The Record of the Nine Hours She Vanished: Part 1
The video screen changed in an instant. Blinding spotlights flared to life. And there, in the center of that stage, was her.
"Ah, ugh....."
Frowning against the intense light, she let out a groan. The brutal training that had dragged on from before the meal had left her entire body burning like it was melting away, and the sticky love juices seeping between the plugs jammed deep in her secret places showed no sign of stopping. Her mind was foggy, but the cold air grazing her skin warned her this wasn't the glamorous banquet hall she'd been standing in moments ago. With trembling eyes, she scanned her surroundings.
It was the Pantheon Performance Hall, buried beneath the grand wedding venue. From the unseen darkness beyond, the sadistic anticipation of the audience packing the seats rode the air and tightened around her throat. Crushed by the weight of those gazes, she could only tremble pitifully on stage, not daring even to lift her head.
"M-Master..."
Her cracked voice scattered into the void. But instead of a reply came a rough, heavy beastly panting from the shadows. Huff, huff—the scraping sound clawed at her lungs, freezing her heart. Her eyes turned toward the noise. In that murky shadow lurked the massive Doberman she'd seen at the banquet, its muscles rippling as if ready to pounce, staring her down. The moment she met the primal lust in the beast's eyes, she swallowed a silent scream, sensing the doom closing in, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Watching her tragedy unfold on screen made my own body tremble. But the woman sitting beside me now reacted differently.
"Haa... haa......"
Gazing at her own pitiful form in the video, she began to breathe in sweet, ragged gasps. Her flushed face turned toward her nipples, fingers drifting there. The rod of the plug buried deep in her lower half twitched ever so slightly with her shivers.
Then, on screen, Lee Hyun appeared at center stage, gripping the Doberman's leash.
"Now, let's proceed with Lee Seol's true wedding ceremony."
At the cruel declaration from her own brother's lips, my wife's face on screen drained of color, turning deathly pale. The goddess Korea worshipped, forced into marriage with a lowly beast—for the base amusement of her masters, as a tool for their sadistic show of impregnation and birth. Up to that point, she could endure it. She'd long been the organization's slave, accepting the brutal system with resignation. But marrying a dog?
Before that surreal demand, her world crumbled without even a scream.
Her face filled the screen in close-up, projected massive across the stage. It was dyed in the same despair as that day five years ago when she'd first stepped onto a stage, the world collapsing around her. The audience watching began to gleam with excitement in their eyes. After five years of relentless training, she could indulge in pleasure even during the most extreme hardcore play, utterly enslaved to masochism. But seeing her—broken beyond endurance—stoked their twisted sadism just fine.
The moment her humanity was sentenced to erasure. In stark contrast to my wife's anguished pallor on screen, the expression of the one beside me was entirely different.
"Haa.... haa......"
Her eyes, once brimming with sorrow, now glazed over with masochistic fever. As her breathing grew rougher, filling the room, the plug sealing her shame twitched faster and faster.
Even her face on screen began to change. The despair gave way, bit by bit, to the look of a bitch in heat. The massive Doberman's cock looming before her dwarfed even a black man's. Precum oozed endlessly from its tip, its musky beast-stench numbing her reason. The torture-like stimulation that had started in the bridal waiting room and dragged through the wedding had driven her into an extreme estrus she'd never known. A realm no drug could reach. The organization's meticulous design had, on her most precious day, forged the most intense and humiliating awakening of her life.
Her reason had already crossed the threshold back at the wedding hall. With countless guests watching, she'd nearly offered herself to the beast; now, this "mating ritual" before Pantheon members alone felt almost a mercy.
She'd always shown extreme revulsion toward bestiality. Drugged into sucking a beast's cock or letting it lick her pussy—that much she'd endured. But full mating with a dog? She'd resisted to the end.
But not now. Loathing and shame had long been devoured by the overwhelming heat dominating her brain. All she craved was one thing: to willingly take that massive beast cock deep inside, mating pathetically like a bitch in heat.
But she couldn't. Accepting it would mean more than violation—it would signify "marriage vows." A inhuman oath to take the beast as husband. Her last shred of reason screamed from the cliff's edge, holding her back. Bewitched by the pouring precum's scent, yearning for the beast's tool, yet her final human pride wailed no in a dying voice.
Then Lee Hyun approached, as if piercing her soul. He seized the piercings dangling from her nipples, yanking her upright toward the audience. Amid agony like flesh tearing free, the masochistic pleasure it awakened made her eyes quiver and lose focus. Wherever her masters' cold gazes in the front row touched, her skin burned hot. Their eyes were commands, and those commands were lethal drugs paralyzing her reason. The more they ravaged her with their stares, the closer her masochism raced to its peak.
Finally, before the humiliating order to take the beast as husband, she was swept by a destructive urge to kneel of her own will.
Lee Hyun was merciless. Gripping her nipple piercings like a beast's reins, he dragged her across the stage. Her sensitive flesh screamed as if ripping, her torso twisting, but he flung her pitilessly at the panting Doberman's paws.
Now, right before her face: the beast's massive pillar, drooling thick, fishy precum, throbbing hungrily.
"Haa.... haa...."
Each ragged breath drove the potent male musk deep into her lungs. Her eyes, utterly intoxicated by the beast's scent, held no human reason left. Crushed by the masochistic heat her master permitted, she gladly sank into the abyss of self-destructive pleasure.
At last, she parted her lips and took the beast's grotesque shaft into her mouth. No coercion, no drugs. She knew full well what this act meant. Succumbing to the masochistic thirst eroding her brain, she'd chosen to trample her own human dignity, hurling herself into endless pleasure's pit.
Her close-up expression was shocking. Face impaled deep on the beast cock, sinking into ecstasy's depths—she was the perfect bitch.
"Gulp... gulp...."
She swallowed the endless flood of fishy dog precum like a trance. The inhuman volume overflowed her lips, streaming down her chin without cease. I couldn't bear to watch to the end and turned away.
Our tender kiss. That simple, warm meal like ordinary lovers. Those brief but intensely precious memories felt shredded to pieces.
I looked at my wife beside me. She was fully synced with her degraded self on screen. With reason evaporated, glazed eyes twisting her own nipple piercings, she began digging into her gaping anus where the plug had been yanked free.
"Haa, ungh! So hot, too hot...!"
Squelch, zing! Each uterine spasm of pleasure made the rod in her depths piston on its own. Splurt, spurt!
"Haa... haa....."
Lost in pleasure's depths, pouring out scream-like moans, she noticed I wasn't watching and approached. Her eyes, unfocused in masochistic heat, fixed on me as she climbed onto my lap, cradling my cheek like soothing a child. Her gaze toward me melted wetly with arousal.
"Darling... don't turn away. Watch how pathetically I broke... how that beast tamed me... every single moment, without missing a thing."
Corrupted by pleasure, unfocused, she seemed a succubus dragging me into her fallen abyss. Her voice, unfamiliarly sweet and sticky, tickled my ear. Forcing my head back to the screen, she began wet caresses, licking my neck and face.
"..........."
Her slender palm on my cheek alone paralyzed me like prey before a predator. Even the instinct to resist was crushed under overwhelming taboo thrill. I could only stare blankly at the screen, as she willed—or rather, as her masters willed.
Cleverly twisting her head not to block my view, she thrust her tongue into my mouth, showering sloppy kisses. Nothing like our earlier innocent, fluttering lip-touch. Her saliva, utterly enslaved to masochism, was obscenely lewd; its thick viscosity dripped across my lips and tongue, staining my soul with depravity's hue.
I was her perfect captive. I had to witness, without turning away even once, the record of her dignity butchered, her willing self-offering to mate with a beast.
On screen, she still devoured the beast cock relentlessly. The Doberman panted roughly, face smug as if savoring it all. That arrogant gaze, relegating my precious bride to a mere bitch—it flooded me with bitter defeat the instant our eyes met.
The Pantheon members watched in breathless silence. The noble bride who'd wed in pristine white under national blessings—now groveling at a beast's paws, suckling its cock. Her downfall was enough to rouse the old men's sadism. They panted like animals, each seizing their beautiful sex slaves by the hair, forcing their heads still. Eyes rolled white under choking pressure, but the elders rammed their filthy cocks mercilessly down throats.
Ironically, despite her lowly slave status, my wife dominated that space in that moment. Her slow crumble, devouring the beast cock, exuded thick taboo perfume. Everyone there grew intoxicated by that dizzying scent, losing reason.
Even Lee Hyun's pants bulged obscenely. He steadied himself briefly, then yanked his sister's hair, ripping her from the beast cock. Her head snapped back; her eyes swam in hazy, depraved afterglow. Her lips bore slimy dog precum traces.
Clearing the stage air, Lee Hyun spoke.
"Now, everyone. It's just the beginning—don't rush. Cool your excitement a bit and wait. The festival starts now."
He patted his sister's shoulder, turning her toward the audience.
"And now... the most sacred moment of the 'vows.'"
Her face filled the screen again. No hint of refusal despite her brother's horrific proclamation. Her features embodied depravity's beauty. In her pleasure-glazed eyes flickered masochistic flames, captivating everyone there. These jaded old men, who'd devoured every pleasure and toyed with women—now, like innocent boys in first love, they were utterly enchanted.
The organization's executives watching wore satisfied smiles. To mesmerize these worn-out fossils so perfectly... Tonight, Pantheon history's highest bid was guaranteed.
"Haa.... haa...."
Watching her on screen, even I was captivated. Now, without her holding my face, I couldn't tear my eyes away, staring only at her face.
Having obsessively claimed my lips, she slid down my torso, sticky-caressing my nipples and body. I looked down at her adoring my flesh. Her gaze, her smile—they matched the one on screen mesmerizing everyone. A lewd goddess luring souls to hell's depths. Before her wet breath, I found no strength to resist.
A masochistic slave bound in chains of submission to stinking elders' every command. My goddess Lee Seol, now kneeling even before a mere beast. At their feet, the lowly slave reigned as an irresistible lewd goddess over me alone. Holding her hand, I was slowly drawn into pleasure's abyss.