My Lover Yearns to Become a Masochistic Slave 2
"Aaah... Mom...!"
A cry like a scream burst from Lee Seol's lips. The image of her mother reflected in her eyes was grotesque and cruel. Seo Ji-an's breasts, unnaturally enlarged and augmented to grotesque proportions, were pierced through swollen red nipples by cold diamond rings. Inside those hideous mounds, the names of her masters and all sorts of lewd phrases were tattooed. The metal rings, which swayed faintly with every step, proved they were shameful brands forced upon her to suit her owners' tastes.
The shock didn't end there. As the coat fell away, a thicker, fishy stench wafted out. Her clit, obscenely swollen from drugs and masochistic emotions, was also pierced with a diamond ring. Those diamond piercings were badges of her enslavement to her masters. The wedding ring from her fake husband, Lee Hak-su, which she had always worn on her finger, was nowhere to be seen.
Her exposed pussy produced a ceaseless flow of arousal fluid, potent enough to drive everyone in the room into a frenzy. The most damning proof of her depravity was etched on her lower abdomen. In that sacred place where her womb resided, an ugly yet intricate uterus tattoo marked her as owned property. It writhed grotesquely with her breaths, as if her body were a vessel prepared solely to bear her masters' children. Inside the tattoo were countless masters' names—and not just human ones, but drawings of dogs and pigs as well.
Her mother's body, perfectly dissected before her daughter's eyes. Only then did Lee Seol understand. Her mother had never gone to the bathhouse with her. Never shown her naked body. She'd thought it was just shyness...
Seo Ji-an trembled all over with shame, covering her face with both hands. But the "true nature as a completed slave" she had hidden her whole life was now branding an indelible trauma into Lee Seol's soul through those cruel marks.
As if intoxicated by the pungent scent of her arousal, one of the men flanking her grabbed Seo Ji-an's nape roughly and mercilessly slammed her slender neck toward the wet marble floor.
"Now start. Cleaning your masters' feet is your duty."
Her knees hit the cold floor with a thud. At the end of her gaze lay the men's black, heavy leather shoes.
"Mom... no... don't..."
Lee Seol's desperate scream tore through the air. Seo Ji-an felt her heart rip at her daughter's voice. But the stench of her own pussy juices stinging her nose and the "submission circuits" imprinted over more than a decade of training began to overwhelm her reason.
The men had deliberately worn their dirtiest leather shoes. Her pupils lost focus, glazing over at the potent male musk. Tears of humiliation streamed down as she slowly extended her tongue to lick the tip of the man's shoe.
Chirr...
The fishy leather scent mixed with the men's sweat-soaked foot odor. Dirty grit from the shoe's sole scraped across her tongue. Yet Seo Ji-an's body, at the pinnacle of masochism, accepted even this filth as pleasure.
At first, her movements were tentative, mingled with tremors and revulsion. Each time the cool leather touched her tongue, her womb twitched. The uterus tattoo on her lower abdomen pulsed red, like a living creature.
"Hah... ugh... mmph..."
Indecent moans leaked from Seo Ji-an's lips. The ultimate sadistic thrill of her daughter watching fused with the drug's effects, igniting her instincts.
Now, without the man's urging, she buried her face and licked the shoe's side and instep greedily, like a starving beast.
The men said, "Shouldn't you spit on it to clean shoes properly?"
They laughed uproariously, hawking up thick phlegm and spitting it onto their shoes. But her mother sucked it up like sweet nectar. Witnessing that abject, ecstatic submission, Lee Seol felt her world rotting from the foundations, screaming in hallucination.
She instinctively looked at her daughter's face, pupils dilated in scream. But now fully consumed by pleasure, the thorough masochistic slave had no reason left in her eyes. Only the flames of masochism filled her glazed gaze. Traces of phlegm and shoe dirt clung to her lips.
The VIPs in the audience applauded madly, reveling in the prelude to this brutal "family disassembly show."
One man sneered down at her noble lips panting vulgarly as they licked the filthy shoes. "Tch, too dirty now. No way you can serve the masters' cocks like this. Time for a cleanup."
His rough hand yanked her hair. Forced to tilt her head back, she faced the men unbuckling belts, exposing their grotesque lower halves.
"Open wide. Spill a drop, and it'll go down your daughter's throat instead."
For a moment, a flicker of reason lit her eyes. But it was fleeting. The spark died coldly, swallowed by the massive masochistic blaze forged from drugs and years of training.
"Ah... aaah..."
Soon, Seo Ji-an vulgarly parted her noble lips herself. Humiliation tears streamed down her cheeks, but her body positioned itself familiarly beneath the men's crotches—a perfect, abject vessel awaiting her master's waste.
Chiiik—
Hot streams from the man's cock struck her face and open mouth mercilessly. The acrid, vomit-inducing liquid soiled her refined features and poured deep into her throat. Trembling with instinctive revulsion, she desperately swallowed every drop before her daughter Lee Seol, not letting a single one spill.
Each gulp down her esophagus made the metal rings in her nipples quiver, and the uterus tattoo gleamed bloodier, slick with piss.
So pathetic a sight. She opened her mouth to show the audience she'd swallowed it all. Some had splashed her face and body due to poor aim. Yet strangely, even covered in filth and crawling like a beast, her demeanor never seemed base. The more trampled and violated, the more her unique icy nobility exuded a grotesque eroticism. This was why Pantheon still prized her as a top active slave among countless disposables—the elegance that could never be truly broken.
But Lee Seol, witnessing it head-on, stared with soul-lost eyes, unable to even scream at her mother's fall.
Once, Seo Ji-an wasn't just a mother to her. She was the epitome of perfection—the most noble, untouchable woman, the standard for all life, worthy of utmost respect. The warm embrace that had cradled her as a child, the faint orchid scent of her pristine skin. Those sanctuary-like memories were now shredding under the stage's reek of excrement and sadistic moans.
"Ah... ah..."
Lee Seol's lips convulsed, exhaling empty breaths. It felt like the massive pillar upholding her soul was rotting from the base.
Before her eyes, the world's most elegant woman, Seo Ji-an, was gone. The creature crawling between the men's shoes, greedily gulping hot piss streams, was mere livestock trained to react to its master's waste.
Slick naked body under the spotlight, glowing red uterus tattoo. Seo Ji-an was slowly, inexorably transforming into a beast in the swamp of instinct.
Witnessing this hellish change, Lee Seol shuddered in horror at sharing that beast's bloodline. But what plunged her deepest into despair was her own vile body, moving opposite her mind's terror.
"Ah... no... I hate it... please..."
Lee Seol jolted at the unfamiliar hot trickle down her thighs, clamping her legs. The potent aphrodisiac injected in the car used her mother's plight as catalyst, brutally pounding her womb walls awake.
Sluuuurp—
Transparent, viscous fluid trailed down her pale inner thighs, defying her will. Terrified and screaming at her mother's violation, her lower abdomen pulsed hotly, grotesquely.
Pantheon's cursed genes, signaled by the mother's fall, forcibly sprouted the masochistic seed hidden in the daughter's pure flesh.
"Hah... ah... no..."
Shaking with shame, Lee Seol tried covering her crotch, but the soaked panties dripping to the floor were undeniable exposure. The "mark of depravity" her mother had left on the ground now bloomed at her own feet.
The realization she was no different from the stage beast—or worse, primed for even deeper ruin as a "slave's bloodline"—shredded her soul.
She clung to her crumbling mind. The hand of Lee Hak-su, gripped tightly—that alone was her sole bastion.
The two men, now satisfied, said, "There, all clean now. Shall we get serious?"
One smirked down at Seo Ji-an's lips, "cleaned" slick with their filth. He seized her nipple piercing like a beast's leash or handle.
"Aaagh—!"
The metal ring tore through flesh as it yanked taut, forcing her torso upright with a death-scream.
"Open up. Clean it thoroughly."
He pulled harder, dragging her toward him. White pain flashed her vision, but paradoxically, the sadistic stimulus inflamed her drug-soaked lower abdomen. At pain's peak, her brain mistook it for supreme pleasure, drawing out a lewd cry.
The abject breeding sow parted her lips, taking the man's massive cock.
Mmph... uuumph!
The heavy pressure filling her mouth and the merciless metal bite on her chest. Tears streaming, she devoured it deep into her throat like a beast. Her daughter's screams faded distant; her mind sank into the ruinous ecstasy of pain and intrusion.
As her eyes rolled back from throat-fucking irrumatio, the man behind chuckled vilely, reaching between her legs.
"Nice handle here too."
His callused fingers invaded her drug-swollen pussy, mercilessly snagging the diamond clit ring.
"Aagk! Mmph, uuumph—!"
Her muffled scream mangled pitifully. Yanking the clit piercing like a fishhook lifted her ass skyward from the floor.
The horrific pain hit her brain, her broken training converting it to electric rapture. The tearing agony contracted her womb walls madly; arousal flooded from the clit piercing, drenching his hand like a waterfall.
"Hah... ngh! Uuumph!"
Shuddering in agony, she shook her raised ass, craving the next violation. Ownership of her body fully seized by the metal brands, she completed her transformation before Lee Seol into Pantheon's most perfect, pitiable "livestock"—unable to feel pleasure without pain.
"Now I'll open you proper. Take it all."
The man gripping her clit piercing like a hook thrust his massive cock into her soaked crotch with a vile grin.
"Aaaaagh—!"
Her throat, stuffed with irrumatio, unleashed a tearing scream, muffled into wet moans by the pressure. The sudden impalement bowed her body like a bow.
With each merciless thrust, her form shook limply like a doll. His long cock ravaged her womb-deep. Eyes rolling, she convulsed in horrific ecstasy.
"Hah... ugh... ngh! Uuumph!"
Drool trailed her lips. Pussy juices cascaded, soiling the marble. Before Lee Seol, Seo Ji-an was fully beast now—shaking her ass to meet the savage pounding, begging deeper ruin. The pinnacle of Pantheon's decade-long crafting: a premium slave.
Her once-noble eyes lost focus in pleasure; every breath reeked not of motherhood, but of a bitch craving only cum and cruelty.