Death Sentence in the Village of Crisis
Daeman's heavy voice boomed through the warehouse. "Neutria! What the hell are you doing!"
"Boss, I'm scared.... The ladder keeps shaking..."
Dong-in was balanced at the top of the A-frame ladder, drilling holes in the concrete ceiling and hammering hooks into place.
"You idiot! If you do it like that it'll pull right out. Secure it properly and screw it in at all four points!"
"Yes, sir... but it's a little scary..."
"How do you expect to make a living if you're this pathetic? If you want to go out and feed your wife and kids, you damn well better do at least this much with your eyes closed. What a spineless little shit!"
This bastard who does nothing but beat people and make threats is talking about a wife and kids? Damn thug scum!
Dong-in cursed inwardly as he forced himself to continue the grueling task.
Even with two burly men steadying the ladder from both sides, Dong-in's legs trembled so violently that his work crawled at a snail's pace.
"I think it's fixed solidly, boss. Should I hang it now?"
"Yeah, hang it ahead of time!"
He pulled a metal chain from the tool pouch at his waist, hooked it onto the ring, and let it dangle.
"Good work, Neutria. Come down!"
Dong-in descended one trembling step at a time, moving with extreme caution.
The spot where Dong-in and Daeman stood was a warehouse that had once housed several large dogs. People usually kept them once they started raising them, but every one had been given away, leaving only dust in the empty space.
The roughly thirty-square-meter warehouse was built in an old red-brick style and contained four kennels, each about six square meters. The cement-finished ceiling and exposed concrete-block walls made the dog runs feel raw and brutal. Hooks Dong-in had installed dotted the corridor and kennel walls at irregular intervals. The red-painted iron door somehow looked even more menacing. The warehouse interior had been hosed down until it was spotless; the dogs had once spent cold winter nights here.
"Boss, if we just lay flooring straight on the concrete, moisture will rise like crazy... Shouldn't we put down a couple of thick styrofoam sheets first?"
"Neutria, you've got a soft heart, don't you? Hahaha. Buy it with your own money! If these milk cows behave themselves, they won't be staying here long!"
Where the hell is he planning to drag them off to next...?
Dong-in's imagination turned bitter.
They had thrown down some leftover old linoleum across the six-square-meter cement floor any which way.
Meanwhile, the open plaza in front of Taesik's five-story building stretched across three thousand square meters of flat ground. Descending twenty steps at the far end led to a six-thousand-square-meter athletic field. Near the field, a large awning blocked the sunlight over part of the plaza. Beneath its shade, Mr. Kim and Mr. Park—the community's construction workers—were building a three-square-meter farm shed. Wan-ju, the twenty-three-year-old college student on leave, was assisting them.
Mr. Park poked his face out from under his welding mask.
"Mr. Kim, what on earth is this thing? And why did they order five of them?"
"Beats me... The chairman gave the order himself, so we just have to work hard..."
Mr. Park, who had welded his whole life, finished the job with quick professional skill.
"This is really bizarre! Why do we need both iron-bar doors and solid iron doors layered together... It's not a dog house..."
Mr. Park scratched his head.
"You fool! Who puts ondol heating panels in a dog house? You want the dogs to die of heatstroke? Honestly, hahaha..."
"Yeah, true. I still can't figure out what this is for."
"You idiot, we're building it here because of the septic tank pipes. Already forgotten?"
Mr. Park nodded.
"Definitely not for animals... Not a shared bathroom, just one toilet... Maybe a reading space..."
"What a frustrating guy you are! If it was for reading they'd build it on the mountain trail. Why put it in the middle of this empty lot?"
Mr. Kim spoke as if scolding a slow student.
"Must be nice knowing so much!"
Mr. Kim and Mr. Park wiped the sweat from their faces and traded pointless banter back and forth.
"Wan-ju, you worked hard pulling that hoist chain. Full of energy at your age, huh? Haha!"
"It's nothing, sir. I'm learning real skills from you two and having fun. It's going up so fast, hehe."
Carrying panels back and forth and basking in the older men's praise, Wan-ju smiled brightly.
"Learn from us and you'll never have to worry about making a living! Hahaha."
Saem-mul thought she had been trapped in a miserable nightmare. The moment she opened her eyes, the fleeting illusion shattered. She was still locked inside the meditation room, completely naked. The door was locked from the outside; she couldn't leave. Even if it opened, the thought of running home without a stitch of clothing made her sigh before she could stop herself.
"Saem-mul unnie... hic... are you okay?"
Eun-gyeong came over and took her hand. She had climaxed three times and passed out as if she'd fainted.
"What are we going to do, Eun-gyeong... Yeong-ju, are you all right?"
Yeong-ju sat with her knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her shins, curled into a tight ball. She simply shed quiet tears and gave a small nod.
"Haah... Let's beg for forgiveness one more time. Eun-gyeong... Yeong-ju..."
"I miss the chairman so much.... He's being so cruel to us. How can he treat us like this... hic..."
They had briefly regained their senses and spoken, but the room soon dissolved into a flood of sobbing and tears.
"Kyaaaak!"
The moment the door flew open, the women covered themselves and shrank against the walls.
"Awww, it reeks of your little brothers' cum in here! I only get laid once a week and it's hard enough, hahaha!"
Daeman sneered as he strode in with his subordinates. Without bothering to remove his shoes, he seized Saem-mul by the hair.
"T-teacher, I want to see the chairman! I want to look at his face again..."
"Sure, I'll let you meet him! You pathetic bitch who can't even measure up to a milk-leaking cow!"
The women instantly teared up at Daeman's tone—no longer polite, now showing his true vulgar self.
"You're going to meet the chairman smelling like cum with that naked body? Come with me!"
He dragged Saem-mul by the hair toward the communal bathroom. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju were hauled along naked, flailing. Their bare feet scraped across the men's bathroom floor. Whenever they tried to stand and cover themselves, a light slap sent them tumbling again.
"Aaaack! Teacher, please—it hurts..."
"I barely touched you and you're already crying that it hurts? What useless milk cows you are!"
High-pressure cold water from the hose mercilessly blasted Saem-mul's ass as she crawled across the floor. Daeman seemed to enjoy it; he kept spraying powerful jets at the three women until his own suit was soaked. The two burly subordinates sprayed body wash over the naked, rolling women. Foam rose everywhere as their rough hands roamed across every inch of the three bodies, working up thick lather.
"Now it smells a little nicer. Earlier it was pretty rank!"
Daeman laughed wickedly as he watched the women receive their livestock-style foam shower from his men.
He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag.
"Haaum... hic..."
When the big man rubbed foam into Saem-mul's crotch, an uncontrollable moan burst from her lips.
"Panting already! If your pussy's twitching like that when you meet the chairman, won't it be embarrassing? Kruhuuu."
Daeman kept sneering through the smoke.
The women swallowed their tears and tried to twist away from the men's hands, but it was hopeless. The subordinates roughly rubbed their crotches and shoved their tongues into the women's ears. They grabbed the still-pigmented breasts that had only recently finished nursing, licking and sucking hard. Despite wanting to die, the slaves' hips twitched involuntarily and rough moans kept escaping.
Shwaaaaaaaa.
The powerful spray from the nozzle shattered the foam. Without being allowed to dry, the three women were seized by the hair and hurled back into the meditation room.
"Kneel!"
The moment Daeman's grinning face turned terrifying and he roared the order, fearful silence swallowed the room.
The three knelt, covering their breasts, waiting in nervous tension until the door opened again.
"C-chairman, we were wrong! Please forgive us!"
As soon as Sang-gu entered with an expressionless face, Saem-mul cried out loudly.
Yeondu stood beside him with her arm linked through his, still wearing her shoes.
"Aaaa..."
The sight of Yeondu's sharp, cruel eyes made Saem-mul groan in despair.
"Chairman, we've reflected deeply. We won't ask for things to go back to how they were. Please... at least let us return home... hic..."
Saem-mul's voice broke into open sobbing. The other two immediately joined her, weeping and pleading.
"Shut your mouths!"
Sang-gu only spat out one short, heavy command.
Unable to beg anymore, they gazed at him with desperate, clinging eyes.
Bending low and hesitating, Dong-in entered the meditation room.
"Chairman, I've brought them..."
"Put them on the traitors!"
Hiding his pity, Dong-in approached the three women.
They trembled violently at the shame of showing their naked bodies to him and hung their heads.
The instant Dong-in took Saem-mul's hand, a piercing scream tore free.
"Kyaaaak! C-chairman, please!"
Slap!
"Ugh... aa..."
Daeman slapped Saem-mul's cheek with brutal force.
"Hit her again."
At Sang-gu's calm order, a palm cracked across her other cheek, drawing another scream.
"Saem-mul, are you ignoring my orders?"
"No, Chairman, no... please..."
Saem-mul stroked her burning cheeks and begged through tears.
"If you keep failing to focus on my commands, the pain will only get worse."
"Hic..."
At Daeman's chin jerk, Dong-in resumed his paused task.
He started with leather cuffs, then fastened a dog collar around each neck and clicked miniature padlocks shut. When he grabbed their kneeling ankles to fit the ankle cuffs, the slaves recoiled in horror, but only earned more slaps for their resistance.
The three pressed their legs together as tightly as they could, desperately trying to hide their pussies. Dong-in finished locking the remaining ankles.
When Saem-mul collapsed without further resistance, Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju shed tears of utter resignation.
Clatter.
Three small plastic washbasins without handles and three towels tumbled across the floor.
"Pick them up, one each, milk cows!"
At Yeondu's humiliating command the three women trembled and hesitated.
Under the men's piercing, terrifying stares they hurriedly snatched up the basins and towels.
"I told you during instruction time. I would only give you the bare minimum support. This is the first and last time."
The three women, clutching the basins and towels to their chests, lowered their heads in terror.
"Aren't you going to thank me? Milk cows!"
Daeman bellowed.
"Th-thank you, Chairman..."
The women answered in frantic, stumbling voices.
"This is the last mercy I will show you. From now on, live in this place with reflection and humility."
"Answer faster!"
Daeman shook Saem-mul's hair and shouted directly into her ear.
"Haaah... I understand, Chairman..."
"You'll eat and drink from those basins. Hehehe. If you need to piss or shit at night, you'll have to use them too, got it? Hehehe."
Yeondu's coquettish voice dripped with mockery as she humiliated the three women.
"If you forget, you'll lick it off the floor with your tongue. Hehehe."
Determined to wring out the last drop of their tears, Yeondu continued her chilling insults.
She stepped right in front of Saem-mul, grabbed a milk-beaded nipple, and yanked it viciously.
"Hic... d-don't, please stop..."
Saem-mul grabbed Yeondu's hand with both of hers and desperately tried to pull it away.
The burly men moved quickly, yanking Saem-mul's arms behind her back and binding them.
"Kyaaak... Aaaa please stop, huup!"
Yeondu refused to release the nipple and twisted it even harder.
"You did wrong, didn't you?"
"Aaaa I-I'm sorry! I'll apologize, Lady Yeondu! Please!! My nipple hurts so much!"
When Yeondu finally let go, Saem-mul breathed raggedly and dropped her head to the floor.
From behind, Dong-in had a perfect view of her plump ass and exposed pussy.
Yeondu licked Saem-mul's milk from her fingers.
"Hmph! What a pathetic taste. Even a dog wouldn't eat this!"
Soon Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju were also bound from behind and cruelly pinched by Yeondu.
"Aaaa we're sorry... please... forgive us..."
Neither Yeong-ju nor Eun-gyeong had done anything to Yeondu that required forgiveness. Begging her was simply their only path to Sang-gu's mercy.
"Tsk. All three milk cows are pathetic. The milk tastes fishy and disgusting..."
"As expected, Madam has a refined palate. Hahaha."
Daeman vilely played along with Yeondu's words.
"From now on, call Yeondu here 'Queen' and call Daeman 'Master.'"
Another death sentence fell from Sang-gu's mouth just as they had dared to hope for mercy.
"Obey their every word without question and rediscover the humility you once had. Live in atonement."
The three women stared up at Sang-gu in blank despair.
"Slow to answer again!"
Daeman's merciless slaps struck all three women in rapid succession.
"Ugh... I-I understand, Chairman..."
They answered in tiny, half-dead voices.
"Dong-in?"
"Ah! Yes, Madam."
"Connect the chains to the ankle cuffs you brought and lock them!"
He linked a chain shorter than sixty centimeters between each pair of ankle cuffs.
Even though he tried not to look, Saem-mul's pussy filled Dong-in's vision. She screamed and squeezed her eyes shut, but her folds were already slick and wet.
All three women's pussies glistened with arousal when he glanced up. Eun-gyeong's labia were so swollen they looked painful.
"Bring out the waxing tape!"
"Don't... please... hic!"
The instant Yeondu pressed the tape to Saem-mul's groin, a razor-sharp scream tore free. In the obscene situation, another woman's hand carelessly violating her most private place made tears of humiliation gush like a broken fountain.
With her hands bound behind her, Saem-mul rubbed her thighs together and struggled, but Daeman's men quickly pinned her down.
"Turn her around!"
At Yeondu's command the burly men flipped Saem-mul over and shoved her face to the floor. Her ass lifted high, completely exposing her anus to Yeondu.
"Ugh, why is your asshole so dark and dirty!"
Yeondu stuck waxing tape around the perineum and anus as well.
"Kyaaaaak!"
Without the slightest hesitation she ripped the tape off against the direction of hair growth. When it tore free from the perineum a beastly howl burst out. Tiny specks of blood dotted the skin.
"Mr. Dong-in, apply the soothing gel!"
Yeondu handed him the skin-calming lotion and immediately pressed fresh tape onto Eun-gyeong without pause.
Dong-in spread the lotion across both palms and, with trembling hands, gently applied it to Saem-mul's irritated skin, working downward.
"Don't be nervous, Saem-mul... It'll feel better once it's on."
The comforting words slipped out before Dong-in could stop them.
Saem-mul's neck burned crimson with shame; she couldn't even open her eyes.
He softly rubbed the lotion from perineum to anus.
Under Dong-in's touch Saem-mul barely managed to hold back her moans.
As she bit her lip to silence herself, Dong-in felt not pity but raw erotic heat at the sight of her face.
The cycle of screams when the tape was ripped away and the pitiful moans when soothing lotion caressed swollen flesh continued for a long time.