Your posts abt trigaze has been one of the few things that has saved me from feeling like I’m losing my mind abt this adaptation btw. So thank you for your service
smiles at you all cool , mysterious,and nonchalant like this
where's that post about i don't wanna be mean it's bad for my health so you all have to stop being stupid so i don't have to be mean to you... me right now
Re: ur boss sharing ur cell phone number w/out ur consent—that’s super fucked. I’d be exceptionally pissed. What makes it worse is “he’s not comfortable giving his number, so he gave urs.” I don’t see how any of this could be written off as okay. Granted, I have my own anxieties about talking on the phone and block spammers regularly. Talk with your boss about it. Be firm in telling him it wasn’t the correct move. Tell him he needs to ask permission first. If u deny permission and he does (1/2?)
give it out anyway, I’d probably go to HR, assuming you have an HR department. ESPECIALLY because you’ve had past issues with stalkers. No one should feel uncomfortable because of their job. (2/2)
Thank you!! I don’t have anxiety about talking on the phone but I evidently really, really have anxiety about strangers calling me on my personal phone. I’m not sure what the difference is to my anxiety but boy howdy there sure seems to be a difference (Idk where that “boy howdy” came from but once I thought it no other phrase works there)
I emailed them today and very clearly said they do not have my permission to share my number going forward, and that if I had known sharing it was even an option I would never have given them my number. My boss’s boss replied (too late) that he’d be willing to call all the contractors and ask them not to call me, but I said “thanks no thanks I already changed my number”.
I mean, not in those words. I did word it professionally, but the vibe was very “too late, dude” which is better than the wording I initially wanted of “fuck all of you very much. I resent this deeply. I will not forget it.” lol. I think my boss’s boss realized if I changed my number they were not going to get my new number. My boss, judging by his responses, very much did not realize that and will not be pleased when he figures it out. My boss’s boss also realizes that the flexible scheduling I had previously done, where I worked when it was busy and didn’t when it wasn’t (still 29 hours a week, but schedule changed day to day as I work from home and my former boss was my boss at the previous company I worked for and I didn’t mind him calling me), won’t be an option any more. I will work scheduled hours even if they are slow and will not work unscheduled hours even if they are busy.
We’ll see how this goes. I am extremely lucky to be able to work from home and I just have to keep telling myself that, because my last job was definitely an outlier in terms of how flexible my boss was about scheduling and personal preferences in contacting and like changing office policies when I got asthma and could no longer be around perfume or essential oils.
The good news is this company doesn’t have any offices in the state I live and hired me as part of their attempt to break into working in this state, so even without the virus I’d be able to work from home.
To my Canadian followers, here is a petition on the House of Commons website aiming to revoke permissions that would allow ICE offices to operate on Canadian soil, and to cancel funding and subsidies to Canadian companies who are arming ICE agencies with services, goods, and surveillance technologies that would further enable the lawlessness and abuses that ICE has committed. When you sign, you must click on the confirmation email link that will be sent to the email you sign with in order to verify your signature, otherwise it will not be counted.
For my non-Canadian followers, please share this petition and hopefully this will further the reach to other Canadian users on this platform. It is abominable that any company in this country help or in any way facilitate the unconstitutional and dehumanising acts that ICE has done.
In my city of Vancouver, we have been protesting and boycotting Hootsuite, a social media platform that has a $2M USD contract with DHS providing them with social media services from 2024 to 2029. Hootsuite claims they don't use tracking or surveillance with their tools, but the mere fact that they have chosen to work with the violent group in whatever social media capacity, despite previously *turning down* a contract with them back in 2020, is egregious.
Jim Pattison Group is a enormous conglomerate also based in Vancouver, owned and run by one man, Jim Pattison. Pattison previously considered selling an industrial building in Virginia to ICE for them to use as another "holding and processing facility," or more accurately, a goddamn concentration camp, but because of backlash he reversed that decision. Thank fucking god for that, but that does not mean he won't consider it again in the future.
In Ontario, ICE ordered 20 armoured vehicles from a Brampton firm called Roshel to the tune of $7.3M USD. Canada should not be arming a violent group that has shown itself to be nothing more than a racist group of masked kidnappers and power-tripping thugs that has violated the rights of US citizens and immigrants and violated numerous court orders.
I'm disgusted that there are Canadian companies that are willingly partnering with DHS and ICE despite the carnage that has been documented over the last year. It is exactly why I've signed this petition and am sharing it with you. Do not let any Canadian companies think they can rest easy by choosing to work with a violent group that is terrorising, abusing, and murdering US citizens of all walks of life, all at the orders of a fascist government run by abusers and tyrants.
There was no explanation, no warning. One minute, I was in an immigration office talking to an officer about my work visa, which had been approved months before and allowed me, a Canadian, to work in the US. The next, I was told to put my hands against the wall, and patted down like a criminal before being sent to an Ice detention center without the chance to talk to a lawyer.
I grew up in Whitehorse, Yukon, a small town in the northernmost part of Canada. I always knew I wanted to do something bigger with my life. I left home early and moved to Vancouver, British Columbia, where I built a career spanning multiple industries – acting in film and television, owning bars and restaurants, flipping condos and managing Airbnbs.
In my 30s, I found my true passion working in the health and wellness industry. I was given the opportunity to help launch an American brand of health tonics called Holy! Water – a job that would involve moving to the US.
I was granted my trade Nafta work visa, which allows Canadian and Mexican citizens to work in the US in specific professional occupations, on my second attempt. It goes without saying, then, that I have no criminal record. I also love the US and consider myself to be a kind, hard-working person.
I started working in California and travelled back and forth between Canada and the US multiple times without any complications – until one day, upon returning to the US, a border officer questioned me about my initial visa denial and subsequent visa approval. He asked why I had gone to the San Diego border the second time to apply. I explained that that was where my lawyer’s offices were, and that he had wanted to accompany me to ensure there were no issues.
After a long interrogation, the officer told me it seemed “shady” and that my visa hadn’t been properly processed. He claimed I also couldn’t work for a company in the US that made use of hemp – one of the beverage ingredients. He revoked my visa, and told me I could still work for the company from Canada, but if I wanted to return to the US, I would need to reapply.
I was devastated; I had just started building a life in California. I stayed in Canada for the next few months, and was eventually offered a similar position with a different health and wellness brand.
I restarted the visa process and returned to the same immigration office at the San Diego border, since they had processed my visa before and I was familiar with it. Hours passed, with many confused opinions about my case. The officer I spoke to was kind but told me that, due to my previous issues, I needed to apply for my visa through the consulate. I told her I hadn’t been aware I needed to apply that way, but had no problem doing it.
Then she said something strange: “You didn’t do anything wrong. You are not in trouble, you are not a criminal.”
I remember thinking: Why would she say that? Of course I’m not a criminal!
She then told me they had to send me back to Canada. That didn’t concern me; I assumed I would simply book a flight home. But as I sat searching for flights, a man approached me.
“Come with me,” he said.
There was no explanation, no warning. He led me to a room, took my belongings from my hands and ordered me to put my hands against the wall. A woman immediately began patting me down. The commands came rapid-fire, one after another, too fast to process.
They took my shoes and pulled out my shoelaces.
“What are you doing? What is happening?” I asked.
“You are being detained.”
“I don’t understand. What does that mean? For how long?”
“I don’t know.”
That would be the response to nearly every question I would ask over the next two weeks: “I don’t know.”
They brought me downstairs for a series of interviews and medical questions, searched my bags and told me I had to get rid of half my belongings because I couldn’t take everything with me.
“Take everything with me where?” I asked.
A woman asked me for the name of someone they could contact on my behalf. In moments like this, you realize you don’t actually know anyone’s phone number anymore. By some miracle, I had recently memorized my best friend Britt’s number because I had been putting my grocery points on her account.
I gave them her phone number.
They handed me a mat and a folded-up sheet of aluminum foil.
“What is this?”
“Your blanket.”
“I don’t understand.”
I was taken to a tiny, freezing cement cell with bright fluorescent lights and a toilet. There were five other women lying on their mats with the aluminum sheets wrapped over them, looking like dead bodies. The guard locked the door behind me.
For two days, we remained in that cell, only leaving briefly for food. The lights never turned off, we never knew what time it was and no one answered our questions. No one in the cell spoke English, so I either tried to sleep or meditate to keep from having a breakdown. I didn’t trust the food, so I fasted, assuming I wouldn’t be there long.
On the third day, I was finally allowed to make a phone call. I called Britt and told her that I didn’t understand what was happening, that no one would tell me when I was going home, and that she was my only contact.
They gave me a stack of paperwork to sign and told me I was being given a five-year ban unless I applied for re-entry through the consulate. The officer also said it didn’t matter whether I signed the papers or not; it was happening regardless.
I was so delirious that I just signed. I told them I would pay for my flight home and asked when I could leave.
No answer.
Then they moved me to another cell – this time with no mat or blanket. I sat on the freezing cement floor for hours. That’s when I realized they were processing me into real jail: the Otay Mesa Detention Center.
I was told to shower, given a jail uniform, fingerprinted and interviewed. I begged for information.
“How long will I be here?”
“I don’t know your case,” the man said. “Could be days. Could be weeks. But I’m telling you right now – you need to mentally prepare yourself for months.”
Months.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
I was taken to the nurse’s office for a medical check. She asked what had happened to me. She had never seen a Canadian there before. When I told her my story, she grabbed my hand and said: “Do you believe in God?”
I told her I had only recently found God, but that I now believed in God more than anything.
“I believe God brought you here for a reason,” she said. “I know it feels like your life is in a million pieces, but you will be OK. Through this, I think you are going to find a way to help others.”
At the time, I didn’t know what that meant. She asked if she could pray for me. I held her hands and wept.
I felt like I had been sent an angel.
I was then placed in a real jail unit: two levels of cells surrounding a common area, just like in the movies. I was put in a tiny cell alone with a bunk bed and a toilet.
The best part: there were blankets. After three days without one, I wrapped myself in mine and finally felt some comfort.
For the first day, I didn’t leave my cell. I continued fasting, terrified that the food might make me sick. The only available water came from the tap attached to the toilet in our cells or a sink in the common area, neither of which felt safe to drink.
Eventually, I forced myself to step out, meet the guards and learn the rules. One of them told me: “No fighting.”
“I’m a lover, not a fighter,” I joked. He laughed.
I asked if there had ever been a fight here.
“In this unit? No,” he said. “No one in this unit has a criminal record.”
That’s when I started meeting the other women.
That’s when I started hearing their stories.
And that’s when I made a decision: I would never allow myself to feel sorry for my situation again. No matter how hard this was, I had to be grateful. Because every woman I met was in an even more difficult position than mine.
There were around 140 of us in our unit. Many women had lived and worked in the US legally for years but had overstayed their visas – often after reapplying and being denied. They had all been detained without warning.
If someone is a criminal, I agree they should be taken off the streets. But not one of these women had a criminal record. These women acknowledged that they shouldn’t have overstayed and took responsibility for their actions. But their frustration wasn’t about being held accountable; it was about the endless, bureaucratic limbo they had been trapped in.
The real issue was how long it took to get out of the system, with no clear answers, no timeline and no way to move forward. Once deported, many have no choice but to abandon everything they own because the cost of shipping their belongings back is too high.
I met a woman who had been on a road trip with her husband. She said they had 10-year work visas. While driving near the San Diego border, they mistakenly got into a lane leading to Mexico. They stopped and told the agent they didn’t have their passports on them, expecting to be redirected. Instead, they were detained. They are both pastors.
I met a family of three who had been living in the US for 11 years with work authorizations. They paid taxes and were waiting for their green cards. Every year, the mother had to undergo a background check, but this time, she was told to bring her whole family. When they arrived, they were taken into custody and told their status would now be processed from within the detention center.
Another woman from Canada had been living in the US with her husband who was detained after a traffic stop. She admitted she had overstayed her visa and accepted that she would be deported. But she had been stuck in the system for almost six weeks because she hadn’t had her passport. Who runs casual errands with their passport?
One woman had a 10-year visa. When it expired, she moved back to her home country, Venezuela. She admitted she had overstayed by one month before leaving. Later, she returned for a vacation and entered the US without issue. But when she took a domestic flight from Miami to Los Angeles, she was picked up by Ice and detained. She couldn’t be deported because Venezuela wasn’t accepting deportees. She didn’t know when she was getting out.
There was a girl from India who had overstayed her student visa for three days before heading back home. She then came back to the US on a new, valid visa to finish her master’s degree and was handed over to Ice due to the three days she had overstayed on her previous visa.
There were women who had been picked up off the street, from outside their workplaces, from their homes. All of these women told me that they had been detained for time spans ranging from a few weeks to 10 months. One woman’s daughter was outside the detention center protesting for her release.
That night, the pastor invited me to a service she was holding. A girl who spoke English translated for me as the women took turns sharing their prayers – prayers for their sick parents, for the children they hadn’t seen in weeks, for the loved ones they had been torn away from.
Then, unexpectedly, they asked if they could pray for me. I was new here, and they wanted to welcome me. They formed a circle around me, took my hands and prayed. I had never felt so much love, energy and compassion from a group of strangers in my life. Everyone was crying.
At 3am the next day, I was woken up in my cell.
“Pack your bag. You’re leaving.”
I jolted upright. “I get to go home?”
The officer shrugged. “I don’t know where you’re going.”
Of course. No one ever knew anything.
I grabbed my things and went downstairs, where 10 other women stood in silence, tears streaming down their faces. But these weren’t happy tears. That was the moment I learned the term “transferred”.
For many of these women, detention centers had become a twisted version of home. They had formed bonds, established routines and found slivers of comfort in the friendships they had built. Now, without warning, they were being torn apart and sent somewhere new. Watching them say goodbye, clinging to each other, was gut-wrenching.
I had no idea what was waiting for me next. In hindsight, that was probably for the best.
Our next stop was Arizona, the San Luis Regional Detention Center. The transfer process lasted 24 hours, a sleepless, grueling ordeal. This time, men were transported with us. Roughly 50 of us were crammed into a prison bus for the next five hours, packed together – women in the front, men in the back. We were bound in chains that wrapped tightly around our waists, with our cuffed hands secured to our bodies and shackles restraining our feet, forcing every movement into a slow, clinking struggle.
When we arrived at our next destination, we were forced to go through the entire intake process all over again, with medical exams, fingerprinting – and pregnancy tests; they lined us up in a filthy cell, squatting over a communal toilet, holding Dixie cups of urine while the nurse dropped pregnancy tests in each of our cups. It was disgusting.
We sat in freezing-cold jail cells for hours, waiting for everyone to be processed. Across the room, one of the women suddenly spotted her husband. They had both been detained and were now seeing each other for the first time in weeks.
The look on her face – pure love, relief and longing – was something I’ll never forget.
We were beyond exhausted. I felt like I was hallucinating.
The guard tossed us each a blanket: “Find a bed.”
There were no pillows. The room was ice cold, and one blanket wasn’t enough. Around me, women lay curled into themselves, heads covered, looking like a room full of corpses. This place made the last jail feel like the Four Seasons.
I kept telling myself: Do not let this break you.
Thirty of us shared one room. We were given one Styrofoam cup for water and one plastic spoon that we had to reuse for every meal. I eventually had to start trying to eat and, sure enough, I got sick. None of the uniforms fit, and everyone had men’s shoes on. The towels they gave us to shower were hand towels. They wouldn’t give us more blankets. The fluorescent lights shined on us 24/7.
Everything felt like it was meant to break you. Nothing was explained to us. I wasn’t given a phone call. We were locked in a room, no daylight, with no idea when we would get out.
I tried to stay calm as every fiber of my being raged towards panic mode. I didn’t know how I would tell Britt where I was. Then, as if sent from God, one of the women showed me a tablet attached to the wall where I could send emails. I only remembered my CEO’s email from memory. I typed out a message, praying he would see it.
He responded.
Through him, I was able to connect with Britt. She told me that they were working around the clock trying to get me out. But no one had any answers; the system made it next to impossible. I told her about the conditions in this new place, and that was when we decided to go to the media.
She started working with a reporter and asked whether I would be able to call her so she could loop him in. The international phone account that Britt had previously tried to set up for me wasn’t working, so one of the other women offered to let me use her phone account to make the call.
We were all in this together.
With nothing to do in my cell but talk, I made new friends – women who had risked everything for the chance at a better life for themselves and their families.
Through them, I learned the harsh reality of seeking asylum. Showing me their physical scars, they explained how they had paid smugglers anywhere from $20,000 to $60,000 to reach the US border, enduring brutal jungles and horrendous conditions.
One woman had been offered asylum in Mexico within two weeks but had been encouraged to keep going to the US. Now, she was stuck, living in a nightmare, separated from her young children for months. She sobbed, telling me how she felt like the worst mother in the world.
Many of these women were highly educated and spoke multiple languages. Yet, they had been advised to pretend they didn’t speak English because it would supposedly increase their chances of asylum.
Some believed they were being used as examples, as warnings to others not to try to come.
Women were starting to panic in this new facility, and knowing I was most likely the first person to get out, they wrote letters and messages for me to send to their families.
It felt like we had all been kidnapped, thrown into some sort of sick psychological experiment meant to strip us of every ounce of strength and dignity.
We were from different countries, spoke different languages and practiced different religions. Yet, in this place, none of that mattered. Everyone took care of each other. Everyone shared food. Everyone held each other when someone broke down. Everyone fought to keep each other’s hope alive.
I got a message from Britt. My story had started to blow up in the media.
Almost immediately after, I was told I was being released.
My Ice agent, who had never spoken to me, told my lawyer I could have left sooner if I had signed a withdrawal form, and that they hadn’t known I would pay for my own flight home.
From the moment I arrived, I begged every officer I saw to let me pay for my own ticket home. Not a single one of them ever spoke to me about my case.
To put things into perspective: I had a Canadian passport, lawyers, resources, media attention, friends, family and even politicians advocating for me. Yet, I was still detained for nearly two weeks.
Imagine what this system is like for every other person in there.
A small group of us were transferred back to San Diego at 2am – one last road trip, once again shackled in chains. I was then taken to the airport, where two officers were waiting for me. The media was there, so the officers snuck me in through a side door, trying to avoid anyone seeing me in restraints. I was beyond grateful that, at the very least, I didn’t have to walk through the airport in chains.
To my surprise, the officers escorting me were incredibly kind, and even funny. It was the first time I had laughed in weeks.
I asked if I could put my shoelaces back on.
“Yes,” one of them said with a grin. “But you better not run.”
“Yeah,” the other added. “Or we’ll have to tackle you in the airport. That’ll really make the headlines.”
I laughed, then told them I had spent a lot of time observing the guards during my detention and I couldn’t believe how often I saw humans treating other humans with such disregard. “But don’t worry,” I joked. “You two get five stars.”
When I finally landed in Canada, my mom and two best friends were waiting for me. So was the media. I spoke to them briefly, numb and delusional from exhaustion.
It was surreal listening to my friends recount everything they had done to get me out: working with lawyers, reaching out to the media, making endless calls to detention centers, desperately trying to get through to Ice or anyone who could help. They said the entire system felt rigged, designed to make it nearly impossible for anyone to get out.
The reality became clear: Ice detention isn’t just a bureaucratic nightmare. It’s a business. These facilities are privately owned and run for profit.
Companies like CoreCivic and GEO Group receive government funding based on the number of people they detain, which is why they lobby for stricter immigration policies. It’s a lucrative business: CoreCivic made over $560m from Ice contracts in a single year. In 2024, GEO Group made more than $763m from Ice contracts.
The more detainees, the more money they make. It stands to reason that these companies have no incentive to release people quickly. What I had experienced was finally starting to make sense.
The script is currently at 45 pages and almost finished. Basically, there are at least 3 more scenes left to write. After that, I’ll begin the revision and editing process!
As I mentioned before, this is the stage where I organize everything for programming, and I usually end up adding or cutting some scenes. Once the revision is complete, I’ll finally be able to start programming!
The good part is that there are already many sprites done to use, so it might not be too difficult. (The bad part is...you guys know me, I’ll probably make more to improve immersion >.>)
To help myself stay organized, I also made an imagemap to separate the routes. It’s VERY difficult to organize all the routes so that one doesn’t interfere with another. (Just like last time, when Harlequin showed up in scenes he wasn’t supposed to…)
Yep! it's completely blur just to give you guys an idea of the scale of things, and it's not even finished yet, since I haven't finished writing the script to tie the final scenes together and wrap everything up! There are also lots of unique dialogues, like on Day 2, that need to be arranged in the right order!
In the meantime, I’m also working on their monster designs, since I plan to show them in the game. The current silhouettes will gradually gain more details until the right moment!
about the shop:
I was planning to launch it this week or next, but I decided to wait due to some legal concerns.
Many products from my game have been sold without authorization, because of that, I’m looking for professional guidance to better understand copyright and the proper steps to protect my work now and in the future. With this knowledge, I’ll make sure that any future agreements or permissions are in the best interest of myself, the game, and the characters!
About Pierrot Plush:
It seems there were delays due to the end-of-year holidays, and now they’re having some difficulties getting Pierrot’s hat just right. The company told me they’ll send photos as soon as they have a more accurate sample for me to show you all!
I’m a bit concerned about these delays… but as a last resort, if things don’t go as planned, I can still request a full refund for everyone and try another campaign.
I was planning originally to post this sentiment on just TikTok or such since I think that’s the source of this constant headache, but it might be a good idea to put this here as well since I fear it needs repeating:
For those who follow me and my videos on YouTube and on TikTok, please remember that The Freak Circus is not a game or media meant to be played by anyone under the age of 18.
It features dark, sensitive and graphic content that is meant for an adult audience.
Myself, Neko and the entirety of the TFC team are incredibly uncomfortable that there are people under the age of 18 interacting with the game and fandom, especially when we’ve taken a great amount of care to properly tag and label things across the board— its labeled as such on itchio, the official blog is clearly labeled as well with no room for misinterpretation:
The Freak Circus is not meant for anyone under the age of 18.
We are also not the parents of other people’s children, and are not responsible nor obligated to witch hunt every single minor that posts in the TFC tag or comments somewhere. I have become incredibly wary to interact with people who do not have a posted age (though people can and do lie on the internet, I’m quite aware of that) largely because there are many people who just don’t respect that boundary.
(There are a lot of fans who don’t respect many boundaries, but that’s a separate issue and one that I can ignore a lot easier.)
There’s very little an adult creator can do to restrict access to their adult-but-not-explicit media without also risking their media to be blacklisted, banned, restricted to those who show government IDs, ect. Even if someone is an adult, they should never be forced to show their photo ID to a company or to a government in order to access the internet or to interact with a piece of media, and it’s the biggest reason I use tags instead of labels to try and find a responsible but aware balance with who can see and access my content.
For context, the whole TFC team grew up and were fundamentally part of an internet where governments and companies did not have access to people’s personal information in the same way they do now— the idea of them even asking for more than your name was strange. I know I’m not the only adult who would agree that the internet is a very different place then where it started, and very much worse in some regards (I hate the state of modern day social media and the commodification of art) but there is only so much one person can do without going completely insane.
Me and Neko have agreed on many occasions how important it is to keep the game accessible for people, because there are plenty of adults who cannot access the game otherwise if there was a price tag on it or if the game itself was restricted behind Patreon or a similar process.
We just… fundamentally disagree on restricting it in that way, and its exhausting to take every reasonable measure to communicate this boundary and still have people disregard it or get angry that we aren’t ’doing more’.
I’m not out to vilify or lay moral judgement on anyone as being a horrible or irredeemable person (please dear god keep yourself safe, don’t trust companies with your information), but I’m also not going to act like I don’t stress about how I have to hold myself or figure out ways to clearly assert my personal boundaries (as I am a creator of suggestive/explicit works) so I can avoid using broken, ill-thought or outright malicious ‘verification’ procedures various social media platforms are trying to assert across the internet.
This action will have consequences. More Somi may come later in the Idol Masterlist.
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A tributing session gets Somi closer to clearing her debt. In the heat of the moment, her lust and hunger for more push her to, unknowingly, cross the line between a not-so-hidden fantasy of hers and reality.
For all intents and purposes, remember this is a work of fiction.
"Have I told you how much I hate the fact that you changed companies?"
"Only every comeback since I did that," Somi laughed quietly at her PA manager. Every time she released a new song, they would review the various folders to ensure all the paperwork was in order. Every time they did that, he would sigh deeply when the debt folder appeared next on his laptop.
"You know? Yours is already one of the longest-running debts in the industry. At least for an idol who's still active and considered successful," he peeked at her silhouette as she lay on the large sofa with her bare legs in the air, stretching her arms. "We would have been done with this if the interest rate hadn't gone up, and if you did these servicing sessions a bit more often."
His voice showed his frustration and his concern for her. Debuting in the K-pop industry meant becoming deeply in debt from training alone. More often than not, that can be paid out of pocket or with actual money after debuting, with added interest. There was also the option of paying that debt in the same and only way debut debt can be cleared: sleeping with investors, also known simply as Servicing.
Second-generation groups helped standardize the process and began practices such as 'tributing,' in which one or a few members serve to protect younger members, usually underage, from such experiences. The noble act became so popular that most people referred to it by that name, but soloists had no choice but to do it themselves.
While hanging companies before the debut debt is cleared is possible, it adds annual interest to the original debt, which must be cleared through the same methods. This does not account for any new debut debt added by the new company. In the case of I.O.I, due to the short contract length, it was agreed before Produce 101 started that the debut debt would be split evenly among the selected members and carried after contract termination. Because of Somi's young age and lack of interest in servicing acts at the time, her debt grew much longer than she anticipated, causing an almost eternal headache for her Private Affairs (PA) Manager.
"Maybe if the investors would make it interesting instead of just shoving it in until they cum, I would do it more often! They could learn a thing or two from Prada," she smirked proudly, spreading her legs and running her finger over her covered pussy.
Some idols were approached by recognized brands, offering them global coverage in exchange for their bodies; more often than not, that involves some orgy or gangbang. Despite the income entering their pockets, that money is for themselves and can't be used to clear their debut debt. "How much is there left to pay anyway?" Somi turned to her side, widening her eyes with a playful smile.
"If you were to do it all this year, two or three servicing sessions." He shrugged, raising his eyebrows, knowing well she would be the one to decide the next step. Somi sighed in disappointment. "After Ice Cream, we received some decent offers," he added.
"Why can't I get some good deals like Twice or Aespa?" She whined, pouting and crossing her arms.
"You know how these guys move. They look at the safety of the company first, then at who they could fuck," he explained, shaking his head and pressing his index and middle fingers on his temple. The idols' debt must be repaid through an intricate network of trusted investors. Reputation is a valuable asset for both parties, as any accident or information leak could result in significant losses beyond the monetary. "As much as everybody would like to take a bite at you, they don't trust the label that much, you know?"
"Do you want to take a bite at me?" Somi grinned, grabbing her left tit tightly, making it squish through her fingers.
"Water is wet," he scoffed, enjoying the view. "But after this last comeback, you got new investors interested in the label."
"Any good review there?"
"Same as usual," he scoffed, quickly passing through the tabs of their profiles, which included anonymous reviews of idols who served them.
"Then what's the point? All of these old guys want me to be their escort, or their personal prostitute for a night." She sat on the couch, ogling him. "If I'm going to let some random people use my body," she purred, catwalking towards him as she took off her blouse. "At least I should enjoy it as well, shouldn't I?" She knelt with a straight back as she unhooked her bra, removing it to let her tits hang freely.
"Somi…" The manager sighed, admiring the shape of her breasts. They were like a perfect drop of dense liquid, refusing to lose their consistency despite the heavy weight they carried.
"What?" She smiled, crawling under the table. "You look like you need an incentive to get me out of this boring legal shithole, and you seem too stressed out to keep working," she added, unbuckling his belt and getting her hand in his trousers to get his semihard cock out, chuckling when it went rock hard in her hand.
"What do you want exactly?" He got comfortable, getting a good view of her big eyes as she licked the underside of his shaft and kissed its tip.
"Something fun! Something I can actually masturbate to just by remembering it. Something worth my time and my pussy," she sneered before taking his dick into her mouth, sucking it slowly while her tongue swirled around his frenulum.
"Need I remind you they are my bosses? You know there's always a catch with these guys," he grunted, letting the pleasure cloud his mind.
"Usually a fun catch," she replied, quickly licking his frenulum as her spit fell down his shaft. "Good thing you always look for my interests as much as theirs," she smirked, kissing his glans before pressing her boobs around his length.
"I'll see what I can do." He shook his head, chuckling while he let Somi blow him at her pace.
A week later, right after getting out of the shower, she got a video call from her manager.
"You got cameras here or something?" She joked, unapologetically displaying her full naked body on camera while she applied some products to her hair.
"You're so damn lucky I'm alone here, but if you want me to install cameras in every corner of your room, that's fine with me," he replied, taking a screenshot as she posed for him; a common ritual for them.
"It doesn't sound like a bad idea, you know? What's up?" She asked, getting back to her hair routine.
"Upper management has a proposal for you. Do you want to hear it now, or do you want me to go there?"
"Here's fine, I'm not feeling like getting visits today," she winked, turning around quickly to show her butt plug and wink.
"Sometimes I hate you."
"I know! But talk!"
"Are you familiar with reverse glory holes?"
"No, but it seems I'll get familiar with them," she smirked, already interested. "What makes them different than usual glory holes?"
"Well, basically, you'll be lying down on a sort of bed attached to a wall with holes. Instead of men getting their dicks in the hole, you get your ass in it, maybe all of your lower body. You won't be seeing who's using your pussy or your ass."
"Did they say how many men will get in line?" She bit her lower lip, imagining herself already there.
"That's part of the catch. They didn't say. They just mentioned it would be employees."
"What? Employees?"
"Their idea! Supposedly to 'increase their morale.' They insisted everyone would have to use the provided condoms in the room."
"The fuck? They know I like to go raw," she murmured to herself. "Any other catch?"
"The remaining amount in your debt is too little to make any future servicing session not worth the deal unless you wait two more years of interest."
"Aish… There's no way they'll agree to something else, right?"
"I wouldn't be calling if I hadn't tried it all already."
"That's the reason why you have special privileges with me!" She got close to the camera to blow a kiss, then posed again to display her heavy tits and her bald pussy, spreading it for him to see her inner lips.
"I fucking hate you."
"Then fuck me like that when it's your turn in the glory hole." She winked, taking her plug out to clean it with her mouth. "Any hole you want… Right?"
He sighed. "Yes, they requested both holes."
"Then I'm in!"
Unfortunately for Somi, the day of her session kept getting delayed. Just as she feared, the arranged date had clashed with her father's return to Korea. He was informed of the shady side of the K-pop industry when Somi first enrolled as a trainee at the tender age of thirteen. Despite trying to talk her out of it, she insisted, aware of what her future could entail. Years later, he had also benefited from that part of the industry after his small appearances in dramas and shows.
Neither he nor Somi was keen on the idea of seeing each other before or after she had to go through one of her sessions. For her, it was shameful to be seen in a weak physical state, a common consequence of whatever the investors had done to her. For him, the mental images of what they could have possibly done to his daughter went further than what had actually happened.
For both of them, ignorance was bliss. Even though their early conversations on the topic had created enough trust between them to talk about other random encounters to the point of asking for advice from each other, they had agreed not to talk about any work-related sexual services they experienced. The company's staff ensured Somi's dad would be kept occupied until the following morning, giving her time to recover a bit.
By the time she noticed, the day had finally arrived. Somi and her PA manager arrived early. Her outfit was something simple and comfortable for the occasion. A pair of sandals that showed off her black pedicure, some shorts that barely covered her ass, a cropped tee that hugged her udders tightly, accentuating the lack of bra, and a lightweight cardigan that did nothing to cover her silhouette.
It may not be the best fit to meet one of the men operating in the shadows, but she figured that if the actual Chairman and the company's most trusted lawyer wanted to see her, she better make a statement from the get-go. However, when they passed her on to the office to sign the deal, the environment, the talk, the mood, everything remained strictly professional.
The remaining amount of her debt was so stupidly small that it felt like a poor taste joke. Upon reading the contract, they realized there was no mention of how many people would have access to her body, only that employees and their guests could enter the area and use the facility, which, of course, included her.
Just as her manager had mentioned, it was explicitly stated that all of the men who attempted to have intercourse with her would need to make use of a condom. This, despite everyone having already been tested for any STDs, and her having a contraceptive implant. That specific clause kept confusing her, considering they knew, from the beginning, that she was more than fine with being a cumdump. It only added to the frustration of not clearing her debt that day.
After signing, they guided her to the building's basement, beneath the parking area. Unlike the old Big Three or Hybe, The Black Label often refused to book a large village, house, or even a penthouse for debut debt clearance, as that would reduce the amount of money going toward the debt itself.
Somi had already been there a couple of times, but she was surprised by the little cubicle they had added on the left side of the entrance, out of which a box-like chamber took up the very center of the place. The structure included a series of holes. One at the bottom, where her legs would come out and be tied to the wall with the pair of shackles. Each side had one small hole, where men could stick their dicks and balls, and a larger hole, where they could stick their arm to grab her body.
"That's better than I thought," she admitted, appreciating the bottles of lube, the strips of condoms, and a box with different sex toys, from which she focused on the whip. "You know I have a photoshoot in a few days."
"I also know how to put on a show without jeopardizing my assets, just as much as I know everything you like, little one," the Chairman said, relaxing his whole body and loosening his tie. Suddenly, the scary man became desirable to her, particularly the gray hairs on his sideburns. "Please follow us."
They went to the back of the room and entered a door that led to the cubicle, which only Somi, her manager, and the Chairman had access to. The bench looked surprisingly comfortable, shaped to help her support her body for longer, even though her legs would later be restricted. It was equipped with a leather belt that would secure at her waist and cupholders on the sides, already occupied by lube dispensers and water bottles with straws. Above it, a little light, for those who peek through the holes to see her body. Right where her head would rest, they also had a cushioned barrier with a two-way mirror, a pair of leather handcuffs on each side of the headrest, and a single leather belt for her head.
"The only ones who know who will be tonight's slut are in this basement right now," the Chairman explained, standing in the narrow corner that gave access to the chamber. "All other employees just know we're having an elite prostitute to celebrate the label's ninth anniversary since its founding."
"Elite prostitute?" She scoffed with a smirk, gawked at the man's eyes.
"Do you have any problem with the terminology?" He asked, challenging her.
"Not really," she replied, making her way to the bench, pressing her tight ass against his crotch. "I appreciate the status recognition, though," she added with a flirty smile, inspecting the holes through which hands and dicks will be entering.
"As you can see, if at some moment you want to take a break from stroking our staff, you can close them to take a rest." It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into building the little chamber. However, Somi quickly realized there was no way to stop anything from happening to her lower half, so she turned back to him, raising one eyebrow. "That is by design. After all, that is the main attraction."
"And if I need to pee or something?" She joked, pressing her fingers on her pussy.
"I would recommend you to do it now instead," he smirked. "You still have forty minutes before we start. I suggest you get comfortable."
She tried the bench, resting her head right at the level of the Chairman's bulge. "Don't pretend you won't be using me." Her arrogant smile almost made him ignore her underboobs, looming from under her top.
"I will lead by example, Miss." He reached for the inner pocket of his jacket, taking two laced pieces of fabric. "Here's your outfit for the night, by the way."
"Thank you!" She smiled brightly, taking them and quickly sliding the leg garters over her long legs, making sure they tightened around her upper thighs. "Boss, since there is still plenty of time," Somi ogled at him, slowly reaching for his crotch. "How about I suck your cocks outside here until we begin?" Her left arm stretched towards his manager. "You two can consider it a 'thank you' for taking such good care of me."
"I've always liked the way you think," the Chairman smirked. "I also expect you'll be okay with one of us getting inside this place for another blowjob from time to time. I imagine for a whore like you, getting dick after dick can become boring," he added, getting close to her face.
"And I thought you wouldn't care about my own entertainment," she replied sarcastically. Happily, she walked out of the chamber, surprising the lawyer. "Hi!" She greeted him, signaling him to get closer. She stood proudly, swinging her covered tits side to side while the Chairman and her manager walked behind her. "Is it okay if he joins too?" She asked the men behind her, holding her fingers to make her arms squeeze her tits.
The Chairman turned to the company's lawyer. "As long as there's no vaginal or anal penetration of any kind from us, there is no breach of contract," he stated, making Somi grin at the absurdity of the situation, since they were the ones building that contract.
With a nod from the men, and confident in every centimeter of her skin, she did not hesitate to strip. A single shoulder movement let her cardigan fall, followed by her shorts, revealing a pair of black panties that did nothing to cover her cunt. Knowing their eyes were on her, she quickly took her crop off and slid her panties down her legs. "How do they look?" She modeled her long, slim legs, posing to show her best angles.
"Just as I expected," the Chairman smirked, getting close to her, holding her by her waist with his left hand, making her flinch. "Don't forget I own you for as long as your contract is valid."
"No one owns…" The loud slap on her face caused her heart to skip a beat. The following tight grip on her neck brought her back to reality in an instant.
"I. Do." The Chairman's voice felt ominous, and yet, it shook her core, wetting her folds.
"Fuck," she mouthed, scanning his lips and the growth of his graying facial hair. She bit her lower lip, pressing her legs together.
"Everything you like," he reminded her in a whisper, pulling her close to his face to kiss her. She resisted for a couple of seconds, too aware of the itching his skin produced on her. The grip on her pipe tightened until she melted and kissed him back, taking her breath directly from him. "Remember that."
She nodded with a lustful smile. His hand released her neck. He didn't talk. He simply eyed down, and Somi knelt, quickly unbuckling his belt and releasing his semi-hard dick. With a light nod from him, she sucked on it, pumping his blood to harden it.
"You were right," he expressed to the manager. "She truly knows how to suck a cock."
Somi quickly turned to see her manager. "Told you," he mouthed with a bit of regret in his eyes. She blew him a kiss and signaled him to get closer. Her manager was just a pawn for them, obliged to share any valuable information. She held no grudge against him. If anything, she was thankful that, thanks to him, a series of bitter experiences was, at the very least, bittersweet. Now it was up to her to enjoy it.
Without losing focus on the blowjob, she quickly spat on her hand and took the familiar shaft of her manager to stroke him just the way he liked it. His soft grunt raised her confidence enough to call the lawyer.
"Don't get shy now, old man," the Chairman scoffed. "We'll be the only ones using her mouth today," he declared, caressing her cheek while she smoothly took the layer's erect penis out.
Surrounded by their members, Somi showed off her multitasking skills. Starting from left to right, she stroked two of them at once while blowing the third. First, her manager. She did every maneuver he loved just enough to edge him, always flirting with her eyes. Then, the Chairman. She let herself be used, bobbing her head consistently at the pace he shoved his cock in her mouth, always suctioning his glans and keeping eye contact.
Lastly, the lawyer. He awakened something she had not rationalized. She knew her manager was in his late thirties and the Chairman was in his mid-forties, but the lawyer looked older, mainly because of his salt-and-pepper hair. His shaft, however, kept his young spirit.
"How old are you?" She asked him, getting in his groin to kiss and lick his sack.
"Turned fifty a month ago," he replied, quickly sharing a complicit half-smile with the Chairman. She laughed, suddenly capturing his manhood with her mouth and taking his length down her throat. "Is she always like this?" He asked the manager, controlling his groans.
"Only when she likes a response," he stated, moaning when she squeezed his girth and pulled him closer towards her.
Willingly exposed, hungry, and at a clear disadvantage, Somi saw no point in pretending. Her wrists moved expertly through their spit-covered cocks, going from one to the other, letting them slap her face with their meat, spread her droll through her cheeks, and grope her tits as they pleased.
She missed the arousal of multiple warm, slippery shafts poking her cheeks and the careless handling of her body. The occasional hair-tugging made her squirm, and the constant pinching of her clear nipples, pulling them towards them was fun. She loved to feel them fight for her attention just as much as the lack of control. That would be her drive for the rest of the day.
Soon, the lawyer held her head, grunting. Somi gladly swallowed his dick, sucking it with drunken eyes.
"Paint her face," the Chairman instructed, making her grin. She let go of his girth and sat obediently, placing her hands behind her back, pouting as the lawyer slapped her cheek with his shaft until his jizz landed right under her eye.
Somi smiled warmly, waiting for him to finish so she could suck his tip one more time to take any remaining drops of cum directly from the penis that, in her mind, was as old as the one that brought her to this world. The mere thought made her engulf his manhood until her manager pulled her head towards him. "How do I look?" She purred, massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the Chairman with the other.
"Exactly like what you are," he scoffed, subtly patting her head three times. "A pretty cum dump," he chuckled, watching her mouth those exact words at the same time. Then, he exploded, landing the first shot of semen directly on her left eye, spreading his load throughout her face, including her forehead.
Battling to open her sticky eye, she leered at the Chairman as she licked the tip of the manager, making a whole erotic performance out of it. "Can I?" She asked, using her best dumb slut face to get close to his glans.
"Finish the job," he ordered without touching her head.
Somi willingly took him back into her mouth and sucked him to the best of her ability, quickly pumping more and more blood to his tip while her tongue swirled around it. It didn't take long for him to groan, announcing his climax. Somi finished him, suctioning his cock while her tongue licked his slit until his load was enough for her to swish loudly. She opened her mouth for him to see her tongue disappearing in the forming pool of semen while her eyes crossed.
"I trust you, gentlemen, will also want a copy of this, right?" He growled, shooting the last ropes of his seed onto her upper lip.
Somi hummed, keeping her mouth open and tilting her head.
"Oh, didn't we tell you? We've got cameras in different places to capture every angle." The Chairman stroked his dick slowly as she scanned the place, finding more and more little cameras. "Don't worry, we'll give you a copy so you can see how much of a… What was it? Pretty cum dump you are."
She giggled, gargled his load, ensuring every millimeter of her teeth and gums was painted by his sperm before swallowing it loudly. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, moving her tongue to show there were no remains. "I know I look gorgeous covered in cum," she purred as she stood up, holding the manager's and the lawyer's shafts. "It's a shame this is the only bit of cum that I'll get today," she whispered, getting close to the Chairman's face.
He didn't flinch. He only grinned, admiring the plaster of semen on her whole face. "A shame, really," he agreed, holding her heavy tit and pinching her nipple. "Now get ready. People are waiting, and I want to fuck you."
Somi grinned and chuckled, tiptoeing and sticking her tongue to lick his lip. "I hope you like my elite pussy," she whispered before stepping back with her manager, who had already collected her clothes. Just as they made eye contact, he signaled her to follow him to the cubicle.
"I am dripping right now," she chuckled when he closed the door. "Did you see how he choked me?" She hummed, remembering the feeling, the lack of agency. She ran her fingers through her folds to collect a bit of her nectar, licking her digits. "Want some?"
"I think I'm good, thank you," he replied, folding her clothes and patting the bench for her to get on it.
"What is it? You never look so blue after you paint my face," she scoffed as she jumped to sit on what will be her habitat for the rest of the day. "Don't you like it when I drink other people's cum?" Somi pouted, stretching her leg to make him turn.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, quickly turning to her and pulling her from her nipples. She whined, but kept her aroused face. "I know the kind of slut you are. I don't fucking care whose load you swallow. I just can't tell you what's getting on my nerves right now, okay?" He twisted her nipples and released them.
"Gosh, I love it when you do that," Somi sighed. "Is it the catch in this whole thing?" She asked, pulling him closer with her leg.
He didn't say anything. "Just remember, they are the ones pulling the strings."
"I know," she chuckled. "I know that too damn well. Whatever happens, I won't blame you one bit!" Her hands ran up his torso. "I would kiss you right now, but I don't want to mess up my skin care routine," she joked to lighten the mood. "Whatever is causing that stress, that anger… Use it to fuck me later, alright?" She added, taking so he could hug her.
"Oh, you know I will," he replied, quickly pulling her hair, forcing her to lie down. "But I have to get you ready."
Somi got through the hole in the wall. As she grew comfortable, her manager explained that once she was secured, she wouldn't be able to get out until they were done with her. "It'll be your fault if I fall asleep here," she grimaced, stretching her arms as he secured her waist, adding a padlock after the belt was tight enough to keep her in place, but barely loose enough for her to breathe. After that, he pressed a button that inflated the circumference of the hole surrounding her lower belly, leaving no space for her to see beyond the chamber, or for anyone outside to peek inside. 'That's a bummer,' she thought. "Will you help me with my legs?" She asked cutely.
"I'll do more than that," he replied, running his fingers through her torso before lowering the barrier for her face. It stopped under her collarbone. The mechanism was simple. A two-way mirror with the lower end shaped to allow some movement, and secured with a padded edge to avoid any accidents. It looked sturdy and fairly lightweight, judging by how he moved it before getting out.
He had left her phone handy, knowing the possibility of her getting bored was genuine, not just a joke. She remembered the small holes on her sides and decided to close them, as an extra treat if she felt like doing more later. Wiggling her toes, she decided to make a video call to a friend. Luckily for her, the barrier allowed her to move her arms under it as she pleased. Even better for her, her friend answered quickly.
"You whore! Whose cum is that?" Chaeyoung asked, happily surprised by the plaster semen on her friend's face.
"My manager's, and one of the company's lawyers," Somi replied proudly, brushing her finger on it to taste it.
"A lawyer? Are you tributing right now?"
"About to start. I think I'm getting my legs and pussy oiled right now," she chuckled, releasing a soft moan when his fingers ran through her outer lips, firmly grabbing her flesh.
"It seems? Can't you see what they're doing to you?"
"Noup!" She changed to the back camera to show her point of view. Her plump tits took up most of the camera at the beginning, forcing her to raise her arm.
"Whoa! You truly can't see shit of what's happening outside. Do you know how many are in line waiting?"
"No clue," Somi shrugged, giggling to hold the tickling caused by her manager as he oiled her feet. She returned to selfie mode. "All I know is that they're company people and they could bring guests, so no idea."
"You have to show me how foamy your pussy gets with all that cum!"
"I'd love to, but they're wearing condoms today." She rolled her eyes, running her finger through her face. "This is all the cum I'm getting today, apparently."
"Boo! At least they can also play with your tits!"
"Wait!" Somi saw the Chairman's hand entering the chamber to grab her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple.
"We'll start in a minute," he announced, patting her flat stomach.
"Let me see your face when the first guy gets into your cunt," Chaeyoung requested, clearly starting a screen recording.
"You read my mind," Somi chuckled. She signaled for her to be quiet as she heard the Chairman welcome the guests, mentioning that, while some of them stated they were only there to watch and jerk off, if there were still condoms available and they felt like it, they could put one on and shove it in the 'magnificent cunt' in front of them. Her soles wrinkled unconsciously, provoking the awe of the to-be participants.
"You can grope her, lick what you can of her, fuck her cunt or her ass. Please be mindful of the next person and her well-being. We'd like her to accept another invitation in the future. Keep her lubed. Follow the rules, and you'll be allowed to stay until we're done with her. Break them, and not only will you be taken home, but you'll be thrown naked outside of your house and left without a job. Even if you're not working for me." His tone at the end was dead serious. It caused fear in the listeners, but calm for her.
"Now," he continued, running his hand through her thigh. "The lucky ones. Enjoy."
She shuddered suddenly at the touch of at least six hands grabbing her long legs and feet. Quickly, another pair spread her folds, and two more hands went into the chamber, testing the quality of her breasts. Murmurs between the men, talking about her fit body and firm tits, generated more enthusiasm between them, but a tongue running wide through her petals made her moan softly.
"What?" Chaeyoung asked, a bit confused.
Somi focused on the slight itchiness caused by his facial hair rubbing against her sensitive core. "I think the Chairman's eating my cunt," she whispered with a smile, gathering the semen on her skin to eat it.
"You look really hot sucking that cum."
"Oh, I know!" Somi replied. They laughed as his tongue explored her entrance, and the other men shoved her feet into their mouths. With no other option, she gladly enjoyed the experience, releasing moans and trying to flirt with the camera capturing her from the ceiling, thinking her friend would see her later.
The men massaging her tits seemed adorable to her. 'They have me at their disposal, and they are barely squeezing them,' she thought. Her left hand ventured to clasp one of their hands to firmly grab her own udder. The man understood quickly and repeated the action himself before she did the same with the other hand. Soon, both of them were playing harder with her nipples.
The fun, however, came to an end sooner than she expected. Her expression made Chaeyoung laugh.
"You gentlemen can keep going as you like," the Chairman voiced, stepping away from Somi's pussy. She became expectant, already imagining his veiny manhood getting into her body, but instead, a thunderous whipping sound caused her bald cunt to burn as she grunted. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a second whiplash made her shiver.
"Now that sounds like my kind of fun," Chaeyoung murmured.
"Kind of understand why you like it so much," Somi panted, yelping at the fourth smack, harder than the rest. The impact left her hips shaking until a loud whimper came out from the depths of her lungs in response to the abrupt insertion of the Chariman's shaft.
"He shoved his cock in you, didn't he?" The short woman asked, getting the phone closer to her face.
"Mhmm!" Somi let out, rolling her eyes as she felt him going in and out. "Fuck yeah," she exclaimed at the precise and surprisingly gentle rub on her clit.
'Everything you like,' echoed in her mind. He was not kidding. Right there, she did not care how on earth he could know exactly how she liked to be pleasured; she just wanted more of that.
"Unnie," she moaned. "Sorry, I'm going to hang," she murmured before whining.
"They'll record everything, right?" her friend asked. Somi grinned, biting her lower lip and nodding. "We'll watch it later, then. Enjoy!" Noticing the blond woman was slowly getting drunk in lust, Chaeyoung ended the call.
With a glance, Somi confirmed it was over and set her phone aside, almost throwing it to ensure the men continued to handle her milkers roughly. They understood, sinking their fingers into her plump breasts, pinching and twisting her pale nipples as they wanted. She didn't love the lack of coordination among the people touching her body, but that added to the mental game of not being in control; that she loved, and a lot.
Knowing what was best for her, she let herself melt at the Chairman's ramming against her cunt. The way he stimulated her clit put her on the right path to her climax, although they would need to work her up a bit more. Earlier, she had purposefully avoided touching her vulva, and now, the realization that there was an unknown number of men outside, watching her being used like the whore she knew she was, increased her arousal even more. Before long, Somi felt her pussy tickling, announcing she was getting close to her orgasm.
'Oh, please no!' She thought, feeling the change of pace in the Chairman, and the hands groping her tits leave. At least the people massaging and licking her feet and toes were still fully on them, but her mental progress towards her climax was cut short.
She huffed, accepting her loss as the cock inside her began twitching and his thrusts became harder. 'How hard was it to just shove it raw?' She lamented to herself, faking an orgasm. She knew more than anything that there was no better way to boost a man's ego than making him believe his dick could send a woman to heaven and back to earth. She also knew businessmen's egos could be fragile, so it was better to play along, making a whole number for him and the cameras.
She rolled her eyes, sending her head back as she raised her voice so everyone could hear her high-pitched whimpers. Her cunt clenched around his girth, and her hips shook arrhythmically. She continued for a bit after he stopped, consciously trying to squeeze his load onto the condom.
"Now, isn't she lovely?" He said, proud of himself, withdrawing his girth from her pulsating walls.
Somi kept her fake post-orgasm expression. 'Maybe if I hadn't blown him, he would have lasted longer… Maybe he did it on purpose', she wondered, remembering his words from earlier and how good his hand felt around her neck.
"Please, let's add every trophy where it belongs," he voiced, tying the condom to her leg garter. "And now, enjoy yourselves."
Her train of thought was interrupted by a stinging whip that landed directly over her clit. She groaned, twisting in her place in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 'How the fuck did…' Another louder, equally precise hit landed on Somi's pussy, but still focused on her clitoris, making her squirm and contract her toes for their delight.
She heard a murmur, followed by yet another whip. This time, it landed slightly lower, spreading through her vulva, making her pink cunt look more vibrant. She learnt something new about her body, she could cum with that kind of abuse, and she liked it more than she'd like to admit. 'Chaeyoung unnie will have a feast with me later,' she chuckled, for a moment before gasping loudly.
A cock quickly stretched her asshole, forcing his way into her rectum until her buttcheeks clapped with the man's pelvis. Before any idea could form, a new set of people gathered around her body, holding her legs, licking her feet, and shoving their hands into the holes to grab her breasts. Every man touching a part of Somi was rougher than the previous batch, biting her thighs and calves, swirling their tongues through her toes, and aggressively torturing her nipples. Probably, if it weren't for the whipping from a few moments ago, the abrupt insertion into her puckerhole would have burned more than it did.
However, with all the hands running through her body, she had to focus on the shaft's girth and length. The way he held her upper thighs, the angle at which he fucked her could likely mean just one person. She clenched her rim three times, as quickly as her muscles allowed her. He replied, tapping three times on her thigh. Her manager.
Somi grinned, happy that he was releasing his tension and anger on her. He could have moved elsewhere ages ago, leaving her alone, to the mercy of whatever Private Affairs Manager was assigned to her. Instead, despite all the stress she caused him, he stayed.
Years ago, after a night of drinking, an idea of her, she had gotten him drunk and taken him to her bed. He woke up to her naked body next to her, still stinking of alcohol. His sudden escape from bed woke her up. She reassured him that she wanted to have sex with him, that she had started every move, and that she wanted to compensate him for all the hard work he had done for her. After that, and a clumpy round of hangovered sex, whenever she saw him pressing his fingers on his temples, she looked for an opportunity to blow him or have him unload his seed inside her holes. Right there, beyond the pleasure of his manhood reshaping her guts, she felt an even greater satisfaction that he had taken her offer.
He was, indeed, fucking her butthole as hard as he could. She could hear his grunts through the audience's murmurs. Without a warning, he stepped back, leaving her pucker hole gaping for a moment before he returned, impaling Somi's ass again as if he never left. He knew how to pound her ass in just the right way to bring her back to the plateau of her orgasm, and even better for her, he knew perfectly how to shut down her brain.
Her trust in him was rewarded sooner than she expected. One of his hands ran through her body, beginning from her bald cunt and slowly reaching to her folds. She giggled at his familiar touch, even more at the soft pinching his digits and his cock made as he explored her cunt.
"Mhmm!" She exclaimed loudly, causing the other men groping her body to also be rougher with her. That did wonders for her, but her body was focusing on her holes. The right curl, the right amount of pressure, the right speed to keep her on edge. Then, a hard foreign object slid into her pussy, guided by his fingers. 'No, he would not,' she rambled.
"Oh! Fuck me!" Somi grunted, quickly shaking her hips against his manhood. Her manager had shoved a lush vibrator. In a smooth movement, he turned it on and pressed it against her G-spot while he kept ramming her ass. For a moment, everything became overwhelming. The combined action of his feral thrusting on her butthole, his mercyless, precise fingering with the added vibration of the toy, the pull and pinch of her nipples, the bites on her legs, and the never-ending licking of her soles and toes. Everything hit her nervous system at once, causing her to feel her first real climax of the day.
She tried to hold it as much as she could. Her toes stretched and contracted erratically, wrinkling her soles as their mouths kept savoring them. Her legs bent as if trying to close, limited by the shackles on her ankles. Unable to arch her back as much as she wanted because of the belt on her waist, her body directed her tension to her hands, quickly grabbing her plump tits, diverting the men's focus to her nipples for a proper, painful twist of her udders as she squeezed them for them.
Then, a loud spank, so hard she could feel the shape of his hand burning throughout the orgasm that released. "Yes, yes, more!" She let out in a thunderous cry. "Fucking use me!" Somi whimpered, convulsing through a climax that seemed eternal.
The fingers tweaking her nipples pinched them so hard she did not understand how the pleasure running through her body eclipsed the pain completely. Somi loved having men praising her legs, worshiping her feet, causing the tickling tongues and mouths on her legs and soles felt twice as much. But what flooded her mind was the perfect sync of her manager's cock and his digits working her holes as angrily as he could. The vibrator on his fingers multiplied every sensation in and out of her body. Somi enjoyed every second of it, letting her vaginal and anal walls grip onto her manager without any restraint.
Confused, she noticed her orgasm decreasing. When she looked down, the hands handling her nipples were different. "When?" She panted with a smile, still drunk on the pounding she was getting on her puckered hole, clenching without control.
Right when she was regaining control of her holes, she felt his manhood throbbing inside her, followed by a set of rougher thrusts and curling of his fingers. "That's right! Give it to me! Shoot it all!" She moaned, trying to tighten her butthole for him until his pelvis slammed as deep inside her as he could. 'I need him to fuck me like that raw,' she laughed to herself.
Her manager, however, was not done. He quickly withdrew his shaft, leaving her asshole gaping and the vibrator buzzing in her cunt while he tied the used condom on her leg garter. Before she could react any further, and still under the mist of her orgasm, Somi felt his fingers re-entering her slit, firmly pressing on her G-spot, making her whine. Same hand, his dominant one, but different grip. More comfortable for him, easier for him to apply force on her insides.
"If anybody wants a drink, you'd better step forward," he announced to the men waiting in line.
"This motherfucker…" She sighed, hearing the men outside the chamber walk, curse, and even praise their deities as they knelt right in front of her pussy. The men groping her boobs left her rest for a moment to enjoy the show. 'Gosh, I'd love to see their faces,' she thought, considering how much people were scanning her folds and her pink, currently gaping, asshole. 'Nayeon unnie will love this,' she giggled, knowing perfectly well what was next for her sensitive core.
Her manager's left hand slid through her smooth pubis, reaching for her clit. Three gentle taps, and he rubbed Somi's sensitive bean as he frantically fingered her, putting all of his might onto her G-spot. Her reaction was immediate. Her body shook violently, contorting her locked legs and spreading her toes. Inside the chamber, she squirmed as much as the tight belt in her stomach allowed her. Feeling how sturdy the structure felt, she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was giving her.
Her insides relaxed fully, her hands ran freely through her massive rack, and her mouth let free a series of whimpers begging him to keep going. The crescendo was quick and violent. One moment, Somi felt her body screaming as her cunt dripped her nectar in a consistent flow; the other one, her mind went blank.
Her climax hit her like a train. Her eyes rolled back, and she tweaked her nipples harder than she had ever twisted them herself. When her manager removed his left hand and withdrew his fingers from her cunt to fiercely rub her clit, she exploded. Her core began a series of strong contractions that resulted in at least three rows of men getting sprayed with her squirt.
He admired Somi's pussy turning into a fountain, pushing the lush vibrator as a projectile as her urethra expanded to release the translucent liquid over the desperate men in front of him. Three powerful blasts gushed out of her cunt, aimed by his fingers to reach as many heads as possible. The following jetstreams were weaker, allowing two of the men closest to her cunt to get closer and catch some with their mouths and have a proper taste of her juices.
Somi's body was as sensitive as an exposed nerve. The shackles on her ankles, the belt around her waist, the bench beneath her, her manager's fingertips brushing her smooth pubis; every new signal made her muscles contract, ejecting every bit of squirt out of her cunt until her body had nothing else to release.
"You heard the boss," her manager voiced, getting everyone's attention, including what little conscious Somi was regaining. "Enjoy yourselves," he reminded them, spanking her pink, glistening cunt as hard and as loud as he could, causing her to grunt, moan, and giggle as her body contorted in place. He admired her holes, pushing themselves out and contracting back. Before the swarm of mostly naked men surrounded him, he walked away.
Left alone, locked in place, and feeling like a bitch in heat, a new wave of men quickly took Somi's body. This time, two different guys were eating her cunt and her ass respectively, swirling their tongues as deep inside her holes as they could. She needed more. Shaking, she reached for the little holes on her sides to open them before taking some lube from the dispensers and sticking out her hands.
"Dude!" One of the men, grabbing her tits, barked. He squeezed her right boob harder and pinched her nipple, adding a little twist until it slipped from his fingers when he took his arm out. He peeked through the hole, admiring her clear nipples, noticing she was reaching out for more dicks willingly. "There's room for two more!" He announced, moving closer to get his handjob.
She guided his manhood inside the chamber as another cock appeared in her left hand. As soon as another pair of hands got in to take hold of her milkers, her lust took the best of her. In an attempt to make the best of her situation, Somi removed the two-way mirror from her clavicle, not caring about the possibility of someone peeping and discovering who she really was.
Right when a new shaft entered her cunt, she crunched towards the penis on her right, trying her hardest to reach it with her mouth. She grunted, clenching her fists and stroking their girths. 'It'd need to be twice as long for me to reach the tip,' she whined, lying flat on the bench for a second before trying something else. Risking being seen, she let go of one dick to reach underneath the bench, finding the buckle that kept her torso restricted.
"Damn it!" She grunted between her panting and moaning from the energetic thrusts in her sensitive cunt. 'A fucking lock?' She realized her manager had added it earlier while she got comfortable. She was so relaxed that she didn't even notice. Either way, that surely wasn't his idea. Throwing her head back, she quickly reached for the mirror, catching a glimpse of a masked man through the hole where a dick should have been.
Her heart sank as she secured the barrier. Murmurs got louder by the second. Hands got in and out of the holes so they could take a peek. No one else saw her face. His dick went back to the hole, and she immediately stroked it.
"I told you, man, she looked like Somi!"
"You must be crazy."
"She was identical!"
"They surely hired a similar whore just for us to get hornier with the idea."
"I know what I saw, man. And those tits are about the right size for her."
After that, every man getting a part of them through the holes would take a glance inside the chamber, not only to admire her rack and perfect skin, but also to try to confirm the theory. Everyone agreed that, even if the slut they were fucking was not Somi, she was the best next thing.
The scare reminded her of her place in that room. A toy to be used by them, with no agency or freedom to do anything that was not previously allowed by them. Even if she were not locked as she was, she would have given herself to the hoard of horny men, although if her body were free, she would surely enjoy it way more. Past that point, things became a bit monotone for her, except for a few highlights.
The ropes of cum that made it to her skin sometimes landed on the hands of whoever was groping her udders, making her laugh a bit. She tasted it, eating the first bits, passing it down with a bit of water until she grew bored of the taste. Somi collected the following loads in an empty water bottle.
Some men, eager to try as much of her body as they could, fucked her cunt and butt, shoving their cocks from one hole to the other until they came. There was also a point where four people ran a train fucking her puckerhole with no lube, which, on the positive side, became a rest for her pussy, but also resulted in her pink rim burning. Luckily, the following guy wanted both holes and added a generous amount of lubricant to both entrances from the start.
Few guys dared to use some of the toys at their disposal. Some, however, did so in some creative enough ways to bring her mind back to what was being done to her body. One guy duct-taped one of the lush vibrators to her clit and set it up at the lowest level. 'Not the best way to do that, but it will do if they leave it there,' Somi scoffed, enjoying the feeling.
Someone had finally decided to try the anal beads. This was not the usual set with beads that grow in thickness; it had five rubber beads, each a little less than four centimeters in diameter. Thankfully, he had lubed them well enough to shove the whole thing inside of her anus before he rammed her pussy. The sensation was equally arousing and surprising. She had shoved toys that large up her butt in the past, but it was on her own free time, terms, and control. Now, she had no say on when it would go out or when they would fuck her ass with that toy. Regardless, she enjoyed the feeling of having something buried so deep inside her guts alongside the constant rubbing of a dick against the hard rubber through her walls.
Then, trouble began. After a couple more guys used her cunt while the beads were still deeply shoved in her rectum, the following guy wanted to have a bit more fun with her. Even though he started with her pussy, his grip on her thigh let Somi know he had taken one of the dildos from the box. The man only fucked her for a minute before he took a step back from her slit. He took the handle from the anal beads and, in one strong, uncontained movement, pulled them all out of her guts.
She grunted as her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered. Somi felt as if her ass turned inside out. Her cunt dripped a weak trail of pee as proof of how that strong sensation messed her up. Unaware of how badly her ass looked, but sure she was gaping greatly, the man impaled his length into her butthole, followed by an abrupt insertion in her pussy.
Whoever he was, the man had a rhythmic talent to fuck. In just two thrusts, he had already perfected how to smoothly drill her ass and folds, fully shoving the dildo or his cock into her body while he pulled out the other, ensuring both phalluses pinched her thin walls throughout his turn with her.
"Keep going! Please, please keep going like that!" She whimpered. In response, he raised the vibrator's level to medium. "Yes!" Somi exclaimed, taking that moment to its fullest. Again, she quickly reached for the men groping her tits. This time, she held their hands for a firm breast massage, giving her nipples a rest before taking more lube from the dispensers and grabbing the throbbing shafts on her sides, rubbing their mushroom tips before stroking their full lengths just as passionately as she was getting pounded.
"No, no, no! Just a little longer!" She whined at the sensation of his thrusts getting harder and his dick pulsating inside her walls. To her demise, despite the good hand and hip coordination, he was still just a man, too selfish to care about her pleasure, or perhaps, too cruel to torture her, getting her close to the plateau of her climax only for him to suddenly stay still as he filled the rubber enveloping his manhood until he was done with her.
"Come on! Just a bit more of that! Please!" Somi begged, moving her hips to fuck herself with his now semi-erect cock, clenching her ass his length in an attempt to get him hard again.
"Pettyfull," the man chuckled, taking his meat out of Somi's pink butthole, leaving the toy buried in her pussy. "I'd say she sounds better if we don't let her cum, but that's just me," he joked in an arrogant tone as he tied up his condom on her leg garter.
By then, she had already lost count of how many condoms she had on each leg, or how many times someone had released his jizz on her hands. She knew, however, that the amount of semen weighing down her garters had surely stretched them beyond repair, and that only seven of them had managed to cum with enough force to reach her body on the bench.
The next man in line for her holes was just as memorable as the last one, but not for his skills. Amidst her whining for more, he shoved three fingers inside her rectum, moving them in circles until the dildo fell out of Somi's pussy. Then, he used the same three digits to finger her folds before shoving the toy up her ass and his dick in her cunt.
His thrusts were short. She was unsure if it was because of the disappointing length he possessed, or because he was trying to, in his own way, also fuck her with the dildo. Either way, she soon learnt that the toy, for whatever reason, had no flared base or rubber balls to stop it.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Somi begged as she tried to push the dildo out when she felt it getting dangerously narrower at its end. "Take it out! Please take it out!" She yelled, letting go of the cocks on her sides.
"Dude, what's the deal? This whore just pushed us away."
Somi's exhaustion and the reshaping of her rectum caused by the anal beads were enough for her attempts to be in vain. Her anus had swallowed the dildo completely, and her puckered hole had shut tight despite her constant pushing.
Afraid of what that could lead to, especially with the constant pounding she was receiving in her cunt, she begged them to stop as she felt the toy slowly getting deeper into her body.
"Fucking hell," she heard in the background. A familiar irritated tone. More murmurs. "What? Get the fuck out of my way!" He was angrier, getting closer. 'My danm hero,' she thought, panting with a tint of relief.
"Hey, what's your problem, man?" The lame, hardened cock left her pussy alone.
"Take this bastard out of here and add him to the black list… I can't believe I still have to ask for a little common sense," he sneered, tapping on Somi's pubis three times as the men grabbing her udders and waiting for her to stroke their cocks left their positions to see what the commotion was. He shoved his middle and ring fingers as deeply inside her anus as he could. She felt him move the dildo, but there was no way for him to grab it. "Fuck it," he growled.
Her manager patted her thigh again. Three times. Calmer, softer. Then, he shoved three fingers into her cunt, directly reaching for her G-spot. She knew what to do. He cranked the vibrator to its maximum and repeated the process as before.
Despite his familiarity with her folds, Somi's nervousness delayed her forced orgasm. She needed to make sure that her contractions would not get the toy lost deeper in her intestines, so she held on to her climax until she felt it was right.
"Come on, you dumb slut, come for me one more time," he grunted, loud enough for her to listen as his fingers hit the right spot with enough force for the audience to see her pubis move from within. "Just push it all out, damn it."
She exploded. He could feel through her pussy how she was avoiding contractions and putting extra energy into pushing out. He made an extra effort to push his fingers upward to avoid any contact with the dildo through her walls.
Somi was tweaking in place, feeling her squirt spill all over the place, running through her asscheeks until the toy was expelled from her puckerhole. She smirked as he kept on with his fingering, this time pressing on her bladder, intensifying the sensation through her body until she reached her peak.
Without a word, he left her trembling, panting. The holes of the chamber closed, and a new set of men took her legs, feet, and holes, licking every millimeter as she contorted in place.
"Stay away if you know what's good for you." Somi heard him as he opened the door. His tone was a threat. Two men agreed, murmuring, and he closed the room.
Somi turned to her left and giggled devilishly. "I owe you something for saving me from a really embarrassing visit… To the doctor," she grinned and moaned as she shuddered. "Sorry for the shirt," she scoffed, scanning the wet stains of her squirt throughout his clothes.
"At least you're fully alert now." He shook his head, placing a folder on his side as he caressed her hair.
"Give me that pretty cock of yours. Let me repay you," Somi said, almost purring as she reached for his buckle. He did not hesitate to help her and took his dick out, letting her latch onto it after taking the barrier off her shoulders. "You have no idea how cruel it is to have so many cocks and can't suck one single penis over here!"
"I can get the idea," he chuckled. "You're not going to ask what's in the folder?"
"No. You'll tell me either way," she affirmed, sucking his dick as she hollowed her cheeks to release it with a loud pop. "Am I wrong?"
"Don't make me hate you even more."
"I'd be… Incapable of doing that," she pouted amidst her moans. Somi let her face softly fall on his shaft, engulfing it completely until her lips touched the base of his cock.
"I'm not so sure about it," he joked, feeling her tongue sticking out to lick the underside of his manhood and his sack. "Somi, they're offering to clear your debt if you serve one more man tonight… Raw."
She took out his shaft from her throat very slowly, licking his tip as it got out. "Just one more guy? What's the catch? He's sick or something?" She asked with a confident smile, covering her lips with the drool hanging from his glans.
"He's clean, but I can't say any details about him. Everything's in the folder, though."
"Then fuck it. Or let him f-fuck me however he wants," she chuckled, whimpering halfway through as a new dick entered her pussy.
"Somi… Please read the damn contract," he sighed, holding a grunt caused by her tongue swirling through every crease of his tip as she stroked him.
She huffed. "I gave up on counting how many strangers have fucked me today, like thirty minutes after we started. Nevermind about the ones who've touched me. I don't know how long I'll still have to stay here, so I couldn't care less if there's one guy who gets to fill my womb today." She pouted. "I just wish that out of all of them it would have been you or the Chairman," Somi grimaced before capturing his tip again.
"Read. The damn. File."
She muffled, imitating his rhythm with his cock in her mouth. "Just give me the pen, or do I have to sign it with blood?" She chukled, stretching her hand.
"Don't say I didn't try to warn you." He passed her the document and a pen. She stopped the blowjob for a moment just to sign it and handed it back to him.
"Now relax, fuck my face and cum wherever you want," she grinned wickedly, opening her mouth for him.
As she requested, he used her throat, making her gurgle as she hummed and moaned happily, looking at his eyes until her tight pipe took him to his climax. "You're making it harder to hate you," he exclaimed, holding a little longer. She giggled, smiling proudly with teary eyes, keeping eye contact as his hands pressed her skull against his groin and he shot his load directly onto her throat. "One of these a week and you'd be worth all the trouble."
Somi wiggled her head side to side, as a tear shed down her cheek, right before she took him out of her mouth, sealing his girth with her lips to maintain all her drool in her mouth. She swallowed it all with a loud gulp and opened her mouth for him. "Either I'm very good at sucking your cock, or I'm not giving you enough trouble," she grinned. "Which one is it?"
He scoffed, shaking his head. "Better for me if you don't know."
"Either way, if I give you more trouble, I'd need to blow you more often, right?"
"Oh, fuck you, Somi," he laughed.
"I'm getting fucked right now, in case you forgot what's happening down there," she giggled, pursing her lips and pointing to her hips.
"Give them twenty more minutes."
He was right. He opened the chamber's holes and stepped out of the cubicle. Once he was outside, he kissed one of Somi's soles and confirmed the number of condoms left. He distributed the remaining rubbers as he told them that if they wanted to have a chance to touch her, they'd better jerk off to speed things up.
For the rest of the men, he made them sign a list so they could be contacted first when the next elite slut is available for an event like this. Upset, but knowing they had no chance or voice in the matter, they left.
By the twenty-minute mark, the last man put his condom on and had his fun with Somi, fucking her ass as he fingered her pussy, taking her juices to his mouth.
"Man, she tastes so fucking good," he told the manager, shoving his digits into her cunt again.
"Tell me about it," he laughed, crossing his arms, watching him finish.
For Somi, while the experience was entertaining and pleasurable, she had become numb to the motion. All things considered, the point was to make her feel used. Checked. And for them to have a treat. Checked.
She picked up her phone, realizing there had been at least three hours since her call with Chaeyoung had ended. Some quick math was enough to confirm that she had broken her personal record for the number of men using her holes in a single day, at least four times over.
Once the last man was done, he thanked the manager for the magnificent pussy he had gotten for the staff and their guests. The manager took the compliment and went into the cubicle.
"That guy also had a rubber," Somi pouted at him, frowning.
"Yeah, I need to get you ready before the man gets here."
She pretended to be shocked by his words, taking the bottle where she had collected the cum that landed on her body. "Am I not presentable enough?" She asked, letting a trail of semen fall on her lips and run down her neck.
"Matter of fact, you'll stay locked. Even more so than before, I'm afraid," he replied, using his finger to pick up the sperm from her neck and shoving the finger in her mouth for her to suck. "But trust me, if he could see you whole, he'd remember you for the rest of his life."
"That'll do, then. Get me ready!" Somi giggled, wiggling her tits.
He asked her to clean any trace of jizz from her skin and to rehydrate. After pushing the button to deflate the circumference, sealing her torso, he went back to her legs to clean them before sitting in front of her ass. "I know your holes are a bit desensitized. This will help you feel anything pretty much as if you were just starting again."
"Huh?" Somi crutched a bit, now being able to see past the chamber. She cooed as her manager shoved a couple of fingers covered in lube inside her cunt, reaching for her cervix. "Can we use that later?" She requested, clearly enjoying his touch.
"If you want. We can take this bottle with us." He was focused on getting the sleek liquid properly spread through her walls. He sighed. "Remember I'm just following orders, alright?" Without a response from her, even though he had her full attention, he repeated the process, this time with her asshole.
Somi let her moans free throughout the process, relaxing her pink rim so he could do his job. "Whoa, that again?" Her eyes widened at the sensation of the anal beads entering her rectum again.
"The Chairman wants you to show him your gape." His tone was serious.
"Do you think this guy would like it?" She bit her lips, fully cooperating to get the last ball inside of her.
"It will leave an impression on him. That's for sure." He sighed, cleaning the excess lube from Somi's groin, leaving her pussy glistening enough to show her arousal, and her puckeredhole hugging the toy's handle before getting back with her.
"Will he know he's fucking me? I can make my 'oh you're so big' face for him," she joked, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue.
"You'd know that already if you had read the contract, but no." He scanned her skinny body, large breasts, and pretty face. "Give me your hands," he requested, standing next to her head.
"I was beginning to wonder if these were for me or for someone else," Somi scoffed with a smirk.
"With risk of inflating your ego even more, this whole chamber was built with you in mind," he explained, securing her wrists at the level of her head with the handcuffs, ensuring these were tight.
"Will I be at his full mercy, then?" She wondered, barely letting her hesitation show.
"You'll be what you've always been: The perfect fuck-doll. But he'll be the one playing with you until he's satisfied." His voice was clear, factual. The same tone he uses when there's some bad news hidden. He ran a leather strap behind her neck.
"No talking either?" She pursed her lips, raising her eyebrows as she admired the ball gag and the small orifices it had to allow breathing.
"Any last words?"
"Can we book this place for later? Just you and me?" Somi winked at him, blowing a kiss.
He sighed, almost laughing. "I won't be kind to you," he reassured her, putting the ball in her mouth and securing it. She tried to talk, but gave up quickly as she could not comprehend her own mumbling. Before her manager got out, he secured her head with the belt.
Her heart pounded loudly. Tens of men had just used her. She was sure each leg was carrying well over twenty used condoms, her trophy of the night, along with the bottle of cum she had by her side. It wasn't until he lowered the mirrored barrier and left the chamber that she felt anxious about letting this random man fill her womb.
Time felt eternal. The chill breeze from the AC had already hardened her nipples and given her goose bumps all over her body. She could barely feel her legs, but she could feel her juices slowly running from her pussy down her butthole, making her even more conscious about the twenty-five centimeters of rubber stuck on her guts, waiting to be removed by this stranger. Right when her mind began to fantasize about it, the door opened.
"Enjoy yourself," she heard the Chairman say before the door closed.
Somi tried to look up, kept in place by the belt holding her head. 'Nothing left to do but enjoy it, I guess,' she thought, listening to the man undress.
A small moan came out of her lungs at the touch of his lips on her right sole. His mouth ran through her long legs, taking his time to enjoy her smooth skin and to admire the set of condoms hanging from each leg. Slowly, he let himself touch more and more of her until his fingers sank into her thighs. His rough skin added to the mystery of him, and a firm spank on her ass turned her nervousness into desire.
She felt his breath right over her pussy, followed by a blow produced by his sigh. His hands ventured inside the chamber to get a proper hold of her midriff. The damn belt that locked her in place ruined the tight grip of his fingers compressing her waist until his fingers touched.
His hands went up to her udders. A soft massage, causing Somi to release sweet coos until his fingers played with her sensitive nipples. He tested them, chuckling at the sweet moans that came out at every hard pinch or twist. 'No need to hide it,' she chuckled, feeling more comfortable in her place.
Then, his lips pressed on her bald pubis, getting lower and lower until he kissed her clitoris, and his tongue cupped her juices to eat her cunt. There was no need to guide him. Every kiss, every lick, every little combination of him exploring her folds and her hooded clit felt charged with hunger and intent. The experience itself was not going to take her to her climax, but it seemed that was not his purpose. She didn't mind. In fact, she could stay like that for a while, and she'd be satisfied.
A light pull and she became aware of the anal beads again. His lips abandoned her pussy, but his fingers entered the scene as he played with the beads, pulling one of them out, then back in. The controlled movement reminded her of how deep they reached inside of her.
His digits curled inside her pussy, exploring her depth and texture, as well as the way her inner walls adapted to the toy as this moved inside of her. She was sure his eyes were extra focused on how her puckeredhole stretched so easily at every pull. This led to the obvious next step.
Very slowly, he pulled more of the beads out of her rectum until only two remained inside of her. Somi felt the fingers in her cunt outlining the last ball through her walls, almost pushing it out of her ass. He took his fingers out of her pussy and used that palm to press her lower abdomen while he shoved them all back inside, making sure she felt it reshape her guts. Her soft moans had turned into nervous whimpers.
Once it was all inside of her, he pushed a little further, making her breathing turn heavier as the handle disappeared in her anus, which shut around his finger. He forced a second digit inside of her and curled them as a hook to get the toy. 'Not again,' Somi panted, before the man quickly pulled the whole set of beads out of her guts, leaving her trembling, leaking a bit of squirt, and gaping.
He threw the toy over her abs while he licked the circumference of her asshole, shoving his tongue inside of her. She was equally ashamed and aroused, impressed by how good it felt and how little control she had of her muscles. Somi let herself get lost in pleasure, releasing her increasingly louder moans as he ate her ass and pussy, playing with her tits at will, this time, almost making her cum.
Already in her plateau, he suddenly stopped, causing her to whine, clearly begging for more despite the lack of clarity of her pleas.
The next thing Somi felt was his tip, gently touching her gaping butthole before he impaled her. Her body was more than ready to welcome him, even though he was slightly girthier than the beads. She immediately moved her hips to feel his might, but his fingers quickly took a firm hold of her cunt, curling inside to keep her in place while he thrusted into her rectum.
His intention was clear: Enjoy her body. He was in no rush, and neither was she; not that she had any say on the matter. Somi let her body talk for her, allowing her instincts to take over her, clenching around his girth and his digits as she whimpered and swayed her hips for him.
When he had had enough, he kept her hips slightly raised just with the hook of his fingers. He pulled out of her gaping ass and fingered it with his free hand. She chuckled, clenching happily, letting him know she was ready for him.
Without making her wait any further, he shoved his whole length into her pussy.
The previous experience with the beads had altered her depth perception, but the quick hit on her cervix made Somi realize his actual size. 'Talk about save the best for last,' she thought, grunting as he pushed her womb to fit into her tight core.
Somi cried in pleasure, clenching her cunt around him in an attempt to feel every detail of him. His girth, his length, his veins, the shape of her glans. He was the biggest cock she had experienced that day.
Both stayed still. The subtle throbs of his meat reassured her he was enjoying her as much as she was.
In sync, both began to sway their hips. The friction of his flesh inside her walls felt so much more rewarding. She tightened her core just to feel the direct touch of his manhood, making up for all the covered dicks that used her in the past hours.
Her whimpers were clear. She loved the way he fucked her, and she wanted more.
He worked her towards her climax, keeping her on edge when he felt her pussy squeezing his girth every time he pulled out.
Somi let her needy side show. Her clenching became more obvious, and her moans became pleas.
Keeping the same pace, he added more fuel to the fire that would turn into her last orgasm of the night.
Her cries became desperate, begging him to pull the trigger. She knew he had her where he wanted, and she feared he could prolong it forever. Luckily, that was not the case.
His right hand moved to her cunt, shoving three fingers in addition to his shaft. 'Oh, fuck yes, please!' She thought, expressing it in a pathetic cry for more. Without breaking the rhythm of his deep thrusts, he attacked her G-spot.
Somi tried to hold it, prolong the feeling of the imminent explosion as much as she could, but his digits were too much for her. His relentless ramming and merciless curling of his fingers released a powerful climax where she shuddered, contorting every muscle of her body as her pussy squirted against his lower abdomen, spraying her juices all over the place.
The cherry on top, at the highest point of her orgasm, he also came. His warm seed hit the deepest part of her cunt. Somi could feel him twitching inside of her, releasing spurt after spurt of semen, filling her to the brim, flooding her cervix.
Through her convulsions, her legs still made a lame attempt to hug his hips to ensure he'd stay inside her. But even if she had no shackles holding her ankles, she had no force left in her limbs.
Slowly, Somi came back to reality, becoming aware of the sweat across her torso, the droplets of squirt on her midriff, and the mutual shivering she and the man shared.
They stayed there for a full minute, breathing heavily, occasionally clenching their genitals to know both of them were still conscious.
Carefully, he pulled out, and Somi fought through her own sensitivity to keep her pussy shut. That was the only load she could get inside her cunt that day, and she would not let it go to waste.
The man pulled her body towards him, only to kiss her sweaty abdomen and drink the puddle of squirt that was resting on her navel. With a kiss on her pubis, he dressed up. Before leaving, he spanked her, grabbing her ass firmly, and knelt to lick her still gaping asshole, saying his goodbye with a kiss on her clit.
Alone, restricted, and gagged, Somi laughed at herself. Whomever that was, he had given her one of the best orgasms of the last months, maybe of her year. After the consistent groping of the last hours, she enjoyed the calm after all had ended. Her mind flew, thinking of ways to celebrate clearing her debt after years of debuting.
Half an hour passed before her manager opened the door and quietly entered the chamber.
"Tell me you have the recording for the last one, please!" Somi's eyes widened as her smile took over her face.
"Every bit of it." Serious tone again. He released her head and arms.
"I get a copy of that, right?"
"I'll deliver it to your door," he sighed, watching her quickly reach for her pussy, shoving her ring and middle fingers to cup the still warm jizz from her insides before taking it to her mouth.
"Oh fuck! Not only was he good, but he also tastes delicious!" Somi made sure to suck her fingers clean before reaching for another dose of semen. "I don't know where you found this guy, but if he asks for me, give him my number. I'd let him fuck me again for free." She chucked, not caring about his concerned frown.
She let him do his stuff while she used her nails to get every last drop of his load to her mouth, including the traces hidden in the circumference of her cervix. Somi felt a rush of satisfaction and thrill, thinking that after half an hour, a part of it would stay inside her womb, accompanying her for the next few days.
"You don't mind about the garters, right?"
"You can keep them if you want," she joked, feeling the cold pair of scissors sliding between the fabric and her skin to cut it.
Her manager pressed a few specific points along the bench's edge before releasing her ankles from the shackles. With the help of two more pairs of hands, he pulled the bench with her on it.
She was surprised by how smoothly the upper layer of her resting place rolled outside the chamber. Somi was relieved that the other men were the Chairman and the lawyer. One kept her still while the other fixed the new support points for her. Once secured, her manager lowered her weak legs, letting them rest over another table.
"Thirsty?" The Chairman smiled kindly.
"And hungry!" She replied, feeling her legs as two foreign objects because of the numbness.
"Seeing how much you liked the last gentleman's cum, and how much more semen we've collected from all the men who used this precious pair of holes, we thought it would be a shame to throw it all away." The Chairman spread her legs to rub her groin, making her coo and shiver.
Somi huffed in disbelief, but upon seeing her manager cut a bunch of condoms open to spill their contents in a glass, she turned back to the Chairman, raising her eyebrows.
"Do you think you can handle that?" He asked as the manager approached with an almost full glass. He kept walking to take the bottle where she had collected the semen that had made it to her skin. Without asking, he opened it and poured it into the glass.
"That's too much," Somi exhaled, barely audible.
"Maybe the term elite whore was a bit too much."
Her eyes went from the lawyer, sitting at the perfect angle to see her profile, to her manager, clearly tired by the whole day, and to the Chairman, smirking at her. Somi didn't say a word. She inhaled deeply and took the glass, careful not to drop a thing.
The stink of cum was stronger than she had anticipated, but she started drinking it. Small gulps at first, letting her mouth and throat prepare for it. She took a break, licking her glossy lips. "It would've been easier directly from the source, you know?"
"What's the fun in 'easier'?" The lawyer replied.
A challenge. Even if not clearly worded, it felt like a challenge. Greening, Somi tilted her head, raised the glass, and drank it without stopping. Her gulps were larger, louder, and visibly harder to pass down. She could feel the semen clogging her throat while her eyes cried until the glass was empty.
She kept the last shot of jizz in her mouth. It was the hardest to pass down, but she managed to do it, burping after that, forcing her to control her need to retch to keep it all in her stomach. "Satisfied?" She turned to the lawyer, feeling the taste of their sperm on her breath.
"Plenty. Every bit of today came exactly as I planned," he replied, surprising Somi with that fact.
"I know you'd rather have all that cum deposited directly into your womb or your guts instead of your stomach," said the Charman, tapping the entrance of her pussy before running his fingers to her belly. "But this should be sufficient until you have a big party," he smiled.
"Or until you have another event," Somi smirked, purposefully exhaling her breath to the man as she leaned towards him.
"Is that a proposal?" He cupped her face, pressing his fingers on her cheeks.
"Only if they go raw next time," she chuckled, biting her lips, secretly struggling not to throw up all the cum on his face.
"We got a deal," he replied, turning her face to kiss her cheek. "We'll leave you two alone in the building. You have thirty minutes to get out before any employee comes back to recognize those magnificent pair of tits they were playing with."
Her manager helped her get dressed. Still with no strength in her legs, he carried her in his arms to his car, begging her not to puke on him or his car if she cared a bit about him. Battling with her own bodily needs, Somi kept it all in despite the dizziness she felt on the road. She put on a black wig to hide from anyone watching her struggle to walk to her building, leaning most of her weight on her manager.
Despite his clearly upset demeanor, he maintained his supportive side for her, which she was really thankful for. She had been told her dad would not be in her apartment, but confirming it after arriving was the biggest relief of her day.
Her manager insisted on showering her, thinking her dad might check on her while she was asleep to confirm she was there. Somi agreed, thinking about the possibility of her father detecting the strong smell of semen emanating from her. Too tired to fight, she obeyed his every word.
"Is it so hard to behave like this?" He asked, washing her face.
"Get me this exhausted, and I'll be the most obedient slut you could ever think of," Somi grinned with sleepy eyes. He chuckled and continued until they were ready. Carefully, he carried her to her bed and let her sleep.
When she woke up, it was well past breakfast. She heard movement in her kitchen. Her legs were functioning, but there was no way she could walk normally. Stumbling and ashamed, she went outside her room. "What time did you get here?"
"Hey, kiddo! Like an hour ago," her father explained, washing the dishes. "Whoa!" He chuckled after watching her walk. "Rough night, huh? What did you do yesterday?"
Blood rushed through her face. "I'm never mixing leg day with a girl's night," she sighed, shaking her head.
He laughed, taking the plate with scrambled eggs to the table, spanking her on his way and making her whine.
"What did you do?" She asked, sitting at the table.
"Me? I hung out at an old friend's house. Drank a bit, bet a bit, drank some more… The usual."
With apparently no suspicion from him, their day went by as any other day together.
A week later, Somi heard a knock on her door shortly after her father had left. When she opened it, she could only see the back of her PA manager walking away. Confused, she skimmed the hallway until she found an SSD on the floor with a note on it: I promise you, he has no idea.
As soon as she inserted the drive into her computer, she saw the minuatures and called Chaeyoung to celebrate that she was finally debt-free, eight years after she first debuted with I.O.I. As customary, Chaeyoung arrived with a few bottles of beer and soju, causing Somi to laugh after pointing to a bottle of wine.
"You're not leaving until we're done with everything," the blonde warned her friend.
Happily, Chaeyoung stepped into the place. They toasted and began drinking. Somi played the video of her last tributing session on the TV.
Before long, they were sitting on the couch, mostly naked, softly rubbing their own clits after they had already finished the beers and half of the bottle of wine. It may have been the alcohol in her system, but Somi showed a special interest in Chaeyoung's piercings before they started making out with each other.
"Oh! This was my favorite part!" Somi announced when the door opened in the video after her manager had prepared her for the final round.
Somi crawled toward the screen and knelt, fingering herself while Chaeyoung did the same, lying on the couch with her legs comfortably spread.
"Is that…?" Chaeyoung froze, eyes going back and forth between her friend and the TV.
Somi went completely silent, watching her dad walk down the stairs to find her completely bare bottom, lying on a table with a plug buried in her ass. Her fingers stopped moving until he knelt to eat her slit. The whole thing was hypnotizing for her.
Chaeyoung was shocked. They had talked about hidden fantasies in the past, and after several drinks, Somi had brought up her dad, excusing herself with how hot he used to look, showing her the saved photos she had of his youth until she swiped to a more recent one. Somi was too drunk to notice, but Chaeyoung remembered that moment vividly. Even though her friend's father was not her type, she also found him hot, and seeing how well-equipped he was on screen was definitely a sight to behold.
"Oh, fuck," Somi exclaimed when he removed the beads from her rectum only to eat her gaping butthole. When he stood up to fuck her ass, she was already fingering herself vigorously with four digits, following his rhythm on screen.
She was already drunk, but the sober memories of how good it felt to have him impale her pussy pushed her to release her moans. Following her own tempo, she came at the same time she saw her dad filling her cunt.
Only then did she become aware of where she was. Shivering, she turned to see the short woman behind her.
"No judgement," Chaeoyung smirked softly. She was panting, with her trembling legs fully spread, and folds dripping her juices down the couch. Both giggled, too blushed and embarrassed to say something else, turning back to the screen to see him kiss Somi's clit.
Silently, they stood up after the video ended, got half-dressed, and poured themselves the rest of the wine bottle.
"Do you think your dad suspects something?" Chaeyoung wondered, lips resting on the edge of her cup.
"Nah, I saw him the following morning, and he was all normal… When the Chairman said, 'Everything I like…' I never imagined he'd know about it. I only really mentioned it to you," Somi scoffed, shaking her head with a light smile on her face.
"Maybe posting that story of your dad's younger years was not the best idea," the short girl replied, sipping her drink.
"I mean, yeah, but I never expected them to…" She sighed, defeated. "That's why my manager insisted so much on me reading the damn contract."
Chaeyoung's eyes widened, staring at Somi. "Would you have done it if you had known it was him?"
That question cleared her mind. She went silent for a moment. She dived into her memories and her feelings, and the only thing she felt some remorse about was having her manager go through all that for her. She had fulfilled a fantasy of hers that may have never happened if done differently. The actual act felt physically and mentally rewarding. Somi scoffed, surprised at her clarity of thought. "Yes," she admitted. If there was someone she could be fully honest with, that was the Twice members, especially Chaeyoung. "I may have asked them every detail to ensure he would never find out, but yes." A subtle smile appeared on her face.
"That's a new level of slutiness," Chaeyoung joked, grinning widely before drinking her wine.
"Like you don't want to see the video again!" Somi grimaced, looking shyly at her TV.
"I do! Your head didn't let me see half of it!"
Author's notes: This idea had been on the shelf since I opened this account, and what better way to celebrate Somi's birthday than, well, giving her a tributing session all for herself!
I hope you enjoyed this! There may be more Somi in the future (other than a quick appearance in a different draft I have). It will all depend on any idea I get for her.
Also, while writing a line for this, I wanted to check more Somi interactions, and I found something with the three idols mentioned here, so have at it!
