Training a Masochist Slave
"P-punishment...? What do you mean by—"
Kim Sung-jin's dazed question never made it to the end.
Kim Ha-eun's lower body slammed toward his throat.
"Ghk...!"
"H-hey...!"
Her thighs locked. She put her strength into them and started crushing his neck.
"Khuh—!"
Kim Sung-jin toppled backward with Kim Ha-eun still clamped around him.
"You commit a crime, you take the punishment. A slave, and you just go and blow your load because we went easy on you?" She spoke the way someone might scold a housebroken dog that had just pissed on the floor. "Did nobody ever teach you anything? Guess I'll have to start from the very beginning..."
To think she could say something like that to a man who sat at the very peak of society's elite.
"D-do you have any idea who I... am...?"
"Look at this. He still doesn't even realize he's a slave."
Waking a fallen male up to reality was part of her job too.
"...I-I'm... a-above the... law..."
She squeezed harder.
"A man that important, and he can't even twitch once he's stuck between my thighs? Don't you dare get ideas, you piece of shit."
The very top of the legal world? What the hell did any of that matter here?
"I don't give a damn who you are. I don't give a flying fuck if you're the president or God himself, you hear me?"
The old Kim Ha-eun — the one with a temper — was coming out. At first the sheer weight of the title Chief Prosecutor had made her wary of him.
"From now on, you're just a cuckold slave who fetches money for Master."
This place was a space where social standing meant nothing. Only raw instinct, physicality, the sheer fact of existing as an animal had any value at all. Which meant that a man who couldn't even move against Master's female slave — let alone Master himself — was, in this space, nothing more than the lowest slave in the hierarchy.
"Ghk... khuh...!"
Kim Sung-jin grabbed her legs with both hands, trying to pry the thighs from his throat.
"...What's this supposed to be? Are you even trying?"
He was a man, yes — but a man in his mid-fifties, with the unhealthy habits of someone who lived in a chair, overworked by a brutal schedule, drained by the consecutive orgasms he'd just had, and now losing oxygen to his brain in real time. Under that pile of disadvantages, the hands he was straining with shook and simply would not produce any force.
If I squeeze too hard, he might actually die.
Kim Ha-eun, by contrast, was a muscular woman in her twenties, healthy enough to work as a fitness instructor.
"Ha... I didn't think I'd have to go easy on a man."
Kim Sung-jin's pathetic display left her speechless. The gulf between him and Master — that powerful man who broke women and used them as he pleased — was heaven and earth.
"Tsk..."
A pure, clean disgust rose in her toward the weak. The weak could only plead and appeal to emotion.
"S-stop... I'm going to... d-die..."
"I'm choking you so you'll die. Until you learn your place."
Choice belonged only to the strong. A weak man's leash was already in their hands.
"I'll let go once you figure out what you are."
By now he had to understand what she wanted from him. But whether it was pride or something else, Kim Sung-jin still would not bend.
"Nngh..."
It twitched.
"The fuck?"
Or maybe he was actually enjoying this.
"Why is your dick getting hard? Are you insane?"
"Wow... I was going to train you into a masochist, but I never needed to, did I? Getting hard while a woman beats the shit out of you and chokes you out... you were a severe, born masochist from the start."
That was it. Even with his carotid arteries crushed and his breathing a struggle...
"Give up already and apologize properly! You're going to die like this, you know that? You can cling to your pride all you want — I'm not letting go."
"Ghhhk...!"
She squeezed. To be able to die with a woman's thighs around your throat — for a masochist, wasn't that a beautiful way to go? His cock sprang up.
"Ha... this bastard's getting off even more..."
"G-guuhhk...!"
Kim Sung-jin's eyes were rolling back in real time. He was about to pass out.
"Disgusting..."
There was no chance her legs would slacken.
"Haha, go easy, Ha-eun~ If he dies, that's a pain in the ass~"
Of course, she didn't care in the slightest about Kim Sung-jin's safety. But she took Master's casual order as absolute law.
"Y-yes...!"
Kim Ha-eun eased off just enough that he wouldn't black out, adjusting her grip so he wouldn't lose consciousness.
"It wasn't the wind that made the traveler take his coat off. It was the sun~ You know what I mean, right?"
At Master's follow-up advice, Kim Ha-eun got it.
"...Ah...!"
She let him go.
"Puhhaaah—!"
Kim Sung-jin sucked in air on the razor's edge of passing out. Meanwhile Kim Ha-eun was already on her feet and coming back with something in her hand — before he could even collect himself.
I-I'm... alive...
Five seconds after being released, Kim Sung-jin was pinned again.
"Ghk...!"
"H-huh...?"
Kim Ha-eun pressed something against his cock.
"W-wait...!"
The toy hummed to life.
"GYAAAAH—!"
It was the dildo that had been buried in Jang Hyo-jin's pussy. She cranked it to maximum vibration and mashed it violently against his little dick.
"I-I-I surrender! I was wrong! So please, stop...!"
Kim Sung-jin's declaration of defeat came out instantly. The pain-to-pleasure ratio was so high he tucked his tail at once.
"If you're surrendering, start with how you talk. How long are you going to keep speaking to me like that?"
"T-that's...!"
Surrender in name only. His attitude was still garbage. If he still wouldn't break, Kim Ha-eun had no reason to go easy.
"...This is exactly why I said I'd educate you."
The vibrator roared.
"Aaaagh—!"
She tormented the densely nerved, hypersensitive tip of his glans, crushed the shaft and sent damage through his entire prostate, and pressed down on a man's vital point — his balls — driving Kim Sung-jin toward the edge.
"N-not there... seriously... don't...!"
I-I'm dying...! That spot will actually kill me...!
To a man it was as good as a lifeline.
"You bow when it's time to bow. Miss this and you miss your chance."
Handing your lifeline to someone else — that was the life of the weak. The life of a slave whose human rights had been stripped away.
Meanwhile Master, the strong one watching all of this, decided to send reinforcements for the hard-working Kim Ha-eun.
"Aigoo... I can't even watch this~ hahaha. Hyo-jin, go give Ha-eun a hand, would you? Looks like your husband needs some educating."
"Y-yeess...♡"
At Master's command, Jang Hyo-jin crawled on all fours toward her husband and slipped off her bikini bottoms.
"Y-you...! What are you— ghk...!"
"What does it look like~ I'm cleaning up after my idiot husband~"
She tied the micro-bikini bottoms — soaked through with Master's semen and her own juices — around her husband's cock. Tied that tight, blood pooled hard in his already-erect cock, just like before.
"M-my dick... it's going to burst...!"
His little cock screamed. A fierce vibration was ringing all the way into the deep of his prostate, and now that same cock, taking the vibration head-on, was bound the way it had been before. He was going out of his mind.
"I-it'll tear...! For real...! It actually tore—!"
But his cry never finished. Kim Ha-eun's thighs cut it off.
"Ghk...?!"
"It's because you're so hopelessly stupid~ Making even me have to get my hands dirty..."
Not that it would have mattered if the words had gotten through. They didn't care in the slightest.
"There. Done..."
Jang Hyo-jin had finished an ugly, thorough knot. She'd cinched it incomparably tighter than before, and a pain like fire inside his urethra slammed into his brain.
"Ooogh?! OOOOGH!!!"
His whole body bucked and screamed.
"Stay still. Thrashing isn't going to make me let go."
There was no world in which he overpowered Kim Ha-eun.
M-my lower back...!
The pain was so severe it was starting to hit the very core of him.
If this keeps going...!
It really felt like something terrible was about to happen.
"I-I'm..."
"What was that?"
"I'm shorry...!"
Kim Sung-jin finally broke, and started showing proper manners.
"I... I wash wrong...! Please... forgive me...!"
"Too late."
"W-what...?!"
That bus had left a long time ago.
"Tucking your tail now doesn't change anything. You still have to take your punishment for blowing your load without permission."
To lock the hierarchy in place, she would not let his mistake or his attitude slide. If she wanted a lasting example planted in his heart, the punishment had to be finished.
"You like leaking it out, don't you? Fine. I'll make you come as much as you want."
She would not stop until forced climax wrecked his body, his mind, his brain, and his cock with pleasure. What dropped a person into hell wasn't pain. It was pleasure.
There was just one problem.
"B-but...!"
Even if he tried to come, his cock was cinched tight in his wife's bikini bottoms. It twitched and twitched — he wanted to shoot, but physically, nothing could get out. Unlike the earlier bet, she'd bound him tight enough to block the urethra itself.
"What? I told you to come. I'll even rub your dick for you."
She rubbed. Even a beauty like Kim Ha-eun tormenting him couldn't make it happen.
"Ha... you never come when you're actually told to, do you? You don't listen, and this dick is seriously defective..."
And still she drove him, tormenting him without end, shoving him toward the brink and over the edge into hell.
"P-pleash...!"
Kim Sung-jin looked up at Kim Ha-eun with pleading eyes. All that came back was contempt.
"Ugh... don't look at me with those eyes... it's disgusting..."
"Sorry, Ha-eun... this man just has no sense. I'll cover them for now..."
His wife, Jang Hyo-jin, apologized for him, then untied her bikini top and covered his eyes with it. His eyes were on the small side, so even that scrap of fabric was enough. Honestly.
"That's better."
At least it blocked that oppressive gaze of his.
Meanwhile Master, who'd been watching the whole thing, was already thinking ahead.
Aigoo... thanks to Kim Sung-jin, Hyo-jin's naked again...
He walked off to fetch another swimsuit for Jang Hyo-jin. While he was at it, he was already planning the next round.
Come to think of it, Hyo-jin's body... all slick with sweat. That felt good. Been a while. Maybe I'll slather her in oil and have some fun? Heh.