Shattering Sanity: Pavlov's Dog (1)
Most people have heard of Pavlov's dog experiment. An ordinary dog wouldn't react much to a simple bell ringing. But if you ring the bell every time you feed it, eventually, just the sound of the bell alone makes its mouth water uncontrollably.
Ha-jin's plan was to utterly demolish Hye-won's humanity, turning her into a perfect slave. She had already internalized deep obedience through his hypnosis and training. But this submission was simplistic, born purely from pleasure. Without stimulation, without ecstasy, her obedience would unravel. She might even yearn to return to everyday life, back to her husband—his own brother.
The goal was to shatter her very humanity, branding her irrevocably as a slave.
Smoothly, Ha-jin carefully retrieved the metronome and set it in motion.
Tick. Tock.
"Master... what's that...?"
The mood had been heating up so deliciously, and now this thing shattered it. Naturally, Hye-won voiced her curiosity.
"Oh... you'll figure it out soon enough. Don't worry about it."
The man scanned her body with teasing eyes, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he spoke softly. To him, the situation was hilarious. This was the same metronome he'd used to practice hypnosis on her the very first time. She didn't know it, but every tick had subtly aroused her over time. Even now, despite the abrupt interruption, her face flushed slowly without any touch.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
The metronome's quiet rhythm echoed through the house. Ha-jin caressed Hye-won tenderly, like a lover.
"Nngh..."
Instead of the torturous ecstasy that always felt like it might shatter her body, this long-lost lover's warmth made her tremble. Feeling the coziness she'd once known from her husband, Ha-jun, now from her master—tears streamed down her cheeks. Not from the heat of pleasure or pain, but from overwhelming emotion. Tears for the something that finally filled the void in her heart.
"..."
Ha-jin watched silently, barely stifling a laugh. Her pleasure threshold had risen from the training and body modifications bordering on torture, yet here she was—blushing and getting wet just from him stroking her cheek while gazing into her eyes and gently touching her thighs. It was almost comical.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
"Haa... hngh..."
A sticky sound accompanied the lewd fluid leaking from deep between her legs. Her sweet moans filled the living room—not from him teasing her insides, but from soft strokes on the outside.
"Hye-won, does it feel good?"
His kind voice and locked gaze made the face of the pitiful man she felt sorry for flash in her mind.
"Ngh... yes..."
A deep-buried guilt crept up.
Click. His slender yet much larger hand than hers gently grasped her delicate chin, parting her lips.
"Slurp..."
"Mm...? Haaah..."
His forked, snake-like tongue caressed the inside of her mouth softly. Not the merciless throat-rape kisses she was used to, but a tangle laced with affection—her moans grew even sweeter.
"Hoo... stick out your tongue for me?"
"Bweh... lick... lick..."
Their tongues intertwined outside her mouth, swapping saliva. From Ha-jin's higher position, his spit trickled slowly into hers—gulp. Gulp. It wasn't much, but mixed with her own, it slid down her throat pleasurably.
"Haa... haa... honey... more..."
Her body limp, clinging to him, Hye-won wrapped her arms around the sturdy man's neck, coquettishly nuzzling. Licking his neck, savoring his scent and taste—shiver. A chill of arousal trembled through her.
"Now I'll touch your breasts too."
"Ahh!"
His words, now casual without honorifics, came as his hands fondled her breasts pleasurably.
Drip. When arousal hit from training, milk leaked bit by bit. Her massive breasts—big enough to engulf a grown man's hand—began to moisten. His massaging hands slid from her always-aching shoulders down to her chest, relieving the tension.
"Ahng..."
The cool release of knotted fatigue escaped her lips in a moan. His hands, stroking her breasts, gripped one and pulled—firmly, yet pleasurably.
"Euuung..."
It stung a little, but the sensation of unused muscles and knots loosening sweetly made soft whimpers spill from her. His relentless pulling drew the heat toward her nipples. Once gathered in both breasts, he flicked the peaks softly with his fingers.
"Ha-ut!"
A sharp tingle shot from her tips, like swiping past a short video. Tap. Tap. Tap. Sometimes he poked her swollen nipples lightly with his fingertips. Each time, sweet nectar flowed as if to signal her pleasure.
Squeeze.
"Hiiik!"
A sudden strong jolt. Ha-jin pinched lightly with thumb and forefinger, tugging. Not intense, but catching her off-guard, she bit her lip in surprise.
"I... I'm gonna cum... Master... more..."
Her breath hitching, she whispered her impending climax to him. She could just cum quietly in bliss, but ingrained as a slave with him as master, she reported naturally.
"No. Don't cum until I allow it."
His cool tone left her trembling helplessly.
Squeeze.
He wrenched her nipple as if to rip it off—her body tensed rigidly.
"Hngh... hngh!"
Her body, already signaled for climax, awaited release—but smack. His touch stopped.
"Ngh... why..."
A light question.
"I said no cumming without my permission."
His answer, as he brought the metronome closer to her head.
"Now don't look at me. Focus on this."
Though puzzled, she obeyed her master's command, turning to follow the metronome's swing with her eyes.
Tick. Tock.
Just a needle swinging left and right.
Tick. Tock.
Steady rhythm, nothing more. The beat echoed in her ears, drawing her focus unconsciously.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Aaang..."
A hot something probed her secret depths. Staring at the metronome, she knew exactly what—and what was coming.
Plunge.
His long, massive cock, slick for entry. Overwhelmingly larger than any average Korean man, a true stud's size—"Hngh-ut!" Always taking it inside, but its shape bulging her lower belly, the pressure made her grit her teeth.
Squelch.Squelch.
His slow back-and-forth felt insufficient; she lowered her hips to match, amplifying the sensation.
Slam.
As if scolding her impertinence, he thrust deep and hard. Her belly skin lifted, navel below bulging outward. Her most precious place was crushed.
"Kwaaang..."
Pain that would shatter an ordinary woman was pure drug-like ecstasy for Hye-won. Her womb—where new life should form—had become an erogenous zone through violation; deformation-level agony was bliss.
Slam. Slam. Slam.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
The violent echoes and metronome filled the room. Her face flushed with pleasure, yet Hye-won wore a slightly dissatisfied expression.
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Tick. Tock.
Honestly, it was a bit annoying.
Tick. Tock.
The vibrations rumbling in her gut felt good, sure, but
Tick. Tock.
that incessant metronome ticking was seriously grating. She stared on master's orders, but it disrupted her focus on sex—infuriating.
A black rectangular body. Long needle swinging side to side. Steady beat with each tick.
"Something bothering you?"
"Yes...? No..."
"No stray thoughts. Just focus on the metronome sound."
"Yes..."
Her dissatisfaction must've shown; master warned her again to concentrate.
Slam. Slam.
"Ha-at!"
Like punishing a distracted student, his movements grew fiercer. Womb-crushing thrusts felt amazing.
Slam. Slam.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
The rising pleasure numbed her mind bit by bit. The nagging sound started feeling like it pulsed in her head.
Tick. Tock.
Not bad at all—the metronome tapping her brain syncing with the pleasure stimulating it.
Twitch. Twitch.
Her body stiffened again, breath catching, eyelids fluttering.
"Ugh... gonna... cum..."
Pop.
"Eh...?"
The intense pressure and fullness vanished. The emptied void throbbed with unresolved heat, lewd juices drooling like drool.
"I said no cumming without permission. Let's speed up the tempo."
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
A faster beat.
"Back to your breasts for more pleasure."
He yanked her swollen nipple hard—her back arched off the floor.
"Ha-at... eung..."
Pain mixed with bliss; milk streamed as moans leaked from her sealed lips.
Drip.
Her pussy squirted endlessly, slowly soaking the floor.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
"Ha-at... haaak... gonna cum again..."
The built-up heat amplified; a brief touch nearly pushed her over.
Splat.Splash.
As climax loomed, his grip released—her body flopped back onto the drenched floor with a wet smack.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
"Sniff sniff..."
A fishy, lewd stench pierced her nose. Defying the order to focus on the metronome, her eyes drifted to the scent.
"Ah..."
Her own juices soiled everything, a pussy-stink mixed with leaking precum that could wrinkle noses.
"Haa... haa..."
Sniffing closer, he rubbed her cheek against the source. The hot, slutty warmth seeped into her head.
Shiver. Trembling again. Just the smell primed her to cum.
"No cumming."
Smooth.
"Ah..."
A sigh of regret. Master's cock pulled away from her sight. Her gaze followed—to her pussy again.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
Plunge.
"Ooh!"
Frustrated and overripe, her pussy quivered like it was impaled on a red-hot iron rod.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
Slam.Slam.
"Hngh-ut... hngh... haak..."
Fierce pounding; her pussy clung like molten metal, dragging her guts out with each pull.
Tick. Tock.Tick. Tock.
Squirt.Splurt.
Tidal squirt sprayed toward master's abs. Lover-like caresses were nice, but destructive pleasure felt better. Fleeting guilt over Ha-jun drowned in rising ecstasy, spiced into sinful delight.
Crunch.
Her battered womb-mouth, unable to endure, begged mercy by swallowing his glans.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
The tempo accelerated.
"Hiiit...!"
The ecstasy no normal woman should know—the one that ruined her, revealed her place—slammed her mind.
Shake. Shake. Shake.
"Heh... hng... ah..."
Climax approached again; jaw, eyelids, legs wrapped around master—all quaking madly.
"No."
Like disciplining a dog eyeing food, master's firm command.
"Eh...? Wha...? Ah...!"
She thought endless stimulation would let her cum, but her body obeyed, halting just before.
"I'll keep making you feel good."
Tick-tock. Master's kiss feels good.
Tick-tock. Nipples tugged by master feel good.
Tick-tock. Pussy hot, walls dragging out—but feels good.
Tick-tock. Womb crushed, swallowing master's glans—feels good.
Tick-tock. Feels good...
Tick-tock. Feels good...
Tick-tock. The ringing in my head feels good...
Tick-tock. The sound feels good...
Tick-tock. Metronome sound feels good...
Drowning in body-wide pleasure, her eyes stared blankly into space. Drool pooled on her cheek from sheer bliss. Pleasure raced up her spine, hips and back twitching violently. Legs clenched, yet still quivering. Just... feels so good...
"Kkh... puhh..."
Master's chuckle faintly roused her.
"Eh...?"
Seeking the laugh, her gaze drifted down to her legs.