An Unusual Race
A cool breeze swept through the forest. In the garden of a mountain villa hidden deep within the woods, two people lay unconscious on their backs.
"Ugh... mmh..." Stirred by the blowing wind and the scent of grass, Jiseon slowly regained consciousness and managed to flutter her eyes open.
"W-where... where on earth am I...?" Jiseon had no idea where she was. The moment she opened her eyes, all she saw was the blue sky. Having spent every waking moment in the basement since being kidnapped by Dohyung, even the sunlight filtering down felt utterly foreign to her.
Still half-dazed, Jiseon turned her head to scan her surroundings. "Is this... outside?" As she looked from side to side, the scenery made it blindingly obvious that this was not the basement she had been trapped in. Nor was it the inside of any building. The lush, towering trees, the cool breeze brushing against her skin, and the earthy scent of grass filling her nose all screamed that she was definitely no longer underground.
Beyond the dense trees, she spotted a building. At a glance, it looked like a mountain villa nestled in the forest—a large structure that seemed capable of housing several people for a short stay. Even after surveying her surroundings, Jiseon couldn't fathom what kind of situation she had been thrown into. She tried to roll over and push herself up off the ground.
"Huh?" But she couldn't plant her hands. Or rather, she couldn't even extend her arms toward the ground. In an instant, the lingering fog in Jiseon's mind vanished. Her instincts screamed that she was in an incredibly dangerous situation. Only then did she notice the state of her arms, which had been out of her line of sight until now.
"What... what is this?!" Her arms were tightly bound in some strange contraption. Every inch of skin on her arms was concealed beneath a black, leather-like material. Both arms were folded completely inward, her forearms pressed tightly against her upper arms and locked in place so she couldn't extend them at all. Even her hands were balled into fists and encased in the black leather. She could only move her arms freely from the shoulders; everything below was bound tight, rendering them useless.
Sensing an odd discomfort in her legs as well, she nudged her bound arms aside and looked down. Sure enough, her legs were also tightly encased in the same black leather material. Just like her arms, her thighs and calves were pinned flat against each other, locked in a position that made it impossible to straighten her limbs. This was the state Jiseon found herself in: completely folded up, unable to extend her arms or legs.
"H-huh?" A bewildered voice drifted over from nearby. It was Taehyun.
"Hey, Moon Taehyun! Are you over there?"
"What the hell is this? What is this?!"
Lying flat on the grass, Jiseon couldn't see Taehyun at all, but she had a strong feeling he was in the exact same predicament. With her limbs locked tight, Jiseon racked her brain to make sense of the situation. Ah... I remember now... Fuck, we are so incredibly screwed. The memory of why she was here came rushing back. In a desperate bid to escape today, she and Taehyun had ambushed Dohyung, smashing a chair over the back of his head. They had beaten him relentlessly, striking with lethal intent. Yet, despite their surprise attack, Dohyung had stood back up as if it were nothing and knocked them both unconscious.
"Are you finally awake?" Hearing Dohyung's voice in the distance, Jiseon turned her head toward the sound. There stood Dohyung, with Jia walking closely behind him. Dohyung was dressed in his usual casual T-shirt and sweatpants, but Jia's attire was quite different from her norm. Her breasts and pussy were completely exposed, but she wore a black bondage outfit designed to keep her chest from bouncing too much, walking toward them with the sharp *click-clack* of high heels.
That... fucking bitch! The moment Jiseon saw Jia, she wanted nothing more than to leap up and stomp her into the dirt. The sense of betrayal from Jia siding with Dohyung burned fiercely inside her. Of course, Jiseon didn't actually believe they could have escaped Dohyung's clutches even if Jia had helped them, but seeing Jia comfortably aligned with their captor and completely exempt from punishment made her blood boil with murderous hatred.
"Are you finally coming to, Kkami?" While Jiseon was distracted by her hatred for Jia, Dohyung had closed the distance and was now standing right over her.
"Ah, that's... ugh!" Before she could stammer out a response, Dohyung's boot slammed into her ribs, cutting her off entirely.
"Shut up. You know you don't have the right to say a single word to me right now, don't you? You committed a very grave sin today."
"Ngh..." Although Dohyung's kick didn't look particularly forceful, the agony it inflicted was so intense that she could barely even groan.
"Argh!" While Jiseon was writhing in pain, Dohyung delivered an identical kick to Taehyun.
"Now, let's stop the beating there... and let me tell you what kind of punishment I've prepared for you today. Pay attention!" Dohyung moved to a spot where both of them could see him, sat down on a chair he had brought along, and smiled with sadistic amusement. "You can feel the restraints on your arms and legs, right? Honestly, I think that insolent limbs belonging to mere slaves who dare attack their Master... don't deserve to exist. So, I was actually planning on chopping them off."
Goosebumps erupted all over Jiseon and Taehyun's bodies. Dohyung's words didn't sound like a joke in the slightest. To them, Dohyung was a complete lunatic—someone who would gladly sever their limbs with a smile on his face.
"But then again... if my slaves break, I'm the one who loses out, right? Only an idiot smashes his own property just because it malfunctioned. The logical thing to do is repair it so it never malfunctions again." Neither Jiseon nor Taehyun could find the words to reply. Ignoring their silence, Dohyung continued.
"So, what I've prepared today is both a punishment to snap you back to reality and a competition. Both of you are guaranteed to be punished. However, the loser will receive an unimaginably painful punishment, while the winner will get a relatively milder one. Oh, and by the way, what you're wearing right now is just the basic outfit."
Jiseon found his words utterly absurd. How the hell are we supposed to move when we're bound like this? No matter how hard she tried to straighten her limbs, they wouldn't budge. As if reading her mind, Dohyung chuckled and said, "You can't straighten your arms and legs, can you? That's because this is their default state. If you look closely, do you see what's attached to your elbows and knees?"
At his prompting, Jiseon and Taehyun squirmed, twisting their limbs to inspect their elbows and knees. "Huh? What on earth is..." There were strange objects attached to those joints. The moment Taehyun saw them, he felt they looked exactly like the hooves of a horse or a cow. Unlike Taehyun, Jiseon had absolutely no clue what these attachments were meant for.
"You don't know what they are? They're hooves to help you walk around from now on... Nabi, help them up so they can move."
"Yes, Master!" At Dohyung's command, Jia quickly approached the prostrate Jiseon and Taehyun and rolled them onto their stomachs. Instantly, the meaning of Dohyung's "hooves" clicked in their minds. They were forced into a quadrupedal stance, propped up on their elbows and knees like four-legged beasts. Normally, supporting their entire body weight on their elbows and knees would have been excruciatingly painful, but the hooves attached to their joints were made of a spongy material, making it surprisingly bearable.
What the hell do we look like right now?!You crazy bastard... Now you've turned us into actual animals! Feeling like literal beasts of burden, Jiseon and Taehyun cursed Dohyung inwardly, burning with intense humiliation.
"Now, shall Kkami and Amta try walking slowly toward me? Come this way." Just as they were getting used to the quadrupedal stance, Jia stepped back a bit and beckoned Jiseon and Taehyun to come to her. To reach her, they had to crawl on their elbows and knees. Irritation flared deep within both of them, but neither dared to show it. If they acted out, there was no telling what Dohyung—who was watching them like a hawk—would do to them, and the sheer terror of his wrath kept them silent.
"Come on, over here. Come to me!" *Clap! Clap! Clap!* Jia clapped her hands to call them, exactly as one would summon a toddler or a puppy.
Ah, fuck it! Jiseon was the first to swallow her pride and begin crawling toward Jia. Seeing her move, Taehyun quickly followed suit. For about thirty minutes, the two desperately crawled after Jia. Eventually getting the hang of the awkward movement, Jiseon was the first to reach her destination.
"I guess that athletic background pays off. You walk on all fours just like a dog. Ah, not just any dog—more like a little bitch." Jiseon couldn't offer any retort to Dohyung's mocking laughter. Dohyung didn't care about their silence anyway. His priority was getting to the competition he wanted to watch.
"Well, that's enough for the tutorial. Now, you're going to race in that state to determine the winner and the loser. Let me make one thing clear: this competition will not be handing out any participation trophies." Taehyun swallowed hard, his body tensing up. It had barely been a week since he was brought here, but the memory of their last competition flashed vividly in his mind. The horrific memory of being tied to a chair while Jia and Jiseon, wearing strap-ons, took turns forcibly penetrating his backside. After losing that match, Dohyung had injected him with a strange drug. Though he felt odd every time the drug entered his system, he had been somewhat relieved that no major physical changes had occurred yet. But now, he was being forced into another full-blown competition, and losing meant facing an even more monstrous punishment. Determined not to lose, Taehyun focused entirely on Dohyung's explanation, and Jiseon did the same.
"Alright, let me explain the rules. Honestly, it's so simple that even idiots like you who tried to escape can understand it in one go. You're going to have a race in your current state. It's not even that far—maybe a little over thirty meters? The first one to crawl across the finish line wins."
Hearing this, Taehyun felt a wave of relief, thinking it was a relatively normal race. Jiseon, however, only grew more anxious. She knew all too well that Dohyung would never make them do a simple footrace. Suppressing her rising dread, she waited for him to drop the other shoe.
"But here's the catch. Just crawling would be too easy and boring, wouldn't it? So, to make things a bit more entertaining, I made something special. Nabi, bring them out."
"Yes, Master." Replying to Dohyung's command, Jia disappeared for a moment. She returned shortly, dragging something in each hand toward where Dohyung stood.
What... what is that? A wagon? What Jia brought over were two small, four-wheeled wagons. They were about the size of a stroller meant for a two- or three-year-old child. Jiseon and Taehyun had absolutely no idea why she had brought them.
"Do you know what these are? Hmm... looking at your faces, you clearly don't. These belong to you guys now. In the race I just mentioned, you'll have to drag these behind you as you crawl."
"W-what? Drag those?" Jiseon and Taehyun stared at the wagons in shock. Crawling thirty meters in this agonizing posture was already daunting enough, but the thought of having to pull a wagon along made their prospects look utterly bleak. Then, Jiseon noticed something off.
"Um... Master? I have... a question."
"Sure, Kkami. What is it?"
"How are we supposed to... drag those wagons in this state? Are we supposed to hold the ropes in our mouths?" The wagons themselves were completely ordinary. Since Jia had dragged them over by holding the attached ropes, Jiseon naturally assumed they would have to do the same. But the problem was that she and Taehyun were far from ordinary right now. With their hands and feet bound, they had to crawl using only their elbows and knees. She couldn't picture how they were supposed to pull the wagons. Wondering if they had to bite the ropes and crawl backward, Jiseon asked for clarification.
"Pfft, hahaha! I didn't expect you to think of that. Absolutely not!" Hearing Jiseon's guess, Dohyung burst into a fit of belly laughter. He laughed so hard he could barely speak, gesturing for Jia to explain in his stead. Jia reached into one of the wagons and pulled something out. Because Jiseon and Taehyun were pinned flat against the ground, they couldn't see what was inside the wagons until she reached in. But the object in Jia's hand was something they had become all too familiar with since their kidnapping. It was a dildo.
Jia tied the dildo to the end of the wagon's rope. By this point, Jiseon and Taehyun could already guess what was about to happen. Jia spoke up first. "You're going to insert this dildo into your anus and pull the wagon behind you as you race. The first one to cross the finish line wins. However, if the dildo slips out of your ass during the race, you have to go all the way back to the starting line and reset! So you'd better squeeze your sphincter tight and make sure it doesn't fall out. Got it?"
Dohyung, who had been chuckling, finally managed to suppress his laughter and chimed in. "And one more thing. Every time you drop the dildo, the next one will be thicker. I've prepared ten different levels of thickness. Let's see, the final level ten dildo is... about this big." When Dohyung pulled out the level ten dildo, Jiseon and Taehyun gasped in sheer horror. It was a monstrously thick toy, roughly the girth of an adult man's forearm.
"Man... even I have to admit, this is incredibly thick. If you stuff this up your ass, I wonder if you'll ever be able to hold your shit in again. So, you'd better do your absolute best not to let it slip out, right?" Dohyung grinned, playfully waving the massive dildo in front of them. To Jiseon and Taehyun, the swaying toy looked like the forearm of a demon.