1. Jin Seungyeon (4)
Clack—.
Clack—.
Five clamps hung from her pussy.
Her trembling body kept them knocking against one another in a ceaseless, frantic chatter. Two pinched either side of her outer lips, two gripped either side of her inner lips, and one bit down on her clit.
"Heh heh, look at all that honey dripping down."
I gazed at the nectar beading and falling from the five clamps as I spoke.
"Aaah… Aaaah…"
She seemed to have no mind left even to look at the floor. Drool ran in a steady line from her chin, dripping in fat drops onto her chest.
With two clamps squeezing hard from both sides on each spot, her breasts had been pressed flat. Two clamps hung from her nipples, one clamped over another in a stacked pair. Her skin had no spare flesh to pinch, so there was nothing to grip along her flanks or thighs. Instead I'd pulled her forearms taut and clamped them with strong ones, and set big, powerful clamps on her buttocks as well.
Clack—.
Clack—.
Even untouched, her body rang with noise from every corner. And everywhere the clamps gripped, her flesh had mottled purple, bloodless and bruised.
"You've worked hard, haven't you."
"Aah… Aauugh…"
Every time she tried to speak, long strands of drool spilled from her lips.
"We'll save the cleaning for later…"
I set a digital clock down on the table.
"The alarm is going to go off."
Crouching where she stood, she asked in a cracked voice.
"Uh, when…"
"Hm, I'm not sure. I'm just using what they gave me…"
I pulled a chair over beside the table and sat down in front of her.
"You're doing so well, so I won't touch you."
"Ah… Haaah… thamk you…"
She'd been crying for quite a while now. Even with the dried tear tracks smeared across her face, she gave a faint smile.
"Ah, I forgot something."
I picked up the wire.
"Aaaah…"
"Can't be helped. This is part of your training too."
"Uh…"
I connected the wire to the dozens of clamps. Even mid-work, she started crying all over again, tireless as ever. I spoke to the sobbing woman.
"Now then. Shall we be strong and wait it out?"
I read the book the puppet had brought,
"Haa… Haa…"
ate my meal,
"Hauugh… Heugh…"
and sometimes just stared at her without a word.
"Haa… Heuuugh… M-Master…"
"…Didn't I say anyone could call for me?"
I gave the wire in my hand a little tug.
"Haaah!! Hauuuugh!! Heugh. Heuugh…! Hauuugh…! sowwy…! I'm sowwy…!"
"Good. Focus."
When I checked the clock, three hours had passed. Her eyes looked drained of all light. I met the gaze of the woman whose shoulders still heaved from exhausted weeping.
"I think… this is enough."
"…Heh… Heeeh… Huh…? Weally…?"
"Yes. You did well."
At my words, life flickered back into her eyes in an instant. I held the clock up before her eyes, showing her the screen as I adjusted the settings. About ten seconds later,
Beep-beep—. Beep-beep—. Beep-beep—.
The alarm went off.
"Aaaah…"
The expression on her face—relief that the alarm had sounded and despair at having been deceived by me rising at the same time—was, frankly, a work of art.
"I saved you, you know."
"…Huh…? Heheh… Heheheh… thamk you…"
She nodded again and again.
"Then, time to take them off."
"Huh. Huh. Huh. Thamk…"
She must have noticed the wire back in my hand before she knew it. I could see clearly how her blown pupils trembled.
"Aaaah…"
To keep the laughter from bursting out of me, I yanked the wire in my hand with all my strength.
RATATATATATATAT!!
At the same moment, a piercing scream slammed into my ears. The dozens of clamps scattered across the floor clattered loudly, but her scream was savage enough to drown even that out. The black of her eyes rolled up and vanished above her lids. Her gaping mouth showed no sign of closing, and she barely stayed upright leaning against the wall behind her.
When the scream finally died down, the sound that followed was—
Ssssshhhhhh.
—startlingly explicit. Maybe because she hadn't eaten properly, bright yellow piss struck the floor and splattered every which way.
She made a strangled, hiccuping sound, then pitched forward.
"Uuuuuuugh…"
It was a voice like a phone vibrating. Her body shuddered in intermittent spasms, and every so often it would jerk hard. Watching her like that, oddly enough, my fatigue melted away.
I called the puppet and had him clean up. She was treated, washed, and laid comfortably in bed.
"…See you tomorrow, Miss Seungyeon."
At my words, the woman lying buried in the covers shuddered violently and burrowed deeper beneath the bed.
Thump.
Creeeeak—.
Thud.
***
"Director. This is the client of Han Jiyeon, trainee number three from the previous batch."
"Why has he come?"
"Ah, he says he never received his merchandise…"
"Delivery failed?"
"Yes."
"Tell him to take her back."
I pillowed my head on both arms and closed my eyes again. I had no wish to interrupt this time lying sprawled naked on the bed.
"That is, it's this one here."
"Hm?"
I cracked my eyes open and followed the puppet's pointing finger. She was one of the four slaves attached to my lower half—the one diligently licking my right toes.
"Aah."
I sat up and called the girl over.
"Is your name Han Jiyeon?"
"…N-no, Master."
"Then?"
"Th-things like me don't have names. Call me whatever you like, Master."
Panting happily like a puppy, she laughed at who knows what.
"Good girl."
"Thank you…♥"
I beckoned over the two girls sucking my cock.
"Now, here's your reward."
"Haa…! Thank you…!"
She threw herself between my legs. Swallowing my rigid cock in one gulp, she shook her head so hard her hair whipped every which way.
Schluk. Shlurp. Shlurck. Shlop.
"Aah, I suppose this is her first reward."
I grabbed a fistful of her hair. Then pressed down hard, forcing her to swallow me to the root.
Gulk. Kck. Gluck. Gllrk.
Foam bubbled up from between her lips. Tears streaming down her face, her eyes still looked up at me.
"Haa… Good… Swallow as much as you can. You're doing great."
Gllrrrk….
Just before her eyes rolled back completely, I let go. Her back began to arch. Her breath hitched, her body trembled, and clear fluid trickled down between her legs.
"Goodness…"
I shoved the wretched thing away with my foot.
"The bed… tsk."
Rolled off beneath the bed, she convulsed even harder, clear liquid still arcing from her pussy.
That was when it happened.
"Aah… J-Jiyeon…"
"Who's that?"
"S-Seo, Manager Seo…! You said you'd send Jiyeon back…!!"
"Ah, the client."
A man trembling violently with both fists clenched was glaring at me like he wanted me dead. I met the eyes of the puppet standing behind him. He must have let the man in. Relaying my "take her back" order word for word—what a high-maintenance subordinate I had.
"…This her? Well, good timing. You can take her right now."
"You took s-seven hundred million from me…!"
His bloodshot eyes darted between the bitch sprawled on the floor and me. He couldn't help it. Held in place by the puppets, the man could do neither one thing nor the other. All he could do was shake his fists and get hard watching the convulsing bitch.
The puppet shook the girl on the floor awake. Before long she came to, saw the client's face, and—
"…What? Why are you here?"
—asked with pure contempt.
"…J-Jiyeon…!"
"Didn't you send me here, oppa?"
"…Jiyeon. I was wrong. Come home. Okay?"
"…Wait. Don't call me that. I don't have a name anymore."
Standing stiffly upright, she must have felt my gaze, because she quickly dropped to the floor. On her knees, palms down, she crawled slowly toward the bed and stuck out her tongue.
"Heeh. Master. May I clean the bed?♥"
"Go ahead."
She began lapping up the puddle of her own fluids on the bed. She ate so greedily that I stretched out my foot and stroked her cheek. Nuzzling against my sole, she purred.
"…Just like a cat. Don't you think, client?"
I don't enjoy situations like this, but they happen often enough. Merchandise that refuses to go home. Perhaps that's a good thing for the client, too.
"N-no way!! That can't be true!!"
Most clients who come looking react just like that. Among those who cry impossible, there are sometimes ones who entrusted their own lovers.
"A lover, was it?"
To kidnap your own lover over excuses like she's stiff in bed or she's not devoted enough—I shoved my foot into the poor wretch's mouth.
Schup. Haup. Haa. Shlurp.
Rolling her head this way and that, she licked with relish.
"J-Jiyeon…"
"She says she has no name. Maybe if you call her 'slave,' she'll look your way?"
The man didn't react at all. Slumped like a corpse, he looked no different from a garment hanging on the puppets' arms.
"Ah, client, I have good news."
The girl lifted her drooping head with effort. When those blank eyes looked at me, I delivered the good news.
"We had her sign a waiver renouncing her return. And that waiver includes a clause refunding twenty percent of the commission."
I raised my head and asked the puppet standing by.
"How much was this one again?"
"Seven hundred million won."
"So, one hundred forty million."
"Yes. I'll prepare it."
Clap clap clap.
"How fortunate."
I applauded in congratulations. At the sound, dozens of bitches came scrambling, thinking they'd been called.
"Ah, it seems I'm busy today. Do get home safely, client."
It's not that I enjoy situations like this, but neither am I particularly sad about them.
"Now then, shall we have our meeting for tomorrow? Will each of you tell me your favorite part of the training?"
"M-Master! I, I liked the f-fisting…!"
"Master! I liked being hit with the cane…!"
"Master. The fucking machine abandonment play…!"
"Master. C-could we do it with the horse one more time…?"
"Alright, alright. One at a time. …And what else?"