The Slave's Ordeal
Chapter 63
Mihyeon noona was burning up so intensely she could barely hold onto her sanity, but I didn't give her what she wanted so easily. I teased her from her neck down to her armpits, then over her breasts and navel, using my tongue and hands to caress her slowly. I pushed her already razor-sharp senses to their absolute peak, leaving her desperate and aching.
“Haaah…!!! P-please… p-please… aah…!!! Aang…!!! Hnnng…!!!!!”
She couldn't even form proper words. Her whole body twitched and twisted like a pretzel, squirting every time I touched her, lost in constant climax. Whether I bit, pulled, twisted, pinched, or even slapped her, she only moaned like a madwoman.
“Noona, why did you put on such heavy makeup?”
“Aah…!!! Haaah…!!!”
“Answer me. Why did you cake on makeup like a whore and spray perfume just to come to my house? Huh? If you don't answer, I won't touch you anymore.”
“Ugh… haa… b-because… I wanted you to fuck me… I wanted you to fuck me so badly… hngh… I wanted to suck your cock… sob…”
She confessed everything while sobbing, like she was at confession. Beneath the pretty word “love,” her true feelings were nothing but vulgar and ugly.
“Look at that. Noona is a bitch. A human toilet. Isn't that right?”
“Hnnng. Y-yes… that's right… Noona is a bitch. Noona is a toilet. Minjun… hngh… please… please do something to me…”
“Oh? Then…”
I stood up from the bed. The mattress was firm enough that standing didn't feel awkward. I walked to the head of the bed and slowly pressed one foot down onto her lips, which were painted thick with red lipstick.
“Lick it. Clean.”
“Ugh… aah… o-okay… hnn… chuup… chup, chuup…”
Mihyeon noona stuck out her jelly-like tongue and began licking my foot. At first she only gave it timid little licks, but soon she stretched her tongue out fully, sliding it between my toes like a snake. The sensation of her plump, wet tongue tickling my foot was excellent. On top of that, the sight of her licking my foot like a slave drove me wild with excitement.
‘Ah… this…’
A hot, suffocating heat began swirling in my chest. If I didn't stop soon, the side effects might kick in and something could happen. But I didn't want to stop. The most depraved part of me was curious to see just how far I could abuse, degrade, and break Kim Mihyeon, who had already fallen into becoming a human toilet.
“Chup, chuup. Aah… hng… chuuuurp.”
“You filthy thing. You lick so well.”
“Hnnng… yes… it's dirty… chup… I'm a dirty woman… please don't throw me away… chup, chuup… Master… I can't live without you anymore… chup…”
Her mindset was perfect. I bent down and untied the belt binding her hands, then whispered to her.
“That depends on how you behave. Turn over and spread your pussy.”
“Haa…?”
She didn't understand the command right away. I lifted the foot she had been licking and slammed it down onto her massive, overflowing breasts like an axe.
—Thud!!!!
“Aaaah!!!!! Kkhh!!! Hnnng!!!!!!”
“If you don't understand an order the first time, this is what happens.”
“Aah…!! Aaa…!!! I-it hurts!!!!! I'm sorry!!! Hngh!!!!!”
—Press. Press.
I didn't lift my foot after the first stomp. Instead, I kept it planted on her chest and ground down like I was stepping on grass. Her flesh sank in deeply, and the surrounding breast meat spilled out in every direction. It was a beautiful sight. After playing with her breasts for a while, I finally lifted my foot.
“Aah… aaah… aah… it hurts… I'm sorry… I was wrong…”
“It hurts? Doesn't it feel good?”
“Hnn… i-it feels good… aah… no, it doesn't…”
“Really? Then turn over and spread your pussy yourself.”
She moved instantly. After being punished once, her movements became much quicker. She flipped over, got into a perfect cat pose, and reached back with both hands to spread her ass. I positioned myself between her spread legs. With her cheeks pulled apart, her defenseless pussy was completely exposed.
I reached out and gently stroked the dripping slit up and down.
“Didn't you say it hurts? That it doesn't feel good?”
“Aah… haaah…”
“Then why is it so wet?”
“Hnnng… t-that's… I mean…”
She stammered, flustered. She could have said she had already been wet before I stepped on her chest, but her brain was so consumed by lust that she couldn't even manage a simple excuse.
“Why are you lying? Huh? Do you want to be punished more? I can see right through your disgusting bitch thoughts.”
“N-no… Master… please… I-I don't want it to hurt…”
Still holding her pussy open in cat pose, she turned her head back to beg, clearly terrified of what I might do next. I frowned deeply at the frightened woman.
“Who told you to move on your own?”
“A-ah…! S-sorry!!”
She quickly fixed her posture, but it was already too late. I was a merciless sex monster right now. There wasn't even a shred of mercy left in me to let her off the hook.
—Slap!!!!
“Aaaah…!!! Hnnng!!!!!!”
I struck her pussy hard with my palm like a cane. The shock made her collapse from the cat pose.
“Get back in position. Now.”
“Ugh… haa… hngh… y-yes… I was wrong… please… don't hit me…”
She returned to position while begging pathetically, completely unaware that her submissive bitch behavior only fueled my sadism further.
—Slap!!!!
“Uwaaah!!!! Haaah!!! Haa… hngh…”
“I told you not to move. Get back in position.”
“Ugh… hnn… y-yes…”
I brought my face closer to her pussy. I was simply observing it like some mysterious sea creature when her hole suddenly squirted out more fluids.
“…Your pussy is swollen. Did it hurt a lot?”
“Haa… yes… it hurt… my pussy hurts…”
I gently stroked her reddened, swollen pussy as if treating it, then blew warm air over it.
“Hnnng…!!! Haa… hnn…”
“From now on, I'm putting my cock in your pussy. I'll stay still, so you, the human toilet, will move your hips and fuck yourself on it. You can do that, right?”
“Yes…!!! I can do it! Please let me! Give me your cock…!”
—Tap. Tap.
I gave her pussy a couple of light slaps as encouragement, then brought my thick, veiny cock to her entrance. She slowly began backing her hips up to take it in.
“Ugh… haa… hnn…!!!”
The feeling of her wriggling pussy swallowing me from the tip wasn't bad. But every time she took in another 0.1 cm, she climaxed again, making almost no progress.
“Put it in faster. If you can't take it quickly, I'll spank your ass. I'll hit you until it's black and blue and bleeding.”
“Hnnng… haa…!!! Yes!! Hnn!!! I'll put it in fast…!!!”
—Slide. Slide.
The threat of being spanked made her start thrusting her hips much faster. But her momentum only lasted until halfway. After that, she slowed down again, moving like a snail while drowning in pleasure.
As promised, I began spanking her ass without mercy.
—Slap!!!
“It hurts!!! Aah…!!! Haaah..!!! Haa…!!”
“Tsk…”
“P-please don't hit me. Please. Haa. It hurts too much…!”
Every time I spanked her, her pussy clenched tightly and squirted heavily. Yet strange sounds kept spilling from her mouth.
‘Does she really hate pain? It seems like she actually likes it.’
Even I was starting to get confused. She kept begging me not to hit her, saying she hated pain, but her body reacted most intensely whenever I struck her.
‘Is it because of trauma…? She's terrified of violence.’
Violence was scary. I didn't like being hit either. But the sadism and masochism exchanged during sex weren't violence. They were simply acts of pleasure that made sex more intense. Yet Mihyeon kept mechanically saying she hated it even while clearly enjoying the pain.
Like an automatic response.
“Aah… aah… it hurts. Master… don't hit me… please don't hit me…”
“If you don't want to be hit, take my cock deeper.”
“Yes… haa… hnn… I'll take it… I'll take your cock… hnn…!!!!”
Feeling her pussy squeeze around me, I considered forcing her mindset to change but decided against it. Her belief that pain was always bad could be fixed with intense SM play, but her current state was entertaining enough on its own. I wanted to see more of her confused, cognitively dissonant expression—her mind rejecting it while her body loved it.
“Haaah!!! Haa. Haa… hnn.”
“Move faster.”
“Yes… hngh… hnn… I'll move… just don't hit me…”
Even as she said that, she desperately pushed her hips back to swallow my cock. It forced its way through her folds until the tip kissed her cervix.
“Haa…!! Haa… it's so deep… I'm so full… haa… I love it… Minjun's cock… I love it so much…”
“Don't stop moving. If you do, I'll throw you away. You useless, filthy bitch.”
“Aaaah… no. Minjun. Don't throw noona away. Please… haa… I'll move… I'll move… haa…!!!”
She kept switching between calling me “Master” and “Minjun.” Her mind was so broken that her speech had lost all consistency. I could have scolded her for not calling me Master, but being called by my name had its own appeal, so I let it slide.
—Slide. Slide.
“Haaah… haa… hnn…”
She was just as slow pulling out as she was pushing in. I reached for the belt lying nearby. Wrapping it around my hand a few times so it wouldn't slip, I swung it like a whip. I aimed for her ass, but since it was my first time using a whip, my aim was off and it struck her hip instead.
—Crack—!
“Aaaah!!! Haa!!! Haa!!! It hurts!! It hurts!!!”
“…”
“I'll move!! I'll move…! Minjun. Don't hit noona. I'll… I'll shake my hips. I'm sorry… haa… hnn…!!”
Her reaction was good, but also slightly ridiculous. It was clearly an overreaction. This was my first time swinging a belt. I had put some force into it, but not enough to warrant that level of panic. In fact, because I lacked experience, I hadn't even hit her that hard. The belt itself wasn't real leather either—just artificial leather, not particularly stiff. It would hurt, but not to the degree she was acting.
‘Huh… this is fun.’
Her tendency to exaggerate meant she had good reactions. Good reactions naturally led to more fun and excitement. Of course, given her trauma regarding violent and coercive sex, it might not have been an act, but I was just a sex monster right now—not some kind of therapist. As long as I was enjoying myself, that was all that mattered. Besides, even though she was making a fuss with her mouth, her body was being completely honest about how much she liked it.
—Slide. Slide.
“Hngh… I'll shake my hips… so don't hit me… please…”
“Shut up and move faster. Is this really the best you can do? You can't even do this properly despite being a whore?”
“Haa…!!! Hnn… haa… s-sorry… hngh…!!! I'll move faster… hnn…!!! Haa… I'll move…!!”
Even as she claimed she would move, her hips were barely moving. She had lost all strength from the overwhelming pleasure and had collapsed from a proper cat pose into a limp one, her limbs trembling. There was only so much thrusting she could manage in that state.
To give the exhausted woman some motivation, I swung the belt down on her ass again.
—Crack——!
“Aaaah!!!! Haa!!! Haa!!”
The second strike landed perfectly. The belt cracked right across her plump, firm married woman's ass. This time she really did feel it—she let out a high-pitched scream that easily reached four octaves.
“Useless bitch. Do you want to be hit again? Why are you keeping your hips still?”
“Haa… haaah… haa… I'll move… I was wrong… haa…!!! Hngh…!!!”
Only after being properly struck did she finally start moving her hips at a decent pace. But instead of taking me all the way in, she kept only halfway in and pulled back again. Annoyed, I whipped her lower back, which was in the perfect position for striking.
—Crack—! Crack——! Crack——!!
“Kyaaah!!! Hnn!!”