ALL NOVEL 2
There was no script, and the content of Mansion X boasted a level beyond imagination. Omegas, seemingly stripped of their human dignity, were treated like rags, and the Alphas, their masters, displayed a level of sadism that was truly appalling. Every day, scenes that aroused insatiable desire unfolded, making people loyal customers of Mansion, constantly paying tribute.
However, Mansion was not simply a content production company. They actively engaged with customers and attracted new ones through various methods, including VIP events, Mansion X invitation events, and daily lottery events.
Among them, the most popular was the daily lottery event—a special event that took place during the morning inspection.
Every morning, nine Omegas were lined up and seated so their anuses were clearly visible. A camera was positioned directly in front of their orifices, forcing them to expel whatever they held within. Cameras were also positioned in front of their faces, meticulously capturing the Omegas’ pathetic gasping and straining as they defecated.
The amount they expelled was measured, generating nine numbers. The members with the corresponding membership number to these numbers received a reward.
The morning inspection, where the lottery event took place, was a crucial time at 10:00 AM daily, mandatory for all Omegas in Mansion. To avoid disrupting the live broadcast, preparations had to be completed at least ten minutes beforehand.
“Camera 8 is acting up. The brightness is off.”
“Ah, that. We need to reset cameras 8 and 9!”
The auditorium where the inspection was held was in utter chaos. While a dozen staff members bustled about, Mansion employees seated the Omegas in their designated places. The nine chairs arranged in a row were specially designed—the so-called “performance report chairs”—allowing the occupants to spread their legs wide open and expose their anuses.
The staff meticulously adjusted the cameras, ensuring the Omegas’ defecation was clearly visible, fiddling with the cameras positioned directly in front of their quivering orifices.
Yeonwoo’s seat was number 6. Yeonwoo, gasping for breath, “Heuk, heuk…,” struggled to climb onto his chair.
“Oh, number 6 is looking promising today. His belly is quite swollen.”
Noticing Yeonwoo’s bulging lower abdomen as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, one staff member spoke to a nearby employee.
“That’s true… but he doesn’t defecate well. His hole is all wrinkled and stretched out, but the inside is incredibly tight.”
The employee clicked their tongue in displeasure and playfully patted Yeonwoo’s belly.
“Euh… Ung! Hue…”
Each time, Yeonwoo writhed restlessly, his head banging against the chair’s headrest.
“Really? Hmm… Then we need to help it come out properly. Fisting work?”
The staff member raised their fist and asked. Lately, customers preferred scenes where the Omegas were helpless as they expelled their contents, so it was necessary to forcibly stimulate them to create such a scene.
“Ah, fists work well. We’ll let him go a bit first, and if it doesn’t come out, we’ll do anal fisting and a geyser.”
The employee, likewise, playfully shook their fist in response. The staff member nodded in satisfaction and walked towards another Omega. The time was 9:57 AM. With three minutes left, it was time for the employee to prepare. The employee in charge of Yeonwoo’s geyser show quickly ran to the supply room, put on thin, white surgical gloves, and returned.
And finally, at 10:00 AM, a resounding “Boom!” announced the start of the event.
“Welcome to Mansion X! The 167th Daily Lottery Event, with amazing prizes! No need for long speeches. Let’s begin!”
Following the host’s lively voice, the lottery began without delay. For added entertainment, a large countdown appeared on the screen.
3, 2, 1!
After the short countdown, the employees, with exaggerated movements, abruptly pulled out the plugs blocking the Omegas’ anuses. The audience roared with excitement as the red flesh, unable to adapt to the sudden movement, clung to the large plugs before sliding out.
“Euh! Huak, huak…”
“Aaaaaaaaa! Kkeuk, kkehik, hue! E!”
Chwaak! Chwaak! Defecation began, spreading a pungent, lewd odor. Each time the Omegas’ anuses opened and closed, their wrinkles stretching taut, the fluids the Masters had given them that morning gushed out.
“Heoeong, heoeong…”
Some wept in despair, looking at the camera in front of them. Omegas who hadn’t been properly trained often reacted this way. But customers didn’t want the Omegas to cry for too long.
“He’s crying again. Yeonwoo-nim, I prepared plenty of Master’s cum pheromones, just in case.”
“Heu, heoe… Eup! Eu, hueueue!”
The perfect remedy for a crying Omega was a handkerchief saturated with the pheromones of their imprinted Alpha. The employee placed the handkerchief on the face of the Omega called Yeonwoo and rubbed it vigorously. “Uup, ueup…” The rough touch was enough to make it difficult to breathe.
“Heu, e, hue, e!”
But the effect was undeniable. The Omegas crumbled easily before their ingrained desires. Yeonwoo, gasping for breath, “Sueup, sueup,” inhaled the pheromones. Each time his chest heaved, his eyes glazed over, until finally…
“Heu, hi, heui, iii!”
“Hehe, hue…,” he weakly let out a giggle, and began to rhythmically shake his hips. As if hallucinating that an Alpha was penetrating him, he tightened and loosened his anus, actively moving the anus praised as a masterpiece.
Juruuk, juruuk.
“Ehe, hik, hik…”
The sight of him sticking out his tongue in a triangular shape, panting and squirting fluid, was quite a spectacle. And next to him, Yeonwoo’s situation was no less dramatic.
“Ai, sh*t. You have to squeeze it out properly for the customers to enjoy it. Such a raggedy anus, yet so coy.”
“Heu, euk, euk, a, it won’t come out, heoeong…”
After initially expelling several satisfying bursts, Yeonwoo now clutched his dwindling belly and sobbed. He could feel the remaining contents, but lacked the strength to expel them. It seemed he had been holding it in for too long.
“I’ll punch through your anus, so squeeze it out properly to satisfy the customers. Got it?”
“Eu, heoe, heui, i…”
Only powerless sounds escaped his weakly parted lips. “I’ll make you squirt until you die.” The employee muttered, bringing their fist to Yeonwoo’s anus.
“Going in. Don’t tense up too much, you’ll get hurt.”
The employee slowly inserted a fist that was ridiculously large compared to the size of the hole. With a “Jjuwak, jjeoeok,” sound, they pushed it in forcefully. True to its nature as a loose, ragged hole, Yeonwoo’s anus stretched easily to accommodate the fist.
“Eu, eu, eu, a… A! Hua! Huaaa!”
Of course, it didn’t seem to be Yeonwoo’s will. Yeonwoo arched his head back, his toes splayed wide, his calves cramping. His whole body tensed with the fear of his anus tearing. When the thickest part entered, his pupils dilated as he gasped, “Huak, huak…,” letting out only small, pitiful breaths.
“Wu… Wa. It went right in. Kkukkuk. Sh*t.”
Once the most difficult part was over, the rest was much easier. The giggling employee rotated their fist, inserting it deeper, violating and tearing the inner walls. As the firm male forearm crushed and invaded the narrow interior, Yeonwoo screamed, his mouth wide open as if it would tear.
“Hua, huaaa… Aaaak! Aak!”
“In it goes, in it goes. Hey, is this really not going to become a completely ruined hole?”
The employee’s fisting continued relentlessly, as if to shove in their entire arm, past the wrist and elbow. They forcefully shoved into the sloppy interior. “Dirty b*tch. You can’t even sh*t properly, so you’re getting fisted.” The employee’s taunts didn’t stop.
“Heoeong, heoe, eo, eo! Eo!”
It was terrifying. It felt like his whole body would split apart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Like a speechless animal, Yeonwoo only wailed, “Heoeong.”
“My fist is all the way in. Look! Pook! Pook! Look how it moves! Haha!”
The staff member moved the camera angle to focus on Yeonwoo’s belly, and the employee bent their fist, which pierced Yeonwoo’s body, towards his abdomen and began to pump. The previously flat stomach began to bulge.
The outline of the fist seemed clearly visible. The shape of the man’s fingers clenched into a fist, how it was shoved deep below the navel, and the direction in which it was churning the inside. Each time the angle was right and the prostate was rubbed as if being crushed, Yeonwoo, overcome with pleasure that surpassed the pain, cried and stiffened his dick.
“Geuma, han, geuma, aak, ak…”
His sounds gradually diminished. Overwhelmed by helplessness, Yeonwoo merely swallowed his breath, “Heugeok, kkeok,” whether the fist carved a large path through his flesh, or whether it was violently twisted and probed.
The weak screams, the protruding tongue, the flesh clenching around the forearm. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you? Should I try putting in both arms next time?” The habitual abuse polluted and raped Yeonwoo’s mind.
“That should be enough. Now there’s a huge hole inside, so there’s no way it won’t come out.”
With gleaming eyes, the employee, who had been abusing Yeonwoo’s anus, wriggled and began to slowly withdraw their hand. The hand emerging from the hole was covered in white, chewed-up fluid and ragged flesh.
“Heoe, eong, eoeong!”
Each time the clenched fist rubbed against the wrinkles, Yeonwoo, unable to cope, lifted his thighs and trembled his buttocks.
“Now, push it out!”
And, finally. As the fist was pulled out, dangerously stretching the swollen, reddened anus, Yeonwoo let out a weak sound, “Huaak…” and dropped his head.
Chwaaaak, chwaak…
Just as they wanted. From deep inside, the hole, unable to close completely, opened wide, and a white fluid spurted out. “What a dog b*tch, pissing backwards!” Scoffs erupted. He expelled the Master’s precious fluid to his heart’s content. Swaaa, swaaa, his vision blurred white, and his open jaw refused to close.
“Ssaa, aaaaa! A! Ha, ha, now, hue, hue…”
It felt like he had fainted for a moment. His dick ached. He wanted to feel the sensation of defecation. He wanted to ruin himself by pissing and squirting semen from his dick. But only his anus was permitted. Yeonwoo, regardless of his master’s will, focused all his attention on the hole that made unpleasant sounds, “Jjoeok, jjok,” and panted vulgarly, “Hee, hee.”
“Wow! Yeonwoo-nim is number one. Keuh. Yaa. It seems like he sh*t twice as much as others? Amazing.”
Ttuk, ttuk… After what felt like an eternity for Yeonwoo, the defecation ended as his anus slightly closed. Each time Yeonwoo opened his eyes, his blurry, unfocused pupils aimlessly wandered towards the ceiling.
“Heu, euu, eu…”
It was difficult to recover easily from the act that had torn and broken his body. Yeonwoo tilted his head to the side, lost in the aftereffects. His lips trembled as he forced a smile. “Saaa, gumerong, hue…” Yeonwoo muttered like a drunkard, reliving the act.
“Yes! The lottery is over! Today’s winning numbers are! 4, 3, 2, 8, 6, 9…”
He saw the Omega next to him. With his eyes rolled back, he was writhing and convulsing. “Gumerong, gumerong, heeeax!” He screamed with his mouth wide open. No one was touching him, and his expulsion had stopped, yet he seemed lost in a hallucination, as if every cell in his body was bursting and his brain matter was flowing out.
Had I been like that just now? Lately, he couldn’t remember things clearly. He often lost consciousness when overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure. He wasn’t worried about becoming an idiot. His only worry was whether he had fainted without satisfying the Master, or whether he had dared to urinate without permission. The Master…
He struggled to turn his head and look at the clock; it was just past 11:00 AM. He had to prepare the Master’s lunch and receive his training. Thinking of the packed schedule, his body was already exhausted. But having entered Mansion, it was something he had to do to receive the love of his Alpha, his Master.