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EP.104 Ashtray

After my period started and I was barely useful as a pussy-ashtray, the weekend came and I was sent to my old classmate Ye-bin's karaoke bar.

My masters sent me away, saying the smell from my pussy was disgusting, but I instinctively realized the real reason for sending me away on the weekend was because of my mother.

Knowing how unreasonable my masters were, I worried about how they might treat or "handle" my mother, since I’d overheard bits and pieces about it.

Yet, mixed in with my anxiety was a fear that my mother might take my place, a sense of unease, and even jealousy that she might monopolize my masters’ attention. With all these complicated feelings, I trudged to the karaoke bar, naked except for a single pair of panties, feeling unbearably heavy.

At Ye-bin’s karaoke bar, I had to let go of every last shred of my humanity.

No, I was treated as even less than the livestock-toy I’d been before not even as a living creature.

I crawled under the counter, supporting myself with my neck and the back of my head against the floor, my back against the storage cabinet, and hugged my knees.

This was the so-called "ashtray pose": with my pussy and anus facing the ceiling, my loosened holes could be used as ashtrays.

My neck was bent at a 90-degree angle to support my body, making it a difficult pose to maintain for long.

Naturally, my gaze was fixed on the ceiling, watching the bright red tip of a burning cigarette approach my pussy.

Not taking my panties off completely but just sliding them aside to expose my holes made it feel even more humiliating.

Ye-bin, staring at her phone, rubbed her bare feet on my face and smoked, using me as an ashtray without saying a word.

My breathing grew labored, and my neck and shoulders ached from holding my weight, but in this situation, I couldn’t even hope for mercy from Ye-bin.

There was no sexual stimulation only suffering and boredom. I thought no one, no matter how crazy, would accept being treated like this.

Yet, even without direct physical stimulation, the humiliation of this reality was even more intense.

In the end, I threw away any chance to escape and lost even the faintest hope, sinking into the swamp of sexual desire a piece of trash who had chosen to live as less than human, as livestock or even as furniture.

‘It’s painful and hard, but a trash idiot like me deserves this.’

Ye-bin played with my breasts with her feet while she ate her delivered lunch, making me hold the pose for about five hours.

The only time I could break the pose was when Ye-bin’s friends arrived, breaking the long silence.

In this neighborhood, Ye-bin’s friends were people I knew too.

I went into the room, expecting to be humiliated as before, but I realized I wasn’t even worth that anymore.

They only paid attention to me at first, then completely ignored me, using me only as an ashtray.

Because of the menstrual blood coming from my pussy and the traces of Ye-bin’s use all morning, they said I was dirty and smelly, so they pulled off my panties with the pad still attached and stuffed it into my pussy to plug the hole. Then, whenever they needed to use me, they’d pull out the anal plug and use my anus instead.

The anal plug was thicker than most grown men’s fists, but my stretched anus could spit it out with a wet sound.

Still, putting the plug in and out with every cigarette left my ass numb.

My classmates’ method was clean and efficient: when someone lit a cigarette, I’d crawl forward, press my upper body low, and stick my butt up. They’d pull out the anal plug, stuff phlegm and cigarette butts into my ass, then plug it again.

This way, they didn’t have to smell the stench, and it was pretty tidy.

Sometimes, the plug would push the existing filth further inside, so even when they pulled it out again, there was plenty of space for more butts.

The classmates ignored me, drinking and singing for over two hours before leaving.

I crawled back under the counter and resumed the ashtray pose, but my body began to tremble.

This was a different kind of shaking than muscle fatigue.

I realized something was wrong as cold sweat broke out and breathing became difficult.

My vision spun, and I felt like I might vomit at any moment, starting to retch.

“Hey. Aren’t you going to keep your pose right?!”

When I collapsed to the side, Ye-bin’s cold words echoed in my ears, but I couldn’t get up.

Normally, I would have begged for forgiveness and fixed my posture, but when I didn’t respond, Ye-bin finally noticed my condition.

“Huff... huff... huh...”

“Oh my?! What’s wrong with you? Hey, Hanna! Hey!! Wake up.”

Ye-bin massaged my arms and legs and frantically called someone.

“Hello? Hyun-ah? Why isn’t Jung-su answering!! Hurry to the karaoke bar. This girl’s in bad shape! Hurry!”

Barely conscious, I saw Hyun-ah’s face faintly.

I felt relieved that something would be done, but also a surge of sadness, wishing Jung-su would come, and I burst into tears.

Even after giving everything and following orders to the point of death, Jung-su and Il-ho were too busy with my mother to care, and I felt abandoned and miserable.

Hyun-ah watched me lying on the floor, breathing heavily, and asked,

“Um... unni, do you feel like throwing up and dizzy?”

Unable to answer, I just nodded, and Hyun-ah flipped me over and yanked out the anal plug.

She stuck both thumbs deep inside and spread my anus roughly, bursting out laughing.

“Ahaha! So that’s what it was~”

“What? What is it?”

“Ye-bin unni, I think she got a nicotine punch up her ass! Hahaha!”

“What?! Jeez! You scared me! You bitch.”

Just moments ago, Ye-bin had been massaging my arms and looking worried, but now she folded her arms and stomped my face with her high heel.

“I’ve never seen anyone get a nicotine punch through their asshole. 4-ho, you’re the first! Hahaha!”

Despite Hyun-ah’s casual tone, my condition seemed to be getting worse.

“But if you stay like that, you could really die.
Unni, could you move your foot for a sec?”

Kehh 

Hyun-ah grabbed my leash and started dragging me.

As my airway was squeezed, I struggled for breath, following Hyun-ah.

Once in the bathroom, she let go of the leash, and I collapsed, retching.

“Let’s see~ Is there a stick or something?”

“Unni, is there anything to scrape inside?”

“Wait a sec. Maybe this will work?”

Ye-bin handed Hyun-ah a leftover wooden chopstick from lunch.

“Perfect, unni.
4-ho! Snap out of it and get up on the toilet, stick your butt out. Hurry!”

“Ugh... ugh...”

At Hyun-ah’s urging, my body responded reflexively, and I crawled onto the toilet.

Clutching the toilet seat, my legs shook as if they’d give out any moment.

Hyun-ah poked my limp anus with the chopstick and said,

“If you don’t want to keep feeling like this, push it out! Push hard!”

“Ugh... ugh...”

“More. More! Don’t stop!”

Slap slap slap slap 

Hyun-ah smacked my butt to keep me focused, and I pushed with all my strength like giving birth.

Finally, a clump of cigarette butts dropped out of my anus and plopped into the toilet.

As I kept pushing, the panties stuffed tightly in my pussy started to come out too.

Holding her nose, Hyun-ah used the chopstick to scrape out the deeply lodged butts, and the rough wood scraped my inflamed rectal lining, drawing blood.

“Ugh... so gross. I feel like throwing up.”

Menstrual blood pooled in my vagina mixed with the blood from my anus, splattering my crotch and the toilet in a bloody mess.

Watching from behind, Ye-bin covered her mouth and fled the scene.

Only after expelling all the butts that had been pushed deep inside did Hyun-ah pour water over my body, speaking kindly.

“Good job~ Haha! That was pretty fun.”

I felt my mind clearing, but my body was so exhausted that I collapsed on the floor as soon as I got off the toilet.

Hyun-ah wiped my body and dried me off with a towel.

“Thank... you...”

“Heh. Cute. Rest for a bit. I’ll bring you some water, so drink a lot.”

She took me to the room where I’d once sold my body for cheap, laid me on the bed, and left.

I could feel my condition slowly improving.

Apparently, having my intestines packed with cigarette butts had caused the problem.

Now I understood why my masters had never used my ass as an ashtray, only my pussy.

Shuddering at the thought of never wanting to experience that again, a wave of exhaustion swept over me.

‘Ah... I shouldn’t fall asleep...’