The Milking Never Stops
The milking machine hummed with a low, mechanical drone—woooooong.
“Hngh!”
“Haah!”
“Aahng!”
The three women of the Lee family were being milked with relentless efficiency. The device had been heavily modified. Inside each rounded silicone cup, hundreds of tiny nodules pressed and scraped against their flesh. Each woman’s milker operated on a different setting. Ju-ah’s spun in slow, dizzying circles. Yu-na’s rocked aggressively from side to side. Su-ah’s rotated one full turn before reversing direction. Twelve agonizing hours passed like that.
Unsurprisingly, the women’s mental strength had been completely drained. They existed now only to suffer. It was cruel beyond measure. Far from growing numb, their nipples had become even more hypersensitive. Every nerve ending in those tender peaks felt raw, as if the machine had been coated in some perverse stimulant.
Su-ah spoke first, voice trembling.
“Mom… I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither,” Yu-na whispered. There was nothing else to say.
The three of them kept wondering why this was happening to them. Unfortunately, no answers came. The only memory that surfaced was the car accident during their family trip. Had someone dragged them into this basement afterward?
Those twelve hours of torment finally ended. The milking machine clicked off. Cruelly, the women felt a wave of relief. The basement door opened. The moment it did, the suction cups lost power and clattered to the floor.
Choi In-gwon stepped inside.
He gazed at the cup-shaped milkers and spoke in that same chillingly polite tone.
“It seems twelve hours of suction isn’t enough to produce milk yet.”
“I thought I was going to lose my mind,” Su-ah muttered.
“You mustn’t go insane here. There are far more painful things waiting for you.”
Su-ah’s face crumpled.
In-gwon tossed a die onto the floor.
“Hm. A three.”
He moved behind Ju-ah.
“Wait—hey, mister! What the hell are you doing? What are you trying to do?!”
In-gwon stared intently at Ju-ah’s ass. The silence stretched.
“Fuck! I asked what you’re doing!” Ju-ah shouted.
Without a word, In-gwon unbuckled his jeans. Yu-na’s voice rose in panic.
“Hey! Please don’t do this!”
He ignored her. He pulled down the front of his underwear, and an enormous cock—easily twenty centimeters—sprang free. Of course, the women couldn’t see it from their positions. But they felt it. The hot, heavy shaft pushed into Ju-ah’s pussy.
“Haah!”
“No! Don’t touch my daughter!”
In-gwon paid no attention. He thrust that burning length deep inside her and began stirring. Ju-ah’s cunt was small and tight. The bumpy inner walls clenched around him whether she wanted them to or not.
“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “I’ll service the other two as well.”
The slick membranes of her pussy began massaging his cock. In-gwon closed his eyes and simply stood there, savoring it. Ju-ah started to cry.
“Why are you doing this? Why us?”
He was enjoying the scorching heat. A low grunt escaped him. Then he opened his eyes wide and began slamming into her again. He didn’t treat Ju-ah like a person. He fucked her like a cheap onahole, gripping her hips and pounding without mercy.
“Ugh—ughk!”
Ju-ah made broken, animal sounds.
“Haha… Yes. This is it.”
In-gwon spent the day in pure, degrading pleasure. It was utterly vile. No one knew what kind of ability he possessed, but his cock stayed rock-hard indefinitely. Perhaps he could control his ejaculation at will. That thick, long shaft barely seemed to produce any semen at all.
He enjoyed his little party to the fullest, rotating between the three women.
“Haha. Hoho.”
Those obscene sounds echoed through the basement. It seemed In-gwon had no sense of shame whatsoever.
When the violent sex party finally ended, he pulled out a single sheet of paper and began reading aloud.
“I suppose the current situation is still incomprehensible to you?”
The three women nodded weakly.
He continued in the same calm, formal tone.
“My, what impressive specifications. Lee Su-ah, twenty-two years old, I-cup, one hundred sixty centimeters tall. Lee Yu-na, forty-three years old, K-cup, one hundred sixty-two centimeters. Lee Ju-ah, one hundred sixty-five centimeters, J-cup breasts.”
He recited the paper like a shopping list.
“Today was merely a light welcoming ceremony—a little sex party to mark your initiation. Think of it as a joining event.”
The women avoided each other’s eyes, as if playing a painful game of chicken.
“You must be wondering why I brought the three of you here.”
Yu-na’s voice cracked with desperation.
“Look, kid. What the hell did we ever do to you? Tell us!”
“Well, the fact that you don’t remember suggests the old saying is true—perpetrators really do forget.”
In-gwon walked over to the middle of the wall where Su-ah was restrained and unlocked the heavy padlock. Su-ah had been bound for so long that her entire body was stiff and aching. He slung her over his shoulder.
Where on earth was he taking her?
Yu-na and Ju-ah wanted to ask, but their throats had gone dry.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not taking her to harm her. I simply have something to discuss with her, adult to adult.”
He carried Su-ah into the adjacent basement room. She really was beautiful.
In-gwon said softly, “Hm. Our Su-ah really does have lovely breasts. A little smaller than the other two, but still… how should I put it? They have their own charm.”
“Please let me go.”
Su-ah repeated the words like a broken parrot.
The room looked less like a normal bedroom and more like a solitary confinement cell. In-gwon sat down on Su-ah’s stomach.
“Haha. Su-ah, I love how you keep resisting. Your breasts are so pretty.”
He began kneading them roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. The ticklish sensation quickly twisted into something sexual.
“Aahk! Why are you doing this to us?!”
“You seem disappointed that I’m only touching your chest. Then I’ll touch down here too.”
He groped and squeezed her breasts and ass with bruising force, leaving red marks everywhere.
“Sigh. Maybe I should have put panties on you after all.”
Her lower lips were already soaked. In-gwon told her he would give her a present. From a drawer in the corner he pulled out something black. It was a pair of panties with a vibrating dildo attached—or rather, a chastity belt would be the more accurate term. The material wasn’t ordinary plastic. It looked far more sinister.
Su-ah was shaking with terror.
“Uhu hu hu. No need to worry, Su-ah. It won’t hurt. As long as you don’t resist, that is.”
He flipped her onto her stomach and forced the vibrating chastity belt onto her. The dildo began sliding into her pussy. It entered slowly, fitting perfectly inside her. Then the belt locked shut with a click.
“You’re quite lucky, Su-ah.”
“What do you mean?”
He pulled something that looked like a car key from his pocket and waved it in the air like a remote for the vibrator.
“Let me be clear. This isn’t the world you knew.”
“What are you talking about?”
“How should I explain… It’s a place where basic law enforcement and the justice system work a little differently.”
“I… I don’t understand what you mean.”
“One more thing. That vibrator you’re wearing—if I press a single button, it will explode.”
Su-ah’s blood ran cold.
“There’s no need to worry too much. Just play with me nicely. That’s all.”
“Is… is that really all?”
“Yes. That’s all.”
He even promised to let her go outside if she wanted. Su-ah looked half-doubtful, half-hopeful.
She was allowed to dress. Though “dress” was a generous word. The outfit was a micro-skirt that barely reached twenty-five centimeters above her knees. The top had been altered to cling obscenely, displaying the full curves of her breasts, waist, and hips.
“You want me to go out wearing this?”
“Of course. It’s an outing.”
Su-ah had nothing left to say. Deep down, she was hoping—praying—she might encounter the police or some other authority.
She stepped out of the building. The scenery that greeted her was nothing she could have imagined. This was not a place where normal people lived. Men and women strolled casually along the streets, each leading another person by a leash around their neck. Women walked naked men. Men walked naked women.
In-gwon spoke beside her.
“Do you understand what this means? No one here will help you. It means slaves are not considered human. They are objects in human form.”
Su-ah stared at the truth laid bare before her. She had been brought here as a sex slave.
Before she could even process what was happening, a massive electronic billboard on a towering building caught her eye.
“The Room of Lust is a paradise for those who performed many good deeds in life.”
In-gwon fastened a leash around Su-ah’s neck. Then he led her to the park near the building. Because it was a park, many people were out “walking” their pets. In other words, many were walking naked humans on leashes. They didn’t look like real dogs. Each one clearly possessed human intelligence—except for the fact that they were collared.
This was the concept known as a sex slave.
The slaves did not look at one another. It seemed to be a kind of etiquette. Yes, that made sense.
In-gwon tugged Su-ah along and began their “walk.” At least she was still wearing clothes. A woman leading a naked man on a leash glanced over and laughed.
“Kuku. You put clothes on your sex slave? Must be from a rich household.”
Su-ah felt a chill run down her spine. Did that mean the other sex slaves were forced to walk completely naked?