Haaang♥ There...! Not There...!!
Without warning, a tearing agony ripped through that unused hole and shot up her spine straight into her brain.
The tiny rear passage that had never been touched in her life screamed the instant the dildo's massive head forced its way inside.
"Kyaaaaah! Aah! It hurts!"
A death-rattle of a scream filled the room. Only the head of the dildo had gone in, and already it felt as if her waist were snapping in two, as if her guts were rupturing. The pain swallowed her whole. She crawled across the floor, thrashing desperately to escape it.
Yoo Jimin looked down at that frantic struggle with an expression of utter boredom.
"You're screaming over this?"
She laughed. Contempt mixed with a kind of pitying scorn in that laugh.
"We haven't even started. Don't you think you're overdoing the theatrics?"
She pinned Han Seoyeon's ass down hard with one hand and gripped the dildo with the other. Then, in a single thrust, she drove it in to the root.
A dull, tearing rupture — as if something sealed inside her had burst open.
"Hhk... ghk! Ghhk...!"
Seoyeon couldn't even scream anymore. Her breath stopped. The world went white. Somewhere inside her own body, something irreversible had broken, and the terror of that knowledge flooded through her.
"Shh. Relax."
Yoo Jimin whispered against Han Seoyeon's ear.
"If you tense up, you'll only tear your own intestines. Idiot."
She stroked Seoyeon's back as gently as if she were soothing a child — and at the same time shoved the dildo buried in her ass even deeper.
"You crazy bitch...! What kind of psycho does that... there...!"
On the knife-edge between pain and pleasure, Han Seoyeon barely managed to gasp the words out like a scream. From above her back came Yoo Jimin's cold laughter.
"Because Master wants it."
She answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Master told me to turn you into a perfect bitch. Front and back — both of them able to take Master's cock."
Han Seoyeon's entire body locked up in horror. That bitch meant it. Every word.
"But... your mouth needs work, doesn't it?"
Yoo Jimin's voice went ice-cold. She tightened her grip on the dildo and twisted it a full rotation. The hard tip scraped her inner walls — a sensation of pure horror.
"Hhk! Uwaaagh!"
Another scream tore out of her.
"Every time you curse at me, this goes deeper. Understand?"
As she said it, Yoo Jimin began working the dildo in even further, a fraction at a time.
Crrk... crrrk...
The narrow passage stretched past its limit, and a hot, hard foreign presence bored into the deepest part of her guts. She wanted the pain to end — and yet, paradoxically, her body was answering the stimulation, growing hotter.
Crrk... crrrk...
Han Seoyeon swallowed a groan of agony and drove her forehead into the floor. The massive, blunt intrusion from behind owned every nerve she had.
And then — drip.
From between her raised thighs, a clear droplet fell from her pussy to the floor. Her body, thrown into chaos by the aphrodisiac, had mistaken the pain in her anus for pleasure and responded on its own.
Yoo Jimin didn't miss that tiny droplet. She giggled.
"Oh my? A few thrusts and you're already this worked up?"
She paused the dildo and dragged a finger down the cleft of Han Seoyeon's ass. Slick, wet juices coated her fingertip.
"You've got so much more to leak. Getting like this already is going to be a problem."
Yoo Jimin's finger began tracing slow circles around the stretched rim where the dildo was buried. A different kind of stimulation from the pain — ticklish, maddening, scraping at her nerves. Han Seoyeon twitched her hips before she could stop herself.
"See? You like being touched like this."
Yoo Jimin whispered in her ear.
"You're nothing but a filthy rag of a whore whose entire body is one big cunt."
"Hnn... nngh..."
Han Seoyeon's ass twitched of its own accord. Every time Yoo Jimin's finger circled the rim, an unnameable pleasure swept through her body. It hurt — and yet somewhere deeper, her flesh was already craving more. Looking down at that contradictory response, Yoo Jimin smiled with satisfaction.
"Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?"
She whispered it against Han Seoyeon's ear in a voice that was deliberately tender.
"Seoyeon, your asshole is twitching like crazy. See?"
Yoo Jimin eased the dildo out a little, as if to show off the gaping, fluttering red hole — though Seoyeon herself couldn't see it.
"It's like it's sucking so greedily it doesn't want to let go. Like it loves cock too much to give it up."
Goosebumps erupted across Han Seoyeon's entire body. It was disgusting. The fact that her own flesh was responding this shamefully was disgusting.
"Hhk... no... it's not... it's not!"
She denied it with everything she had, clenching her ass to push the dildo out. But the effort backfired. The harder she squeezed, the tighter her hole clamped down around it.
"Oh? Resisting now, are we?"
Yoo Jimin put more force behind the dildo, as if this were the most entertaining thing in the world.
"I'll take that as you wanting it deeper."
She slammed the dildo in to the root again. Then she started moving her hips like a piston — fast, violent, relentless.
"Pfft."
Yoo Jimin burst out laughing. A body that denied everything and still answered honestly. She was enjoying this far too much.
She pulled the smooth dildo out of Seoyeon's ass and reached into the duffel bag for something else. What she came up with was a grotesquely shaped dildo, its surface bristling with nauseating nubs.
She pressed that hideous thing against Han Seoyeon's hole.
"Is this your weak spot?"
Using the nubs, she began scraping the wrinkled rim of the stretched anus. A jolt. Pleasure of a completely different order — sharp, direct, punching straight through her nerves. Like sandpaper dragged across raw, sensitive flesh. Rough. Explicit. Unignorable.
And in that instant, a sound Han Seoyeon herself did not recognize tore out of her throat.
A voice with its tail lifted high — meltingly sweet, pleading, dripping with need.
Yoo Jimin's hands stopped dead. She doubted her own ears.
"What?"
Her eyes went round. She pulled the dildo out and leaned in to look at Han Seoyeon's convulsing face.
"Our haughty Miss Han Seoyeon can make a voice like that?"
She started cackling, as if she couldn't believe it.
"Oh my god, it's like a whore in heat putting on a cute act, begging to suck cock!"
Yoo Jimin's mockery filled the room.
She didn't use the dildo again. Instead she flipped Han Seoyeon's convulsing body over on the floor, turning her face-up toward the ceiling.
Eyes unfocused, glazed with the drug. Lips glistening with saliva. And below, a pussy swollen red, still twitching and gaping in the aftershocks of pleasure. The perfect image of a bitch in heat.
Yoo Jimin admired her finished work — then flicked Han Seoyeon's clitoris with one finger.
"Hiiik!"
That single, trivial stimulus shattered a dam already at its limit. Her body arched like a drawn bow.
"Hwaaaaaah...!"
The tower of pleasure that had been forcibly stacked by the simultaneous violation of her ass and her nipples came crashing down from one tiny switch on her clit.
Fssht—!
As if it had been waiting for permission, a jet of clear fluid burst from her pussy like a fountain. It was a climax incomparably more violent, more explosive than anything that had come before. Her brain burned white. Every bone in her body felt like it was melting. A pure detonation of pleasure.
Han Seoyeon's eyes rolled back. White foam gathered at the corner of her mouth. She twitched in fine, helpless spasms, her body shaking without resistance, like a patient dying of an overdose.
Yoo Jimin looked down at all of it with no expression at all. She brushed the splattered juices off her dress the way one flicks away something dirty. Then she gave Han Seoyeon's still-convulsing cheek a light pat.
"This is only the beginning, Seoyeon."
"Our club's first party is just getting started."
Her body trembled. It wasn't the afterglow. It was the last scraps of hope going cold, twitching as they died.
Daddy. Please. Please come save me.
Han Seoyeon begged and begged inside her own head. She couldn't take any more in front of this psycho. Looking into that bitch's eyes, she felt as if even her soul were being gnawed away.
But it was fine. It would be fine. She soothed herself with everything she had. It had been three, maybe four days since she'd last gone home. By now Dad would think something was wrong. He would call. He had to. That was all she needed. If she could just grab that lifeline...
"Still waiting for a savior, I see?"
A cold voice laughed at her last hope. Yoo Jimin crouched by the head of the girl sprawled on the floor and looked straight into those despairing eyes.
"How pitiful. Your dad doesn't even know what's being done to you in here."
"Shut up...!"
"Shh."
Yoo Jimin took out her smartphone and placed a call. Then she switched it to speakerphone. A moment later, a familiar middle-aged man's voice came through. Han Minguk's secretary.
"Yes, Miss Yoo Jimin. I've reported to the Assemblyman that the young lady is staying comfortably at a friend's house. He asked me to tell you not to worry him too much — this is a critical period, after all."
The call ended as quickly as it had begun.
Silence.
The room held nothing but Han Seoyeon's ragged breathing. Her blue eyes, with nowhere left to go, darted wildly.
"You heard that?"
Yoo Jimin lowered the phone and whispered, sweet as a devil.
"Your dad thinks you're 'playing' very nicely with me. And until the election is over, he won't care in the slightest what you do."
"Ah... ah..."
A meaningless sound leaked from Han Seoyeon's mouth. The last lifeline had been cut, right in front of her eyes, without mercy.
No one was coming.
No one was going to save her.
She was trapped, completely, in this psycho bitch's hands.