Real Doll (13): Isia's Anal Hell
"It's been about two weeks since you came to our house, right, senpai?"
"Yesss♡ Y-yes...♡ It's b-been about a w-week...♡"
"Strictly speaking, it's not that long, but you've adapted so quickly. You don't even defy me anymore."
"B-but with this massive cock educating you every night, any woman would...♡ Nnghaaah♡"
Grabbing her twin tails like handles—one strand each—Isia gasped and panted as he slammed into her in the missionary position. (Her hair had originally been long and straight, but she'd recently changed her style.) Her already hypersensitive pussy squirted love juices with every thrust of his cock, and even right after climaxing, her lust would boil over anew. There was no room for pretense or coyness. Isia let out moans bordering on screams, loud enough to echo to the next room—a fact she was oblivious to, as Kim Jiwon and Kim Hea-e were biting down on their pillows in jealous masturbation. She was far too focused on the sex to think of anything else.
"Master♡ I r-recommend taking a short break. Y-you've been pounding away for two hours straight without rest—that's beyond what any ordinary man's stamina could handle. P-plus, my pussy's cum so many times I've lost count♡ Please, just a brief rest, Master."
"Hah? Me, bored? Must be your loose cunt then."
"No way...♡"
Even now, her inner walls wrapped around his cock like a propeller, spinning and caressing it relentlessly. Any normal guy would've blown his load in three seconds flat, but the one enduring it was the monster. Isia stared dazedly at the drool dripping onto the bed. Saliva. Disgusting. But she didn't even have the spare moment to wipe it away. Holding onto consciousness against the tidal wave of piston thrusts was her limit. The mattress was shredded like a rat had gnawed it, clawed and crumpled by her excited grips.
"Master♡ Masteeer♡ I-I'm at my limit. Real Doll Number 77 has reached her limit. Please... please let me rest just a little!"
"Jeez. Only ten orgasms in, and you wanna quit already?"
"Ten...♡"
She glanced sideways to check his erection. Still rock-hard. Intensity unchanged. How... how can someone be so magnificent? Her respect for her master only grew with time. Suddenly, Isia recalled the days when her rebellious streak hadn't fully faded. The day she'd been utterly broken by hardcore sex, regained her senses after repairs, only to find herself packaged like a doll for sale, wrapped in ribbons and unable to move.
"Real Doll Number 77. Are you conscious?"
"...W-who are you?"
"Dolls don't question humans."
Lee Jiyoung, the technician, gazed at her with eyes as cold as if inspecting a machine.
"Commencing functional inspection now."
"What? Kyaaah♡ Uhehehet♡ Nnggigiggit♡"
"...Pussy checks out fine."
As Lee Jiyoung prodded her crown with the electric probe, pussy juices suddenly cascaded like a waterfall. An orgasm hit out of nowhere, flooding her with pleasure.
"Shall we test the other functions?"
"Ughogogot♡ Don't mess with my head like thaaat!"
Isia lay helpless as her brain was toyed with. Each zap from the probe rewired her neural circuits, flipping her personality on Real Doll Number 77.
"Yes, Master♡ I'm your maid. Command me as you wish. Yesss♡"
"Woof! Woof! I'm Master's bitch Isia♡ Train me into an obedient pet dog♡ Woof♡"
"Oppa, morning time. Get up soon or breakfast'll get cold? If you don't, Sia will kiss you awake~?"
"Hey, you piglet! How dare you stand before Her Majesty? Time for punishment! Fetch the whip!"
Personality shift modes tailored to every taste of the master activated flawlessly.
"No... no... please stop. I'm not your toy... I'm human. Human..."
As words and traits bubbled up against her will, terror gripped Isia. Pale and tear-streaked, she drew a sigh from Lee Jiyoung, who seemed to recognize the severity.
"This is bad. Customer, this Real Doll will keep causing issues. Would you prefer disposal?"
"Disposal?"
I'd been fondling Lee Jiyoung's tits while watching the repairs. At "disposal," Isia-senpai's breath hitched. Her lips quivered as she pleaded with her eyes.
"What exactly is disposal?"
"Shutting down defective Real Dolls and scrapping them."
"You mean throwing it away?"
"Yes. We saw off the limbs with a blade, then pulverize the torso into powder. Smaller trash volume is better."
"Hmm..."
Isia-senpai looked too terrified to speak. Beyond ego-torture, hearing she'd be brutally dismantled like scrap was horrifying.
"Does the master decide on disposal?"
"Yes, entirely up to the owner. What'll it be? Dispose now for an 80% refund from the company—but after two weeks, no refunds."
"Hmm..."
Honestly, no plans to toss what I'd bought. I strung her along for fun, and the sight was hilarious.
"Ho, Hoyoung... Hoyoung-ah... you know me, right? Your high school senpai. Killing me would be murder. Y-you know that?"
Cold sweat drenched her like a shower. Piss stains in her crotch too. Faced with death, people were pathetic.
"Decision, customer? Once-problematic Real Dolls keep it up. Even if you pamper her thinking she's 'human,' she whines like a tragic heroine over a used pussy—some owners got depressed and scrapped 'em."
"If I don't want disposal, what then?"
"Then you'd have to personally train her daily. Up for it?"
"Sure, why not."
Couldn't have her demanding refunds later. Lee Jiyoung prepped aids for easier conditioning.
"A hassle, but wait one day."
"What for?"
Lee Jiyoung tinkered with the circuits on Real Doll Number 77's back, and the transparent coating enveloping Isia turned black. Like she'd been zipped into a full-body leather jacket.
"Mmph! Mmmph!! Mmmph!!!!"
Normally, they'd leave holes for nose and mouth to breathe. But senpai writhed, suffocating.
"Mmph!! Mmmph!! (Save me! Save me!)"
Soon, her anus felt cool and airy—relief. The coating peeled only at her ass. Isia's hole sucked in and expelled air. Anal breathing. To survive, she had to breathe through her ass. Focusing every nerve on her rear, she consciously clenched and relaxed.
"Tomorrow, her ass'll be ultra-sensitive. I've programmed her to get horny at anything master-related—try spitting on her as a test."
"Oh, service noted. No cash left, so I'll lick your nostrils instead."
"? Nostrils? Uh, sure... go ahead."
I pressed lips to her nose bridge, tongue sweeping the ridge, flicking the tip. Saliva scent assaulted her nose. The metallic drool stink would dizzy her brain.
"How's the smell?"
"Intense... but repairs are done, so I should head out."
"Lick a bit more. Oh, and don't wash your nose at home. Carry my spit-stink everywhere. Jerk off to it tonight."
"Got it."
After tonguing every nook of her nostrils, I smacked her ass—job done, get lost. Rubbing the spot, Lee Jiyoung slinked away, sniffing her nose. Jerk off at home.
"That Lee Jiyoung chick's not bad. Shoulda fucked her."
I turned to soundlessly bound Sia-senpai. Her desperately pulsing anus drew involuntary laughs.
"Nah. Gonna properly fuck Sia-senpai tomorrow. Save the tasty stuff."
Bored, I left to fuck Mom, abandoning Isia to eternal torment. She strained to stay conscious.
No sensation anywhere. Can't see, can't hear. Only my anus feels real. Cool air slipping in feels weird.
To breathe, she had to clench her ass. Each time, air rushed in—like anal masturbation.
Mucosa tingling with breeze... sphincter loosening... keep clenching, prostate quivering... Ah. N-need to pee!
Repeated sphincter flexes stimulated her urethra. Bladder screamed, but...
What now? Only thing I can move is my anus.
No bladder sensation, no piss flowed. She teased her anus desperately, but it only pleasured her urethra—no relief.
What is this♡ Just perverted masturbation♡ Ass... urethra... prostate...♡ I'll turn into an idiot♡
Clenching dozens of times per second. After one... two hours, Kim Hoyoung returned.
He peeled the mouth coating, attempting talk.
"How's it? Bearable? Admit you're a Real Doll, and I'll free you now."
"...I-I'm human."
"Keep suffering then?"
"Better death than losing human dignity."
"Alrighty."
Mouth resealed, he left. Pride and stubbornness sent him off, but regret hit instantly. Back to anal-only breathing. Plus, the piss-tease edging her sanity away.
Come out! Come on! Piss, you idiot!! Please!!
Bladder silent as anesthesia. By night, when Kim Hoyoung emerged for water, Isia drew attention with moans and tears.
"? What? Not even a day yet?"
"Guhk! Let me piss!"
"Just go?"
"Can't! Please... peel the lower coating. Gonna go mad needing to pee!"
"Begging calls for proper attitude?"
"........."
Gritting teeth—another rebellion meant hell. Swallowing pride, she submitted.
"I beg you... permit me to urinate."
"Master?"
"...I beg you, Master."
"No."
"?! What! You said—!"
"When did I?"
"You fucking dog—mmph! Mmph!"
Mouth resealed, time dragged as a statue. All day anal-breathing developed her hole automatically.