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🕑 Added 2025-05-17 21:38:49 +0000 UTCEP.84 Piercing 2
Time flew by, and I spent a week deeply entrenched in a swamp of pleasure.
Every morning, I woke up to the sound of a bell and climaxed, and even during sleep, I was forced to climax with the bell sound and intense clitoral stimulation.
Hyun-ah, who had gained confidence, relentlessly rang the bell to make me climax.
After waking up and eating, I was tied up in a position that my masters enjoyed, and I endured what felt like torture.
My vagina was stretched with devices, and my weak points were relentlessly targeted. The thin urethral plug from before was used to pierce my cervix.
I was also poked with needles in my breasts and had my clitoris enlarged with a suction pump, climaxing whenever the bell sounded.
Additionally, I had a thick plug inserted into my anus, thicker than a typical adult male's forearm, and was drilled with a rod in my urethra while hearing the bell sound, experiencing burning pain and climaxing.
After these plays, I was always forced to walk with a blue bucket containing my feces in my mouth.
As I became somewhat accustomed to this, Hyun-ah noticed and gradually increased the weight of the bucket, causing my nipples and labia to swell noticeably with each walk.
The walking distance increased, and Hyun-ah's pace quickened accordingly. I developed techniques to cope with this.
I learned that to avoid scraping my knees on rough ground, I shouldn't kneel. I had to move with a crude, animal-like posture, lifting my buttocks and slightly raising my knees.
When the weights got caught on door frames or tree roots, the best approach was to grit my teeth and pull with all my might.
If I pulled halfway, it only became more difficult.
Stopping mid-way resulted in Hyun-ah's relentless whipping, so even if my nipples or labia were torn, it was less painful to push through.
After finishing the walk and showering in cold water, I returned home exhausted, with muscle aches and fatigue leaving me no room for other thoughts.
My daily routine involved lying on a blanket in the living room, which was now damp with my fluids and sweat, and browsing my SNS account on my phone while gently massaging my sore vagina and nipples to alleviate the pain.
My SNS account had gained immense popularity, both domestically and internationally, with tens of thousands of followers. Il-ho and my brother posted new videos daily.
The illegally shared videos and photos from my account topped the popularity charts on adult sites, and every man in South Korea who watched adult content knew my name and the school I attended.
Even with all my contacts deleted, my phone received endless calls and messages.
Most were likely university friends or acquaintances, but I was too afraid to answer.
Everyone had already seen my SNS, and social relationships no longer mattered to me, having given up being human.
The numerous comments evaluating and mocking my face and body on SNS pulled me deeper into the abyss of pleasure, feeling like I couldn't sink any lower.
In the evenings, there were no special plays, but I was forced to climax with the bell sound by Jung-su, Il-ho, and Hyun-ah in turns.
A week had passed, and I woke up as usual with a climax, eating cereal from my dog bowl and lying on a small bench with my limbs tightly bound, exposing all my vulnerable parts except my backside.
Despite being unable to resist, I stared blankly at the ceiling, my mind broken.
Ding-ding!
As the bell sounded, my abdomen convulsed, and fluids gushed out.
Hyun-ah waved a needle in front of me, saying,
"Sister, you've worked hard these past few days?
So we're giving you a gift today~ hehe!"
Seeing the needle made my body freeze with fear.
I had experienced the terror of being pierced by needles and pins in my breasts, buttocks, and clitoris multiple times, and the thought of the needle penetrating my body was overwhelming.
Jung-su's hands caressed my vagina, applying cold disinfectant, and my bound hands and feet tensed as my plugged urethra swelled.
'Uh-uh-uh... where will it go? Maybe the clitoris? Uh-uh-uh... I'm scared.'
As I speculated about the needle's target, one of my labia was stretched tight.
Ding!
The bell sounded, and the needle pierced my labia, causing a light climax.
"Pfft! This idiot just went!"
Il-ho mocked as Jung-su twisted the needle, and I gritted my teeth in agony.
"Uggghhhhh!"
The needle was removed, and something slightly thick was inserted into the hole, accompanied by a clicking sound, and my other labia was stretched.
Ding-ding!
As the bell sounded again, the needle pierced my labia once more.
"Ahhhh! Uggghhhhh!"
"Good job, sister. You're enduring well!"
Ding-ding-ding!
Hyun-ah rang the bell, comforting me, and the searing pain turned into pleasure.
Although I couldn't climax just from the bell sound yet, even slight stimulation could bring me to climax.
The newly pierced area felt a cold object being secured, similar to before, with a noticeable weight on my labia.
It seemed they had given me new piercings.
Relieved that the piercing was over, I savored the pleasure rising from below.
However, my labia were stretched again, and before I could prepare, the needle pierced them once more, causing me to thrash about and scream wildly.
"Kkkkkk! Kkkkk! Uggghhhhh!"
This time, the piercing was closer to my anus.
Despite the extreme pain, I was so tightly restrained that I couldn't move, and as the needle was twisted, I couldn't even scream.
I could only stare at the blurry ceiling, hoping the pain would end soon.
The needle was removed, and a piercing was inserted into the new hole.
The same process was repeated on the other side, creating four new holes on both labia.
I remained tied up, forced to climax with the bell sound repeatedly.
After climaxing, I would be left alone, and as I grew drowsy, the bell would sound again.
Only in the afternoon was I released for a walk, and I could finally see my vagina.
The four metal piercings, thicker than those on my nipples, looked rugged and substantial.
My labia, once smooth and pretty, had become swollen and resembled a marbled bulgogi due to the thick labia.
I no longer feared my body being damaged or leaving irreversible scars.
Instead, I wanted to be further broken.
Watching my body lose its shape daily and feeling my self-esteem as a female crushed, I feared regretting my choices. So, I wanted to be thoroughly destroyed, leaving no chance to return to my past.
The fear of being socially ruined and living a miserable life as less than an animal excited me.
Even though my masters had been indifferent, their recent attention was welcome, and I was deteriorating rapidly.
