Chapter 56
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Gangbangs Aren't Easy
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At first, Seo Na-yeon's voice had been wild with pleasure, but exactly one hour in, it changed.
"Aaah! Ah! Ah! S-stop... Ah!"
Of course, even if Seo Na-yeon had felt unimaginable ecstasy while getting gangbanged,
there was a limit to that too.
The number of men who had mounted her stomach had somehow reached seven. After they'd all taken a full turn over nearly an hour, pain started mixing in with the pleasure for her body.
Why do women feel discomfort and pain in a one-against-many gangbang?
For starters, any sense of "consideration" vanishes.
In one-on-one lovemaking between lovers, people usually take care of each other and aim for gentle sex.
Even couples into hard SM take extra precautions for safety.
But in a massive gangbang like this... especially when the sex slave's "master" has sadistic tendencies and the slave can't easily resist, or when reason is numbed by alcohol or drugs for whatever reason,
the men, driven mad with excitement and intoxication, easily forget that the thing under them is a living human.
They treat her like nothing more than a hole to satisfy their lust, an onahole.
The line between "consensual gangbang" and "gang rape" or "trainbang" blurs easily.
"Ah! Aah! It hurts... Ah!"
At times like this, a woman's cries of "it hurts" or "stop" are easily ignored. Her pussy was relentlessly pierced by seven cocks in succession, and among them, Kwak Young-cheol and Mr. Gu wielded thicker, bigger monstrosities than average.
"Guh! Kk!"
They hammered at her cervix entrance with their glans like siege rams... No matter how fully developed Seo Na-yeon's pussy was, she couldn't avoid the growing pain from an hour of repeated forceful insertions.
The pain building in her pussy spread unexpectedly to the insides of her thighs.
It made perfect sense—multiple men thrusting between her legs nonstop, their pistoning hips constantly rubbing against the delicate skin of her inner thighs.
This was the longest sex she'd ever endured, getting passed around nonstop for a full hour, so her inner thighs were naturally swollen and bright red.
On top of that, being raped relentlessly on a backless sofa—an awkward spot that wasn't a proper bed—let discomfort pile up in her position.
"Ah... Aah! It hurts... Ah!"
But the men, their eyes already rolled back in frenzy, dove deeper into more stimulating, more sadistic sex.
Especially since they wouldn't have to see her again after tomorrow.
"Mmph... Mmph!"
Maybe tired of her constant cries of pain, one employee grabbed Seo Na-yeon's head—protruding from the sofa—and shoved his rock-hard cock straight down her throat.
"Mmph?! Guhwek!"
Reverse irrumatio.
Seo Na-yeon might have handled it skillfully in her right mind, but she was far from sober after the booze, drugs, and hour-long gang rape.
Her throat kept getting battered by the glans thrusting clumsily and roughly,
and in the end...
"Urk?! Uuuurk!"
She dry-heaved... and it turned into real vomit.
"Hey, hey! Get the bucket! Ice bucket!"
"Kek! Wehk!"
She puked into the hastily fetched ice bucket, but vomit still splattered her mouth and the floor.
But these guys weren't about to stop just for that.
"Ah... Fuck! W-wait... Just a sec!"
Even as she vomited, the man occupying her pussy didn't stop thrusting.
Miserably, she couldn't even wipe the puke from her mouth, her head shaking as she got pounded.
"Hurk... Uh... Euk!"
Plus, most of these employees had shared videos of Seo Na-yeon and Kwak Young-cheol fucking.
In those videos, Kwak Young-cheol mercilessly slapped her tits, ass, and stomach mid-sex—so they figured it was fine to do the same.
Which meant—
getting indiscriminate spanking on her pussy, ass, tits, stomach, thighs—everywhere—from all seven men during the gang rape.
Slap! Smack!
"Tighten that pussy more!"
"Ahk... Ah! Ah!"
Slap!
Seo Na-yeon's entire body was already flushed red with handprints.
"Isn't this getting a bit too much?"
"Fuck, what's it matter now?"
No one took responsibility, chasing only raw pleasure, repeating sadistic acts like it was nothing.
"Mmph... Mmph!"
Seo Na-yeon's second round of gang rape.
They'd already dumped one load each into her pussy, but seven men was a violently large number.
Normally, after cumming once, men in their thirties need anywhere from a few minutes to a dozen or so to recharge, depending on age.
In one-on-one lovemaking, that downtime means talking, foreplay, afterglow, tenderly stoking the fire.
But with seven guys?
While two or three pound away, the rest recover fully.
That's how it goes on endlessly for hours without a break.
Literally, truly a "train" bang.
Seo Na-yeon's body was already limp and drained,
but to the men, she was just a tasty onahole for relieving lust.
Limp or exhausted, a sex doll just needs a pussy and a mouth hole, right?
"Hey, hurry up and pull out. I'm gonna cum."
"Fuck off, wait your turn!"
The horny monkeys swarmed any hole that opened up, leaving her mouth pussy no peace.
"Boss! Can we fuck Na-yeon's asshole too?"
Eventually, while two guys ravaged her mouth and pussy mercilessly,
impatient and greedy ones emerged, eyeing her anus too.
"No way, you idiot. Fuck her ass once and the sphincter gets wrecked, leaking shit forever. Save that for the finale."
Luckily, self-proclaimed expert Kwak Young-cheol stopped them—otherwise, her self-control-lost lust monkeys would've ruined Na-yeon's sphincter.
Proper anal without wrecking the sphincter takes slow, long prep and enemas—but in this mood, they'd just ram in regardless.
"Hoo... Hey! You fuckers, ease up and have a drink to recharge. Na-yeon's gonna die at this rate."
Finally, her sex slave master Kwak Young-cheol—who still needed to use her—stepped in, and the employees reluctantly pulled off, eyes full of regret.
"Hoo... Fuck, insane..."
"First time doing something like this for me."
"Who hasn't?"
The employees chatted amiably, still buzzing with excitement, naked cocks twitching.
Sharing one bitch like Seo Na-yeon made for great fun—the mood was electric.
Everyone except Seo Na-yeon, lying wrecked on the sofa, leaking faint moans.
Cum flowed from her groin and thighs, down her ass crack, foaming everywhere,
and around her well-used mouth, saliva and cum bubbles mixed with puke, smeared across her neck and cheeks.
Plus, the forced, repeated orgasms—nearly an hour and a half of nonstop climaxes—left her whole body trembling,
her pale naked skin now almost entirely red from the employees' unrestrained, brutal spanking.
Her ass and such heavily spanked spots were bruised purple too.
A pathetic sight, stripped of any dignity as a woman.
"Hey, Na-yeon's not gonna die like this, is she?"
"Felt like she was gonna choke when I fucked her throat."
"Go easy, asshole, kek."
"Then why'd you bite her, Senior Yoon Young-su?"
On top of that, vicious bastards like Yoon Young-su couldn't hold back their urges, biting her tits and leaving teeth marks.
Not just bites— all seven had sucked her tits till they swelled, ugly kiss marks blanketing her milky jugs.
The result of sex with zero respect or care—just treating her like a cum dump.
Of course, not all of them were perverts or villains.
They were all ordinary guys.
But as Hannah Arendt argued about the banality of evil, ordinary people can turn monstrous given the situation, the mood, the crowd mentality.
And Kwak Young-cheol had spent months cultivating that vibe, turning Seo Na-yeon into less than human—a toilet bowl.
First, he fucked her at the office loud enough for everyone to hear her moans.
Implanting: Seo Na-yeon = boss's cocksleeve.
Then making her go panty-less, upgrading to: boss's plaything.
Persistent vibrator humiliation play to show she wouldn't properly resist even this abnormality—like a sheep.
Sharing sex tapes with employees, even letting them fuck her—conditioning both her and them.
Weeks of her unable to resist rape or fisting.
Step by step, building the atmosphere where brutal violation was okay.
In the end, her body ravaged mercilessly by ordinary male employees. To Kwak Young-cheol, months of effort and millions spent was like a mission clear stamp in his game.
"Alright, drink up, recharge your stamina. We can run her a few more rounds."
Of course, Kwak Young-cheol wasn't satisfied yet.
His sadism wouldn't be sated until he'd broken her almost to pieces.
Only then would his company sex slave training plan end. On to the next phase.
And... there was an even more stimulating part waiting.
'What if her son saw Seo Na-yeon the bitch like this, all wrecked?'
It wasn't planned from the start, but
Hyun-seong's gaze at him and his mom had increasingly tipped him off.
That look wasn't just 'anger' at him using her carelessly.
It was soaked in sticky 'jealousy' too.