The Lens of Torment (1)
Dohyung’s words filled the three women with a crushing wave of despair. In the end, they had failed at everything and earned nothing but punishment. They resented him bitterly; how were they supposed to score over eighty points when he stepped in every time they tried to sing and sabotaged them with all his strength? It was impossible, they thought, to reach such a score when he was deliberately inflicting pain to stop them from performing properly.
“Now, today’s punishment… it might actually turn out to be an easy one for you. It’s really, really simple.”
The three didn’t believe a word. If it were truly that simple, Dohyung would never have marked it with three whole stars. Convinced he was only toying with them, they listened with wary focus.
He turned around and retrieved an object from the storeroom that all three knew well. It was a camcorder. Dohyung scanned the basement, powered the device on, and checked whether it was recording properly.
“Hmm… it’s been sitting unused for so long I was worried it might be broken, but it’s still working fine.”
“M-Master…? What is that for…?”
“This? It’s a camcorder. Can’t you tell at a glance?”
Jia had not been asking what the object was. She wanted to know why he had suddenly taken it out to film them.
“I know what it is… I’m asking what you intend to film…”
“Obviously the three of you. Today’s punishment is to record you with this camcorder, create a video, and upload it to the internet.”
The moment they heard his plan, all three froze in shock. They understood exactly what it meant to have a video of themselves spread online. Their naked bodies would be captured in explicit detail; once uploaded, the footage would proliferate across the internet until it reached countless eyes. Even if they hunted down every copy, someone would have saved it, and tracking every duplicate was nearly impossible. The thought of strangers watching, identifying them, doxxing their personal information, and mocking them before the entire world felt less like physical torment and more like a psychological execution.
“M-Master! Please, anything but that!”
“No! Please, we beg you—don’t upload the video!”
“Just this once, show mercy…”
They pleaded desperately, clinging to him. No matter how they thought about it, releasing a video of their current state was unthinkable. If it happened, even after they were released, that footage would haunt them for the rest of their lives. They could not simply accept such a fate.
“Then you should have tried harder not to earn a punishment. There was a chance only one of you would be filmed, yet all three of you failed.”
“But…”
“Ah, you seem worried your faces might be recognized. Don’t be. I’ll mosaic them before uploading. Even I wouldn’t release a video with your faces fully exposed.”
Hearing that he did not intend to show their faces brought a small sigh of relief. Yet it was only a marginal improvement; the filming itself remained the same. They had simply traded one nightmare for a slightly lesser one.
“All right, shall we begin filming? Each of you, introduce yourselves. And do it properly. If you don’t, I’ll remove the mosaic entirely.”
Dohyung aimed the camcorder at Jia first, pushing it close. Faced with the lens and the man holding it, she stammered, voice trembling.
“I-I am… Master’s masochistic slave… N-Nabi… I’m a perverted slut who gets wet when Master hits me and fucks me…”
At least she could use the slave name Dohyung had given her instead of her real one. Unlike Jiseon and Eunji, she had once been a public figure. Introducing herself as Lee Jia—even with a mosaic—might let people connect the dots and recognize her.
When Jia finished, Dohyung swung the camcorder toward Jiseon. She looked at the recording lens with dead eyes, let out a resigned sigh, and spoke.
“Haa… I am Master’s slave, Kkami… I’ve been trained to cum only from my ass like an anal whore…”
“A bit weak, but I’ll accept it. Now, last one.”
Dohyung turned the camera on Eunji, who had been waiting her turn.
“I am Master’s slave… Haebi… I’m a slave who would gladly bear Master’s child if he wished it.”
The introduction had come out in a desperate rush; she simply couldn’t think of anything better. Since their faces would be mosaiced, she figured no one would know who had said what. Jia and Jiseon had appeared on television, so they might still be recognizable, but she was an ordinary person whose face had never been publicized. She should be safe.
“I didn’t realize you were willing to carry my baby. Though honestly, you might not even need the mosaic. With those burn scars on your face, who would recognize you?”
The moment Dohyung pointed at the burn marks on her face, Eunji dropped to her knees, rubbing her palms together frantically.
“N-No, please! Mosaic it, Master… I beg you…”
“I’m joking. Like I said earlier, I’ll cover all your faces with mosaic, so stop worrying. Now, let’s film properly. Come here and lick my—”
Dohyung suddenly faltered, the words catching in his throat. He had meant to order them to lick his cock, but the command wouldn’t come. He knew exactly why. The thought of having sex with these pieces of trash used to mean nothing to him. Now it left him faintly uncomfortable.
“All three of you. Lick my cock.”
He pushed the discomfort aside and issued the order. His personal feelings had nothing to do with the revenge he was carrying out. His only purpose was to make these worthless women suffer by any means necessary.
At his command the three crawled forward on all fours. Dohyung angled the camcorder downward as they reached him, pulled down his pants and underwear, and stopped short in confusion. His cock—always rigidly erect before sex—was limp.
Something about Dohyung had felt off for a while now, but they knew they had to obey. Shaking away stray thoughts, they began licking. Jia took the glans, Jiseon the shaft, and Eunji the base along with his balls, running her tongue over them diligently.
Dohyung captured every second on camera. Under their eager stimulation his cock gradually swelled, hardening. The women sucked with increasing fervor.
“Mmm… ngh, ngh!”
While licking the head, Jia suddenly shoved the other two aside and swallowed his entire erect length in one smooth motion. She bobbed her head back and forth exactly as she had been trained, sucking him with desperate skill. Pushed away, Jiseon and Eunji refused to remain idle. They slipped between his legs, each taking one of his balls into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue like a piece of candy.
The triple stimulation quickly pushed Dohyung toward the edge. He kept filming while the familiar pressure built in his balls. Thanks to how many times they had slept with him, the women knew exactly which spots made him feel good. Holding back became difficult.
When Jia refused to release his cock from her mouth, Jiseon rose, pushed her aside, and took him between her lips. Her vacuum-like suction was far stronger, sending fresh waves of pleasure through him and making it nearly impossible to hold back.
“Ugh… ngh!”
Before long his cock moved to Eunji’s mouth. Her split tongue wrapped around his length, delivering yet another new sensation. Ever since her tongue had been modified, she had carefully learned how to use the fork to maximum effect. When she gently licked the sensitive spot behind the glans with both tips, his hips jerked and climax came rushing forward.
Dohyung could endure no more. He pulled free of Eunji’s mouth and erupted, spraying thick ropes of semen across their faces. Most of it landed on Jia, who knelt in the center. Without needing instruction, Jiseon and Eunji began licking every drop from her face—the cleaning ritual Dohyung had trained into them long ago. The motion felt perfectly natural now.
Still riding the high of his orgasm, Dohyung made sure to capture the sight of them eagerly lapping his cum from Jia’s skin.
Once they had cleaned her completely, he gave the next order.
“All right. Time for sex. Take the camera and film from the side. Make sure my face stays out of frame. Editing it later would be annoying. Understood?”
He handed the camcorder to Jia, then pushed Eunji onto her back on the floor. Even though he had just ejaculated, his cock stood rigid again. He thrust it straight into her pussy.
“Haaang… haaah! Ngh!”
He immediately began slamming his hips, stirring her insides with deep, powerful strokes. Beside them, Jia carefully angled the lens to keep his face hidden and recorded every motion.
“What’s this? Being filmed seems to excite you even more than usual.”
“N-No! Ah… ngh! Ngh!”
These days Eunji’s body reacted on pure reflex. The moment Dohyung’s cock entered her, arousal surged whether she wanted it or not. She couldn’t control the pleasure and squirted helplessly. Living in this hellish space had forced her to adapt; her body had long since learned to betray her. Even though she knew she was being recorded in the most shameful way imaginable, she could do nothing but press a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.
Yet the pleasure rising from her core ignored her mind entirely. Her body convulsed in orgasm, every muscle tightening. Her pussy clenched around him, greedily demanding his seed.
Dohyung stopped holding back. He released his second load deep inside her, flooding her womb. At the same moment Eunji reached her peak; the hand over her mouth failed and a raw scream tore free.
“Ngh, ngh!! Hn… haaaaaang!! Haa, haaaaaang!!”
“Haa…”
Dohyung pulled his cum-smeared cock from her twitching pussy and brought it to Jiseon’s lips. She understood what he wanted without words. She licked him clean, carefully removing every trace of semen and her friend’s juices.
Jia captured the entire scene on camera.
“Next, it’s your turn.”
Dohyung pointed at Jiseon, who was still cleaning him. Without hesitation she reached back, pulled out the thick anal plug she always wore, turned around, and spread her cheeks wide with both hands.