You Came Just From Getting Your Pussy Spanked?
"Did you have sweet dreams last night, Seoyeon?"
Yoo Jimin's voice was impossibly tender. She gazed at her friend — who had spent the entire night writhing through a hell of pleasure — and a satisfied smile curved her lips.
She stepped between Han Seoyeon's bound legs and carefully drew out the slick, sticky vibrating egg that had tormented her pussy all night. The clips connected to the egg fell away from her nipples, and Seoyeon felt a faint sting of pain wash through her, followed by a rush of relief. The hole the egg had vacated was swollen and puffy, soaked to a glistening sheen with a mixture of clear juices and sweat.
"Oh my."
Yoo Jimin held her fingers — coated in that transparent fluid — right under Seoyeon's nose.
"You're completely soaked. It smells so filthy."
She pressed her fingers to Seoyeon's lips and forced her to lick them clean. The salty, faintly metallic taste of her own fluids made Seoyeon fight back a gag. Yoo Jimin leaned in and whispered into her ear like a devil.
"So... do you want me to fuck that pussy of yours?"
At those words, Han Seoyeon's pupils trembled violently.
Want her to fuck it?
Not once — not for a single moment through the entire night — had she been able to shake that thought. She had been maddeningly itchy, burning hot, and hollow. How many times had she screamed that she wanted to be pounded, not by this hunk of machinery, but by a real man's hot, hard cock? But reason and pride still remained, and they would not permit those words to leave her mouth.
"..."
Instead of answering, she turned her head away. Yoo Jimin caught the meaning of that silence and let out a little giggle.
"Still haven't come to your senses, have you, our little princess?"
Yoo Jimin reached out and pulled out the last remaining egg that had been plugging Seoyeon's anus. The moment both holes were finally empty, a hollow ache bloomed inside her, and the subtle thirst only grew worse.
"It's fine. You'll end up crying and begging me to fuck you anyway."
Yoo Jimin pulled a small, soft makeup brush from the duffel bag. With a satisfied smile, she settled back between Han Seoyeon's bound, panting legs. The soft bristles of the brush swept gently around her pussy, which had been steeped in her own juices all night long.
"Hngh...!"
Seoyeon's body jerked at the unexpected tickle. Yoo Jimin giggled at the reaction and carefully flicked the swollen clitoris with the tip of the brush.
"Oh my. Are you in heat?"
"That's... not it...!"
She protested in a hoarse voice, but her body couldn't lie. Every time the brush tip grazed that sensitive nub, her hips bucked of their own accord. Yoo Jimin savored the sight and began rubbing slow circles around the clitoris with the brush.
Tickle, tickle. The maddening stimulation gnawed away at the last scraps of her reason. The powerful vibrations from before would have been better. This kind of teasing, gut-wrenching tickle was enough to drive her insane.
"Hnn... nngh... stop... stop it..."
A moan that was almost a plea spilled out. But Yoo Jimin didn't stop. Instead, she spat on the brush to make it even slicker, then teased the clitoris even more deeply, more persistently.
"When you say stop, you really mean keep going, don't you? Our princess just can't be honest."
"Hnn... nngh... stop... stop it..."
It tickled. It tickled so badly she thought she might lose her mind. Every time the brush tip swept across her clitoris, a jolt of electricity raced up her spine. It felt as if every nerve in her body was gathering into that single tiny point between her legs.
No. If I give in to this... I'll be playing right into this bitch's hands.
But her body refused to obey her mind. Her ass lifted and dropped on its own, chasing the sensation of the brush. Her soaked pussy pulsed shamefully, the entrance twitching as if begging for something deeper.
And then she broke. The last scrap of pride she had been clinging to finally crumbled.
"Hngh... please... please let me come...!"
She begged in a hoarse voice. Tears slid down her cheeks and soaked into the sticky bedsheets.
It was a declaration of surrender.
The moment those words left her mouth, Yoo Jimin's hand stopped. She set the brush down and gazed quietly at Han Seoyeon's face, smeared with tears and juices. Her eyes were full of a victor's arrogant delight.
She delivered the cruelest words in the world's gentlest voice.
"Why should I?"
Han Seoyeon's eyes went wide. Please. I'm begging you this much.
"I want to enjoy the sight of you this ruined and begging a little longer."
In that instant, something in Han Seoyeon's mind snapped with a sharp crack. The shift from pleading to rage, from longing to hatred, took less than a second. Blue fire blazed in her eyes.
"Yoo Jimin... you fucking bitch!!!"
She thrashed her bound body wildly and screamed. The shriek tearing from her throat was no longer a plea. It was a curse.
"The second I get out of here... I'll tear your limbs off and kill you!!!"
But Yoo Jimin didn't so much as blink. Instead, as if she found the tantrum adorable, she gently stroked Seoyeon's cheek.
"Is that so? Take a look at yourself right now. How exactly are you going to kill me?"
She smiled and whispered into her ear.
"When you're spread-eagled on this bed, dripping from your pussy."
"Yoo Jimin... you fucking bitch!!!"
Han Seoyeon's curse-laden scream echoed through the empty room. But Yoo Jimin didn't so much as flinch at the outburst. Instead, she tilted her head as if posing a perfectly reasonable question.
"Why would I do a favor for a bitch who just said she's going to kill me?"
Her voice was so calm it was almost chilling.
"Master told me, you know. The more I wreck you, the bigger my reward."
Yoo Jimin's eyes curved into pretty crescents. There was no longer any jealousy or agitation in them — only a firm sense of purpose, and the composure of a victor. She sat down at the edge of the bed and gently traced her fingers over Han Seoyeon's bare skin, which was smeared with tears and sweat.
"So first, let's punish that dripping wet pussy of yours a little."
Whispering those words, Yoo Jimin headed back to the duffel bag. What she pulled out this time was a small paddle, no bigger than her palm, made of black leather. Fear flickered in Han Seoyeon's eyes again. She knew instinctively what it was for. She twisted her body desperately, trying to resist.
"No! Don't!"
"Shh. That's a good girl. It'll be over soon."
Yoo Jimin forced the gag back into Han Seoyeon's mouth, paddle in hand, and stepped between her legs. Then she brought the paddle down without mercy on her soaked, swollen cunt.
Smack!
"Mmph!"
A sharp crack rang out, and a pain like splitting flesh exploded across her entire pussy. This was nothing like the pleasure from before. This was pain laced with pure malice.
Smack! Crack! Smack!
Yoo Jimin didn't stop. She beat that most tender flesh rhythmically, relentlessly. The pale skin flushed red in no time, and vivid welt marks bloomed across the swollen clitoris.
A strange change came over Han Seoyeon's writhing body. It hurt. It hurt so badly — and yet, bizarrely, her lower belly was growing hot again. The impact of each blow paradoxically twisted into overwhelming pleasure that shot through her entire body.
"Hngh! Nngh! Mmmph!"
Screams of mixed pain and pleasure leaked around the gag. Even as it was being punished, her pussy shamefully leaked juices, greedily welcoming the beating. And then, at the moment the dull pain reached its peak—
Splat—!
"Hnnnnaaahhh...!"
Han Seoyeon's body convulsed as she squirted in climax once more. An orgasm wrung from pain. The alien sensation sent her mind reeling.
The fountain of climax that had burst from the pain soaked the floor and Yoo Jimin's hand. Han Seoyeon's body twitched faintly, then went limp. Her flushed, beaten pussy still twitched with the aftershocks of pleasure. Looking down at that wretched, obscene sight, Yoo Jimin let out a laugh thick with contempt.
She used the fallen brush to wipe the juices off Han Seoyeon's belly, as if she were cleaning up something filthy.
"Don't worry. I've got your tastes figured out now."
Whispering that, Yoo Jimin stood up. She headed back to the black duffel bag sitting in the corner of the room. Rummaging through it, she came up with a small white pill bottle.
A pill bottle?
Even through the haze, Han Seoyeon felt an instinctive surge of alarm. What was that supposed to be? In this hell, the word "medicine" could never mean anything good.
Yoo Jimin opened the bottle and took out a small, pink-tinted pill. Then she approached Seoyeon with a glass of water.
"Here. Your next present. Open up."
She gave the order in an affectionate voice.
"Th-this... what is this now..."
She resisted in a hoarse voice, but Yoo Jimin roughly grabbed Seoyeon's jaw and forced her mouth open. Then she dropped the pink pill under her tongue with a little plop. Cold water poured into her mouth, and the pill slid down her throat before she could even think of resisting.
Gulp.
Something had entered her body against her will. The helplessness and terror of that fact made Seoyeon tremble again.
"Oh, and just so you know,"
Yoo Jimin set down the empty glass and smiled, sweet as a devil.