This Is a Punishment
"Nngh… haaagh…."
Unable to draw a proper breath, she went on whimpering without pause. As I had already told her, this was education that doubled as punishment—a lesson in the virtues a slave is required to possess. When her master spoke, she was to agree without condition, and even if she meant to refuse, she was still obliged to answer.
I hate talking to myself. I have always been alone. And so no slave I train is ever permitted to leave her master lonely.
"Seung-yeon. You understand this is a punishment, don't you?"
"Haa… Manager-nim… ngh… I—I can't… breathe…."
"Hmm. At this rate…"
I said it while stroking the pale ass trembling under my hand.
"At this rate, I won't even be able to get the dose in."
Around the asshole that kept fluttering, beads of clear enema solution still clung, not yet fallen. When I swept them up with my thumb, a frantic sound broke out of her.
"Hnnngh… haa…! Hnnt…!"
I didn't leave her cunt alone either. Dragged downward as she was, her slit gaped open and shut with every breath, in plain view.
"Haa…! Ngh…! M-Manager-nim…!"
"Yes."
"Haa… I-I'm sorry… I w-won't… ngh… I won't do it again…!"
I answered as slowly as I could. The thumb stroking her groin moved just as slowly, pressing in.
"Won't do what?"
"Haa… hht! Haa… I'll a-answer… I'll answer properly."
"Yes."
"Nngh…! Haa… the education too… the punishment too… I'll t-take them pro— nngh! Haaa!!"
Her words were dragging on, so I pushed my thumb into her asshole.
"Keep talking."
"Haaagh…! Haa. Haa. I'll… I'll take all of it properly… hnnngh!"
Squelch.
I drew my finger out and stood in front of her again. Lowering myself so I could see the face flushed red as a beet and the bloodshot eyes, I spoke to the woman drooling down her own cheeks.
"Good. Then I'll let you down, and we'll see how you manage."
"Haak…! Haa…! Y-yes, I understand…!"
"This is your last chance, Seung-yeon. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes…!!!"
I made a full circle around her at the slowest walk I could manage, and I could feel her gaze clinging to the tips of my feet. Her ragged breathing urged my steps on, but she didn't seem able to say so out loud.
"Ngh… kh… haa…!"
I lingered over the asshole that still twitched, and swept up the clear fluid on the inside of her thigh—impossible to tell whether it was her slick or the enema.
"Haa… haaagh…!"
The panting climbed steeper and steeper. I felt like matching my steps to that breath and dancing. And that was how I arrived in front of the switch.
Awareness.
Ziiiiiiing—
And so I pressed it for her.
"Paaah—! Haa! Haa! Haa!"
She sagged limp over the bench as it descended, gulping down the breath that had been choked off. I held the switch until the bench came all the way to the floor, and then I called to the woman sprawled across it.
"…Seung-yeon."
"Ah… aah. Yes. I-I'm being punished, so. Haa. Haa…."
She dropped to her knees, planted her hands on the floor, and folded forward. With the shackles still on her, prostrating herself was about all she could manage—but at least she would be able to breathe. Her breath was still rough. Even so—
"I'll undo you."
I had heard an answer that satisfied me. And a body that held itself together with no restraints at all was much closer to my taste, so I decided to free her.
Her eyes stayed fixed on my hands as I worked the leather shackles loose. Both wrists. Both ankles. Whether she was trying to confirm that every one of them came free, she couldn't look away, panting hard. Once they were off, she rubbed at her wrists as if they ached. Rubbed raw and red by the leather, those wrists and ankles would probably bruise.
She must have felt me looking quietly down on that hesitant fidgeting. Her body flinched, and she hurried out to the side and prostrated herself again. I smiled at her. She followed with a nervous little ehehe of her own.
"I'll tend to those when this is over."
"Yes. Th-thank you."
She kept her forehead pressed to the floor. She spread her legs a little, curved her waist down, and lifted her ass, so that her asshole was on full display.
"Hht…."
Watching her, I thought I'd done well to untie her. It feels good to see a piece of property try, of her own accord, to take part in her training.
"Well then. Shall we continue?"
Clink.
I filled a syringe with enema solution, approached her slowly, and went down on one knee. When I stroked the finely trembling ass, I heard her bite down on her lip. I set the nozzle against the rear hole that kept clenching hard and then loosening again.
"Haak…!"
Her waist bent as if it might snap. She threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a strained groan.
"I'm going to put it in."
"…Yes…!"
Shllllk—
"Haaaaaa…."
She let out a long breath. The solution that had filled the cylinder went into her without a single drop left behind. Filling the second syringe, I asked.
"If you slip up again this time, what kind of punishment do you think would suit you?"
"Ah… I… I don't really know… either…."
Tap. Tap.
I flicked the syringe that was full to the brim and came to stand behind her.
"From time to time, I find a bitch who can't take a punishment as a punishment."
"…What?"
I gripped her ass and pushed the syringe back into the clenched hole. With a thick wet sound the solution was forced inside her, and she took it with her head bowed and her fists clenched tight.
"I had a feeling you might be the same, Seung-yeon."
"Haa… N-no, I'm not…."
"Is that so?"
I pressed my index and middle fingers together and shoved them into her cunt.
"Haaaa…!!!"
"Look at this. Your cunt's overflowing like this, and you say you're not?"
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Every time I crooked my fingers, the sound that answered denied her completely.
"Haa… hngh… Th-that's… because I'm embarrassed…! Haak…!"
"Aha. So when Seung-yeon gets embarrassed, she leaks slick and her pussy gapes."
Above the cunt I was stuffing, enema solution began to trickle down. At that she spoke to me in a frantic voice.
"I-I'd rather… the education, more than the p-punishment… haaaagh…!"
Squelch.
"Is that so? Then you'd better hold it well."
"Haa… hht… haa… Yes…. Haa…."
She had buried her head in her arms and was breathing hard, but the moment she heard the cylinder filling she raised herself again.
"I'll continue."
Shllllk—
"Haaaa…."
Schlk—
"Hnnnngh…!"
That sound repeated, over and over, and what changed with every repetition was plain to see. The belly that hadn't carried an ounce of spare flesh was swelling little by little. Face-down as she was, maybe it was truer to say it was sagging, hanging lower and lower. Looking down at it, I spoke.
"You look like a milk cow."
"Hnnnt… hnnnt…."
When I kneaded the desperately trembling ass—
Spurt.
Clear fluid shot from her asshole in a sharp spray.
"Haaaagh…!!!"
She drove her head into the floor. It looked as if she were throwing every ounce of strength she had into her sphincter.
"Pfft… I'm sorry. Did I go and touch you for no reason?"
"Haa…! Haa…! N-no…!"
"You seem to be having trouble breathing. I think I was right to set you down on the floor."
"…Yes…."
"If I'd left you hanging up there, you'd have stood and taken your punishment for the rest of your life. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes. That's right… hoo…! Th-thank you for going easy on the punishment… haa… th-thank you… hnn…!"
I crouched down beside her. Seeing the swollen belly, I found myself wanting to press on it.
"Seung-yeon. May I touch it, just once?"
"Haa…! M-Manager-nim…!"
The look in her eyes as she debated whether to say no was funnier than any comedy program.
"Ahem… hm. All right. Only two left now. Three whole liters, and you've worked so hard. Shall we finish the rest?"
"…Yes. Hoo… hoo…ht!"
I filled the solution again. Even while I did, she couldn't hold it, and let it trickle out of her. What she leaked was quite a lot. Whether she was forcing herself to ignore the clear pool gathered beneath her knees, or simply had no attention left to spare for it, I couldn't tell. Even looking down at the thin thread of solution running along her thigh, I found I wasn't particularly angry. There was something almost moving in how hard she was trying. And so it occurred to me that driving this syringe into her quickly would be the thing that saved her.
"There. I'm putting it in."
The moment my hand touched her ass—
Spurt!
She sprayed solution again.
"Hnnnnt…!"
So I jammed the syringe in and stoppered the hole shut.
"Haa… haa… haa…."
And I pressed the plunger down very, very slowly.
"Haaaagh…!!"
She shook her head from side to side. She panted far harder than she had until now, and with every one of those movements I could see her belly slosh. For her sake, I filled the cylinder one last time.
"There. This is the last one. You're nearly done."
"Yes…! Yes…!"
I stood behind her again. Looking down at that desperate asshole, I found myself wanting to torment her. Had this been education I wouldn't have done such a thing, but this was a punishment. So I shifted a little to the side and seized her ass in a hard grip.
And then—
Fssssht—!
"Hnnnnnngh!!! M-Manager-niiim!!!"
She screamed and fired a water gun from her asshole. The long, high arc of solution—something that had to be called a shot—was quite a sight. But it lasted only a moment. The stream she had fired soon died away.
"Oh…."
I let out a small breath of admiration. She was biting her own wrist, growling low, panting hard, tears pouring down her face, looking as if she meant to hold on with everything she had.
"Seung-yeon. You're truly being so good."
Seeing that, I was more than a little moved. And so I drove the syringe into her at once.
"Haaaagh…!!!"
She spat out the wrist marked with the print of her teeth. Drool running, she looked as if she were wrestling eyeballs that kept trying to roll back.
"Haaaghhh…!"
When she moved, her belly sloshed. She was still leaking solution in thin streams, but I decided to overlook a mistake of that size. Her eagerness to take part had been truly admirable.
How many days had it been since she came here? I didn't think I had ever seen a piece of property like this. And so I took out a digital clock. So that she would become a proper bitch. A certain one.
"There. You remember this, don't you?"
She turned her head with difficulty and looked at the clock. Perhaps because she was an actress, her expressions were remarkably varied. This moment might well be the high point of her career. I even found myself wanting to keep it on film—this face, performing a despair so thick.