Heo Seong-ah's Slave Life (Part 2)
Jun-ha flashed a lecherous grin as he captured Heo Seong-ah's humiliating form on his phone camera. The thought that every shameful inch of her was being recorded made her movements hesitate constantly.
"You just gonna stay still like that?"
"S-Sorry... I'll move..."
She heard the sound of Jun-ha's hand shifting. She didn't dare look up, but she was certain he was gripping his phone. Terrified, Heo Seong-ah instinctively clenched her pussy, her body going rigid.
"Pfft, clenching your pussy before we even start? You know how fucking hot it is when your hole squeezes tight every time the shock hits? You can't see it, huh? I'll show you the footage later—look forward to it."
"Y-Yes, Master..."
"Enough whining, then. Get over here quick. You want the shock?"
"N-No... I'm coming... hic..."
The distance from the entryway box to the living room sofa where Jun-ha sat was about five meters. A normal walk would take seven seconds, but Heo Seong-ah writhed across the floor like a worm, pouring every ounce of effort into reaching him.
"Urk..."
Her knees thudded painfully against the marble floor, but the greater agony came from her face scraping as her weight bore down. Crawling on all fours like a pet was humiliating enough... but this rear-end-up crawl on knees and face...
"Hahaha!"
The thrill of scoring prime jerk-off material made laughter bubble up uncontrollably. Footage of a beauty like Heo Seong-ah crudely splaying her pussy while slithering across the floor... it could serve him for generations, even into the distant future.
"Good girl. Here's some praise."
"Thank you, Master..."
As a "reward," Jun-ha stroked her head with the sole of his sweat-soaked foot. It was less a caress and more a grinding press of his toes. "Guh..."
A sticky sensation spread across her scalp, accompanied by a foul stench. For a mere beast to wrinkle her nose at her master's foot... Luckily, with her head bowed low, Jun-ha didn't notice. If he had, the shock would have hit right then.
"Stay put nicely now."
"Yes, Master..."
Jun-ha removed the restraints binding her body. The sudden freedom in her wrists and ankles brought a sweet relief.
"Kneel properly now."
"Yes..."
Heo Seong-ah obeyed meekly. The aphrodisiac still made her body hypersensitive, movements tricky, but she could endure it.
"Aigoo... that must hurt."
One side of her face, scraped raw on the floor, was swollen red—a comically lopsided sight. Jun-ha rubbed her cheek with feigned concern.
"Seong-ah, just one thing I've been wondering... why'd you reject my confession?"
"W-What...?"
Jun-ha still harbored that day. No, that's why he'd gone this far.
"Just... it pissed me off. What the fuck do you even know about me..."
"Well... um..."
He'd given her the perfect opening. What did she know about him? Nothing. Who confesses out of the blue to a barely acquainted classmate just because they go to the same university? He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, just creepy, timid, nasty-tempered, and overconfident enough to pull that stunt. From her perspective, it was infuriating.
"So..."
She had plenty to say. But she couldn't spit the truth. As she agonized over her response, Jun-ha sighed heavily, his mood souring, and reached out.
"Haa, whatever. Past is past. You're my toy now, and I'm your owner. For life. Got it?"
"Yes, Master..."
"Oh, and don't expect any kindness from me. I wanted a real stress-relief toy."
Jun-ha gathered her disheveled hair with one hand, yanking it back to tilt her head up slightly. His other hand splayed wide against her cheek.
"Ah... wh-what...?"
What the hell was he planning...?
"Stay still."
Jun-ha tapped her cheek playfully, smirking unpleasantly. "One side's all swollen red. Gotta balance it out, right?"
No sooner had he spoken—slap!
"Kyaaah!!"
His merciless swing drew a scream. One slap, and her cheek ballooned red, blood metallic on her tongue.
"Still a ways to go. At least five, minimum."
"Urgh..."
His hand slid behind her head again—slap!
"Guh!"
No mercy, just brutal repetition.
"Guh... hic..."
What if... just what if she'd accepted his confession? A guy like this probably would've treated his girlfriend like a toy and swung just as hard.
Slap! "Kyaaah!!" Slap, slap! "Guh! Kyaaak!"
Exactly five. Satisfied, Jun-ha grinned refreshingly.
"Haa~ Feels great. Always wanted to slap a face like this. Especially a pampered bitch like you."
"Hic..."
She'd never been hit before; the physical pain was matched by mental devastation.
"Got a top 1000 list in my head for toy shit I wanna do. All on you, Seong-ah. Can't wait, right?"
"Sob... hic..."
No. What painful crap next...? She shook her head in futile protest.
"Answer me."
Bzzzzt! "Kyaaaaaaaaah! Y-Yes!!"
The shock hit without warning; she collapsed clutching her pussy. Far from numbing, each jolt tore at her clit where the IC chip was embedded, pain intensifying.
"It's your first day, so it's rough~ But repeat enough, and you'll be a good, obedient bitch. Looking forward to it~"
They said owning one compliant female livestock made life a win. Jun-ha rose from the sofa, beaming, and stripped off his shirt.
"Ready for sex, then?"
"S-Sex...?"
"Why the shock? You want it more than I do."
"Th-That's..."
True, until this morning, the drug had her pussy itching so bad she'd begged to be fucked, sanity gone. Days of denied orgasms made her crave it desperately.
But... like this? To this trash? Surrendering her precious virginity? She'd die first.
"Don't wanna? Speak up, you pussy bitch."
"Hic..!"
As equals, she'd scream and bolt. But as owner and livestock, she bowed her head mutely.
"Want sex? Don't? I'll respect your opinion."
"I... don't want to..."
Whatever happened next, fuck it. She blurted through tears, but Jun-ha surprised her.
"Yeah? Alright, then."
"Huh...?"
No woman starts obedient. You break them step by step, teach the hierarchy.
"If you don't want it, I won't force your pussy. But..."
Grinning, he opened a pill bottle, popping one out. He disliked drug training, but she'd need it otherwise. With her low tolerance, recalling her facility breakdowns... soon she'd be spreading for his scent alone.
"It's late, first day—get some rest. Just take this one pill?"
"Yes..."
What was it? No right to ask. She placed the proffered pill on her tongue and swallowed. It fizzed like soda, dissolving instantly, effects kicking in.
"Hic..."
Sensations sharpened; her pussy depths itched desperately. Aphrodisiac, as expected. She endured with familiar resignation.
"But hey."
"Yes..."
"No pussy, as you want. But everywhere else is fair game."
"Huh...?"
He shucked his pants, standing in underwear before her. His painfully erect cock strained the fabric, outline bulging.
"Ah... uh..."
"Not your first dick—why so shocked? Oh, the size?"
Confident in his goods, Jun-ha teased by thrusting his hips. Thick, long—the glans tip peeked past the waistband. Unwashed musk wafted as a bonus.
"Seong-ah, you're my toy, my female livestock, my meat toilet from now on. Got it?"
"Hic... Yes, Master..."
"I'll train you into the cheap pussy bitch I like. Be grateful."
"Y-Yes..."
"So, what's your job right now? Show me."
Obvious, no need to spell out. Strip Master's underwear, service the towering cock.
"Hic..."
She knew in her head... but acting took forever.