Mind Breaking: Pavlov's Dog (5)
"Urgh...!"
A beastly groan echoed through the room.
-Squelch.
-Squelch.
Sounds like kneading mud.
-Bzzz.
A vibration like a small machine whirring to life.
-Ding.
-Ding.
A clear, lingering chime like struck bronze.
In the mirror hung a frail woman, trussed up like slaughtered livestock. Her body was festooned with all manner of tools: blindfold over her eyes, gag in her mouth, instruments of near-torturous sexual torment operating in concert to dismantle her completely.
"...My God..."
Ha-jin loved breaking people, and helping him had become the joy of my life, my dream. But the scene unfolding before me surpassed anything I'd endured in the past. Fear gripped me, yet an unfamiliar heat rose unbidden within.
"Seo-jin noona, you're here? You can just leave what I asked for right there."
"Mm... Isn't this a bit much?"
I set down the items he'd ordered—the studded dildo, the massive tube of gel enema fluid, the headset playing recorded voices—and asked cautiously. More than fear or curiosity, I worried this woman I vaguely knew might actually die.
"She keeps calling out for her brother-in-law. I don't like it. Today, I'm making sure she can't go back."
His answer felt less like jealousy toward his brother and more like a child's idle curiosity. His brother's wife, Hye-won—her unconsciously slipping out her husband's name must have spiced his excitement, proof of her lingering defiance.
"..."
"Mm... Passed out again?"
-Swipe.
-Swipe.
"Hyaak...!"
To rouse her from pleasure-induced blackout, he jammed something reeking like vinegar or piss fermented a month in midsummer heat straight into her nostrils. I'd suffered the same forced awakening; my face twisted instinctively.
"If you've got nothing to do, why don't you masturbate over there?"
One hand worked the protruding device in her pussy, the other—fingertip sheathed in a thimble—tormenting the tiny nub above it. His gaze flicked to my lower half.
Following it, I realized I'd unconsciously grown hot, fingers rubbing furiously over the thin fabric barely covering my slutty parts.
"...Yeah..."
It hadn't been a long life, and even selling my body before had never felt good. But meeting my master had turned me into a bitch who got drenched watching people break.
My head throbs so much.
No, it stings.
Or maybe it won't turn.
-Ding.
Ding.
"Urgh...!"
Ah... I came again. My body's climaxed countless times; no strength left, something gagging my mouth makes breathing hard, and the musky, fishy stench assaulting my nose fogs my mind once more.
-Tremble.
Hot fire rises from my lower belly, shaking my whole body; my piss hole stings and burns. The vibration churning my guts is agony, and wherever in my lower half—something grinds and tugs relentlessly, pure pain.
-Ding. Ding.
"...!"
No strength left to scream. My body just quakes to the signal, and now even my mind obeys like it's not mine, hitting the orgasm button on cue.
-Tremble.
Shaking again—too much. Pleasure is torment, cumming is torment. How do I escape this hell...?
-Drip.
"..."
Hot tears well in my eyes, trickling cautiously down my cheek. Probably... guilt for the cheap slut who betrayed her beloved oppa in pleasure-madness.
"Hrmph...!"
I must be a bad, wicked person to suffer this hell.
-Schlorp.
Something's yanked out. The gut-wrenching pain vanishes.
-Pop.
-Splashhhh.
The blockage clears bead by bead; heaviness in my lower belly eases into cool relief.
-Pop. Pop.
Suction on my breasts fades, leaving throbbing ache.
-Swipe.
"Oweeeek...!"
The cum-reeking nasal rape ends; the throat-filling obstruction blocking breath is gone.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
A little ease creeps in; breathing steadies slightly.
-Swipe.
-Silence...
"...?"
Suddenly, no sounds. Just my racing heart from tension and my ragged breaths echoing in my ears.
-Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
"...!"
A tiny, rhythmic repetition smaller than my pulse or breaths rings out.
-Drip...
And the binding tension returns.
"Owek...!"
Someone forces something into my mouth again. Male musk floods my nose. Breasts squeezed sharp at the nipples, a massive thing rams my pussy, something round slides over it, the most sensitive external spot sucked like it'll tear free.
"Hyaaaah...!!"
Hellish pleasure restarts; a groan escapes through gritted teeth.
-Plunge.
"Hngk...!"
A new sensation—humiliating, like kids' pranks from long ago.
-Gurgle.
"Eungk...!"
Not the heavy bladder fullness from forced piss, but a squishy mass flooding my entire gut, twisting in; belly cramps, ass clenches instinctively.
-Squeeze.
"Euaak...!"
Nothing like that childish pain—a thickening invader tears into the filthy hole it shouldn't, ripping in.
-Shove.
"Eok...!"
Sudden breach steals my breath.
-Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Despair at the chime. If my clenched ass relaxes now, something inside me will rip out and break forever—I dread it.
-Tremble.
But against my reason, mind and body crave the pleasure from the signals. Brain raped via nose feels good; merciless throat-plunging to my stomach feels good; heat draining from milk-cow tits feels good.
-Splashhh.
Irresponsible piss spray and its stinging path feels good.
-Bzzz.
Gut-churning vibes, pussy guts-pulling agony, grinding clit feels good.
-Ding. Ding. Ding.
"Hiee..."
Clear bell with metronome chime. Finally, I get it—Ha-jin oppa, Master's words. I'm Pavlov's dog. A bitch in heat climaxing to the bell alone, will be damned.
"Hee... Hee... Feels... Goood..."
Torment, but hellish pleasure feels good. Like a junkie's brain...
-Gurgle.
As if to cling to crumbling reason, gut pain surges.
…
"Eung...!"
Vision brightens. Still pleasure-blurred.
"Hoo... Hngh...!"
Whole body tormented by ecstasy; barely breathing.
No—mouth still gagged? Nose masked? Breathing's hard.
"Urgh...!"
Vision adjusts to light; mirror appears.
"...!"
Mouth I'd thought plugged drools spit and tears; tits I'd figured milked leak steadily; lower-body tools neatly removed.
-Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
"Uob...!"
Only the headset blocking all but its drug-like sounds.
Its intoxicating tone grants alien pleasure again.
-Splashhh.
No physical touch anywhere, yet my body heats as if toyed with mercilessly, primed to cum—
-Ding. Ding.
Tickling my ears like a starter pistol—
-Splashhhh.
"Huuuuu...!"
Pissing myself in shuddering ecstasy. Mouth free, yet throat clogged—no sound escapes; each breath wafts cum stench, driving me mad.
-Swipe.
Finally, headset off; all bodily torments released.
"Ah..."
A massive full-length mirror reflects a vulgar bitch. Same face, build as mine—but expression drowned in lewd pleasure.
-Gurgle.
"Uh...!"
Abdominal pain and wrongness again; I twist to look at my ass.
"What... the hell...?"
A tail had sprouted—unknown to me. Not from tailbone, but lodged in my secret ass crease.
-Bzzz.
Spotting the ugly thing buried in the mirror, it starts vibrating wildly.
"Hyaaat...!"
Like a happy dog on a walk, tail wagging—but gut pain hits, ass relaxing.
"Hngt...!"
I thrash to grab the escaping tail, but bound hands and barely standing feet offer no way.
"Eungk...!"
All I can do is clench my ass desperately.
"Your guts hurting bad? Feels like something's coming out, right?"
In the mirror: Master on the bed, legs wrapped around the boss's head. She slaps his thighs in agony, then shudders limp.
"What... is this...?"
Already submissive, unknown hatred surges; I glare and ask.
"Wow... Impressive. That face in this situation."
Instinct screams I'll lose more than shame; the dog bares teeth, growls at her master.
"Mm... Puppies shouldn't bare teeth and rebel against their owner, you know?"
Casually, he flashes the remote. No displeasure at the beast's defiance— just a smile.
"Still think you're Hye-won, huh...? So today, let's make you a complete bitch."
-Bzzzzzz.
Fierce gut-stirring vibration.
"Euaaaak...!"
Teeth grinding, every muscle straining. If I don't hold, if I fail—I'll cease to be me. Terror-fueled scream rips out.