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EP.73 To the Next Torture...
No matter how desperately Heo Seong-ah begged for her life, the manager wouldn't listen.
"Huuu..."
"B62, are you scared? Don't worry, the final torture will be easy. You just need to lie down and sleep."
Of course, if she could sleep.
The manager smiled and continued, "Starting now, the torture will last until tomorrow morning, which fits perfectly with the schedule."
He checked his watch and tapped his foot on the floor, giving an order.
"Assume the waiting position."
"Yes? Yes..."
There was no time to question it. Heo Seong-ah immediately crouched down, spreading her legs wide and placing her hands behind her head. Her trembling body had no strength, and she soon collapsed backward. She tried to resume the position but kept falling, her limbs flailing.
"That's enough. You can just lie down."
"Yes, sir..."
The manager didn't punish her for the poor posture. Instead, he put on latex gloves and stroked Heo Seong-ah's vagina.
"Huaa...!!"
Her weak back arched involuntarily as she was overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations. Even a light touch caused her to release fluid profusely.
"B62, if you can't endure even this much stimulation, how do you plan to live?"
Heo Seong-ah wanted to retort, but her lips wouldn't part. The manager's words were true...
How could she live with such a shameless body? Would she always have this heightened sensitivity? The thought of her bleak future was interrupted by the intense pleasure that filled her mind.
"Haaang..."
The manager cupped his hand and rubbed her vagina up and down. He grasped the end of the urethral plug and said, "Before I remove this, let's have a little education."
"Yes?"
"I'll let you touch your vagina freely, but when you climax, shout loudly that you're coming."
"Yes? Yes, sir..."
Why was he asking this? It was humiliating, but she had no choice.
The manager pinched her clitoris with his thumb and index finger.
Rubbing—
"Aaahang...!!"
He stimulated her continuously, causing her to feel like she would climax in just three seconds.
"Got... ga... going!!"
"Good. Now, let's count: one, two, three?"
As he finished counting, he pulled out the urethral plug.
"Kkuhiik!!"
As she climaxed, a powerful jet of fluid burst from her urethra. The flow didn't stop, even after her bladder was empty. Only then did Heo Seong-ah feel the aftereffects of her climax.
"Ahk... Aa... Kkuhik!!"
The sensation of the rod entering her urethra snapped her back to reality.
"Let's do it again."
Heo Seong-ah begged for a break, but the manager ignored her, repeating the process.
"Ga... ga... going!!"
Each time she climaxed, the plug was pulled out.
"Kkuhiik!!"
Heo Seong-ah experienced mind-numbing climaxes, gritting her teeth and suppressing her moans. Even after her urethra was empty, the fluid continued to flow.
"Ak... Kkuh... Huhu..."
"We'll repeat this about ten more times."
The manager reinserted the plug and pinched her clitoris again. He forced her to climax and then removed the plug, creating a habit of squirting or urinating during climaxes. Though it was insufficient with just over ten repetitions, Heo Seong-ah was destined to become a mindless animal, knowing only sex, by the next day.
"Kkuheu..."
Exhausted, Heo Seong-ah lay on the floor, her body twitching.
"Now, before we proceed to the third torture, I'll give you a choice."
"Yes?"
The manager showed her a 1-liter beaker filled with her own fluid.
"The first option is to undergo the life-ruining torture immediately. The second is to drink this fluid and then receive the torture later."
"A... Aa..."
Regardless of the choice, her life would be ruined. Heo Seong-ah had no idea what this "life-ruining torture" was, and fear gripped her as she cowered on the floor.
"Sa, save me... Huhu..."
She begged for mercy, kneeling in a submissive posture. The manager sighed and stepped on her head with his shoe.
"Ayuk...!"
"B62, no matter how hard it is, you must endure. Or do you want to be discarded and modified into a sex doll, forced to live as a man's plaything?"
"A, no!! Sorry! I was wrong..."
The thought of being modified into a sex doll, with her limbs amputated and unable to act on her own, was unbearable. She would rather die than live such a life.
The manager kicked her gently and flipped her over, grabbing her ankles and lifting them up. He then slapped her buttocks mercilessly.
Slap—
"Aaak!!"
"Jega!"
Slap—
"Kkuhak!!"
"Hamburo!"
Slap—
"Kkaaak!!"
"Don't apologize!"
Slap—
"Kkaak!!"
"You already did!"
Slap, slap, slap—
"Kkaaaak! Jal motae sseoyeoyeo! Jal motae sseoyeoyeo!!"
Her buttocks, already sensitive from the ointment, felt like they were on fire. Heo Seong-ah wailed, clutching her buttocks with both hands.
"Seriously..."
No matter how severe the torture, a person's nature wouldn't change unless their brain did. The manager let go of her ankles, dropping them to the floor.
"Aak...!"
"B62, I've changed my mind. You will drink this 1 liter of fluid now and then undergo the life-ruining torture. Understand?"
"Huuu..."
"Respond."
"..."
"Respond!!"
"Yes...!"
Seeing the manager pull out a truncheon, Heo Seong-ah answered hastily.
"Huuu..."
Once is forgivable, but not twice. The manager gestured to the beaker, urging her to drink.
"Huuu..."
Heo Seong-ah knelt down, tears streaming down her face. Her buttocks hurt from being pressed against her heels.
"Huk..."
The 1-liter beaker felt heavy in her hands. The clear, odorless fluid looked like water but had a sour, pungent smell that was hard to ignore.
"Haa..."
Heo Seong-ah hesitated, holding the beaker. She was being asked to drink her own bodily fluid, a waste product from her own body.
"B62, please drink quickly. This is the last time I'll prompt you."
"Haa..."
"Respond."
"Yes...! I'll drink it quickly..."
Heo Seong-ah closed her eyes and placed her lips on the beaker's rim. She tried to take in the fluid like semen, but couldn't open her mouth.
"Up... Hup..."
Perhaps if it were semen, it would be different? The physiological disgust was too much to overcome.
The manager, impatient, retrieved a funnel from a nearby box. The funnel had a thick, sturdy rubber hose attached, long enough to reach Heo Seong-ah's stomach.
"A, aeu... I'll drink it! I'll drink it!!"
The pain of her throat being pierced was never familiar, no matter how many times it happened. As she tried to put her lips to the beaker, the manager pulled her hair back, forcing her to look at the ceiling.
"B62, I told you clearly: there are no second chances."
"A... Haa..."
"Don't annoy me; open your mouth quickly."
With a frightening reaction unlike before, Heo Seong-ah managed to part her lips, her face contorted in pain.
The manager grasped her jaw and pulled it down, his grip merciless. He then inserted the funnel into her mouth.
"Kkuhheo! Kkuhheoek!!"
The thick rubber hose slid past her epiglottis, deep into her throat.
"Kkuhheo eoeoek!! Eoeoek!!"
Heo Seong-ah wanted to remove the hose immediately, but she endured, fearing the consequences of resistance.
As the hose reached her stomach...
The manager poured the fluid from the beaker into the funnel without hesitation.
"Kkuheu eoeoek!!"
There was no sensation of drinking. It felt like a balloon inflating in her stomach, unpleasantly bloated.
Heo Seong-ah opened her eyes wide, retching repeatedly, and clutched her stomach with both hands.
"Kkuheu eoeoek!!"
Perhaps she should be grateful that the fluid wasn't in her mouth? The taste was horrific, but she had no chance to experience it as it was swallowed directly...
No, whatever it was, it was a terrible act.
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