Side Story — Han Mi-jung (3)
The two of them didn't bother changing positions. Climax was the only goal. But below was pure agony, and I could barely breathe through my mouth. With those cocks ramming mercilessly all the way down my throat, I couldn't even cry out. I thought I might actually die. Was I going to die like this — as nothing more than a toy for men to vent their lust into?
That was when the leader's voice cut through.
"Hey. Switch it up."
At his command, the men shifted. The one violating me from below lay down on the floor and made me straddle him on all fours, his cock still buried inside me. The one at my mouth stood in front of me, seized my hair, and shoved himself back between my lips. Only the position had changed — the pain remained. And then something touched the crease of my buttocks. Something was rubbing near my anus. I sensed what was coming and tried to turn my head, but the man's hands clamped my face in place. Then something hard pushed into my ass.
"Uuuuugh!!!!!!"
My vision went white as a tearing pain surged from below. It felt like my entire lower body was being split in two. I'd heard anal sex existed, but I'd never done it. And this man's cock was abnormally large — with another one already filling my pussy.
"This bitch is tight. Small ones really are the best to fuck."
The sobs kept rising and tears streamed down my face, but the men paid no attention, each just thrusting away inside my body. My feelings, my pain — none of it meant anything to them. To them I was nothing but a doll for relieving their urges. Every hole in my body existed so they could discharge their semen. They treated me like a kind of toilet.
The man in my mouth reached his limit first, his pace quickening.
"Swallow every last drop. Miss one, and we go again."
Under his threat, I had no choice but to swallow everything that exploded into my mouth. Next, semen poured into my pussy once more. Even after finishing, the man didn't pull out. And finally, the one violating my ass came too.
I lay sprawled on the floor, unable to move a muscle. My pussy and anus throbbed with pain, and sticky fluid was leaking from every hole in my body. It seemed endless, as if I'd been filled to the brim with semen. The men snickered at the sight of me, dressed, opened the shutter, and left. After lying there for a long while, I finally managed to raise myself and wipe the fluids from my body. The white liquid dripping from below was mixed with blood.
Even after that, I couldn't pay the full interest every month. And each time, the men raped me and left. Just when I felt I couldn't endure another day, my husband regained consciousness. But he was no longer the man I had known. His eyes had no focus, his speech was slurred, his hands trembled, and he couldn't walk properly. The man I loved had become a complete wreck.
I decided to run. I couldn't take any more. Seh-hwan accepted the situation without a word — he must have guessed what was going on. We got our deposit back and found a small rented room in the provinces. Praying they'd never find us, I worked at a restaurant by day and a massage parlor by night. Thanks to my cheerful attitude and my willingness to never refuse what the men asked for, I had a steady stream of regulars asking for me by name even in that small neighborhood, and the tips were generous. But one night when I came home, I felt the sky collapsing on me. My husband lying on the floor of the room was nothing unusual — but my son was sprawled there, his handsome face covered in blood. And the three loan sharks were sitting around him on the floor, drinking soju.
This time too, I knelt before them and begged. They only laughed.
"Look at this bitch, swelling up with pride? You ran? And you expect us to believe you? You borrow money, you pay it back, you fucking cunt. We'll carve up your husband and son for organs, and you can pay us back with your body. You're already selling it, aren't you? Your boy keeps whining about how all this is illegal. Yeah, it's illegal. Go report it. Go to prison and come back, who cares. Nothing changes either way. Your husband and son lose their organs, and you become the whore you already are."
Paralyzed with fear, I had nothing left to hide behind. Beside my fallen son, I crawled between the man's legs, unzipped him, and took out his cock. Then I began to suck.
"Well, well, look at this bitch. Selling that body's sharpened your technique, huh?"
I felt the jeweled studs on his cock swelling in my mouth. With him still inside it, I pulled down my pants and panties, then presented my ass to the other two men.
"Do whatever you want to me, just please let it go this once. Please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything at all — just spare my son."
The men took turns degrading me right there, then left. It was a long time before my son came to. As I wiped the blood from his face, all I could do was cry. There was truly no hope left.
And then salvation reached out to me. A regular from the massage parlor. One day he finished early, and with some time to spare we lay together on the bed talking. When I told him about my situation, he asked how much I owed. When he heard the amount, his face went pale. Then he said nothing at all.
A few days later he came back and told me he would take care of the debt — that from now on I should quit this work and come live with him at his place. Seh-hwan too. My husband, however, was sent off to some care facility I never learned the location of, the costs covered by him. I never saw my husband again.
Of course, his kindness wasn't free. This man, named Yoon-gyu, wanted my body just like the rest — and what excited him most of all was that I had a grown son. Every time we were together, Yoon-gyu talked about Seh-hwan. It went like this:
"Seems like Seh-hwan sneaks looks at your body sometimes. You think he wants to fuck his own mom? What about you? Don't you secretly want it with your son too? Wouldn't you love it if he was watching us right now?"
And when I responded, he was thrilled.
"Yes... ahh... I want it with my son too... while you're pounding into my pussy... haahh... if he came in and put that big cock in my mouth... ahh... just thinking about it... ugh... it feels so good... fuck me harder... aaaaahh!!"
When I said those things while clenching around him, he'd lose himself completely, bucking his hips. He had plenty of other perverted demands, too. He made me walk around without a bra in front of my son, or put on a short skirt and go clean his room. He seemed to be making me reenact scenes from some porn video. Each time, Seh-hwan would stare at me with a strange expression — and yet he really did steal glances at me. I told myself any young man would do the same. And every time, Yoon-gyu would make me describe the whole scene in detail, then get fully aroused listening and take me into his arms.
Still, compared to what I'd been through before, this was degradation I could bear. Yoon-gyu was a wealthy man who lived alone. His wife had passed away, and he had two daughters and a son living abroad. I wanted to remarry him and have Seh-hwan entered into his family registry, but he never consented to marriage. To him, I was nothing more or less than a sex slave to satisfy his twisted appetites. Even so, he was never stingy with money for Seh-hwan and me. For me, that was enough. Seh-hwan, once bright and outgoing, had grown quiet, but he attended school silently and studied hard.
At last the day of the college entrance exam arrived, and Seh-hwan — who should have scored well enough for the police academy he'd set his heart on — had the misfortune to receive his worst possible result. Yoon-gyu and I did our best to comfort him as he sat there looking like his world had ended. He could take it again as many times as he needed. He was more than capable of doing better.
Then one evening, as the three of us were having dinner, Seh-hwan suddenly spoke up. He'd learned about a certain cram school for retakers, he said, and he wanted to go there more than anything. It was a boarding academy with the finest instructors in Korea, teeming with the sons of wealthy families — chaebol heirs among them. I couldn't help glancing at Yoon-gyu. Naturally I wanted Seh-hwan to go, but a place like that was bound to charge an astronomical tuition. Yoon-gyu, too, stared at Seh-hwan in silence. And then Seh-hwan said something strange. He didn't need a single won, he said. The only thing he needed was his mother.