Taesik Returns
Taesik had returned. His face was full of smiles, as if everything had gone well. With the money he had seized from Eju, he bought a small building in town. Lawyer Ju’s help had been decisive. Jinha, whom Jugyeong had summoned, and Taesik eyed each other with guarded discomfort, but it never became a real problem. Sam and Yan, who had been occupied with the organization’s affairs, also came back to the mountain villa. The three men gathered in the rear storage shed.
“This should do it! Bring the sows out!”
When Taesik stepped into the living room, Yeondu rose from her seat, unable to hide the delight on her face.
“Can we ride them now, Oppa?”
“Yeah. Let’s take the sow bitches with us!”
Eju, Jera, and Eunhae stood waiting in the living room, miniature bells already hanging from their nipples, eyes wide with fear. The meat-toilet sows spent every day simply obeying orders. Today they trembled once more, clueless about what fresh torment awaited them. Erin and Jeyeon knelt formally on the floor, watching the three women with anxious eyes as the heavy bells dragged at their breasts.
Yeondu fastened miniature bells to the cow rings piercing the septums of Eju, Jera, and Eunhae as well.
“Move out!”
The clear ringing of bells filled the air as the three naked women crawled toward the rear shed. Jugyeong, her daughter, and Taesik followed close behind. Jinha had returned to his own house, busy with other matters.
“How about it? I built them well, didn’t I?”
“They’re solid!” Sam and Yan pointed at the finished work, boasting in their clumsy speech.
Beside the basic two-wheeled rickshaw stood two larger versions. One looked like two carriages fused together, the other like three. Everyone from Taesik to Yeondu simply called them carriages. The two larger ones rolled on four small wheels each. The basic carriage had two seats, the second model with four pulling handles had three seats, and the third with six handles had four seats. More handles meant a slightly longer frame.
“From now on you will serve as our horse slaves! We’ll spoil you every single day!” Yeondu declared, snapping her long riding whip against the floor. A single leather strand dangled from its tip, allowing it to strike farther and with greater ease.
“Thank you, my Queen,” the three women answered, faces tight with worry.
Sam and Yan buckled harness belts heavy with dangling rings around the waists of the designated horse slaves. The cold leather made Eju, Jera, and Eunhae shiver. They had believed no deeper humiliation could exist after all the abuse, degradation, and toilet service. Yet here they were, still beautiful, forced to haul their masters’ carriages with their bare bodies.
“Whoa! Shit! Look at those horse slaves… their nipples are huge! Rock hard!”
Jingle.
“Hiiik!” Sam flicked the miniature bell on Eju’s nipple.
Red ball gags were forced into the three women’s mouths. Their arms were yanked behind them and locked into armbinders.
“We need brakes too.” Yeondu produced a thin Y-shaped chain that split into two strands at the end, hooked it through the rings piercing Jera’s outer labia, ran it back through the cleft of her ass, and fastened it to her collar. The long straight chain left slack that dangled beneath her hips. Her barely healed labia were tugged downward, sending sharp throbs through her core.
“The first honor goes to my old friend, the cumdump!” Yeondu climbed onto the basic carriage.
“What are you waiting for? Get in position!”
Of the three slaves, Jera was chosen first for pony duty. Sam shoved her head down and forced her to kneel between the shafts. He chained her harness belt tightly to the two pulling handles, then ran additional chains from the armbinder to the same handles.
“Stand!” Sam barked once the connections were secure.
“Mmmph!” Jera struggled upright. The shafts lifted from the ground, pulled by the armbinder chains. With her arms locked behind her, balance was nearly impossible.
Yeondu stepped down, unhooked the labia chain from the collar, took hold of it, and returned to her seat.
Crack!
“Haup!”
“Move!”
The whip lashed across Jera’s plump ass. The carriage wheels began to turn. Jingle jingle jingle. Her breasts bounced wildly; the bells on her nipples and cow ring rang out as she scrambled from the back yard to the front. The shafts and her body moved as one, creating a slight bouncing rhythm, yet the motion was clumsy and discordant.
“Why are you pulling so badly? Do it right!”
Crack!
“Huaaap! Aheuk!” She writhed in agony and somehow quickened her pace. Barefoot, given no warning or training, there was no way she could pull smoothly. Her breasts swung faster and faster, the constant jingling echoing through the villa like frantic Morse code.
Jingle jingle jingle.
“Hang in there, Jera!”
“Hohoho. It really does look like a carriage.”
Jugyeong and Taesik came out to watch, laughing and clapping.
Yeondu complained about the ride and laid the whip mercilessly across Jera’s back and ass.
Crack!
“Huuup! Mmph!”
“Lift your legs higher and pull with real strength!”
Crack!
“Aeup! Kuuuuuuup!”
Saliva poured from around the ball gag as strangled screams escaped. Her bound arms made turning almost impossible. Under the savage whipping Jera barely managed to drag the carriage all the way to the edge of the yard.
“Whoa, whoa, stop! Stop, you brainless sow bitch!”
“Huuuup! Kyaak! Aaaah! Euuu!”
Yeondu yanked the chain attached to Jera’s labia. The woman screamed, back arching like a drawn bow, and froze. A searing pain like electric shock made her thighs and groin quiver. The miniature bells, shaken violently by the frantic labor, rang without pause, stinging her nose and throbbing in her nipples.
The carriage seat was enclosed in black fabric on all sides, but the side and rear curtains had been rolled up, leaving only the roof. Enjoying the open air, Yeondu sat cracking her whip against the ground and hurled abuse.
“You can’t even pull one carriage properly! When I say stop, you stop immediately. If you don’t obey, I’ll hang a chain from your clitoris!”
“Aaup… phup… sorry… mmph…”
From the ball gag came desperate, muffled pleas for mercy and obedience.
“Head for the pavilion!”
Craaaack!
The single leather strand painted fresh red lines across her back and ass. Screaming and retching, Jera forced the carriage forward. A very low hill lay ahead; beyond it stretched flat ground, yet her legs shook violently.
“Hurry up and climb!”
Crack! Crack!
“Haup! Huuuup!”
Drooling, Jera wailed. She twisted her legs against the pain, trying to drag the carriage one step at a time, but it refused to move.
“Useless sow horse bitch! I’ll train you until your tears run dry! Hey, shit! Get over here and push!”
Eju and Eunhae, who had been following in abject submission, hurried forward, bells jingling, and threw themselves against the back of the carriage.
“Huuup!”
“Haup!”
The mother and daughter, arms still bound behind them, pressed their breasts to the carriage and pushed. It crested the low rise and rolled onto the flat path.
Jingle jingle jingle.
“Lift those legs higher!”
Under Yeondu’s whip Jera raised her knees high and pressed on. The degrading feeling of being a carriage horse, the treatment worse than an animal, and the constant sting of the lash blurred her vision with tears. Streaks ran through the carelessly applied sunscreen on her face. Behind the carriage Eju and Eunhae followed, their large breasts swaying heavily. Sam and Yan trailed at a leisurely pace.
After many struggles the carriage finally reached the pavilion. Yeondu stepped down, unfastened the genital brake chain from Jera’s labia ring, and hooked it back to her collar.
“Huum… hwaaa… haaaa…”
When Yeondu removed the saliva-soaked ball gag, Jera moaned from the pain around her mouth.
Slap!
“I’m sorry, my Queen. This worthless sow begs your forgiveness.”
Yeondu slapped her and yanked her hair; Jera immediately pleaded for mercy.
“A sow bitch lower than trash who can’t even pull a carriage with one rider! Tall, pathetic sow—ptooey!”
Yeondu spat on Jera’s face and delivered several more slaps. Sam and Yan, who had just arrived, asked her,
“Madam, what do you think? We built them well, yes?” Sam asked proudly.
“It’s decent… but does the carriage brake need to be this huge? It looks ugly!” Yeondu pointed at the long, crude lever beneath the seat that resembled a truck’s side mirror.
She continued while tugging on Jera’s clitoris ring.
“And pulling with the arms bound behind them is just jiggling without any fun! It doesn’t feel like they’re putting in real effort. From now on they pull with both hands!”
“Understood, madam! We’ll remove the binders right away!”
Sam and Yan had designed the carriages for proper pony-play entertainment, referencing classic armbinder techniques. Yeondu, however, intended to use them as genuine transportation. The sweat-drenched armbinders were taken off Jera, Eju, and Eunhae. The chains linking the shafts to their harness belts were also removed. Jera rubbed her aching forearms in pain.
“I was going to keep your arms bound behind you, but it’s too dangerous, so I’m showing mercy to you sow meat toilets! Pull properly from now on!” Yeondu ordered.
“Thank you, my Queen.”
“Thank you, my Queen.”
“Thank you, my Queen.”
The three women pressed their foreheads to the dirt in dogeza. The miniature bells on their cow rings and nipples jingled as they touched the ground.
“From today onward you will live miserably, carrying people and cargo as horse slaves every single day! Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“Yes, it brings us joy, my Queen.”
The three women had long abandoned their former selves, fully immersed in perversion. They counted the absence of rear bondage as a blessing and tried desperately to wet their pussies with arousal.
“On the way down, let the shit Eunhae pull! If you do it clumsily just because you’re small, you’ll be punished!”
“Yes, my Queen!”
Eunhae struggled to grip the handles and lift them to waist height. The V-shaped genital brake chains had already been attached to Eju and her daughter. Yeondu took hold of the chain and sat down.
Crack!
“Hiiik!”
The whip across Eunhae’s ass signaled departure; the wheels began to roll.
Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.
Breasts and cow-ring bells shook as she leaned forward and pulled with all her strength. Soon they reached the low downhill they had earlier climbed.
“Whoa, whoa!”
“Hiiik!”
Yeondu yanked the labia chain and stopped the carriage. Even a gentle slope was more dangerous going down than up. She tested the brake lever.
Crack!
“Run, you shit horse!”
Crack!
“Huuuuk! I’m sorry, my Queen! It—it won’t move. I was wrong, please forgive me!”
While enduring the terror of the downhill and brutal lashes across her back and ass, she pulled with everything she had, yet the carriage barely budged.
“Oh my, uncles, the brake works perfectly! Excellent work!”
“See? Hahaha, I knew you’d be satisfied!”
Sam laughed in reply.
Yeondu gently eased and pulled the brake as they descended the slope. If the carriage rolled forward too fast it would stop dead and possibly flip; in some ways Yeondu herself was in greater danger. Eunhae, terrified by the pushing force from behind, gripped the front of the shafts and angled her naked body to control the carriage.
Once they rounded the short slope and entered the yard, Yeondu’s whip exploded.
Crack!
“Huuuuk! Aak!”
Craaaaack!
“Hwaaaa! Auk! Hauuk!”
She whipped Eunhae far more savagely than she had Jera.
“Lift your legs with real power! Keep your head up straight!”
“So clumsy, you worthless shit toilet! You can’t do anything right!”
Crack!
“Auuuk! I was wrong, my Queen. Please have mercy—hauuk.”
“Should I throw you straight into the dirt prison and give you a piss shower before you learn?”
Crack!
“Huuuuk! Please show mercy. Hwhauk! Aaaa! I was wrong!”
Gripping the handles until her hands ached, Eunhae pulled the carriage while the whip fell without pause. Her breasts swung violently from one side to the other as lash after lash landed. Endless red welts bloomed across her ass, waist, and pelvis. Yeondu never broke a sweat, whipping relentlessly—a born spanker.
“Whoa, whoa!”
“Kyaaaaak!”
Eunhae’s labia ring was yanked backward; the tender flesh stretched out behind her.
“Now pull while turning in place!”
Screaming, Eunhae began to draw a slow circle. She clenched her teeth and hauled the carriage in a wide arc that nearly filled the entire yard.
Crack!
“Hwaaak!”
Tears melted the sunscreen around her eyes into a filthy mess. Trembling with misery and terror, Eju and Jera knelt in seiza near the awning beside Jugyeong. Jugyeong sat beneath the parasol, slowly sipping an iced coffee. Taesik lounged beside her with crossed legs, watching Eunhae scream as she pulled the carriage.
“Kyaaaak!”
Yeondu gave the labia ring another vicious yank. A piercing scream tore free and the carriage halted. Yeondu stepped down, fastened the chain from Eunhae’s labia ring to her collar, and sat beneath the parasol. Eunhae crawled after her and knelt nearby.
Yeondu drank the cool iced coffee in one long pull.
“Hah, it’s hot! Ahum. Uncle Sam! The armbinder is so boring! Pulling with both hands is way more fun! Take good care of the horse slaves from now on.”
Yeondu crunched ice between her teeth as she spoke to Sam.
“Understood, madam!” Sam answered with a lewd grin.
Creating something and having his skill acknowledged was always satisfying.
“Cumdump and shit toilet, stand before me!”
Jera and Eunhae took submissive positions in front of Yeondu beneath the parasol. Sunscreen ran in streaks down their sweat-slick bodies. The miniature bells on their cow rings pulled heavily at their septums. Their sensitive nipples hung downward, darkened with congested blood. Their pussies glistened with arousal all the way to the thick rings piercing their labia. Aside from their similar ages, the gap between the masters relaxing under the parasol and the slaves who had pulled them was as vast as heaven and earth.
“Now the big shit meat toilet has to run too! To the carriage!”
At Yeondu’s shout, Eju scrambled from her kneeling position, hurried to the rickshaw, and lifted the handles. Having finished her iced coffee, Yeondu gestured for Taesik to take a turn. He stubbed out his cigarette, stood, and walked toward the carriage while cracking the whip against the ground.
Crack.
The thick single-strand whip in his hand was far more painful than Yeondu’s riding crop. He unhooked the chain from the trembling Eju’s labia and held it as he settled his weight onto the seat.
“Huum…” Eju groaned softly, feeling the carriage tilt under Taesik’s mass.
The moment he sat, Taesik gave the labia chain a brutal yank.
“Kyaaaaak! Aheuk! I’m sorry, Master! This slave was wrong!”
“An old meat-toilet bitch like you dares to whine over this? Move!”
Crack!
“Hwaa! Hwaaaak!”
The powerful lash coiled around Eju’s waist hard enough to make her thigh flesh quiver. The thick single strand wrapped diagonally across her ass and thighs.
Jingle jingle jingle.
Carrying more than eighty kilograms of Taesik, Eju struggled to take each step.
Crack!
“Hwaaaak!”
Craaaaack!
“Euak! Aheuk! Haa haa hwaaaaak!”
Jingle jingle.
When the whip curled around her side and lashed the underside of her breasts, sobs and screams erupted together. Eju gripped the handles she had nearly dropped, breasts swinging wildly, and continued running around the yard.