Reward
Leviathan’s face was set hard.
The moment he stepped into the guard room and saw me collapsed on the floor, something in his eyes looked like a decision already made.
“Lee Nayoon.”
“…Mmngh.”
I answered the voice that called my name with a small sound. There had been a brief rest before he arrived, yet my body still held no strength. Even moving the fingers sealed inside the Special Handcuffs felt impossible.
Leviathan approached and looked down at me with an expression I had never seen before. That gaze was… different. Different from yesterday, different from the firm look he had given me since this morning. I still did not know what meaning it carried. I simply waited for his words and his actions.
“You held out quite a while. Barely eating, drinking water only now and then, yet you still went through that much training and labor. Yeah… no wonder you broke down.”
His voice was soft. But why, then, did his face and manner feel more frightening than usual?
— Thud!
“Khuh! Mph—!”
My expectation was not betrayed. Leviathan came quietly to my side and immediately kicked me in the stomach. Agony stole my breath.
“I went easy on you because you were cute, and you just sat down. If you’d at least fainted I might have believed you. Did my words sound like a joke to you?”
“Uh… mmngh.”
I shook my head at his question. That truly was not it. Even now I tried to put strength into my legs, but they would not move. Exhaustion—perhaps something close to fainting—had claimed my body. Only my consciousness remained.
“Sure, you’ve got plenty to say. You’re really tired. You’re hungry. Or maybe your strength just won’t come. But even setting all that aside… you don’t get to attach reasons to what happens to you.”
“Mmngh.”
“Why? Because no matter what story you tell, I am the one who can handle you however I like. Whatever reason you give.”
“Khuh!!”
Leviathan stomped on me again. He kicked my body with his foot—stomach, thighs, ass… even my breasts. Bruises bloomed wherever the pain landed, and when he struck bone like my shins, my mind went blank. Then my legs were forced open.
“Every time I look at an inmate I think the same things. Can I have this one? Will this one be able to endure me? That sort of thing. In that sense, you’re a pretty satisfying inmate. You’ve roughly figured it out, haven’t you?”
What was he trying to say? Yet the meaning of his words already matched what I had guessed. I still did not know why he was telling me directly, but the way he called my name with unusual gentleness, the occasional mercy he showed by adjusting the intensity, and the fact that he never held other inmates… anyone would have found it suspicious.
So I nodded with honest feeling. Since he had spoken to me himself, there was no reason to pretend otherwise.
“Good. As long as you already knew.”
“Gngh…? Ngh!!!”
The instant I nodded, Leviathan slid his lower body between my spread legs. He had already undone the belt at his waist; the thick pillar rising between his thighs—the thing called a cock—was advancing toward my hole.
At the sudden act I thrashed. All I could manage was trembling my powerless legs and turning my head side to side, yet I did not want to be taken this abruptly. If it had to happen, I wanted it the way it had been at the detention center—sweet and gentle.
— Squelch.
“Fmmph!!”
But there was no such mercy. Leviathan drove his hips in as if handling a tool. His cock forced its way through my tight pussy, and pain surged up through my pelvis like an electric shock. It hurt so badly I bit down on the gag hard enough to crack a tooth.
“Mmngh…! Ngh!”
“Hmm. You’re clamping down.”
Why was this man suddenly doing this? He had always handled me as he pleased, yet never had he approached me with such an abrupt change. My pubic bone ached. It hurt so much I could not even tell whether any wetness was coming. I felt every vein of his cock through the folds of my vagina.
It was agony. It hurt so much I wanted to escape. But I had no freedom to do so. Leviathan reminded me of that as well.
“Lee Nayoon.”
“Khuh…! Ngh!”
“Stay still. If you move, I’ll rip these right off.”
“Ngh!”
I froze at the sight of his fingers hooked through the piercings in my nipples. I could not move. Judging by the look on his face right now, those words were not a simple warning. He truly meant to do it. My slightly lifted breasts trembled. If he pulled like that… I really would be ruined.
“Today’s torture for you will be different from the other inmates. If you don’t want to end up in an even more miserable situation then, listen carefully to what I say now. Understood?”
“…Hngh. Ngh.”
I nodded hard at his warning. Once again that gentle tone. By controlling the strength and softness of his voice he was warning me that he could turn on me at any moment if I failed to obey right now. I let my heart settle at the sound of him. After all, I was an inmate. If a guard wanted my body or anything else, I had to give it. Then what did he want from me?
“Hmm. Good. You catch on fast.”
I did not need to think long; the answer came at once. I squeezed what little strength had returned to my body and moved my hips. I still could not move freely, and the pain rising from my crotch was vicious enough to give me a headache, yet I tried to satisfy him even a little. It felt like I had no choice but to.
“Hmm. Yeah. Good. Since you showed effort, I’ll give you a reward.”
“Gnnngh! Ngh!”
Whether the effort worked or not, before long Leviathan seized my pelvis. Then he shook my body as if using a fleshlight. We were not making love. A body wearing a gag, with both hands unfree, legs spread open—such a body could never be acknowledged as a woman. It was simply used.
“Mmngh…! Ngh.”
I enjoyed the present situation as much as I could. Yes. Looking back, I had longed for a touch like this. After I had once fallen to Leviathan’s gentle hands at the detention center, a desire to feel that sensation again had lived in my heart alongside the thought that something was still a little lacking. That lack was being filled right now. A little rough, yet this feeling of being handled… perhaps this was the treatment I had wanted most of all on Prison Island. That must have been why, even with the bizarre experience of being a half-virgin, I had dared to place no restrictions whatsoever on sexual acts.
“Hmm. Mm. Hoo. What are you thinking about?”
“Ngh…! Gngh!”
“Heh heh. You can’t talk, but I can roughly tell. You’re… enjoying this right now, aren’t you? Yeah. That’s why I said it was a reward.”
“Ngh! Ngh!”
For some reason I felt ashamed. Like a child whose secret had been found out, I felt embarrassed and humiliated that I had laid everything bare before him. Yet I could not simply enjoy it.
“Knnngh!! Khuh!”
“Don’t try to pull away. If you don’t take it deeper I’ll yank the piercings.”
“Mmngh! Ngh…! Fmph.”
The piston motion continued. His hips rocked back and forth against my lower body, and his large cock created friction as it thrust in and out of the hole between my spread legs. Leviathan’s cock was too big—a size I could not fully take. So, to ease the pain even a little, I pulled my body back. It was not a desperate escape. I only moved my hips hoping it would go in just a tiny bit less. But Leviathan, who had read my intention, hooked his fingers through the piercings and threatened me. His fingers tightened as if ready to pull the moment I showed any sign of avoidance. Cruel pain settled from the slightly tugged piercings.
“Uh… mmngh! Fmmmmph! Mmngh!!”
Beyond mere pain, the terror of a force that felt ready to tear them off at any moment made my hips rock.
“Hoo. Hoo.”
“Fmmmmph!! Ngh!”
The fierce pistoning stimulated my entire body. Already the life on Prison Island, the powerlessness of exhaustion, and an environment that stroked my masochistic sensitivity had raised my arousal to its peak. In the end, my body reacted first.
“Ahngh!! Ngh! Ah…! Hnnngh!”
I trembled and poured out water. My vision turned pure white. Yet even the satisfaction of climax was a freedom I was not allowed.
“Hup…! Kngh!”
No matter how much I had been used, Leviathan had not yet come. In the end, until he finished—until his fluid filled my womb—I had to endure several forced orgasms.
“Hoo. Hoo…”
I truly felt I had been taken to the brink of death. As if I had exhausted myself again while already exhausted, every ounce of strength left my body. Even breathing, even swallowing saliva, was almost too much. Leviathan, who had spilled his semen into that body of mine, set my panting form down on the floor and rinsed his cock with the showerhead on the wall. Then he walked to the desk in the guard room and took out several pills. They looked a little larger than the ones I usually took—large enough that I doubted whether I could swallow them down my throat.
“Mmm.”
Still, a faint expectation rose. Clearly these were not the pills Jaehee had spoken of that were fed through the nose. My nostrils could never accept pills of that size. Even if he forced them, they would never go in. So he would have to put them in my mouth… and if he put pills like that in my mouth, he would of course remove the gag.
In truth, if I had to choose what was hardest right now, it was not my exhausted body but the gag I was biting. The gag I had worn for two days was too much to bear. I often woke startled by it even while sleeping; every time I did anything or moved, the discomfort of the gag exceeded imagination. I could not even swallow saliva properly, so if he would only remove the gag I felt I could endure throat training or torture or anything else. Well… not quite execution, but I was hoping that hard for the gag to come off.
“These pills will restore a little of your stamina. Hoo. They say the more completely exhausted the body, the better it absorbs them, so they seem perfect for you right now.”
Leviathan approached. He lifted my body sprawled on the floor into his arms. Then next he would remove the gag…
…or so I thought.
“Uh… mmngh?”
His hands went somewhere unexpected.
“For reference, these were made for inmates, so they contain a lot of ginger. Well… fainting is basically guaranteed, so rest well until torture time.”
“…!! Mmngh!”
The hole between my buttocks. Leviathan spread my anus and pushed the large pill inside.
“Heh heh. You can feel it with your ass too? Look how easily it goes in.”
It was a suppository. After inserting the suppository of unknown composition into my anus, Leviathan pushed several more pills in afterward.
“Uh… uuh.”
Far from the liberation from the gag I had hoped for, receiving several alien pills through my anus left a heavy, unpleasant feeling in my lower abdomen. Yet I could not push them out. That would be the same as defying a guard’s order and, at the same time, the same as defecating in front of someone. It was a different problem from the enemas I received every morning and the blue lumps I expelled.
“Khuh!! Mmngh!!”
And the force of the pills was too strong to push out. All strength left my anus. A hot heat. Just as Yejin had once described, the ginger possessed every characteristic she had spoken of. An itchy, burning sensation filled my anus.
“Mmngh!! Fmmmph!!”
It was too much. A sensation different from every pain I had endured until now spread through my body. If I had to put it into words, it felt as if a red-hot iron had been thrust into my anus. It hurts. Someone pull them out! Please…!
“Well then, I’m going to the labor yard, so stay here until every last bit of the ingredients is absorbed. When I get back it’ll be torture time right away. Hmm~ Rest as much as you can.”
“Gnnngh!!”
No! No! Don’t leave. Leviathan-nim! No!!
The guard-room door closed, and I was left alone on the floor. But that hardly mattered. It hurts. It’s hot!
I stretched out my hands, trying to spread my anus. Even with the cuffs on, they only bound my wrists behind my back; if these had been ordinary handcuffs I would somehow have forced my ass open and dug the pills out myself. But what I was wearing now were the Special Handcuffs. Unlike ordinary cuffs, they were designed so that not a single finger could be opened, as if made precisely to prevent this sort of thing, completely sealing my hands.
I put strength into my fingers. I wanted somehow to get the pills out of my anus. My anus felt as if it were burning away. At this rate—at this rate I would die from the sheer intensity.
Suddenly something in my head went ping, as if a string had snapped.
Ah— yes. Fainting, is it? It must be fainting. Please just let me faint.
With that sound my body lost all strength and slumped to the floor. I no longer had the energy to move. The beating of my heart seemed the only proof I was still alive.
And yet.
Why.
Why could I still feel the stinging and itching in my anus!!
Why did it keep going!!
The urge to scratch, the tormenting sensation, the heat, the pain… every difficult stimulus and reaction was being poured into my anus.
At this rate I was going to die.
I truly… felt I was going to die.
Ah— someone… someone please… save me.