1. Jin Seungyeon (6)
Ah, this is fun.
I found myself thinking, once again, that naming this place the Playground had been an excellent decision.
"Miss Seungyeon. It's a 'punishment,' so... p-please don't resent us too much for it..."
"...Yes. I'm all right."
She managed a smile that looked half-resigned, half-reassuring—as if she were the one comforting me.
Stretched out shamefully like laundry hung on a line, wrists and ankles tugged taut, her face flushed hot in no time at all.
Perhaps I'd grown too fond of my bumbling-little-man act, because for some reason I kept catching myself stammering.
"D-did you, um... have anything to eat today...?"
"Hoo. Ah... n-no, I haven't..."
At my words, her face flushed as though it might burst.
"D-don't worry about it...! Hah. It's e-embarrassing to admit, but... the masked men already, hoo, gave me enemas... over and over..."
"Ah, ahaha... r-right...!"
I have no tolerance for filth.
Giving her enemas during 'adaptation' sessions, every morning and evening, had long since become a matter of course.
"Th-then... I-I'll take it...!"
"...Yes..."
When she bowed her head deep, her shimmering golden hair swayed with the motion.
I walked around behind her and stood.
Between her slightly parted legs, her eyes were visible.
They flinched the moment our gazes met, but soon she was regarding me steadily through glistening eyes.
I set the syringe down for a moment.
"Miss Seungyeon. You really are... beautiful..."
With my latex-gloved hand, I stroked the springy curve of her buttocks.
"Hnn..."
At that, I watched her fully exposed back pussy flinch.
From between the closed lips of her pussy, a bead of clear liquid welled up and out.
She had grown quite comfortable with life here, it seemed.
She knew that whenever anyone entered this room, something was bound to happen.
Several people, and it was a gangbang.
One, and it was training—or punishment.
It was a good thing she understood that.
Warming her own body and readying herself like this was, after all, exactly the sort of conduct one hopes for in a sow.
"Miss Seungyeon truly is fine merchandise. Look at this. Your pussy's already getting wet."
"...Yes. Thank you..."
I hastily clamped a hand over my mouth to smother the laugh that slipped loose.
Thanking me.
She had apparently reached the stage where she heard words like those as praise.
"Hoo. Hnn."
With her belly compressed like that, breathing seemed a genuine struggle for her.
"Miss Seungyeon. It's hard, isn't it...?"
"Haah. Hah. I'm all right. I-it's my own fault, after all. Hoo."
"One moment."
I took out my phone and made a show of busily tapping at it.
In reality, I was swiping back and forth across a home screen bare of any icons, or else opening the messenger to ask the puppets whether all was quiet on their end.
"Oh—good news."
"Hoo. Yes...? Hah."
"They've approved letting your feet touch the floor...!"
"Hah. Really? Hoo."
I pulled down the lever above the silver button.
The great cylinder supporting her body sank lower with a low, droning hum.
Click.
The instant the very tips of her toes grazed the floor, I stopped the lever.
"Oh, th-thank goodness, truly."
"...Yes. Hoo."
"To think even this much requires special approval... honestly... I'm sorry. Since it's a 'punishment,' I'm not permitted to adjust things as I please..."
"N-no, please don't be. My breathing's a little easier now, thanks to you."
Her arms were still locked fast in their shackles, so breathing would remain a struggle either way.
Even so, being spared her full weight must have come as a welcome mercy.
I picked the syringe back up.
"Shall we begin, then?"
"...Yes. Please... take care of me..."
"Yes, of course."
I stepped in close behind her.
Softly caressing her faintly trembling buttocks, I let her sense where my hand would be, little by little.
"Hnn..."
With my thumb, I gently pried her pussy apart.
The slack, gaping mouth of her cunt snapped hastily shut, as if seized by nerves.
In the same instant, the bead of clear nectar it pushed out slid down in a glistening thread and dropped to the floor with a soft patter.
"Hnnnn..."
I laid a finger along her soaked slit.
Slowly wetting my thumb, I helped her ready herself.
"Hah... haah..."
"It's all right. You don't have to hold anything back."
"I-I'm not... hnn..."
She was looking up at me, her face flushed scarlet with pooling blood.
No—with her face hanging downward, looking down at me would be the more precise way to put it.
I moved my slick finger upward, a little at a time.
"Haah..."
Her writhing back pussy seemed to read my hand's every movement.
As the finger drew nearer, it clenched tight and relaxed open, over and over.
"Hah...!"
My damp thumb settled over the densely furrowed pucker of her anus.
With a clatter of links, the shackles snapped taut.
"Here. You've had this used on you before, haven't you?"
"...Y-yes... s-since coming here..."
"It must have hurt terribly."
"...Yes. It... it did..."
I traced slow, small circles over the delicate skin around her back pussy.
Each time, the flinching pucker loosened a little further, gradually baring the depths within.
"Relax. You could hurt yourself."
I slowly worked my thoroughly drenched thumb into her back hole.
"Aah... ah..."
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
"Miss Seungyeon. Look at me."
"Hnn... it's too embarrassing..."
"It's all right. Your back pussy is beautiful too, Miss Seungyeon. I'm looking at it right now, you see. So look at me as well."
"Haah... hnn..."
She stole her eyes open.
Looking down at me with her reddened face, she took in the sight of me so wholly absorbed in her back pussy.
Getting her accustomed to this kind of shame was a vital stage of the process.
The further the training advanced, the more her constant whining got on my nerves, after all.
And as a bonus, that shame-soaked expression of hers was a fine entertainment all its own.
"Now. I'm going to begin."
"...Yes."
I brought the mouth of the syringe up against her back pussy.
Perhaps it frightened her; she flinched hard, again and again.
"You could be injured, you know. The skin inside is delicate."
"Hnn... yes..."
Gripping one of her buttocks, I lined up the mouth of the massive syringe—the kind that barely fit in a single hand—and pressed it steadily into her back pussy.
"Ahhhh..."
"Here it goes, then."
"...Yesss... hnnn..."
I pushed down the piston of the syringe, which held nothing at all.
Air flooded into her back pussy with a shhk, then escaped again with a psshh.
"Eep! M-M-Manager Seo...?"
"Ah, ahaha... forgive me. I suppose I was nervous myself."
"I-it's all right..."
How long had it been since I last got my hands on such an amusing toy?
I barely managed to clamp down on the snickers leaking out of me.
"Now, then."
I pressed the piston to the waiting container and drew the solution up.
The enema medicine filling the cylinder was a comparatively modest 150 milliliters.
After all, dividing it into doses seemed like it would be far more entertaining than delivering it all in one go.
"I'm really putting it in now."
"...Yes..."
Her voice shook.
Unable to force the grin off my lips, I stepped in close to hide it.
Shk—.
"Haahk..."
I pressed the syringe into her back pussy,
Sluuurrrp—.
"Haahhh...!!"
and pushed the enema solution inside.
It went in without resistance, of course.
She was already taking enemas two or three times a day, so this modest quantity seemed to settle into her with ease.
"There. It's all in. Impressive."
The woman bent over the cylinder answered between gulps of air.
"It's l-less than I e-expected... haah..."
"Yes, of course. Only nineteen rounds to go."
"...Yes...?"
Between her trembling legs, I saw her pupils quaking violently.
Pffah!
"M-M-Manager Seo...!"
"Ah—forgive me. You were simply too cute. It slipped out before I knew it."
"...Yes....."
I readied the second dose.
"Now, I'll continue."
Against her desperately clenching back hole, I seated the nozzle and drove the piston home.
Ssshhluuurp—.
"Haahhh...!"
The third, too.
Sssshhhluuurp—.
"Hnnnngh...!!"
Twenty rounds in all.
Even for a sow well-schooled in anal play, that would be no easy feat.
The reason was simple.
She was strung out like laundry.
Take 150 milliliters of enema solution round after round with your belly crushed against a cylinder, and you would reach your limit within a few doses, no matter who you were.
"Haah...! W-w-wait, please...! M-M-Manager Seo...!!"
"No."
I said it flat and final.
Because that seemed to be the only way she would manage to endure, tantrum and all.
"Hold it in. This is a 'punishment.'"
"Haahhhk...!!"
She sank her teeth into her lower lip.
Drinking in that desperate expression, I refilled the cylinder with the solution.
The fourth.
Ssshhluuurp—.
"Haahhk!!"
The fifth.
Sssshhhluuurp—.
"Hnnnnngh...! Haah...! Haah...!"
She began yanking wildly at her arms.
Hanging bent like that was clearly taking its toll on her.
"Miss Seungyeon. If you thrash about like that..."
I stepped around to her side.
Out of the firing line of her back pussy.
"M-M-Manager Seo...?"
Taking one buttock in my hand, I pulled it open very, very slowly.
"You must endure at least this much if you're to see your 'punishment' through."
"Aaaahhh...! N-no...! It's, it's coming out...!"
Sssshhhhhhlick—.
Between her legs, the clear enema began streaming down.
"Haahhhh...!! Ah, ahhhhk...!!"
She flung her head back and forth.
Trying, it seemed, to hold it in by any means at all.
Her spasming back pussy went right on leaking the clear solution regardless.
Sliding up over her pussy and trickling down in a steady ribbon, the enema finally drained out of her completely with a long, wet gurgle.
Some of it traced down her thighs, all the way to the tips of her toes.
"You still have to take four times this much, you know. Will you manage?"
"Haah... haah... haah... I-I'll try..."
"Good. Miss Seungyeon—let's see it through together."
"...Haah... yes..."
I crouched down until our eyes met.
"Look at this. It's still a considerable amount, isn't it? And every drop of it went inside you, Miss Seungyeon."
When I gestured at the solution soaking the floor, she chewed at her lips.
"Ah... your answer..."
"Aah...! I-I'm sorry...!"
"It's all right. Miss Seungyeon—while serving a 'punishment,' you must stay focused."
I stepped up before the lever.
"I'm sorry. There's nothing to be done."
"Aah... M-M-Manager Seo. Please...!"
Realization.
Vrrrrrrmm—.
The cylinder cradling her body began rising once more.
Her feet, braced against the floor, lifted into empty air,
Schloop!!!
and the shackles at her wrists and ankles drew taut, suspending her entire weight.
"Ahhhhhghk...!!"
Drool spilled from her lips in a long string.
Quietly, I spoke to her as her limbs shivered and shook.
"Now, then. Shall we continue?"