Mio
Ha-yoon's palm slipped once on the painted floor of the kennel corridor. With every crawling step, her hanging breasts swayed.
Friday night, half past eight. The kennel corridor on the first basement level. Surin had fastened the collar in the lobby, then wound the leash handle into her own fist. Jae-hyuk followed several paces behind, empty-handed.
Last week, passing this corridor at the end of the Owner's leash, every stall Ha-yoon went by had been empty. Tonight, about halfway down, beyond the bars of the stall whose plate read P-08, a naked woman lay prone on the mat.
Surin stopped in front of that stall. Ha-yoon halted beside Surin's left knee. Surin lifted the latch and slid the iron door aside.
Bleached short hair crossed the threshold first. Mio came out into the corridor on palms and knees and met Ha-yoon face to face, nose to nose. Only a leather collar circled her neck. There was no leash. The rings pierced through her nipples swayed with her breasts.
She was the woman Ha-yoon had seen only through glass, on her first night at the Kennel, and in the dark of the showroom. A silver ring sat at the tail of one eyebrow, and smaller rings followed the curve of her ear. At the tips of the breasts hanging beneath her body, the rings in both nipples caught the ceiling light and glinted.
Mio looked at her. She did not smile. Her eyes traveled slowly from Ha-yoon's face down to the breasts hanging from her. The nape of Ha-yoon's neck went cold, and the fingers braced on the corridor floor curled in.
"Smell her."
Surin said it short, to Mio. Then she wound the chain that ran from under Ha-yoon's neck twice around her hand and gripped it close against the collar.
"You stay still."
Mio came in on her knees. The tip of her nose brushed Ha-yoon's cheek, slipped behind the ear, and touched the nape above the collar leather. Ha-yoon's long hair, fallen all the way down her back, parted against Mio's forehead. Twice, short, the sound of a breath drawn in.
Ha-yoon held her own breath. A human nose was taking the smell of human skin. Each time Mio inhaled, the fine hairs at the nape stood up, and the heat spreading from that spot traveled down into her chest and drew her nipples tight and hard.
Mio turned and crawled along Ha-yoon's left side. As she turned, her back came into the light. Below the waist, in the place just before the ass split open, two black characters had been cut into the skin.
She had not been able to read them from in front of the showroom wall. The meaning was the words themselves. A cunt that took anyone's cock. It frightened her. By the time she thought she ought to look away, she had already read the two characters once more.
Crawling on, Mio set the tip of her nose first between Ha-yoon's shoulder blades, then into the hollow of her waist. Wherever the nose touched, a short breath grazed the skin.
Mio's shoulder brushed the outside of Ha-yoon's thigh and passed. The ends of that short hair tickled the flesh beside her ass. Mio stopped crawling behind her. A few steps beyond, Jae-hyuk was standing.
The tip of a nose touched the cleft of her ass.
Ha-yoon's cleft clenched. The cold nose stayed at the top of it and did not move. Only the hot breath traveled down the cleft toward her cunt. Mio inhaled, long.
Her cunt had been wet since the collar went on in the lobby. That inhale drew the whole smell in with it. From where Jae-hyuk stood, it would be perfectly plain: a bleached woman with her nose pressed into his wife's cleft. A thread of slick ran down the inside of Ha-yoon's thigh.
Mio came back up along Ha-yoon's left side. When their shoulders were even, she brought her lips close to Ha-yoon's ear. Her voice was lower than breath.
"A new dog gets smelled first."
Mio did not wait for an answer. She went and lay down beside Surin's right knee. The warmth of her breath stayed on Ha-yoon's ear a long while. The only speech allowed a dog was yes, and barking. Mio broke that rule in a voice that would not reach Surin's ear.
At the end of the corridor, a keeper in gray work clothes was pushing a mop across the floor. The graying man looked only toward Mio the whole time he mopped.
Surin turned. Before the chain could pull, Ha-yoon pressed herself to Surin's left knee. Mio, with no leash at all, followed at the right knee. Jae-hyuk stepped back toward the wall and cleared the way.
The sole of Jae-hyuk's shoe dragged once, briefly, on the floor.
When they reached the training-room door, it opened from inside. A woman with long straight hair came out first on all fours. The ends of her hanging hair swept the floor, and the nameplate swaying under her neck was engraved P-19. Behind her, the Brown-Coated Patron followed with the leash in his hand.
He was the man who had given Jae-hyuk a small nod in the Kennel Guardian Waiting Room on their first night. The brown coat's eyes skipped over Ha-yoon and Mio. He looked past the top of Ha-yoon's head toward Jae-hyuk and dipped his chin once. Then he put P-19 in front of him and went off toward the stairs.
Over the training-room threshold, the floor under her palms changed from paint to rubber. The pebbled grain bit into her kneecaps.
On the training-room bench sat the mustache, tie loosened and hung around his neck. He was the man of about forty who, the night they had signed the guardian column, had laughed through his nose from that bench while he watched Jae-hyuk fuck her.
Jae-hyuk went and sat at the far end of the bench before Surin could so much as point with her chin.
"Both of you. Face the door. Side by side."
Surin tapped the center of the mat with a finger. Ha-yoon lay down facing the wall where the rings hung in a row. The door they had just come through was at the right end of that wall. Mio lay down on Ha-yoon's left, one shoulder's width away, facing the same direction.
The bench ended up behind the two dogs' asses. In front of Jae-hyuk, seated at the end of it, two lifted cunts lay side by side. Surin stood at the edge of the mat on Ha-yoon's right. The chain handle was still in her left hand.
"Elbows down. Ass high."
The mustache said it from the bench behind them.
Ha-yoon bent her elbows and lowered both forearms to the mat. As her chest came down close to the rubber, her ass stayed high. The nipples that had been hanging pressed into the rubber.
Beside her, Mio took the same posture. Mio was faster, and lower.
Ha-yoon laid her right cheek on her forearm. When her face turned left, Mio's face was right at her nose. Mio had her left cheek on the mat and was looking this way. The ring at the end of her eyebrow caught the ceiling light, and beside the breast flattened to the mat, a nipple ring stuck out.
It began with the sound of a belt buckle coming undone. A pair of shoes hit the floor, then the sound of trousers dragged down his legs. A bundle of cloth was tossed onto the bench. Bare feet stepped onto the mat and stopped directly behind the lifted cunts.
The fifth line of the NG Section rose in her — use by more than one. Ha-yoon's knees locked on the rubber, and the mouth of her spread cunt clenched on its own. But the sound of knees behind her came only once. One man. Two asses.
From Mio's side came the sound of a palm settling on skin. The face in front of Ha-yoon's nose did not shift at all. As if it did not matter who spread her cunt and looked, Mio kept her eyes only on Ha-yoon.
Soon both palms crossed over onto Ha-yoon's ass. Unlike the silver cuff links, no metal touched her first. Calluses were set all through the palms. Two thumbs pressed to either side of her labia and spread the entrance.
"This one's still new."
The hands left. The spread labia closed again, and from that seam her slick smeared up toward her clit. The palms crossed back to Mio.
Forearms still on the mat, Ha-yoon opened her knees a little wider. Then she lifted her ass higher and offered her cunt back toward the place the hands had gone.
Behind her, the man laughed, short.
"New one's spreading first. Then we start here."
Both hands took her hips. He did not even feel for the entrance. The moment he touched, his cock slid into her cunt and kept climbing without a pause.
It was long. The thickness was about the same as Jae-hyuk's, but it came in and came in and did not end. With her chest lowered, the head rode up the inner wall toward her lower belly and pushed at the dead end at the very back of her cunt. Ha-yoon's mouth fell open.
"Hhh, aaah……"
When he was in to the root, coarse pubic hair ground into the cleft of her ass. A beat later, his balls swung up and struck beneath her clit.
He drew out long and drove in long. Each time that dead end was pushed, Ha-yoon's cheek slid on her forearm.
"Ahhnn, nn……♡"
About ten strokes. The cock pulled all the way out.
There was the sound of him knee-walking sideways. Soon Mio's body was shoved forward. From the way the face opposite her shook, Ha-yoon knew the cock was driving into Mio's cunt.
Mio made no sound. Her breathing did not change. Each time she was fucked, her cheek shoved along the mat and came back, and her eyes stayed on Ha-yoon.
Only the wet sound came, even and steady. The sound of the cock that had just been inside Ha-yoon moving in and out of Mio.
Ha-yoon's entrance fluttered in time with it. She counted, inwardly, how many times Mio was fucked. Eight. Nine. At ten she waited for the cock to come back.
At ten, the knee-walking sound returned this way. The cock that had just left Mio went straight into Ha-yoon's cunt. The slick coating it was not hers. What it had picked up inside Mio was smeared along Ha-yoon's inner walls.
The second time she took it, it was faster. The interval between hits at her inner end shortened, and the fingers gripping her pelvis dug into the flesh. Ha-yoon rubbed her forehead against her forearm and swallowed the sound. She could not swallow all of it.
"Nnh, hhnn, ha……♡"
"Quieter. Look beside you."
Surin said it from above. Ha-yoon lifted her forehead off her forearm and laid her right cheek down again. Mio, fucked only a moment ago, had her lips pressed shut. With a face whose breathing had not slipped once, she watched Ha-yoon being fucked.
"Fucking the two of them turn and turn about, I can tell. Every hole tastes different."
The man said it while he fucked her. With callused palms he hauled her pelvis back against himself. The cock buried to the root crushed the very inside.
After that he moved every five strokes. Five for Ha-yoon, five for Mio. Each time he came back, Mio's slick on his cock was thicker. The sound of the man going back and forth on bare knees between the two dogs never let up.
Ha-yoon's fives were short. Her inside trembled after the withdrawing cock, but when the fifth stroke ended she was empty without fail. Mio's fives sounded long in her ear.
The knee-walking sound came back this way. He drove the cock in to the root again and said, with no laugh in it:
"Mio bites down and hangs on the second you're in. The new one doesn't even know how to catch it on the way out."
One of the hands gripping her pelvis came away. Soon, from Mio's side, a palm lightly patted an ass.
"This one squeezes so much better."
Then he twisted his hips inside Ha-yoon. The buried cock stirred her cunt.
"Hih, nng……"
"Still stiff, Counselor."
Mio's lips did not part at all. Only the nipple ring trembled, thin, against the mat.
Ha-yoon's cheeks burned. No one had told her to, and still she clenched. She drew the inside in around the buried cock with everything she had, hard enough that her lower belly shook.
"Nn, nnnht……"
Behind her, the man with his cock still buried in her burst out laughing.
"There. You can do it when you try. But you're late."
The cock slipped out. The cunt she had been clenching with all her strength opened on nothing. The sound of knees crossed back to Mio.
Ha-yoon counted again. Five passed. Ten passed, and past twenty the knee-walking sound still did not come back this way. While she waited, only her entrance clenched and let go, over and over.
On Mio's side the man picked up the pace. Mio's body was shoved forward and came back, fast, and the nipple ring dragged on the rubber with a thin metallic sound.
Ha-yoon could not take her eyes off Mio's face. Even as the man's hips sped up, that face stayed smooth and unchanged. It seemed the cock only came back if you took it like that, without a sound.
Ha-yoon closed the mouth that had fallen open. She pressed her lips tight, the way Mio did. Only her slick-wet labia stayed parted, trembling.
The sound of flesh striking sped until the strokes ran together. Slick ran down the inside of her thigh to her knee. The length of the cock that had been driving into her a moment ago was still shaped inside her cunt.
Forearms planted on the mat, Ha-yoon lifted her ass again. She spread her knees another handspan and offered her wet cunt wide open toward the man behind her.
No knee-sound came back toward her. No hand on her pelvis. No cock set to her entrance. Only the rhythm on Mio's side went on without a break.
"Mmm…… mm……"
Ha-yoon held her lifted ass at that height. She endured it on trembling thighs. Slick beaded at the edge of her labia, drop by drop, and fell to the mat.
The chain running from under her neck hung slack. There was no sign of it being pulled. From Surin, at the right-hand edge, neither permission nor prohibition came.
"Take it."
The man said it to Mio. The rhythm went on a few strokes rougher, then stopped dead. There was the sound of flesh hauling Mio's ass in against him, and the man let a long breath out through his throat.
Mio's eyes stayed open to the end. Even while he poured semen into her cunt, her gaze was on Ha-yoon, right in front of her. Mio's lips parted a very little, then closed.
The cock pulled out with a wet sound. Mio held the posture, ass up. As if she meant not to spill what her cunt had taken, she bent her waist even deeper. From beside her, Ha-yoon could see it.
The knee-walking sound shifted sideways from behind Mio. Ha-yoon lifted her head from her forearms and looked back over her shoulder, and the man pointed with his chin toward Mio's ass.
"Smell it. That was your share."
If she had stayed where she was and endured it, no one would have dragged her over. Ha-yoon backed up on her own knees and crawled along Mio's side. She came up behind the lifted ass and lowered her face between those legs.
The entrance that had just been fucked had not closed all the way. White semen pooled between the parted labia. Ha-yoon set the tip of her nose to that seam. The rank, thick smell of semen mixed with the smell of Mio's slick and filled her nose with every breath.
It had come from the cock that, until a moment ago, had been moving in and out of Ha-yoon's own cunt. When the nose touched, Mio's entrance flinched and clenched, and a little of the pooled semen was drawn inward.
The chain tugged, short. Ha-yoon took her nose away, crawled back to her place, and set her forearms on the mat again.
I was compared. And I lost.
Her cunt was still flushed hot. She was nowhere near coming. But when she recalled those few seconds in which she had offered her ass a second time and no one had taken it, the inside throbbed hot again. She set her forehead to the forearm on the mat and turned those few seconds over once more.
From where he knelt beside Mio, the man spoke toward the bench.
"Bring her in a little looser next time. Have her practice at home, too."
From the end of the bench, where Jae-hyuk sat, came a short cough. The sound of bare feet going toward the bench came after that. A buckle sounded once, and the bench went quiet.
"Up. Both of you."
At Surin's word, Ha-yoon lifted her forearms off the mat and straightened her arms onto the rubber. On all fours again. The nipples that had been pressed to the mat throbbed. Beside her, Mio straightened her arms as well.
Surin tapped her own right knee with her palm.
Mio moved. She went around behind Ha-yoon and crawled up along her right side toward Surin. The man's semen glistened on the inside of Mio's thighs.
Passing, Mio pushed Ha-yoon's flank with the tip of her nose. It was not hard, but on the rubber Ha-yoon was shoved half a handspan to the left.
Ha-yoon did not press back toward Surin. She stayed on all fours in the place Mio had put her.
At Ha-yoon's shoulder, Mio lowered her head. The bleached hair came in under Ha-yoon's chin, and the tip of her nose knocked the nameplate hanging beneath her neck.
Mio did not look back. She went and lay down beside Surin's right knee.
Ha-yoon tucked her chin and looked down under her neck. Beneath the collar ring, the silver plate was still swinging, flipped over. The front, engraved P-27, had turned toward her chest. On the reverse, bared under the ceiling light, a single line was engraved.