Where Is Jera?
Erin’s life as a slave in the mountain villa had now stretched beyond a month. Each day brought the same lewd, degrading training. It remained painful and humiliating, yet she was slowly, almost imperceptibly, growing accustomed to the obscene regimen.
Completely cut off from the outside world, the brutal training and cruel daily routine continued without end. Erin filled a small bucket with water, soaked a dry rag in it, and began wiping the living room floor before moving on to the second story. Naked, her full breasts swaying heavily, she scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees.
“Hurry up~!”
Yeondu pressed the tip of the electric rod against Erin’s lewdly wriggling ass, urging her on. It was common for the younger woman to deliberately scatter trash across freshly cleaned areas and then punish her for “poor work.” The demands were irrational, but Erin could only lower her head and apologize.
“I don’t see any hair here!! Why is your cleaning so filthy? You useless old meat toilet bitch!”
“Queen Yeondu! I-I’m sorry… I-I’m certain I cleaned it thoroughly earlier…”
Erin crawled forward frantically and wiped the stray hair with the rag. Yeondu slapped her hard across the face. There was not the slightest trace of mercy. No matter how politely Erin spoke or how carefully she watched her mistress’s mood, she could never completely escape Yeondu’s slaps or lashes. Of the two women, Erin feared Yeondu far more than Jugyeong.
She often found herself pathetically fawning and groveling just to please her each day. Little by little, Erin was beginning to act like a true slave attending her queen. In the endless repetition of her new life, she was gradually forced to accept her place.
After finishing the floors of the first and second stories and the entire villa with a single rag, Erin panted harshly as her collar was yanked, dragging her back down to the underground prison.
It was lunchtime. Erin and Jeyeon knelt before their dog bowls, waiting. The unseasoned mixed-grain slop remained their daily staple. Dark shadows hung over both mother and daughter’s faces. Today’s server was Yeondu, and the atmosphere was on an entirely different level of terror than when Neobchi served them. The pair remained rigidly tense.
“Eat it right now!!”
She screamed at them to eat before even giving the order. Erin and Jeyeon immediately pressed their faces into the bowls and desperately gulped down the food. Yeondu tormented them by pressing the electric rod against their plump buttocks. Fortunately it was only a bluff; no actual shock came. Even so, the psychological pressure was crushing. These days they even felt grateful when Yeondu simply served the food without any extra harassment.
Day after day passed in naked helplessness, with no plans, no hope, only the constant reading of their captors’ moods. Yesterday, while being whipped, Erin had been forced to sign a fifty-billion-won debt contract with Jugyeong. Jugyeong had lashed her, declaring that because Erin had ruined her life, she must pay five billion as compensation. It was a symbolic act—placing one more shackle on a woman who had already lost everything.
The document itself was simple: a contract stating that Erin had received a five-billion-won investment from Jugyeong and would repay it faithfully. Jugyeong had coldly declared that the mother and daughter’s slave labor would be calculated as daily wages; only once the full amount was repaid would their enslavement end.
Almost as degrading as mealtime was the toilet. The doorless bathroom continued to shame them both. They could not even use it freely. Whether they needed to urinate or defecate, they first had to beg for permission. Defecating while staring at the camera lens installed directly opposite the open toilet was an endless humiliation.
After finishing lunch, Erin crawled back up to the first floor. Jugyeong immediately demanded she recite the slave’s oath.
“I vow absolute obedience to the Queens… always remaining naked… existing solely for my owners’ pleasure and mood… that is… um…”
The long passage was more than ten lines. She had not been given enough time to memorize it during yesterday’s lesson. When Erin faltered and could not recite it cleanly, Jugyeong’s face twisted with displeasure.
“Can’t you do a single thing properly?! You still can’t memorize even this?!”
In truth, Jugyeong herself was glancing down at the printed sheet to check whether the words were correct.
“Please forgive this slave, Queen… I did not have enough time to study. I will definitely memorize it by next time.”
“A meat toilet bitch like you only learns when she’s beaten, huh? Stand up straight!”
Not only Erin but Jeyeon as well were locked into X-shaped bondage, their ankle and wrist cuffs attached to rings embedded in the wall. Their backs pressed against the concrete, their breasts and genitals completely exposed. Jugyeong freely lashed Erin’s defenseless body—her breasts, nipples, sensitive clitoris, and labia.
“You stupid meat toilet who doesn’t even know the Korean alphabet!”
“Aaaack!! Ahhkkk… Th-this slave is a stupid meat toilet bitch! Please forgive me!”
The rose whip cracked upward, wrapping around Erin’s pussy and perineum. CRACK!
“KyaAAAAAACK!! Ahhkkk… Please forgive this slave, Queen… Ahhhhuuuk…”
Erin wailed, begging for mercy. Tears, snot, and drool ran down her face. Red whip marks bloomed across her heaving breasts and mound.
“Don’t make any more mistakes next time!”
“Th-thank you! Thank you, Queen! Ahhkkk…”
Still dripping snot, Erin repeated her thanks as though she had received a great kindness.
Jugyeong turned away. Yeondu stepped between the two women bound in X-formation. With her left and right hands she seized one nipple each from Erin and Jeyeon and twisted viciously.
“Hiiiiiiik!”
“Auuuuk!”
Mother and daughter curled their toes and screamed. Yeondu’s hands slid lower. She pinched their clitorises and hoods, lifting them upward.
“Kyaaaaaaa!!”
“Kyaaaaaaa!!”
Screams far louder than before echoed through the villa. Their tear-choked moans rang out, but no one would come to help them. Yeondu pasted the large sheet containing the slave’s oath onto the opposite wall. The X-bound mother and daughter stared at it with hollow eyes and began repeating the pledge over and over.
The instant Jera rounded the corner of the underground corridor, two men seized her.
“Kyaa—aaack! Wh-who are you?! Mom… Yeondu! Help me!”
Jera screamed and thrashed, but each arm was locked in an iron grip. The man holding her left arm stood just over 170 centimeters—average height, yet packed with dense muscle and a savage face. He was clearly not Korean; his deep-set European eyes, long straight nose, and sharp jaw gave him the look of a professional boxer. Sinister tattoos ran from his shoulders all the way to his elbows. The man gripping her right arm was a towering 190-centimeter heavyweight with a narrow forehead and a brutally square jaw. Against two such powerful men, the slender Jera could do nothing but scream.
Riiiiip! With terrifying strength the shorter man tore Jera’s clothes to shreds. Her black long skirt, elegant jacket, and slim T-shirt underneath were instantly reduced to rags. The two foreigners stripped her completely naked and threw her into a barred cell.
“Why are you doing this?! Please! Let me go!”
Jera screamed at the top of her lungs. The men paid her no attention whatsoever. They simply sat on folding chairs and scrolled through their phones. Instinctively Jera drew her knees to her chest, trying to hide her breasts and sex. Despite her desperate pleas and screams, the men remained motionless.
Some time later the basement door opened. Footsteps approached. The person standing before the cell was Yeondu.
“Oh my~ Is that really the same Jera who ruled the school so arrogantly? The bully who tormented everyone—why are you cowering like a scared little dog?”
Yeondu smiled with open malice. Her entire aura and tone were completely different. Jera pleaded with the transformed young woman.
“Y-Yeondu… what are you doing right now…”
“Didn’t you used to torment others exactly like this?”
“What are you talking about?! Who did I ever torment?! Are you working with these men?! Let me go! Let me go, you crazy bitch!”
Jera’s eyes flashed with fury. Yeondu gave a cold, sneering laugh.
“Let me introduce you first. This sleek-looking brother is Sam. The big one is Yan.”
At her words, both men gave casual waves.
“Both of these brothers are very scary people, so you’d better behave. They kill without blinking.”
As Yeondu stepped closer to the bars, Jera felt an icy chill run down her spine.
“Please… I won’t tell anyone… I swear I won’t report anything, so just let me go…”
“No can do~ From now on you’re staying here to repay your debt.”
“What debt are you talking about, Yeondu?! You said my mom was here! Don’t tell me you kidnapped her too?!”
“Read it~”
Debt Contract — 5 Billion Won
Jera picked up the paper while still trying to cover her breasts and sex. She could hardly believe what she was reading. Only a little over a month had passed since she left home—how could something like this have happened?
“E-even if this is real, what does it have to do with me?! You kidnapped me and now you’re showing me this stupid contract?! Yeondu! Don’t do something you’ll regret! Let me go, please!”
“Pff… Something I’ll regret? You’re the one in no position to worry about me, Jera. You really are hilarious.”
Yeondu turned and whispered something into Sam’s ear.
Clank!
“Kyaaaaaaa!! Don’t touch me! I said don’t!!”
Sam and Yan entered the cell and dragged Jera out. Her breasts bounced wildly as she tried to resist, but it was useless. They hauled her down the corridor, her feet scraping along the floor. More cells lined the hallway. A toilet sat directly opposite, and a large TV was mounted on the wall. Three cells in total grew progressively smaller toward the dead end. The one Jera had been taken from was the largest.
“Yeondu!! Please! Haaah… mmph!”
A bright red ball gag was forced between her teeth. Leather cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles, secured with tiny padlocks. She was dragged into the neighboring, slightly smaller cell and thrown onto the cold epoxy floor. Rings were embedded all over the walls. Her wrists were cuffed together in front of her and the chain was hooked to a ring far above her head. When Yan yanked it, Jera was instantly forced onto her tiptoes.
“Mmmph!!”
Sam stroked the struggling girl’s pussy, gently brushing her pubic hair upward. Jera’s pleas were crushed into muffled fragments by the gag.
‘Is this how it’s going to happen?’
Terror of rape made her whole body tremble. But what approached was not Sam’s cock.
“Mmmph… mmmph…”
Sam pressed depilatory tape against her mound, perineum, and the edge of her anus. Yeondu stepped forward and ripped it away without hesitation.
“Prrrruuuup!! Uuuuup!”
Jera drooled helplessly, screaming through the gag. Her unbound legs kicked wildly, but the motion only sharpened the pain. As a finishing touch Sam spread depilatory cream over her reddened sex. He turned on the faucet in the corner and carefully washed her while his fingers caressed every fold. When the last of her pubic hair was gone, her smooth, glistening pussy was completely exposed.
“Ahhkkk… ahhkkk…”
Once the restraints and gag were removed, Jera curled into a ball and sobbed. Yeondu grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her head up. The TV across from the cell flickered to life. A naked woman appeared on screen.
“Ahhkkk… Mom!”
Erin’s bare body was covered in whip marks. The confession she delivered while staring into the camera was even more shocking—her admission that her husband was not Jera’s biological father and that she had committed real estate fraud. Endless tears poured down Jera’s face.
“No!! J-Jeyeon! What are you doing?!”
She screamed at the sight of her mother and sister tangling tongues and grinding their pussies together. When the scene changed to them licking each other, Jera nearly fainted.
“See? That’s what kind of whore your mother Erin really is.”
Yeondu shook Jera’s hair. The loud video continued. Jera squeezed her eyes shut during the enema scenes. The images of her mother and sister moaning obscenely with semen plastered across their faces were things no one should ever have to witness. Her mind went blank; she could only stare at the screen in stunned silence.
Yeondu felt a deep sense of conquest watching Jera sob. Even while crying, the girl still pressed her knees tightly together to hide her pussy. Yeondu stroked her hair almost tenderly. Jera’s small face, long elegant legs, and graceful lines were beautiful even to another woman. Her skin was porcelain white from neck to ankles. At just over 170 centimeters with model-like proportions, her body was flawless. Her breasts were the classic teardrop shape, slightly fuller at the lower curve. The dramatic line from waist to hips and buttocks was dizzyingly sensual.
A short man descended the stairs into the underground prison.
“Wow! Unbelievable!”
He reacted theatrically in awkward English, then turned and bowed ninety degrees to Sam and Yan before offering a deep bow to Yeondu as well. His name was Wangdu. He was the criminal programmer who worked for the same organization as Sam and Yan.
“You’re late, Brother Wangdu! Did you bring Juyun?”
“Of course I did. Please come down, Miss Juyun!”
At his call, a young woman named Juyun descended the stairs with her head lowered. The moment Jera saw her, the girl sitting formally inside the cell widened her eyes in shock. Jera, Yeondu, and Juyun had all been in the same high-school class.
Juyun had received a single phone call from Yeondu not long ago. The offer was simple: if she wanted revenge for what happened in high school and swore to keep the secret, it would be granted. Break the secret, Yeondu warned seriously, and the price was death.
Juyun had endured three full years of every imaginable humiliation from Jera’s gang of bullies. Yeondu remembered it all. At first Juyun thought it was a bad joke, but Yeondu’s deadly serious tone shook her. The scars from those days had never healed. The high-school nightmare resurfaced; she admitted she would like revenge and asked what she had to do.
“You don’t have to do anything. I don’t want anything from you. Just come when I call and do whatever you want to Jera.”
Juyun was terrified by Yeondu’s offer of free revenge. Yet the memory of her suffering gave her courage. In the end she had followed the man named Wangdu whom Yeondu had arranged and come to this place.
Seeing the naked, sobbing Jera, Juyun’s expression grew strange. The sight of her old tormentor brought satisfaction, yet this was clearly a real crime scene—nothing like what she had imagined.
‘Yeondu… I thought she was just a friend who ran track. I had no idea she was this terrifying.’
The foreign men standing near Yeondu radiated a murderous aura far different from Wangdu’s sleazy presence. Juyun’s fingertips trembled with fear.
‘I have no choice. Just breathe and do exactly what they tell me.’
Juyun steadied herself with a deep breath. Yeondu greeted her with a bright smile.
“Juyun! You’re here~ Remember her? The girl who made you cry so many times—Jera.”
“Uh… yeah…”
Juyun tried to hide her fear, but her voice still shook. Yeondu slipped an arm around her shoulders and stood with her in front of the kneeling Jera.