The Punishment of Lust Engraved on Trampled Petals
Baek Kang-ho brutally grabbed Su-ryeon's beautiful black hair with his thick, rough hand.
"Ah!"
Su-ryeon let out a short groan at the unexpected pain. Utterly indifferent to her suffering, Baek Kang-ho dragged her roughly deeper into the Torture Chamber, as if hauling a piece of hunted game.
Her body lurched as she was pulled by his fist clenched in her hair, her thighs and calves tensing as she desperately tried to maintain her footing.
With every step, the horrific nails of her sandal heels drove brutally into her soles. The agony, slicing through flesh and grating against bone, turned each step into a silent scream written in blood.
"Aaaah! It hurts!"
Su-ryeon shrieked, taking another agonizing step forward.
Finally, Baek Kang-ho brought her to a halt in front of the grotesque silhouette of the pillory. It was a dreadful wooden torture frame, its thick planks pierced by three round holes.
The center hole was designed to secure the victim's neck, its size adjustable to fit snugly around the throat.
The two holes on either side were meant to lock the wrists in place, equipped with heavy iron clamps to ensure there was absolutely no escape.
Su-ryeon instinctively realized she would soon be locked in that frame—bound in a humiliating posture, utterly defenseless against whatever pain and mockery awaited her. A cold dread washed over her, making her blood run cold.
With a rough hand, Baek Kang-ho flung open the front of the locked pillory.
The eerie groan of old wood echoed through the Torture Chamber. Shoving her from behind, he forced her to bend over, pressing her slender neck and wrists into the open semicircular grooves of the wooden frame.
"Ah! N-no..."
Su-ryeon tried to struggle, but she was entirely helpless against Baek Kang-ho's overwhelming physical strength.
Once her neck and wrists were in place, Baek Kang-ho brought down the other half of the heavy wooden plank to seal her in.
Creak...
With a chilling click, the wooden frame locked together, securing Su-ryeon's neck and wrists in an unbreakable grip.
With her body bent at an unnatural angle and locked into the frame, her beautiful hips were thrust backward and upward. Beneath the curve of her lower back, her delicate anus and private cleft were left completely exposed.
Even amidst the pain and humiliation, her form remained heartbreakingly beautiful.
The nails in her sandal heels had already pierced deep into her soles, and now that her body was locked in place, the shifting pressure drove them even deeper. Crimson droplets began to drip steadily from the tips of the nails protruding through her feet.
Bound tightly to the frame, Su-ryeon trembled violently, barely able to support herself on her tiptoes. Her neck and wrists throbbed under the crushing weight of the wood, and her bent waist screamed with a pain that felt as though her spine might snap.
Trapped without any hope of movement, she was so paralyzed by the terror of the impending torture that she could barely draw a breath.
"Haah... Haah..."
As Su-ryeon gasped for air, her legs shaking violently as she struggled to stand, Baek Kang-ho slowly approached her, holding a horrific object in his hand.
It was a thorned gag featuring a round metal sphere in the center. The surface of the sphere was densely studded with sharp, needle-like thorns, resembling a grotesque hedgehog or some demonic ornament.
The realization that this cruel device would be forced into her mouth, tearing her tongue and shredding the delicate flesh of her inner cheeks, filled her with a dizzying, suffocating terror.
"...Ah..."
Baek Kang-ho wore a cold smirk, his voice dripping with the utter contempt one might show a squashed insect.
"Since that filthy mouth of yours dared to spit lies in my presence, you must receive a fitting punishment. Open up!"
Su-ryeon shook her head frantically, begging him.
"M-Master... please... please believe me... I am not lying... I beg you, show mercy..."
Her voice was a ragged, desperate plea, and her wide eyes brimmed with hot tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
But Baek Kang-ho paid no heed to her begging. Raising his heavy hand, he delivered a brutal slap across her cheek.
Slap!
With her neck locked in the frame, her slender head whipped violently to the side. A deafening ring, like metal clashing against metal, reverberated inside her skull, nearly knocking her unconscious.
"Shut up and open your mouth."
Baek Kang-ho's cold, unyielding voice echoed through the chamber.
With a look of absolute despair, as if all hope had been extinguished, Su-ryeon slowly parted her lips.
Her beautiful, rosy lips trembled with pain and fear as they slowly opened, a sight so pitiful and tragic in contrast to the horrific surroundings.
Baek Kang-ho pried her mouth open even wider, shoving the thorned gag deep inside, before clamping his iron grip around her jaw to lock it in place.
"Ghh... Urgh... Kehh..."
Unable to even scream, Su-ryeon could only choke out a muffled, gurgling sound from the depths of her throat.
The dense thorns of the gag tore into her soft, red lips, shredded her tongue, and ruthlessly pierced the tender flesh inside her mouth.
She desperately tried to curl her tongue back to avoid the spikes, but her trembling muscles only slid repeatedly against the sharp metal, inflicting unimaginable agony.
"Hgh... Khh... Khh..."
Su-ryeon's jaw shook violently, like shattered glass vibrating under pressure, while a thick, messy mixture of crimson blood and clear saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Her beautiful face was contorted in agony, yet the rigid frame denied her even the slightest movement to escape it.
Faced with an extremity of pain she had never known, she felt a crushing despair, as if she were drowning in the suffocating depths of the deep sea.
But this was only the dreadful beginning.
Next, Baek Kang-ho approached her carrying two cruel clamps lined with sharp, interlocking teeth.
The clamps were connected to thin, sturdy iron chains, at the ends of which hung heavy iron weights the size of an adult man's fist.
"Ah..."
Su-ryeon instinctively knew these tools were meant to torment her breasts, and a paralyzing terror froze the blood in her veins.
Baek Kang-ho whispered with a cold, sinister smile.
"This is the tool that will correct your crooked mind."
He slowly brought the gaping, wicked teeth of the clamps toward her full, teardrop-shaped breasts, positioning them over her pert, pale-pink nipples.
The moment Baek Kang-ho snapped the clamps shut, the sharp teeth bit deep into her nipples, sending a jolt of excruciating pain through her entire body.
"Aaaaah!!!"
Along with the tearing sensation, the sheer weight of the heavy iron balls dragged her breasts downward. Barely able to breathe, Su-ryeon thrashed and wailed like a wounded animal.
The exact same brutal torment was inflicted on her other breast.
"Aaaaagh!!!"
Her muscles spasmed as the sensation of her nipples being torn away racked her body. Every time the heavy iron weights swayed, the clamped flesh was yanked violently, inflicting a sensation so agonizing it felt as though her very flesh was being ripped from her chest.
Her beautiful body contorted in agony, and the sounds escaping her throat were inhuman, guttural groans of pure suffering.
"M-Master... ah... it hurts so much... please... forgive me..."
Her voice was muffled and slurred by the thorned gag, but she squeezed out the raspy words, her body convulsing as she begged desperately for mercy.
Yet Baek Kang-ho did not even blink at her pathetic pleading.
Instead, he looked down at her with eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, mocking her like a predator playing with its prey.
"When you dared to utter those disgusting lies to my face, you should have been prepared to endure this level of agony. This is only the beginning."
Spitting out the cruel words in a low, chilling tone, he walked over to a shelf and retrieved two even more horrific devices, slowly stepping back toward her.
At the sight of them, Su-ryeon's pupils dilated, trembling with sheer panic.
"Ah... ah... n-no..."
Through her blurred vision, she beheld the cold, metallic gleam of two bizarre implements.
One was a thick, heavy dildo studded with sharp, closely packed ridges. Beside it lay an anal plug consisting of six metal beads linked together like a chain.
The surface of each bead was covered in cruel spikes designed to tear flesh, a sight so terrifying it made her breath catch in her throat.
With blood dripping from her mangled nipples and her mind reeling from the unimaginable pain, Su-ryeon could barely maintain consciousness.
The mere thought of the even more horrific torment and humiliation awaiting her was enough to make her heart stop.
Hot tears streamed endlessly down her face, and a messy slurry of blood and saliva dripped from her mouth, torn by the thorned gag.
Her entire body was drenched in sweat, making her beautiful, naked form glisten in a way that only highlighted her wretched, broken state.
Bound to the frame like a living corpse, she was slowly breaking under the weight of the extreme pain and terror.
Meanwhile, Baek Jang-mi, sitting haughtily in an ornate chair in the corner of the room with her sleek legs crossed, watched Su-ryeon's brutal torment as if savoring a grand feast, feeling a secret thrill of arousal.
Ah... to see her torn and trampled like that... it's so stimulating. It makes me burn hot in my deepest depths...
Watching Baek Kang-ho's cruel, relentless handiwork, she recalled the intense, lustful trysts they had shared in the Secret Room.
As her suppressed desires boiled over, her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, and the space between her pale thighs grew damp with a heat that felt ready to burst.
Imagining Su-ryeon's agony in vivid detail, Baek Jang-mi slipped into a highly charged, erotic fantasy. Unconsciously, she slid her hand beneath her luxurious underwear, gently caressing her own vulva, which was already burning hot and slick with moisture.
With every touch of her fingers, a wave of intense pleasure washed over her, making her heart skip a beat as she writhed her hips with a breathless moan.
"Haah... Haah... I can't take it anymore... I'm so hot..."
It was then.
Baek Kang-ho slowly stepped behind Su-ryeon, who was locked in the pillory, his eyes tracing her buttocks with lecherous appreciation, as if admiring a piece of ripe fruit.
His gaze was filled with the hunger of a starving beast as he stared at her rounded, pert cheeks, the tightly closed pucker of her anus, and the hidden cleft nestled beneath.
Even through her agonizing pain, Su-ryeon felt a sickening shiver run down her spine at the sensation of his eyes on her back.
The dread that her most private, vulnerable places were about to be brutally violated made her entire body shake. Paralyzed with terror, she cowered as best she could, trapped in a cold, silent dread.
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