asmode."
"…!"
The terms were enough to make anyone scream.
The moment the order dropped, every demerit I'd already taken today stopped mattering. The only roads left were total erasure—or a hundred fresh points.
"Start."
And there was no right of refusal. A guard's order dressed up as a punishment-proposal. All I could do was obey.
"Nngh… nnnh…"
I hadn't even started and the sounds were already slipping out of me. Win or lose, the risk was enormous. But there was no other way.
I pressed my face between his legs and voluntarily assumed the Oral Onahole Position.
"Oh-ho?"
I opened my mouth and slowly took him in.
Just like A522 had shown me before, I pooled saliva in my mouth, sealed my lips around the head, and teased the tip with my tongue. A taste no artificial cock could ever give—the taste of a living body. The taste of a man.
"Schlp… mmh… haah…"
Flesh, and something else—precome starting to leak, mixing a strange flavor into the spit filling my mouth.
"Hahp… schlp… lick… haah…"
His cock began to wake, little by little.
Drawing on everything I'd practiced in the training room, I tucked him into the hollow of my cheek and rolled my tongue around him. Veins stood out. He swelled. When he grew too big to keep fully in my mouth, I let him slip free just enough to nip at the root and his balls with my lips.
No one had taught me that. It was knowledge I'd pieced together myself, thrashing through trial and error in the training room.
"Hm. Well now."
It worked—Leviathan let out a small sound of satisfaction. Encouraged, I worked my tongue even harder. If a training dildo had reacted the same way, even a second of rest would have risked him going soft. I couldn't allow that. I sucked with everything I had.
Fortunately, Leviathan's body answered before his mouth did. The more I sucked, the harder he got, until he was so full and tight he looked ready to burst. A real pillar of flesh. All that remained was to drive him over the edge.
"Ahhff! Phup! Mmph."
First I took the head back into my mouth and coated it thickly with spit—preparation for the piston work, to cut the friction. That way my teeth wouldn't scrape him. Or so I believed, wrapping my tongue around him until he was slick and wet.
Reality was nothing like practice.
"Well now. Not bad."
"Ah—!"
Leviathan, who'd been savoring it, reached down and seized my hair. The pull was hard enough to sting my scalp; I had to spit him out and moan.
"Ah… ahhk… nngh…"
Why? Why was he doing this?
Slap.
"Kk—!"
Slap.
"Hauu… uu…"
Then the humiliation began in earnest.
"You're good. Good enough I'd almost believe you've been practicing on the side. Half-virgin, they said—so you only kept your lower hole pure, is that it? You've been sucking other men's cocks plenty, haven't you?"
Slap.
"Hah…! Nnh!"
Leviathan used the cock I'd worked so hard to raise and slapped it left and right across my cheeks. Flesh striking flesh made a sick, wet sound. The pain was milder than other punishments, but the cock-slapping that came with the verbal abuse was pure degradation.
Slap.
"With skills like that, no wonder you looked down on the guards. Just waiting for your chance, weren't you? One opening and you'd wreck us, right?"
"N-no, sir."
Slap.
"Nnh!"
Slap!
"Shut up. 'Virgin bitch' is a phrase made for trash like you. Remember that. Though for a lust-soaked piece of meat who chose Grade A from day one, I suppose it fits."
"Nnh…!"
Slap.
"My mistake for not seeing it sooner. Right, Miss Mouth-Pussy? Feeling good because you suck so well?"
Tears pricked my eyes. Not from the pain. Just from how wretched it felt. I'd only been trying hard. That was all—and the humiliation coming back at me felt like it would leave a scar.
"Fine. You've proven your skill. Now it's my turn to show you the result. Get up."
"Hahk! Ah… aah!"
"That mouth-pussy of yours seems trained enough. Today I'll train your lower hole. On your face. Grab your ankles."
"…!"
So this had been the real goal all along?
At Leviathan's order I dropped the position at once and went down on the floor. Curled, I caught my own ankles with both hands—chest to the ground, ass pushed out. A posture that made perfectly clear what was coming next. I bit my lip.
Surely not…
No. Yesterday at least there'd been a reason. I'd been caught masturbating, so—
So that had been a reason I deserved it, right?
Wait…?
"Well now. I haven't even touched you and you're already soaked. And that twitching… heh. Even a bitch in heat wouldn't look this desperate."
Leviathan spread my cheeks. With both hands he wrenched open the parts of my body I couldn't see, and without foreplay, without any caress at all, he drove the thing already jutting from his open pants straight into me like a weapon.
"Hgyaaaaah! Ah! Aah!"
A violent pain, different from yesterday's, tore through my lower body. Leviathan's cock forced its way in with raw, burning power. The hard length scraped my walls and churned inside the hole as if to prove how solid it was.
"Uu… ahh… ah…!!"
It hurt so badly I clawed at my own ankles. Part of me wanted to scream at him to pull out, to shove him away with the hands holding my feet—but regardless of any will to submit, the body he was buried in wouldn't move an inch. Like something that had taken a massive blow and collapsed.
"Kkuh! Ah… ahhk!"
All I could do was writhe and shake with the pain.
"I'm going to move. If you let go of your ankles or twist your body, you're out. Hold on to the end and I'll count it as a success."
"Ahn… y-yes!"
My pussy still burned. My forcibly spread ass felt ready to tear. Behind me, Leviathan's cock began to move in small strokes. My body, fighting to survive, poured out slick. Little by little the wetness built, and the wet, filthy sounds started.
Slap!
"Nnh!"
"God, the grip is good. Were you waiting for this? Heh. Soaking the second I put it in… Day two and you're already like this. Six months from now you'll be begging to stay here for life, won't you?"
"Ahhk…! Nnh!"
I didn't know if a program like that actually existed, but his words sent a spike of fear through me. Not now, he said—but if I ever got so steeped in this life that I started to be satisfied with it… what then?
I didn't need to ask. The answer was already there. Stripped of human rights. Just an inmate to be used, forever. Clinging to the faint hope that maybe my sister would come looking for me someday. Living days I could never escape.
If that happened… if that happened…
In the middle of that horrible fantasy I shook my head hard from side to side. If it came to that, it would really be over. Don't think about it.
"Hahk! Nnh! Ahn…! Uuh…!♡"
There was no room to think about anything else now. Leviathan's hands were rough. Unlike yesterday, when he'd eased into me carefully from the front, today he simply used me—like handling an onahole. He buried himself in my hole and rocked for his own release.
He gripped my shoulders and lifted my body a little. My breasts swayed; the filthy prison uniform flapped with the rebound. My hole stung and strength drained out of me, but excitement and pleasure came flooding in right alongside it.
"Uu… uuuh! Ha… nngh♡ Kyaah…!"
What was this feeling…!
It felt too good. It hurt more than yesterday, my body was screaming in distress—and yet the deeper he drove, the more some sensation I didn't understand kept circling through me. A faint electric pleasure melting slowly into my flesh. The wish for it to end fast and the desire to make this feeling grow larger lived in me at the same time.
Then, at some point, that melting sensation gathered into a single point in my lower belly and hammered against the wall of instinct.
"Kyaaaah!! Ah… aah!"
Climax. Before I even recognized it, the orgasm that had climbed up seized my brain and body. I convulsed, shaking in pleasure I couldn't control.
Still—still—
I had to hold these ankles. What little reason I had left I burned entirely on obeying Leviathan's order.
And then the sensation that followed.
Schlrk.
"Ah…!"
My mind snapped clear. Leviathan's cock sliding out of my hole—and the thick liquid left behind, swirling inside my womb.
No way…
Right?
"Hoo. You held on well. Fine—I'll count it as a success."
Slap!
"Kyaah…!"
Before the aftershocks of climax had even settled, Leviathan pulled free. I could feel something stringing between the head of his cock and the mouth of my pussy as it left—traces of viscous fluid, no doubt.
"Hhk… uhhk…"
"What? Haha. Yeah. Because I came inside?"
"Uu… th-that's…"
"So what? Get pregnant and you might even get an early discharge. Or we can keep torturing you while you're pregnant, if that's what you want."
"…!"
"And you dare look sad after receiving a guard's semen? You want to die?"
"Ah… n-no, sir. No."
Leviathan drove the spike into my fear with that final line—then kicked me in the stomach.
"Kk—!"
In that instant, some of the semen that hadn't stayed in my womb spilled out between my pussy lips. The moment my eyes confirmed the evidence, I understood a little more about how this place worked.
I was an inmate. Without human rights. Nothing but a tool to be used…
After something that sat halfway between rape and sex, once the other inmates had finished their assigned punishments, we were finally allowed dinner.
The meal was the same clump of pills as yesterday. Swallow the water-soaked tablets within the time limit, submit to Leviathan's inspection, and it was over. Fortunately, just like breakfast, everyone managed to finish within the allotted time.
A691 in particular, still bound to the frame, had to swallow the pills the other three inmates passed her mouth-to-mouth, one after another. A meal that had unintentionally turned into kiss-play. But after hours of climax torture through her anus and clit, her body was so wrecked she just swayed and gulped down whatever was given to her.
The moment everyone finished eating, a small sigh of relief slipped out of all of us.
"Alright. Torture time's almost here."
But the calm never lasted. The second our meal ended, Leviathan released A691's restraints and announced it was time for torture.
"Haa. Haa. Haa. Ugh…"
Even free of the bindings, A691 looked wrecked after hours of climax torture. It was inevitable. For all her relatively strong body, she was weak to sexual stimulation. Just pressing a vibrator against the dildo buried in her ass made her shake; she reacted to every rise and fall in the Womanizer's intensity. Midway through she'd thrashed, saying she was going to die. Once she'd even tried to force her way free of the frame. None of it had worked, of course…
Because of that, A691 flinched every time anyone's hand touched her—even in the moments we were passing her the pills with our mouths.
"Come on. Follow me."
Even so, she was no exception. Under Leviathan's orders, all of us followed him. Knowing exactly where we were going, I walked with fear packed tight in my chest.
What kind of torture would it be today? Could I even endure it? No—they'd make sure we had no choice but to endure.
And if today was only day two… my period hadn't been that long ago. The stuff he came inside me… would it be okay?
Every kind of anxiety pressed down on my heart. It was the same for all of us. Even a shared glance carried the fear. And the torture area we arrived at radiated a more dangerous air than yesterday.
"Alright. Today we start with A522."
"…Yes."
Lined up by today's demerit points, first place belonged to A522.
A691: 50 points.
A711: 35 points.
A522: 30 points. (double applied)
By raw order A691's points were highest, but the penalty on A522 made her torture session the longest.
At Leviathan's command, A522 walked obediently into the torture room he'd opened. Unlike yesterday, there was no rope binding.
"…"
Leviathan went in after her and left the door slightly ajar while he spoke with A522 inside. The distance wasn't far, but the soundproofing reduced their conversation to a low murmur.
And then—
Nayoon? How old are you?
The inmate standing beside me traced the words onto my thigh with her fingers. The unexpected tickle nearly made me cry out. I turned to look at whoever had set her fingers on my leg—and startled.
If anyone was going to ask that, I'd assumed it would be A711. But the person standing next to me, still reeling from the stimulation torture, was A691.
Kim Yejin.