A Slave's Devoted Service

While I was deeply focused on imitating the fellatio Senior Stella had demonstrated, his voice cut through the air. “Always keep your gaze directed upward and study your master’s expression. You must watch whether he is pleased or displeased and adjust accordingly.”

“Slurp. Yes, Master.”

Slurp, slurp. Obeying the command, I lifted my eyes to read his face while continuing my service. A massive hand descended to stroke my hair. The moment my tongue swept across the sensitive ridge beneath his glans, his expression softened with pleasure. So this is what he likes.

I searched out the spots that drew the strongest reactions from him and focused my efforts there, intensifying his pleasure. To please him even more, I cradled his heavy, oversized balls—every bit as impressive as his cock—and massaged them with reverent care. Satisfaction bloomed across his face. He enjoys having his balls touched, too.

Watching him bask in contentment, a wave of submissive ecstasy flooded my mind at the knowledge that I was serving my master. Haa… serving really does feel better. My jaw ached and throbbed, but since Master had not yet climaxed, I endured the pain and kept going.

Only after several more minutes did his cock begin to pulse violently and the scrotum gripped in my hand tighten, signaling his impending release. Anticipating it, I quickened my pace. He groaned, seized my head, and drove himself straight down my throat.

“Khk! Swallow every drop!”

“Kheuk—ugh!”

For an instant my fingers nearly clenched around his balls, but I fought the reflex and accepted the torrent of semen flooding my throat. Ugh… this hurts more than I expected….

Gulp. Gulp. The sheer volume kept pouring down, cutting off my air. Tears spilled automatically. With my eyes closed, swallowing frantically, the thick musk of his seed filled my nostrils. The pain of suffocation and the accompanying pleasure combined into a dizzying arousal that set my nerves on fire.

He continued to ejaculate for a long time while I massaged his balls, only releasing my head once he was spent. At last his cock slid from my mouth and I could breathe again.

Chupong—

“Kheuk, kek… hiit.”

“Huu… you’re surprisingly skilled. As expected of a married woman.”

I had never performed fellatio on Teo, but a guilty thrill rose inside me. I let him believe whatever he wished. Only after forcing down the last sticky remnants coating my throat could I breathe properly again.

“Now wash yourself and come out.”

“Kelok… yes.”

He wrapped a towel around himself and left the bathroom. Since I had been unable to wash while attending his bath, I hurried through my own cleansing. The moment I emerged, his hand closed around me and I was tossed onto the bed.

Following his silent cue, I spread my legs wide, presenting my pussy. His fingers traced over it, checking my condition.

“You got wet just from serving? What a lewd little meat toilet.”

“Hiit… huut.”

The simultaneous stimulation of my pussy and clit delivered a bolt of pleasure I had never experienced. A moan tore from my throat before I could stop it. Uwa… so this is what pleasure feels like without restrictions. I might actually become addicted to sex….

Squish, squelch. My overflowing juices produced obscene sounds under his hand. Unlike the climaxes that only arrived after prolonged effort, a small orgasm rippled through me, making my body tremble. Heuu… haat. I finally understood why my owner had wanted to monopolize the act of being served.

“You’re loosened up enough. Get into position. I’m putting it in.”

“Yes, Master.”

I assumed the proper slave posture—legs spread obscenely wide, hands pulling my own folds apart to welcome him. He aligned his glans with my entrance and drove in with one powerful thrust.

Thrust!

“Haahk!”

“Mm. The grip is even stronger than before.”

Unlike the conscious tightening I had used in the past, my walls clenched hard of their own volition, driven by raw pleasure. Hau! So this is how incredible it feels inside my pussy!

The pleasure radiating from my core was beyond imagination. I couldn’t keep my thoughts straight. Every ridge and fold of my passage received electric stimulation as his thick cock pistoned in and out. Squelch, squelch.

“Heeit… hiik!”

“Did something happen? You can’t seem to focus at all.”

Squelch, squelch. I had no mental capacity to answer his question. What is this?! Everything I experienced before wasn’t even real sex! Owner, that’s too cruel!

Master seemed puzzled by my reaction and slowed his pace, but even the measured strokes were overwhelming. I tumbled straight into orgasm.

“I’m—I’m cumming! Hiiik!”

“What? Already…?”

In my fading consciousness I felt my body convulse violently. Every muscle locked tight; I couldn’t control the trembling. This climax is completely different! So this is what a real orgasm feels like?

“Hiit… heuk.”

“Hmm. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but a slave daring to cum before her master? I’ll have to discipline you.”

Slap! Slap!

“Kyaaah!”

He suddenly covered me completely with his massive frame and began hammering downward with brutal force. Trapped beneath that enormous body, unable to resist, I could only scream in ecstasy as his cock speared me again and again. Auuu… the pleasure is too intense… I can’t stay conscious….

Smack, smack. The heavy impacts of his swinging balls against my ass reached my ears faintly as I slipped into unconsciousness. I lost count of how many times I blacked out from overwhelming pleasure and woke again before he finally released me.

When I came to, sprawled on the bed like a broken frog, I could feel thick semen gurgling out of my pussy and sliding down between my cheeks. Ah… this cock is truly impossible to endure.

“Huu… it’s still a little lacking, but your condition as a slave doesn’t look good, so we’ll stop here.”

“S-sorry, Master.”

“It’s fine. Even a strong female is still only a female. I’ve confirmed that much.”

The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me had lost most of the wounded pride I had seen after our spar. It seemed his ego had recovered now that he had successfully subdued and dominated the powerful female who once defeated him.

Oof. If I don’t get used to this pleasure quickly, I’ll end up like this every single time we have sex. Still, reaching climax purely from pleasure without even a moment to feel guilty about Teo was wonderful. As expected, Owner’s idea was correct.

“Whenever you have free time, assist Venus with her work. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A slave of your quality can be trusted with important duties.”

“Yes, Master.”

His cock still throbbed, demanding more, but my body—exhausted from consecutive orgasms—refused to move. He gathered me into his arms anyway and carried me to the bathroom, where he washed me himself.

A master personally washing his slave felt strangely intimate.

“Is it really acceptable for Master to wash a slave?”

“You are my cherished, precious slave. The leader has commanded us to value our slaves, but beyond that, I simply care for you this much. Accept it with gratitude.”

“Thank you, Master.”

To exaggerate only slightly, this giant whose fists were nearly the size of my head washed my body with surprising gentleness. A peculiar warmth bloomed in my chest. If being a slave means being loved like this… it might not be so bad….

When his fingers cleaned my pussy I leaked more juices from the stimulation, which was slightly embarrassing, but he continued in silence. He dried me, changed the sheets, laid me on the fresh bed, and logged out.

I lay there for a long while until strength finally returned to my limbs. Checking the time, I was shocked to see it was already past eight. What had happened with the shelter work? I didn’t understand why Owner hadn’t contacted me.

No matter how wonderful Teo or Master might be, Maria—my owner—would always come first. After that final remark she seemed to return to work and fell silent.

I rested on the bed a little longer, then rose. By nine in the evening the prostitutes had begun logging in, and the brothel grew lively. Groups of three or five gathered, chatting mostly about Blackmen. Many already bore the Queen tattoo somewhere on their bodies, proudly displaying their new status.

Ms. Venus really is competent. To turn most of the girls in the brothel into Queens in such a short time… Unlike me, some of these women would simply cease to exist when they logged out, yet she had still managed to convert them. The girls with Queen tattoos bowed their heads politely when they saw me pass. I didn’t understand the sudden respect, but I returned their greetings and headed for the top floor where Venus would be.

Two unfamiliar Blackmen stood guard outside the uppermost room, blocking the entrance. They were as massively built as Master; their short-sleeved shirts and pants looked ready to burst at the seams. I stopped before them, head bowed, hands politely folded over my lower belly.

“What do you want?” one demanded.

“I’ve come to see Ms. Venus.”

The men ignored me and spoke to each other instead.

“This bitch is Havid-nim’s slave, right? Then it should be fine.”

“Still, we should probably check with Jubal-nim.”

After bickering for a moment, the two giants seemed to forget my presence entirely and began chatting among themselves.

“As expected of Havid-nim. I heard she only became a slave two days ago, yet she already carries herself like a proper one.”

“My own slave is still slow to learn.”

“That’s because you’re a terrible teacher. Haven’t you seen the new slave-taming manual the elders distributed? You’re supposed to praise them when they do well and give rewards, not just punish them.”

“It’s the leader’s order, but treating slaves kindly still feels awkward. Changing a lifetime of habit in only two years is difficult.”

“They’ll keep relieving our lust anyway. What’s wrong with cherishing them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a little?”

They said the change was recent; hearing it had been less than two years confirmed that. Even while I wondered whether I should interrupt them again, their conversation continued.

“I wonder what kind of child an Eastern Continent woman would give birth to?”

“It would be nice if it was a white-skinned girl.”

“Our seed is too strong. It might come out with black skin.”

“I’d hate that. The taste of Eastern Continent females is so good that the old slaves no longer satisfy me.”

“Their soft, voluptuous bodies are indeed superior to our continent’s slaves. That’s why the upper ranks want them sent exclusively for high officials.”

So that was why the upper echelons kept demanding women from the Eastern Continent—to use them as exclusive slaves. Even though the supply was limited, they were willing to invest enormous sums to establish stable routes. In other words, these women were a kind of premium slave.

“But why not just kidnap them? Once they get fucked they’ll become slaves anyway.”

“Idiot. Are you trying to start a war? We’re already stretched thin holding back monsters from every direction. Where would we find the resources to fight another nation? Besides, didn’t you forget that slaves can only be sent to the homeland if they possess genuine personal will?”

“Ah, right—the slave treatment improvement ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and premiumization strategy. What was it again? Forced enslavement through kidnapping causes severe side effects and is illegal, so it’s prohibited?”

“Exactly. Only females who willingly surrender to pleasure and choose to become slaves are sent.”

Hmm… is it really okay for them to speak so openly about such sensitive information? I worried for their sake. I couldn’t tell whether they were simply careless or whether they had relaxed because they considered me a completely broken slave now.

I unclasped my hands from their polite position over my lower belly, raised them slightly, and spoke again.

“About when may I meet Ms. Venus?”

“Let’s see… how long has it been since Jubal-nim went inside?”

The man on the right, checking a clock, frowned. “About four hours now. He should be coming out soon.”

“He has another appointment, so he might finish even faster.”

“You heard her. Just wait quietly.”

“Yes.”

While they resumed their endless chatter, I stood obediently and committed every useful scrap of information to memory. From their conversation I realized the slave treatment reform was far more significant than I had imagined.

Violence and excessive corporal punishment—once routine—had been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠outlawed. Masters were now legally required to protect their slaves’ lives and health. The most shocking clause allowed a slave to change masters through trial if the owner failed to fulfill those duties. In short, the value and treatment of slaves had risen to an unimaginable degree. That was why they could still call us slaves yet treat us with such care.

“At first everyone was skeptical whether the reform would work, but it dramatically changed the domestic situation. The suicide rate—once three out of ten—has almost disappeared. Female infanticide, miscarriage rates, and pregnancy rates have all improved.”

“The first year was chaos. The capital’s administration was practically paralyzed. So many slaves sued their masters that they had to hold simultaneous trials.”

“I heard this while escorting Jubal-nim. They enacted these changes out of fear of slave rebellion and population collapse.”

“Makes sense. The slave population kept shrinking and the birth rate had hit rock bottom.”

Various chronic problems had driven the birth rate down to 0.3 children per person. On top of that, mothers frequently strangled newborn girls, further reducing the number of fertile slaves until the situation became critical. Only after improving treatment to the point where the women were slaves in name only did the birth rate finally return to normal levels.

In a way, it was only natural. When every woman is a slave and subjected to endless persecution, an explosion of problems is inevitable.