The Respected Sang-gu Vanishes, Leaving Only Dae-man and Yeondu
The Sang-gu they once respected had vanished, leaving only Dae-man and Yeondu behind.
“Singing ‘Chairman, Chairman’ like that—how did it feel? To the chairman you’re nothing but criminals! Hahahahaha!”
Dae-man roared with laughter as he seized Saem-mul by the hair.
“Saem-mul said she wanted to go home, didn’t she? Let’s get moving!”
As Dae-man dragged Saem-mul roughly, his subordinates hauled Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju along as well. Dong-in hastily gathered the bath ladle and towels.
Though it was still midday, Dae-man’s gang acted as if it made no difference, dragging the naked women toward the storage shed tucked in the corner of the building’s backyard.
“Ugh… please, at least give us something to cover ourselves…”
Saem-mul’s plea was ignored outright as they were shoved toward the shed in the far corner of the backyard. The three women knew this place had once been a dog kennel. The brick building with its peeling paint and dilapidated air only deepened their terror.
“Huuu… how could anyone live in a place like this, sir… hic…”
Slap!
“Augh! Haaah!”
Dragged by the hair, Saem-mul received Dae-man’s merciless slap across her face. Bound behind her back, she could offer no defense. She could not even clasp her hands in supplication. Dae-man crushed her face against the red prison bars and spoke.
“Call me Master! Whine one more time and I’ll take the blanket from your cell too!”
He ground her forehead against the bars and hissed the threat directly into her ear.
Saem-mul’s eyelids fluttered; she made no reply.
“She still doesn’t know her place. The milk cows are getting out of hand—please discipline them properly, sir!”
Yeondu handed Dae-man a two-tailed leather whip.
Dae-man slapped Saem-mul again and bellowed at her to open her mouth. Shaking with fear, she obeyed. He rammed the whip handle between her lips and slammed her face against the corridor wall.
Dae-man fastened a chain to her collar and hooked it to a ring set high in the wall. The dog collar pulled upward, tighter than her height allowed, strangling her throat. She could only ease the pressure by rising onto her tiptoes.
Neck stretched taut, she pressed herself flush to the wall and panted.
Her defenseless ass received a merciless lash.
CRACK! “Kyaaaah… hah, p-please…”
CRACK! “Please, have mercy! Forgive me!”
CRACK! “Hiiiik!”
Saem-mul clenched her buttocks with all her strength and rose onto her toes. Dae-man laughed viciously and never slowed the whip.
“Count while you’re being beaten, milk cow! Maybe then I’ll forgive you!”
CRACK! “Haaaa… o-one…”
The tip of the whip occasionally dug into her perineum. The sting on her freshly waxed skin drew breathless screams.
“Ten! Haaah, please forgive me—I was wrong, aaah, haa, haa, ugh!”
Dae-man paused, seized her breasts, and kneaded them brutally. Thin breast milk streamed nonstop from her darkened nipples.
He paid no attention to Saem-mul’s death-like pleas for mercy after dozens of strokes.
CRACK! “Haaack, forgive me, please!”
CRACK! “Hiiik—eleven!”
One stroke at a time, he lashed her ass, stroked the burning flesh, then squeezed her breasts. Any words besides the count earned shouts and more merciless lashes.
Consumed by fear and shame, Saem-mul kept her pleading eyes fixed forward and recited only the numbers.
“Twenty-one… haaa… ugh… huu… huuu…”
Bound identically with necks stretched, Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju could not even make a sound; they merely trembled in terror.
CRACK! “Twenty-nine—haaack, please forgive me!”
CRACK! “Thirty! Aaaaaaaah, huuuuuuuu!”
Whip marks stood out vividly all the way down her thighs.
“Forty! Let’s finish it! You’ll answer properly to the end, won’t you? Understood?”
Dae-man finally offered an end to the uncertain torment. Saem-mul answered in a loud voice.
“Haaack… yes… thank you… sir… huu…”
“I told you to call me Master!! Ten more strokes!”
CRACK! “Kyaaaack—huuu, huuu—Master! Master! I was wrong, please—uaaaaack!”
A single wrong title had added ten more lashes in the middle of her breathless agony.
CRACK! “Forty-one… kyaaa… no, Master, n-no, please…”
Dae-man paused again and placed his hand on Saem-mul’s waxed, swollen crotch. Having clenched her ass so hard, her body convulsed and shook. His fingers rubbed her pussy roughly, then pushed inside.
“Ugh—hiiiik!”
Saem-mul let out a blood-curdling scream. The hand still gripping the whip prodded her breasts while the fingers in her pussy never stopped their cruel play.
“Huum… huuuuu…”
Forgetting any words of refusal, she pathetically twisted her legs and moaned.
Dae-man thrust his tongue into her ear and whispered sweetly.
“Only nine left, right? Just count the numbers out loud, you filthy milk cow!”
“Haaack… yes, Master… yes…”
CRACK! “Forty-seven… aaaaa…”
“Fifty… aah, huu, uuuu…”
Saem-mul sobbed uncontrollably, shouting “fifty” over and over. She wailed that she didn’t want any more, that she had endured exactly the fifty strokes he had ordered.
When Dae-man shoved his fingers into her mouth, she resignedly curled her tongue around them and sucked hard. Her tongue moved on its own.
“Hehehe. The rest of the milk cows need punishment too, right? Count out loud! Understand?”
“Haa… please… I-I understand, M-Master…”
CRACK! “Haaaa! Forty! Haa, haa, haaa!”
Eun-gyeong, who had watched Saem-mul’s whipping in horror, trembled and barely managed to reach forty.
CRACKKK! “Kyaaaaaaaack—forty—huup, aaaaa!”
Yeong-ju also wailed as she endured the lashes by the skin of her teeth.
Sweat beaded on Dae-man’s forehead and dripped down.
“Whew, whew. Must be because I’m older and don’t exercise. Sweating this much from so little—hahaha!”
He wiped his brow and laughed loudly.
“From now on, if you disobey orders or do anything that displeases me, you’ll be whipped exactly like this every time! Got it?”
Dae-man cracked the whip against the floor.
“Yes… Master… huu…”
“Ugh… I’ll obey… huu…”
“Y-yes, Master… I’ll listen well…”
The three women shouted desperately, begging for mercy. Being tied and beaten crushed the human spirit.
“Neutria, put some ointment on them!”
Dong-in ran to the guardroom and returned with the salve.
The asses of the three women—still standing helplessly with necks stretched—were pitifully swollen.
“Haaaa… huuu…”
Dong-in’s ointment-smeared hands stroked the bright-red, bloated flesh. Every touch of his lewd fingertips made their buttocks twitch.
With an almost pitying look, he spread the salve evenly down their thighs as well.
Dong-in retreated toward the entrance once more.
“From now on, conversation between you milk cows is strictly forbidden! Talk and you’ll each get fifty lashes—hehehe.”
Yeondu squeezed Saem-mul’s breasts as she spoke, then took Dae-man’s arm and led him outside.
“Let’s go eat dinner! Dong-in, guard them well until we return. If they speak to each other, report it to me immediately. Understood?”
“Ah! Yes! Madam, enjoy your meal…”
Dong-in bowed deeply.
The three women were left exactly as they were—naked, necks slightly pulled upward, completely abandoned.
There was nothing they could do about the whip’s pain, the shame, their thirst, their hunger, or their bodily needs.
Dong-in wrestled with himself.
‘What if they talk… Should I pretend I didn’t hear… or should I report them… Ha, if I report them those people won’t let me off easily…’
“You heard her! Talk and it’ll be exactly like that, so watch yourselves!”
Dong-in struck first. Though they had once been close, he had no desire to agonize over conflicting loyalties.
Only the sound of stifled sobs filled the shed. Even Saem-mul, who had always talked the most, could not open her mouth; she simply wept bitterly.
Clinging to his meager scrap of power, Dong-in stood guard over the three naked women. Cigarette dangling from his lips, he scrolled through his phone while enjoying the bonus sight of their humiliated, panting bodies.
‘Even the chairman has thrown them into this abyss… I have to harden my heart too…’
Since things had reached this point, Dong-in resolved to become stricter and more frightening. The fear that any sympathy might endanger him grew stronger.
His eyes changed.
Standing behind Saem-mul, Dong-in grabbed both her breasts and kneaded them roughly.
“Huu… o-oppa, why are you doing this too… huuu…”
She belonged to another man, yet he had always desired her. Seeing Saem-mul stripped and helpless made it impossible to leave her alone.
He rubbed his crotch against her red, swollen ass. His hands never stopped squeezing, smearing themselves with her milk. He twisted the nipple closest to the wall, took it into his mouth, and sucked. He had wanted to taste that bittersweet milk again.
Soon his hand slid down to her crotch. Baring his teeth slightly, he sucked hard on the nipple while drinking the milk that flowed.
“Huuuuk—Dong-in oppa, d-don’t… please…”
“I always knew a bitch like you would end up like this! I’m tight with big brother Dae-man! Shut your mouth!”
Hiding his own trembling, he thrust a finger into her pussy. The tight grip and warm wetness spread through his entire body.
“Huuu… aauu… I can’t breathe… o-oppa, I can’t breathe… huuu…”
Squelch, squelch.
Index, middle, and ring fingers plunged into her without pause. His mouth clamped onto her nipple, sucking hard and biting lightly.
“Haaaaack… haa…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? My hand and mouth are already soaked with your filthy juices and milk.”
“Huuung… haa… haa…”
Though she had been reduced to a slave and whipped in humiliation, the fingers digging into her pussy made Saem-mul’s cunt tremble and crumble. Her moans grew coarser; the screams that had once been born of pain gradually turned thin and high-pitched.
“Haa… huuu… haa! Haa! Dong-in o… huaang!”
Still gripping her breast, he pulled his hand from her pussy and shoved the dripping fingers into her mouth.
“Uup… huup… huuup…”
“How’s the taste of your own pussy? Sweet?”
“Huuup… tzuup… ssup… haaa… please… Dong-in oppa, we used to be close…”
When he withdrew his hand, Saem-mul spoke in a pitiful voice.
“I’m the chairman’s guard! Guard! I don’t consider myself close to traitor milk cows like you! Understand?”
Dong-in pinched her breasts painfully as he shouted.
At his domineering attitude the three women shuddered harder, their misery deepening.
Dae-man and Yeondu returned. They saw the three women stamping their feet, asses dyed bright red. When the tightened collars were loosened, the women panted and collapsed into the subordinates’ arms. Sobbing, they sank to the floor.
Dae-man and his men grabbed them by the hair and forced them upright again.
“Ugh… now please grant us forgiveness, M-Master…”
“You’re still far from earning forgiveness, milk cow!”
He dragged Saem-mul deeper into the shed. Past the four cages on the right lay a tap with a small showerhead—where large dogs were usually washed. Hands still bound behind her, Saem-mul knelt and thrust her ass out. Her swollen nipples brushed her thighs, and fresh beads of white milk formed again.
Dong-in set a stainless-steel bucket in front of the three women. It was filled with diluted enema solution.
“Let’s see whose milk-cow asshole is the most pathetic!”
“Aaaack—no, huuu…”
Dae-man smiled cruelly and shoved the enema hose into Saem-mul’s anus. His subordinates did the same to the other women. The hoses looked like long pig tails.
He filled the 250 ml syringe to the brim.
“The first milk cow to let it out gets no dinner tonight! Try to hold it!”
Yeondu laughed loudly.
Dae-man and his men simultaneously attached the syringes and pushed the lukewarm solution in. As it flooded their rectums the women frowned, asses quivering.
“Huuu… why are you making us do even this, M-Master…”
“Madam Yeondu is doing this for you bitches, so shut up and endure it!”
“Huuung…”
“Huuu…”
“Kuuuk…”
After more than twenty minutes the three women began to tremble violently, their suffering turning serious. Terrified that last place would bring not only no dinner but even greater humiliation, they watched one another and shook.
When the contest dragged on, Dae-man and his men started patting their bellies and asses.
Yeong-ju’s fart burst out; a jet of water gushed from her anus.
“Huuuuu… kuuuuk…”
Yeong-ju shook her hips in agony. Once last place was decided, streams erupted from Saem-mul’s and Eun-gyeong’s anuses as well.
“Hiiik… huuu…”
“Kuuu… huuk… huuu…”
The two women closed their eyes in shame.
The three anuses continued to gape and twitch for a long while.
“Ahem—what is this disgusting stench, you pathetic milk cows!”
Yeondu pinched her nose and shouted.
Defecating openly onto the floor, the three women became tearful and panted miserably.
Icy water from the sprayer lashed their bodies painfully. Dae-man lifted their heads, aimed the fierce stream directly at their pussies, and hosed them without mercy. Holding them by the hair, he scrubbed their anuses and pussies thoroughly.
He kept spraying until every trace of filth had disappeared down the small drain.
Slap!
Yeondu mercilessly slapped the water-soaked, shivering Yeong-ju’s cheek, then seized her hair and slapped her again violently.
“Ugh—Madam, I was wrong…”
“Stupid milk cow! Did you forget the chairman’s orders?”
Slap! “Ugh—Queen, I was wrong… t-today was too harsh… please, no more…”
Slap! “Kyaack—I’m sorry, Queen!”
“If you’re suffering, should I go easy on you? That kind of thinking is exactly why you shit on the floor like a dog!”
SLAPPPP! “Auuuuk… huu…”
As her face whipped sideways, Yeong-ju caught sight of the kneeling Eun-gyeong and Saem-mul. With an aggrieved expression, she glared at them with eyes full of resentment. From Yeong-ju’s perspective, they had abandoned their own younger sister just to save themselves.