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🕑 Added 2025-04-15 03:58:19 +0000 UTCEP.64 Fluid Filling Torture (3)
The vibration was incredibly powerful. Before she could feel any pleasure, Heo Seong-ah felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
"Aaah...!!"
Despite knowing she shouldn't scream, her mouth opened wide, releasing a voice filled with pain.
"Kkuh... Ah... Haaah...!!"
She couldn't hold back her voice. Her bound limbs rattled as she bent her waist, and sticky vagin.al fluid dripped from her vagin.a.
Vvvvv—
"Kkuhhiik!!"
No matter how much she twisted her waist, the small vibrator remained attached to her body. The vibration was so strong that her clitoris and labia trembled like leaves in the wind.
"Aaah! Aaah! Haaah...!!"
Eventually, Heo Seong-ah reached orgasm, her thighs clenched tightly. It took only seven seconds from the m0ment her clitoris was stimulated. Was this pleasure? It was more like violent force that brought her to orgasm against her will.
"Kkuh... Huhu... Haaah..."
After confirming her orgasm, the manager gave her a brief rest.
3... 2... 1...
Vvvvv—
"Kkaahaaah!!"
Without warning, the vibrator was applied to her clitoris again. Heo Seong-ah's body became more sensitive after the first orgasm, and she writhed in agony, moaning louder than before. The pain from her broken fingers and swollen vagin.a was forgotten.
"Kkuhhaaaah!!"
It felt like her clitoris was being sanded like wood. Pain and pleasure intertwined in a terrifying sensation. Heo Seong-ah cried out, her voice stifled, as she experienced this strange stimulation.
"Hik, kkuh... Haaah...!! Ahu..."
She reached her second orgasm, her waist convulsing violently as she released a large amount of fluid. The manager sighed audibly.
"Haa..."
He removed the still-vibrating device, his expression clearly annoyed.
"B62."
"Huhu... Huhu... Yes..."
"What did I say?"
"Yes...?"
"I clearly said to collect vagin.al fluid, not urethral fluid. We'll start the punishment again from the beginning."
"That can't be..."
Heo Seong-ah felt despair as the fluid she had collected became meaningless. However, the amount in the 1-liter beaker was less than 5ml.
"First, we'll empty the beaker."
The amount of fluid collected after she squirted was about 30ml, a small amount that barely covered the bottom of the beaker. The manager held the beaker up, pulling Heo Seong-ah's hair back.
"Aaah...!!"
Heo Seong-ah's head was tilted back, and she looked up at the beaker with a tearful face.
"B62, please open your mouth quickly."
"Huhu... Huhu..."
"You can refuse, but remember that your actions have consequences. You might receive demerits or immediate punishment, like being hit on the vagin.a."
"Huhu...!!"
Heo Seong-ah feared vagin.al stretching the most. She clenched her thighs and reluctantly opened her mouth, her eyes closed.
A faint sigh escaped her warm, moist mouth. The situation was too dire, too painful, and she felt like she wanted to die. Heo Seong-ah was consumed by deep despair.
"Since the amount is small, please hold it in your mouth for a while. Understand?"
"Huhu..."
Heo Seong-ah nodded, tensing her throat.
Gurgle—
The beaker was turned upside down, and Heo Seong-ah's squirted fluid flowed into her mouth. The clear, watery fluid filled her mouth.
"Ahk... Aga..."
The temperature of the fluid reminded her of urin3, and its slightly sour taste filled her with disgust. Heo Seong-ah suppressed her gag reflex, breathing roughly.
"Now you can close your mouth."
Heo Seong-ah did as instructed.
"Savor the taste of the fluid before swallowing."
"Huhu..."
Heo Seong-ah wanted to swallow quickly, but she scrunched up her face, holding her breath.
"Don't drink it yet; gargle with it like mouthwash."
"Huhu... Uu..."
The manager repeated his cruel commands, enjoying himself. Heo Seong-ah had no choice but to comply, gargling like she was rinsing her mouth after brushing her teeth.
"Now you can swallow."
"Huhu..."
It would be better if she could spit it out like toothpaste, but Heo Seong-ah had to swallow her own fluid. After hesitating, she closed her eyes and opened her throat.
Gulp—
Her throat moved as she swallowed the fluid in her mouth. Overwhelmed by physiological disgust, she gagged repeatedly, tears streaming down her face.
"Uuuh... Uuuk..."
"B62, don't overreact just because you drank a little fluid. It's something any woman would naturally drink, isn't it?"
"Yes...?"
What kind of ridiculous statement was this? If it's natural for women to drink their own fluid, is it also natural for men to drink their own sem3n? Heo Seong-ah wanted to argue but maintained her submissive attitude, not wanting to provoke unnecessary trouble.
"Let's start again. Understand?"
"Huhu... Uuuh..."
The manager placed the beaker under Heo Seong-ah's chair and used the vibrator to stimulate her clitoris again.
Vvvvv—
"Kkuh, haaah...!!"
Unable to bear the intense pleasure, Heo Seong-ah writhed, twisting her waist. Her vagin.al opening contracted and relaxed repeatedly, like it was alive, as fluid dripped out.
"Ah, huhu... Gmaah...!!"
As she reached another orgasm, Heo Seong-ah's urethra was stimulated, and she feared she would squirt again. Despite her struggles, the manager's hand didn't stop.
"Kkuh... Huhu... Kkuh...!!"
He persistently stimulated the most sensitive part of her clitoris. Any ordinary woman wouldn't have lasted ten seconds under such intense stimulation.
"Kkuheheek!!"
Heo Seong-ah, too, experienced this overwhelming stimulation, screaming like a beast as she reached orgasm.
"Aaah... Aaah... Gmaah...!!"
As she climaxed, fluid burst from her vagin.a, splashing the manager's wrist.
"Haa..."
The manager sighed heavily, looking at the beaker, and then sIapped Heo Seong-ah's buttocks loudly.
"Kkuh...!!"
"B62, how many times must I say it? If we continue like this, the punishment won't end today or even in a lifetime. Is that what you want?"
"No... No! I'm sorry... I'll try harder..."
"B62, I've said it many times: it's not about trying hard, it's about doing well. Understand?"
"Huhu... Yes..."
Results are more important than effort. It's something Heo Seong-ah should have realized by now...
"Hmm, is this B62's fault?"
"Yes...?"
Trying harder wouldn't change Heo Seong-ah's physical reactions. Without gradual training over time, noticeable changes were unlikely. The manager rummaged through a box, seemingly resigned.
"I think B62 is quite unfortunate."
"Huhu..."
Unfortunate? Framed and impris0ned in a shared facility for a trivial crime, Heo Seong-ah was subjected to punishment all day.
"It's because of B62's bad vagin.a that she's in this state."
"Yes...?"
The manager's perspective on who was unfortunate differed. Heo Seong-ah focused on the manager's hands, worried about what would happen next.
Clatter—clatter—
The manager held a cylindrical gla$$ bottle filled with a lemon-colored cream. It looked like a cosmetic product, but there was no label or brand, just the number 6.
"We'll use three more tools now. If you endure them without squirting, we'll end the second punishment here."
"Yes... Yes, Manager..."
Whenever the manager made such proposals, Heo Seong-ah was always at a disadvantage. Yet, she couldn't resist and had to agree.
"If you can't endure these tools and squirt again, we'll use this."
The manager threatened her with the cream, demonstrating its effects by applying a small amount to Heo Seong-ah's left earlobe with a wooden stick.
"Huhu..."
The area felt hot, like eating a spicy candy. Heo Seong-ah stared at the manager, unsure what it was but a$$uming it was another medication.
"Hik...?!"
The effects of the substance arrived suddenly.
