Pear of Anguish

“Sit.”

My whole body was exhausted. I had stepped into the torture chamber, yet the simple fact that a chair waited before me brought a flicker of relief.

“…Yes.”

I obeyed Leviathan’s order and lowered myself into the seat. The chair was iron, and where the buttocks would rest a large, blatantly shaped hole had been cut through. I sat without strength. The metal was cold, the backrest a rigid right angle that offered no comfort whatsoever, yet simply being allowed to sit felt good.

That relief lasted only a moment. The instant Leviathan began securing my body, the knowledge that this place was a torture chamber shook something deep inside me.

— Click. Clack.

The restraints were simple. My wrists were still cuffed; Leviathan pulled those cuffs behind my head and locked them to something on the reverse of the backrest. Arms bent high behind my skull in a forced banzai pose. No matter how hard I tugged, they did not move. Both ankles were gathered together and bound to the lower frame of the chair.

“Hoo….”

Only then did I understand the purpose of the machine fitted with a dildo. When I first entered I had assumed the hole in the seat was meant for thrusting into my lower body, but once I was seated and looking forward the dildo sat exactly at mouth height. It was aimed straight at my lips.

“Haah!!”

A small spike of pain. I glanced down. Leviathan had taken hold of one nipple piercing and clipped a slender chain to it. That chain ran forward and fastened to the dildo machine itself.

“Open your mouth.”

He attached the second piercing the same way, then adjusted the chain lengths so the dildo glided toward my face.

“Mmph…! Mmph.”

At his command I parted my lips and took the artificial cock inside. The shape was familiar—brutally thick, yet soft to the touch. It was the same replica of Leviathan’s own cock that had been used during training. Even simply resting in my mouth it twitched as though alive.

“Lee Nayoon. You arrived a day late, so you wouldn’t know—the torture program’s method has changed a little. Listen carefully ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to the briefing for the details.”

“Heup… hup.”

That was all he said. With an indifferent expression Leviathan left the chamber. After the door closed I spent several seconds turning the situation over in my mind.

What kind of torture was this supposed to be? Being tied to a chair and made to suck a dildo hardly seemed worthy of the name. Yet the idea that Leviathan might be showing kindness was impossible; I knew too well how vicious the Prison Island programs were. Only yesterday my cellmates’ bodies had been mottled black and blue from BB-pellet barrages. Whatever the new format, I could not believe the intensity had lessened. And yet… the present arrangement felt strangely ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mild.

The familiar mechanical chime of the torture-chamber alarm rang out—yet the wording was different. Instead of an inmate number it named the cell.

Pear of Anguish.

I remembered the name. Yejin had described it once—something shoved into the pussy or anus that destroyed them from the inside. Jaehee had endured it as well; among all her experiences she had called it uniquely wretched, a living hell, and had begged me to avoid it at any cost. Even Yejin, who usually relished pain, had said she would rather take ginger and yam than face that thing again.

And now I was about to experience that nightmare myself. Had the “changed program” simply meant the intensity had been raised?

Still, I felt no real dread. During the last training session I had been the best at fellatio among the inmates. If the artificial cock was the same model, at least my own genitals would not be destroyed. A strange confidence rose even through the fear, and my worry eased a little.

That confidence did not last.

“Mmph? Mmph!”

Just as labor and training had shifted to cell-unit assignments, so had torture. The moment the briefing ended, a neon display lit up in front of my eyes.

The details were sparse, yet I grasped the outline. How well I sucked this artificial cock would directly affect the Pear of Anguish inside Jaehee. To spare her pain I had to bury the cock to the root at least once every five seconds. And within one hour I had to force three ejaculations; otherwise her pussy would be ruined exactly as the alarm had promised.

The penalty wording was ambiguous. Did the twenty-percent speed increase apply to the Pear that would soon invade me, or to Jaehee’s? Since the demerit points were mine, I assumed it would be my own device that accelerated. Either way…

Ah. We’re fucked…

Fear returned. During training Jaehee had ranked second only to me at fellatio. If she and I had been paired it might have been manageable, but if Yejin was linked to someone… that was dangerous. She had been near the bottom then, and living with her had confirmed she was hopeless at oral sex—she could barely even quiet the Stimulation Spores with her mouth. Seoa, too; watching her I had often noticed how small her mouth was and how fragile her throat seemed. Statistically we were in serious trouble.

I had no power to choose my partner. All I could do was hope whoever was linked to me would give everything they had.

And one more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thing: although each of us had a single designated target, we were in truth a single shared fate. If anyone failed to keep the pace and a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pear destroyed one cellmate, that woman would be unable to move, and the disaster could cascade until every one of us suffered the worst possible outcome.

While fear piled upon fear, the start chime sounded.

“Mmph! Mmph—!”

The instant the alarm rang I flicked my tongue along the underside of the artificial cock. Nearly a month had passed since training, yet the memory remained sharp. When I lifted the glans with my tongue, veins swelled and brushed the inside of my cheeks. The shaft thickened until it filled my mouth completely, then grew so thick I instinctively tried to pull my head back.

I could not spit it out.

“Kyaah… kuh!! Mmph!”

The machine and I were chained together. As long as the piercings remained linked, any retreat of my body yanked my nipples with equal force. When I drew my head back far enough to breathe, the pain in my nipples became searing. All day they had been stretched under heavy weights; now they were swollen several times their normal size and hypersensitive. Even a slight lean backward sent both agony and a strange, milking pleasure racing through them.

“Mmph! Kyaah-mmph! Mmph!”

There was no time to savor the sensation. The thicker the cock grew, the harder it became to suck. Even wrapping it with my tongue and taking the head into my throat still felt insufficient. Unlike training there was no neon counter, so to guarantee the required strokes I had to force my lips all the way to the base every time.

Fortunately my throat had softened considerably since last month. Recalling the old technique, I could bury the glans deep without gagging.

“Guh! Guh! Haah-mmph! Chuu-mmph! Mmph!!”

Saliva spilled freely; my prisoner’s uniform was already soaked. Yet no matter how hard I worked, anxiety kept swelling—because of the sound rising from beneath my hips.

— Whirrrr. Whirr.

I could not see it, yet I knew exactly what it was: something advancing toward me with the sound of turning screws. It had to be the core of today’s torture—the Pear of Anguish.

“Tsuup! Churup! Mmph! Mmph!! Haah-mmph!”

Whoever was linked to me was clearly not sucking properly. At this rate of ascent it had to be Yejin… or Seoa. Or perhaps the device always began this slowly?

Every mechanical whine tightened the knot in my stomach. But the only thing I could do was suck the artificial cock with everything I had. Arms locked behind my head, legs bound to the chair—I could neither escape nor help anyone else. The sole solution was to perform my own share so perfectly that I dragged no one else down with me.

“Tsrup! Hup!! Ah-hup! Ah… chuu-mmph!”

I poured every ounce of skill into it. The cock swelled until it was ready to burst, packing my entire mouth and throat. Just a little more—just a little longer and I could force the first ejaculation. Subjectively I was moving far faster than before.

And then, not long after—

“…Mmph… kuh-mmph… uuu-mmph!………… gulp.”

Viscous fluid slid down my throat. The glans buried against my soft palate spat semen that scraped the walls of my gullet on the way down.

“Ha… haah… haa.”

One climax finished. The artificial cock shrank, leaving a little space in my mouth; I gulped air through the gap. For a few dozen seconds—after holding my breath to milk that orgasm—I was granted a fleeting rest.

It did not last.

“Ah… ah-mmph… uh… ah-hup!”

One down, two still required. I opened wider to begin again—and something blunt and thick pressed between my legs. A plug, or perhaps a long dildo-like object.

— Crunch.

“Kuuuh-mmph!! Mmph!”

Before I could fully register it, the Pear of Anguish drove into my lower belly. The pillar-like tip forced its way between thighs pressed tightly together and into my narrowed pussy; raw pain flared. No foreplay, only sudden invasion. Even the mild arousal from sucking the cock was nowhere near enough preparation for the foreign mass now stretching me.

“Uuup!! Kuuuh-mmph!!”

Stop… please stop coming in. Why… why won’t it stop?

“Mmph!! Mmph! Heup! Chuu-mmph! Mmph!”

Even knowing the cock in my mouth had nothing to do with the device invading me, I redoubled my fellatio. I could not simply sit still and be violated.

“Haah-mmph… fuh-mmph! Chuu-mmph! Uup! Uup! Huuup!!”

The Pear forced my pussy open. Thankfully it felt smaller than I had feared, yet the shaft still entering the tight hole was heavy enough that I had to clench my teeth. It seemed to pause after prying my pelvis wider—yet the mechanical whirring never ceased, and dread only grew.

Perhaps that was why—

“Chuu-mmph! Mmph!! Krrup!! Mmph!!”

—the artificial cock refused to swell easily. In my panic I had abandoned the gentle coaxing of earlier and simply hammered away; the cock’s arousal never properly built. Realizing the mistake, I forced myself calm. If I failed, Jaehee’s pussy would tear. She must already be enduring the same invasion. To ease her fear and erase her pain I had to suck with far more care.

That resolve lasted only a heartbeat.

“Kuuuuh-mmph!!! Uuup!! Haaaah-mmph!!!”

With the cock still filling my mouth I froze and screamed.

— Whirrrrrr.

— Crunch… schluuuuurk.

“Uuuuuuep!!!”

The Pear of Anguish opened its jaws.