Branded as Livestock
Yeondu, Taesik, and Dr. Cho had gathered in the underground dungeon. The three naked women—mother and daughters—each wearing only a dog collar, knelt in perfect dogeza, foreheads pressed to the cold floor. At Yeondu’s command they crawled on all fours to Cell 1. Inside waited the gynecological humiliation chair and an array of instruments Dr. Cho required.
Jera kept her head low as she crawled, teeth sunk into her lower lip. Dr. Cho’s presence meant a fifty-fifty chance that her body would be altered again. When he visited the mountain villa for a simple examination, his medical bag was compact. Today the bag was conspicuously large.
“Jera. Up.”
At Yeondu’s order, Jera climbed onto the gynecological bed. Her entire body shook with terror. Once she was positioned, Taesik locked her wrists and ankles into the bed restraints.
“It’s unfair that only you crawl at the front during human-train training. You need a cow ring too.”
Yeondu spat the cruel words without hesitation.
“P-please forgive this slave, my Queen…”
Jera’s voice was barely more than a whimper.
“Shut your filthy mouth, you disgusting sow bitch. You’re going to learn exactly what it feels like to be dragged from behind!”
Yeondu’s thunderous roar silenced Jera instantly. In the corner, Dr. Cho finished sterilizing a pair of medical forceps and stepped in front of her.
“This will sting a little.”
“Eeeeek!”
The silver forceps clamped her nasal septum and yanked upward. Jera thrashed against the burning pain. With practiced speed Dr. Cho drove a thick needle through the hole in the forceps.
“Aaaargh!”
In seconds a hole had been punched through her septum and a heavy silver cow ring threaded into place. Glassy tears rolled down Jera’s cheeks as she moaned. Dr. Cho inspected the surrounding tissue, disinfecting every millimeter.
“Well done.”
He reported the result to Yeondu in a mechanical tone, then peeled off his gloves. Seeing this, Jera dared to hope it was over and tried to steady her breathing between sniffles.
But Dr. Cho pulled on a fresh pair of sterile gloves.
There’s more.
The realization made her shudder. Sure enough, he lifted an electric tattoo machine from the bag. Though a surgeon by trade, he was also an expert tattooist.
“How would you like it done?” he asked Yeondu.
Instead of answering, Yeondu stepped close to Jera and stroked the smooth, hairless flesh between her legs.
“Naming a sow is an extravagance, but I’m feeling generous. Hehehe.”
She gave the ring piercing Jera’s clitoral hood a playful tug.
“I’ve decided on three names for you bitches: Toilet, Cum, and Urine. So, Jera—which one do you want?”
The cruel question left Jera speechless.
“What are you waiting for? Choose!”
“Haaah!”
Yeondu wrenched the ring through Jera’s nipple upward. The supple breast lifted, the nipple flesh stretching painfully.
“C-Cum… this slave will be Cum, my Queen.”
Jera answered through sobs.
“Name confirmed. Begin.”
At Yeondu’s command, Dr. Cho began sketching the outline on Jera’s pubic mound.
-Vrrrrrrrr…
The tattoo machine’s motor buzzed loudly. The characters Cum were permanently etched into Jera’s pussy in a matter of minutes. Opaque gauze was laid over the fresh ink to help it set.
After Jera climbed down from the humiliation bed, Erin took her place. The same machine buzzed across Erin’s smooth mound, inking the word Toilet exactly where Yeondu wished. When she descended, small, broken sobs escaped her throat.
Finally the youngest, Jeyeon, received the last tattoo—Urine.
From Erin to Jera to Jeyeon, all three women had always hated tattoos. Now those hated words had been carved into their most private, sacred places in the crudest language imaginable. The realization of their utter degradation washed over them again.
“Everyone to the living room,” Yeondu ordered.
Taesik and Dr. Cho followed her. The three women crawled after them on all fours, hips swaying awkwardly.
In the living room they lined up before the full-length mirror that did not exist in the dungeon.
“Present your pussies.”
At the command the trio thrust their hips forward and laced their fingers behind their heads. The mirror reflected a heartbreaking sight. Nipple rings, clit rings, and heavy silver cow rings through their noses declared their new reality without mercy.
Dr. Cho peeled away the gauze. The thick, unmistakable black letters read Sow Toilet, Sow Cum, and Sow Urine.
“Hahahahaha! Jera, Cum really does suit you perfectly, doesn’t it?!”
“Th-thank you, my Queen…”
Yeondu’s booming laughter filled the room. Jera fought back tears and answered with difficulty.
“You are sows. Livestock! If you fail to behave, you will be treated exactly like cattle. Understood?!”
“Yes, my Queen!”
Startled, Jera answered at once in a loud, submissive voice.
From early morning the three women slathered their naked bodies with thick sunscreen and crawled out to the yard for hard labor. They had all been natural beauties—Erin, Jera, and the youngest Jeyeon. Now their voluptuous figures were completely exposed, dog collars jingling at their throats, reduced to manual labor.
In one corner of the yard, six miniature cages had already been erected on a concrete slab. Construction was essentially finished; the so-called labor was nothing more than an excuse for Yeondu to torment them.
Their task was simple and pointless: stacking red bricks around the cages to form a low wall. None of the three had ever laid bricks before. Every time they failed to carry them properly or spread mortar evenly, the supervising Yeondu and Taesik lashed them with whips.
“Enough! Erin—no, Sow Toilet. Inside.”
Erin, skin glistening with sweat, dragged the chains of her leg irons and crawled into the middle section of the two-tiered cage. The cage measured 110 centimeters long, 60 centimeters wide, and 70 centimeters high. The iron bars opened from both sides; a small hole in the center allowed only her head to protrude.
She backed in facing forward until only her neck stuck out, body completely immobilized.
“Puhahaha! With just your head poking out you really do look like a perfect sow.”
At Yeondu’s mocking laugh, Erin lowered her gaze.
“What’s that? Did my words upset you, Erin? Why aren’t you answering? Shall I leave you here overnight?!”
“N-no! This slave thought you were not addressing her… Ah… this slave was wrong, my Queen… Please forgive me. Th-this pen is perfectly suited for a sow toilet like me… Thank you.”
Erin begged frantically, spine crawling at the mere thought of spending a night in that cramped cage.
-Clang.
The iron door that had trapped her swung open on both sides and lowered. The tiny bells on her nipple rings chimed softly as she returned to stacking bricks.
Beside the concrete structure studded with six mini-cages, an even more sinister underground prison had been completed.
It’s underground… I’m scared…
Erin averted her eyes from the pit, cold sweat pouring down her body as she forced herself to concentrate on her work.
The prison Yeondu had designed was a cement-lined hole in the ground. A drain sat in the center of the floor. Like the mini-cages, the bars had a neck hole in the middle.
Yeondu, who had been glaring at the anxious Erin, suddenly called out.
“Sow Cum!”
“Y-yes, my Queen.”
“Wouldn’t you like to try the pit?”
“N-no, my Queen, please show mercy—”
Jera scrambled forward, flattening herself at Yeondu’s feet and licking her slippers with desperate devotion. Tears of supplication streamed from her eyes.
“Stop groveling and get in, Cum! Hehehehe.”
“My Queen… ugh… please, mercy…”
At Yeondu’s gesture, Muneo opened the iron grate. He kicked Jera’s head and bellowed at her to enter. Grimacing, Jera hurried into the underground cell.
“Haa…”
The moment her bare buttocks touched the cold cement she moaned from the chill. When she lifted her head, the half-bars closed over her like the mini-cages, aligning the neck hole so only her head protruded. The grate locked into place.
While Yeondu considered how else to torment her, she called Wangdu from the living room.
“Cum looks hot. Cool her down with a nice piss.”
At the order Wangdu stepped in front of Jera’s protruding head and unzipped his fly.
-Ssssshhhhhh!
His yellow urine struck Jera’s pretty forehead and cascaded down her face. Shame made her shoulders tremble.
“Feel better, Cum?”
“Agh… y-yes, my Queen… ugh… ugh…”
Yeondu knew how much Jera despised Wangdu. Using him instead of Taesik or Neobchi inflicted even deeper humiliation.
The midday sun blazed overhead. Yeondu finally called for a break and released Jera. The three women scraped together the last of their strength, crawled to the backyard to wash, then descended underground for lunch.
The meal was pitiful—plain rice with a thin, mixed stew—but they licked every plate spotless, not wasting a single grain.
Free time was granted. The exhausted trio collapsed on a straw mat and fell instantly asleep.
“Sows! Wake up!”
After a single hour of precious rest they jolted awake at Wangdu’s shout and crawled back to the living room.
Yeondu sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. The three women prostrated themselves before her, foreheads pressed to the floor. Their backs and buttocks quivered with dread at what fresh abuse the afternoon would bring.
“Heads up!”
They raised their upper bodies.
“Hey! Toilet!”
“Yes, my Queen.”
“Where’s the bell?!”
Yeondu’s rage flared at the missing bell that should have hung from the ring piercing Erin’s left nipple.
“Ah… this slave does not know… I am sorry, my Queen. I will search at once.”
“You stupid bitch, can’t you even keep your mind straight? You dare lose something I gave you?!”
“Ugh… ugh… this slave has committed a crime deserving death. Please forgive me, my Queen.”
“Find it in five minutes, you dog bitch. If you fail, you die.”
Erin’s breasts bounced heavily as she scrambled away in panic. She searched every underground cell from one to five. She scoured the yard, bent low, but hunting for a tiny bell in the grass felt hopeless. Soon she despaired.
“Get back here! You’re dead.”
At Yeondu’s roar, Erin knelt before her with a face drained of all color.
“How can you not notice a bell falling off your nipple?! Shall I hang something heavier instead?”
“I am sorry, my Queen… ugh… ugh…”
“This is all because Toilet’s nipples are too fat. Wangdu, tell Dr. Cho to come this evening.”
At the command Wangdu dialed Dr. Cho.
As the sun sank, Dr. Cho arrived at the mountain villa. Yeondu asked him to add more piercings to Erin’s nipples.
“Haaah!”
He pulled the existing ring, stretching the nipple flesh, and drove another hole through it. The left side finished, he repeated the procedure on the right. Large needles pierced both sides cleanly.
“Ms. Erin, your nipples really are quite large,” Dr. Cho remarked, toying with their size as he inserted straight barbell stud piercings between areola and nipple.
Erin would now have to live with two piercings on each nipple: the original ring and the new dumbbell-style stud behind it.