Captured on Film
Sujin and Hyemin could not make a single sound as they stared at the scene unfolding before their eyes. They had come within a hair’s breadth of being the ones reduced to that state.
They had barely managed to keep the dildos from slipping out of their pussies until Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji finished their game. Only because of that had they been spared the punishment the other three were suffering now. The mere thought that they could have been in the video Dohyung was filming sent a wave of pure terror through them. It would have been nothing short of social annihilation for women like them.
Even with mosaics applied, they would have lived in constant fear that someone might recognize them. On top of that, the most shocking part was how willingly Eunji sucked Dohyung’s cock and spread her own pussy. The girl who had always looked down on others with contempt was now openly declaring herself a slave. The sight felt utterly alien.
Watching her lick his cock with that split tongue made them wonder if this was really the same Eunji they had known.
“Hngh! Mmmh… Ahk!”
Meanwhile, the camera mercilessly captured every detail of Dohyung’s cock sliding in and out of Jiseon’s asshole. Her thoroughly loosened hole had become nothing more than an anal onahole for him. She had been fucked in the ass so many times that her memories of what it felt like to have her pussy used were growing hazy.
Her asshole had grown as sensitive as her cunt, and Jiseon no longer resisted the pleasure rising from it. She accepted it fully and came from it. In the past she could never have imagined herself doing anything like this, yet now her body could climax naturally from anal alone. Jiseon had already surrendered to that fact in her heart.
Until she escaped this place, Dohyung would only use her ass anyway. Resisting would change nothing, so she had chosen to enjoy it rather than fight a battle she could never win. That decision had turned her into a pervert who could squirt from her pussy while getting her asshole pounded.
“Ugh, huuuuung!!”
“Hoo… Cumming three times in a row isn’t easy.”
After ejaculating inside Jiseon’s ass, Dohyung pulled his cock free. He gestured for Jia, who had been filming the act from the side, to come closer. She hurried over and handed him the camcorder.
“You made sure my face wasn’t caught, right?”
“Yes, Master! I filmed it very carefully so your face wouldn’t appear at all.”
“Good. Then clean this up while I check the footage. If even a single frame of my face is visible, I won’t forgive you.”
Jia immediately took his cock—the same one that had just been buried in Jiseon’s ass—into her mouth and began cleaning it diligently. Meanwhile, Dohyung stopped the recording and reviewed what Jia had shot. Fast-forwarding through it, he saw that she had chosen excellent angles. His face was nowhere to be seen, yet every thrust of his cock into the tight hole was perfectly captured. The occasional clear shots of Jiseon’s and Eunji’s faces were an added bonus.
It seemed she had filmed their faces without hesitation, trusting that he would add mosaics later.
“Hm… Not bad.”
“Mmm… Th-thank you, Master!”
Jia, still sucking his cock, smiled with genuine pleasure at the praise. She had once been coldly reminded of her place as nothing more than a slave and onahole, but even so, the only person who could soothe her loneliness in this basement was Dohyung. Even if that comfort came only through raw physical sex.
Since every necessity—food, clothing, shelter—depended entirely on him, her heart had no choice but to turn toward him. Her loyalty could only grow deeper. Even when he beat her.
Slap!
Dohyung had resumed filming at some point. He thrust into Jia from behind while his palm cracked across her ass.
“Hahng! Master, it feels so good!”
“Of course it does, you fucking masochist!”
He slapped her ass again. Each strike made Jia’s pussy clench harder around him, her pleasure spiking. His measured, stinging blows brought her both pain and ecstasy. To Jia, who had fully accepted that she was a masochist, this was nothing less than a reward.
In fact, when she had been whipped during the singing contest earlier, she had nearly cum from the pain alone. She had only tried so hard to sing well because she needed to avoid real punishment. But if the “punishment” was sex with Dohyung like this, it felt far more like a prize. Even the beating now registered as pleasure.
Of course, actual bodily harm was an entirely different matter. No matter how much of a masochist she believed herself to be, the thought of ugly scars or losing a body part that could never recover filled her with terror. Whether she eventually escaped or remained trapped here forever, she wanted to live in this still-normal body.
“Haaaaang! Harder, please hit me harder, Master!!”
Every thrust was accompanied by another slap. Jia’s ass grew bright red, yet Dohyung did not stop, and she only begged for more, claiming she loved it.
“Haa… Haaaaang! Yes! It’s so good! Master!! Heuk, haaang!”
Continuous orgasms ripped through her. Jia squirted violently while moaning, her contracting walls finally pulling Dohyung over the edge. He emptied every drop of semen into her pussy. Feeling his hot load flood her belly, Jia climaxed again.
Dohyung pulled out of her and turned the camera on the three girls, who could barely hold themselves upright after their orgasms. He pressed the button to end the recording.
“That should do it for the filming.”
He walked toward Sujin and Hyemin, who had been watching from the side. The sight of him approaching made both girls flinch and instinctively back away.
“Come here. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Ah, yes…”
They wanted desperately to run, but the locked door left them no choice. They trudged over to him with heavy steps.
“You heard what I said earlier, didn’t you? I need to go add mosaics to the video I just shot, so clean those three up. You can manage that much, can’t you? You’ll find rags in the bathroom.”
“What? I-I mean… understood…”
They no longer had the ability to defy him. Both girls simply nodded.
Satisfied, Dohyung took the camcorder and left the basement.
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After he was gone, Sujin and Hyemin did as ordered. They fetched rags from the bathroom and began wiping down the unconscious girls. Cleaning the semen leaking from their pussies and asses was especially revolting. The thought that it belonged to the man who had kidnapped them filled them with such disgust that merely touching it made their skin crawl, as if they might become pregnant just from contact.
Yet the fear of what would happen if they disobeyed was stronger. They had no choice but to continue.
The three unconscious girls eventually stirred from the sensation of being cleaned. They sat up, looked around, and asked where Dohyung had gone when they didn’t see him. Upon learning he had gone upstairs to add mosaics, they accepted it quietly and helped clean the semen on the floor while waiting for his return.
A heavy silence filled the basement. No one spoke.
Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji had just shown sides of themselves they had never revealed to anyone except Dohyung. Now they had done so in front of third parties, openly calling themselves slaves while having sex. There was no way to feel proud of that.
Eunji felt the most ashamed. Sujin and Hyemin knew exactly how she lived outside these walls. If they had been strangers it might have been slightly more bearable, but Sujin had been a friend since high school—someone she had stayed in contact with even after graduation.
Eunji was so mortified she didn’t utter a single word until Dohyung returned.
Soon enough, footsteps approached from outside. The door opened and Dohyung stepped in. He carried nothing, suggesting he had already uploaded the video. They hadn’t seen the upload itself, but they were certain he would not have posted the footage without mosaics. Doing so would have been too risky even for him.
If a video clearly showing the faces of the well-known Jia and Jiseon were released, attention would inevitably fall on the kidnapped victims. Even if his own face never appeared and the location was hard to identify, it would bring him no benefit. The only advantage was the ability to socially destroy the targets of his revenge. Everyone watched the descending Dohyung, wondering what he would do next.
Without a word, he pulled out the laptop he had given Jia some time ago—the one she had used to watch porn and masturbate when left alone. Jia, Jiseon, and Eunji felt a chill at the sight of it, though they didn’t yet understand why he had brought it out.
Dohyung turned the laptop on in silence, then took a USB drive from his pocket. When he gestured for them to come closer, the three girls rose cautiously and approached.
He opened a video and turned the screen toward them.
At first they couldn’t tell what the mosaiced footage was, but the voices and familiar features of the women’s bodies quickly made it clear. The people in the video were themselves.
“I figured you might be anxious, so I’ll show you the version I mosaiced myself. Look closely.”
“Yes… Master…”
The three studied the footage as instructed. If someone who didn’t know them watched it, they would have difficulty recognizing who was in it. After viewing the entire long video, they confirmed that their faces had been thoroughly obscured and felt a small measure of relief.
“Finished checking? See? I don’t lie. So…” Dohyung’s lips curved. “Shall we upload it to the internet now?”
“…What?”
Right in front of them, he opened a video upload site on the laptop.
“Now you three will upload the video we just shot.”
He held the laptop out to them. Even though their faces were mosaiced, the act of forcing them to upload their own shameful video with their own hands was pure demon—the same cruelty they had come to know so well.