Slave Maker (6): Collaring Her Luscious Breasts

Oh Seung-ah arched her back, pumping her hips to help me along as I toyed with her plump breasts.

"Haht, ahh... It's so full with your cock, Min-ho. Haaang, it feels good... so good."

"Mmph... hngh, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mmph, haa!"

I had her lying on the bed, thrusting from behind. I lifted one of her legs so the penetration was clearly visible.

"Hngh... heuk. There, deeper inside... more... heek, hnggrh."

"Hngh... mmph, uuhmph."

I sat her back against me, kneading her tits while relentlessly pounding her. She braced against my thighs, pumping herself into a frenzy. My injured ligament throbbed, but I gritted my teeth for Oh Seung-ah, lost in her trance.

"Ahng, ahng, haaaang! I-I'm gonna die. It's too much, so good. Min-ho, Min-hooo...!"

"Uuph, uuph... hnghuph!"

I didn't know how many orgasms she'd hit. Water splashed everywhere with each thrust. Her eyes glazed over—too many peaks to handle—as all she could do was lift her ass in time with my pumps. Seeing her revel in her bitch-in-heat ecstasy, her husband writhed in utter despair. Looked like he'd cum too, judging by the puddle below.

I laid her back on the bed and slung her legs over my shoulders. Had my dick really gotten longer? It plunged straight to her womb's depths. Gazing down and smacking my lips, she responded with an even tighter squeeze, signaling her satisfaction.

"Krrk, fucking delicious. Driving me crazy."

"Really? It really feels that good?"

"Yeah, delicious. The kind you wanna eat every day."

"Then just eat it every day. Why overthink it?"

"How can I when it's not even mine?"

"Just take it. I can give myself to you if you want."

"Don't say it so lightly just 'cause you're turned on."

(Whiiine, it's not just talk...)

"I'm not saying it lightly. All I think about lately is you, Min-ho. I want to be with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you every day."

"You really wanna be mine?"

"Really, for real!"

Oh Seung-ah was dead serious, her face saying why won't you believe me?

I released her legs from my shoulders and pressed our bodies together. I wanted to feel her heartbeat. It pounded stronger than ever, a desperate longing directed straight at me.

I whispered low into her ear.

"I don't wanna be your boyfriend. I wanna be your master."

"M-Mas...ter...?"

"Yeah. The owner of everything you are. All you have to do is obey me. Then you can come to me anytime you want. I'll always cherish you."

Tears welled up in her eyes. She always cried in such a fucking sexy way.

"Really... you'll really cherish me? From now on... forever...?"

"If that's what you want."

"Hic, hngk..."

"But you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have to truly want it. Not just swept up in the moment."

"I want it! I really do. I wanna be yours, Min-ho!"

"Then say it. Not my name. What am I to you?"

"Ah."

She trembled. Joy and fear mixed together, no doubt. Becoming someone's possession is never an easy choice.

The silence stretched, but I waited patiently for her lips to part.

"M-Master... haa, my Master."

Her sweet voice embraced me as she pulled me close. My Master echoed in my ear like a lingering aftertaste. Pure, sugary surrender.

Then, everything changed in an instant. Everything but me froze solid.

*****

I looked around. Everything had truly stopped. Oh Seung-ah, beaming after calling me Master; Woo-jin, jerking off to our live show as a side dish; the husband, shedding bloody tears at his ex-wife eagerly taking it—all motionless.

What the hell?

I'd suspected it, and here it was. If she accepted the keyword, she'd become a slave—just like the status window implied. I'd read it right: keywords turn them into slaves.

A translucent collar materialized before my eyes. Dog-collar style, etched with intricate patterns, chain dangling from one end. The chain extended, wrapping around my hand. In a flash, it snapped onto Oh Seung-ah's neck.

What the—this wasn't for walking a pup.

Changes rippled through Oh Seung-ah's lower body too. A faint pattern appeared at her womb. Like those womb tattoos from porn. Looked meh in comics, but real? Insanely hot. No wonder people get 'em.

The messages, collar, and mark vanished. Time resumed.

Oh Seung-ah kept crying tears of joy. Woo-jin panted, furiously stroking. The husband... wriggled like a worm, grinding his crotch on the floor.

What the fuck?

"Master... move, please. Pound my insides... haht."

Oh Seung-ah pleaded with pitiful eyes, urging my thrusts. Her crying face was no joke—pure turn-on.

I eased my hips forward, resuming the pumping.

(Wha... what's this? Feels weird. Something massive... haeuk!)

— Schlick schlick, squelch squelch... paang pang!

"Aaaah! Master... so good, too good. Keep going, slap slap... haht, haaaang!"

Woo-jin and the husband's eyes bulged. Woo-jin moaned "Ooh, Master" and jerked harder; the husband popped veins on his forehead, freaking out.

"Hngh, hmph... uuhngh."

I ignored them, focusing on the pumps. Legs over shoulders again, ass pressed max tight. Paang paang as I battered her womb with my cockhead.

It wasn't just her sensitivity boosted. Satisfaction piled up fast with each thrust. Even after multiple rounds, she was impossibly tight and chewy. Her pussy gripped better than a top-tier massage chair. Pure high.

"Krrk, good. Too good. I can't hold... anymore."

"Kyaaak! Master! Maaaster! Cum inside. Flood Seung-ah's womb. Aaaah!"

I was at my limit, and so was she. Cumming now would send us both over properly.

I relaxed my sphincter, slamming my dick to her womb's end. She clenched her depths in perfect sync.

— Spurt! Blorp blorp! — Bloooosh, blurp blurp bluuurb!

Exhaustion hit hard from the sheer volume. I collapsed on her like a ragdoll.

Gasping through the afterglow, she gently stroked my head.

"Good job, Master. Felt amazing. I love you, Master."

Her first review as a slave.

*****

Time to dispose of the husband. I ripped off the tape gag. He spat blood-mixed saliva with ragged breaths. Must've bitten hard.

"I'll kill you! You fucking bastards, I'll kill you allll, uwaaaaaah!"

Taped him shut again. Headache incoming. Mind shattered, but his spite held firm.

Oh Seung-ah hid behind me, face pale with fear. Seeing that pissed me off—I kicked him hard. Payback for earlier.

"Guess I'll handle this. Kehhehe."

Woo-jin, revived like a cartoon after two loads, smirked confidently.

"This prick needs some discipline."

He dialed someone. Grateful for the help, but his cockiness worried me.

Ten minutes later, someone stormed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in, fuming.

"You said it'd be quiet today. Why keep dragging busy people here?"

A woman. Tight jacket, H-line skirt, black stockings—an extreme beauty that'd make fetish fans nationwide bust on sight. Standard career look, but her curves were next-level.

Doesn't lose to Oh Seung-ah at all.

— Fwoosh!

Huh? Flames shot from Oh Seung-ah's eyes behind me. I'd stared too hard.

I grinned sheepishly, soothing her with cheek strokes and earlobe tweaks. She melted quick.

Gold-rimmed glasses scanned me and Oh Seung-ah, then turned away. Purely professional.

"Sorry, sorry. How was I to know this shithead would pop off? Need you to handle him."

"Bury him?"

"Nah. Just make sure he never comes near here. Johnson should do fine."

"He's already on his way up."

"Cassie, as expected! You handle everything without me saying a word."

Her name was Cassie. Foreigner?

Moments later, a suited black giant shouldered through the door. Woo-jin was tall, but this guy towered a head above. His shirt buttons screamed from his build. Cassie pointed at the husband, said something. The giant grinned, licked his lips.

What?

He effortlessly subdued the thrashing husband, slung him over his shoulder, and left. Felt like we'd never see that guy again.

Cassie gave a slight bow and followed. It all happened so fast, Oh Seung-ah and I were left speechless.