Because It's a Punishment
"Seung-yeon. Since this is a punishment, I hope you won't resent me too much."
"...Yes. It's all right."
She answered in a soft voice, as if she had already given up. Strung out hideously like laundry on a line, wrists and ankles hauled taut, her face had flushed so deep a red it looked ready to burst.
"...You haven't eaten yet today, have you?"
"Hah. Ah... I-I haven't..."
At that she dropped her head, ashamed. Breath came hard to her; even in the middle of a sentence she had to stop, again and again, and drag air back in.
"D-don't worry...! Hah. I-it's embarrassing, but... the men in the masks, hah... they've already given me enemas, over and over..."
"Ah, haha. What you eat doesn't turn to waste the moment you swallow it. I only asked because I was worried about the pressure on your belly."
"Ah... yes.... Haha..."
I hate filth. That was why an enema each morning—before training, and even on days when there was no training at all—had long since become a matter of course.
"Well then. Shall we begin?"
"...Yes..."
She shifted as if steeling herself, and her gleaming blonde hair rippled in a wave. I walked slowly around behind her. Hung face-down, her eyes caught mine for an instant; she flinched at the contact, startled, and then settled into a steady gaze. I came to a stop at her back, set the syringe aside, and stroked her ass as I spoke.
"Seung-yeon. Just as I thought. A beautiful ass."
"Nnh..."
The asshole laid bare before me twitched. Beneath it, clear fluid welled from the closed slit of her cunt and spilled. She seemed already used to life in this place. She knew that if anyone came into this room, something was certain to follow—a gangbang, if several came in; training or punishment, if only one did. It was good that she understood. Warming her own body and readying herself like this was, for a sow, exactly as it should be.
"As expected, Seung-yeon, you're a fine piece of goods. Look. Your cunt is already getting wet."
"...Ah, yes.... Th-thank you..."
A laugh threatened to slip out, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. Thank you. So she had already reached the stage of taking words like these for praise.
"Hah. Hnn..."
"Seung-yeon. It's hard, isn't it?"
"Haa. Hah. I'm fine. I... I brought this on myself. Hah."
"One moment."
I took out my phone and made a show of busying myself with it. In truth I was only flicking back and forth across a home screen bare of icons, or opening the messenger to ask the Puppets whether anything was amiss.
"Ah. All right."
"Hah. Yes? Hah."
"He says it's all right to let your feet touch the floor."
"Ha. Really? Hah."
Pretending to speak with a CEO who did not exist was a way of making her believe that everything done here was done on someone else's orders. Draining off her resentment had its uses, if one meant to heighten the effect of the training. I pressed the switch beside the bench, and the leather couch that had been holding her sank with a whirr. A click. The moment her toes barely found the floor, I took my hand off the switch.
"That's a relief. Are you a little better?"
"...Yes. Hah—"
"As a rule, training and punishment are left to my discretion, but this time the CEO gave the orders himself, so I'm sorry."
"N-no, it's fine. Thanks to you, breathing is a little easier."
Even with her feet on the ground, she would still find it hard to breathe. And yet she was this grateful merely for not having to bear her full weight. That was the nature of punishment. It taught her that the punishment was her own fault, and that she ought to thank the master who lightened the burden. In that sense, punishment could be called training as well.
"Then I'll begin."
I picked up the syringe again.
"...Yes. Please... take care of me..."
"Yes. Of course."
I stepped in close behind her and stroked the finely trembling cheeks, letting her feel, slowly, exactly where my hand was.
"Hnn..."
With my thumb I eased her cunt open a little. The entrance that had been fluttering shut itself in a hurry, as if seized by nerves, and a bead of clear slick welled out, slid, and struck the floor with a soft tap.
"Hnnn..."
I laid a finger along the wet slit and slowly soaked my thumb, helping her prepare.
"Haht.... Haa..."
"It's all right. You don't have to hold it in."
"N-no, I'm not.... Nnh..."
I took a step to the side to see her face. Flushed red with blood, she was looking up at me. No—her face hung downward, so looking down was the truer way to put it. I gave her a small smile all the same. She snatched her gaze aside, but every piece of goods reacts much the same. The thumb of my black latex glove was soaked through, gone a deeper black, and I drew that wet finger slowly upward.
"Haa..."
Her shifting asshole seemed to read the movement of my hand, clenching hard and loosening again as the finger drew nearer.
"Haht...!"
The moist thumb settled over the wrinkled pucker of her anus, and the shackles rattled as they pulled taut.
"Here. You've had this used before, haven't you?"
"...Y-yes.... S-since I came here..."
"It must have hurt a great deal."
"...Yes. I-it did..."
I traced small circles over the tender skin around her asshole. Little by little the twitching hole loosened and began to show what lay inside.
"Relax. It may hurt."
I worked the thoroughly wet thumb slowly into her rear hole.
"Aaah... ah...! Hnn... I'm so ashamed..."
"It's all right. Your asshole is pretty too, Seung-yeon. There's no need to be ashamed. It's only natural for a bitch to show hers."
"Haa... hnn... yes..."
Growing used to shame this way would coax her into laying herself down completely, and it would become the foundation of the work of carving into her, clear and deep, the knowledge that she was a slave. The pleasure of watching a face steeped in humiliation, while I was at it, was hardly something to complain about. I stepped aside and checked her face. As expected, it was a good expression.
"Now I'll begin."
"...Yes."
I brought the mouth of the syringe to her asshole. Whether from fear or not, she flinched hard, again and again.
"Don't move too much. You could be hurt. The skin inside is delicate."
"Hnn... yes..."
I gripped her ass, lined up the mouth of the large syringe—it barely fit in one hand—and pressed it steadily into her.
"Auuu..."
"Then I'll put the medicine in."
"...Yes.... nnh..."
I depressed the piston of a syringe that held nothing at all. Air rushed into her asshole and came back out with a wet puff.
"Hic. M-Manager...?"
"Ah, ahaha... I'm sorry. I played a little trick, to help you relax."
"I-it's all right... haha.... Thank you... I-I really was tense..."
How long had it been since I'd gotten my hands on a toy this entertaining? Her reaction hadn't strayed far from what I'd expected. She was encouraging me, no less.
"Ah..."
I barely managed to choke down the laughter seeping out of me.
"Hoo. All right, then."
I set the syringe to the waiting enema solution and slowly drew the piston back. The fluid that filled the cylinder with a wet gurgle came to a comparatively modest hundred and fifty milliliters. I had thought it would be more amusing to give it to her in portions than all at once.
"...I'm putting it in."
"...Yes..."
Her voice trembled. I stood close, so she wouldn't catch the corners of my mouth, which refused to come down. I set the nozzle into her asshole and pressed.
"Haht..."
The solution went into her, a long wet trickle.
"Haaaa...!!"
Of course it went in quickly. Already used to enemas, she seemed to take so small an amount well enough.
"It all went in at once. Impressive."
Bent over, she answered between ragged breaths.
"Th-there's less of it than I thought... haa..."
"Yes, of course. Only nineteen times left."
"...What...?"
Certain the expression would be a good one, I checked her face, and she did not disappoint me. It was splendid.
"Pfft...!"
"M-Manager...!"
"Aah, I'm sorry. You were just too cute. It slipped out."
Praising her looks was the easiest way to catch a change. Whether she tidied her hair before she saw me, or kept up her own grooming even while strung out like laundry—from a shift in behavior, I could read the shift in her.
"...Y-yes, i-is that so..."
While I prepared the second dose, the sound of the cylinder filling carried, stark and unmistakable.
"All right. I'll continue."
I set the syringe to the rear hole twitching in desperation. A long, sucking rush.
"Haaaa...!"
The third as well. Another long pull.
"Hnnnng...!!"
Twenty doses of a hundred and fifty milliliters would not be easy even for a sow well used to anal play. The reason was simple. She was bent over. Take that much solution again and again with her belly under pressure, and she would reach her limit before many rounds had passed. Even if that weren't so, of course, it would hardly be easy.
"Haa...! W-wait, just a moment...! M-Manager...!!"
"Hold it."
I said it flatly. Said that way, I thought, she would thrash like mad and endure it all the same.
"This is a punishment."
"Hnnnghk...!!"
She bit down on her lower lip. Watching that desperate face, I filled the cylinder once more.
The fourth. A wet rush.
"Haaak!!"
The fifth. Another long rush.
"Hnnnnghk...! Haa...! Haa...!"
The chains crashed. She began yanking wildly at her arms. It seemed to be quite hard on her.
"Seung-yeon. If you move like that..."
I stood at her side, clear of her asshole.
"M-Manager...?"
I took one cheek in my hand and spread it, very slowly.
"...You have to endure at least this much, if you're going to see the punishment through."
"Aaaah...! N-no...! I-it's coming out...!"
A long spill. Between her thighs, the clear enema solution began to run.
"Haaaaa...!! Ah, auuugh...!!"
She shook her head wildly, as if she meant to hold it no matter what. Amused by the sight, I stayed where I was, still gripping her ass. What slid down over her cunt emptied out of her at last in a final wet rush, streamed along her thighs, and dripped from her toes.
"You'll have to take four times this much. Do you think you'll be all right?"
"Haa... haa... haa... I-I'll try... I-I can do it.... Haa..."
Panting hard, she didn't even seem to feel the pain in her wrists. Even with the skin around them rubbed raw and red, she gave that commendable answer—that she would try.
"Good. Seung-yeon, let's do our best together."
"...Haa... yes..."
I crouched and met her eyes.
"Seung-yeon, it really is quite a lot. If you keep at it, you'll be able to take all of it."
Avoiding my gaze, she chewed at her lip.
"Ah... an answer..."
"Aah...! I-I'm sorry...!"
"It's all right, Seung-yeon. While you're being punished, you need to concentrate."
I shot to my feet and went straight to the switch.
"I'm sorry. It can't be helped."
"Aah... M-Manager. Please...!"
I pressed the switch. A long mechanical whine rose, and the bench that held her began to climb once more.
"Aaaah...!"
Her feet, planted on the floor a moment ago, lifted into the air. The chains snapped taut, and the shackles on her wrists and ankles drew drum-tight.
"Auuuuugh...!!"
A strand of saliva spilled from her mouth. To the woman trembling in every limb, I said quietly,
"Well then. Shall we continue?"