The Synchronized Agony of the Pony Slaves
After being sentenced as horse slaves, Yeondu and Jugyeong took to mounting the backs of Eju, Jera, and Eunhae far more often. Even when simply moving from the living room sofa to the kitchen, they would summon Jera. Yeondu would clamber roughly onto her back. Jera crawled with painful effort toward the kitchen, gasping, “Haait… hnghh!” When the woman riding her squeezed her breasts and raked her nails across her nipples, Jera’s moans swelled louder and more desperate.
Jugyeong, her own mother, rode atop Eju’s back and circled the living room, tugging her hair and delivering light, playful slaps to her cheeks. Eunhae, declared to have shown insufficient enthusiasm during the morning ride, was fitted with a chastity belt that held thick dildos buried in both her pussy and ass. She was now enduring extra training in the backyard.
Eju and Jera had been given plastic knee pads, yet the protection did nothing for the burning agony in every other muscle. They were forced to haul Yeondu and Jugyeong around on their backs for what felt like an eternity.
When the fierce sunlight finally softened, the three pony slaves dragged out a four-seater carriage fitted with six handles. Long silver plugs crowned with flowing horse tails were lodged deep in their anuses—Yeondu’s command that they at least resemble proper mares.
“Hehehe, what did the meat-toilet shit do to end up this filthy?” Yeondu called out at the sight of Eunhae.
“Hnghh… this slave is sorry, Your Highness.”
Eunhae had finished her additional riding drills in the backyard and had been used as a living toilet by Sam and Yan. Their semen and juices still glistened across her face and swollen sex. Heavy bells hung from her nose ring all the way to her nipples, and the horse tail plugged into her ass swayed down between her knees.
The three women waited in dogeza position between their assigned left and right carriage handles. Yeondu stepped on Jera’s naked back to climb into her seat. Jugyeong trod on Eunhae while Taesik used Eju’s spine as a step. Once seated in the center, Taesik gathered the three chains connected to the slaves’ labia rings and locked them onto a single heavy loop, gripping it tight.
Clank—!
“Haaaaaaaah!”
The carriage lurched forward with Yeondu, Jugyeong, and Taesik aboard. Though all three masters held whips, it was usually Taesik who cracked his viciously when the three slaves pulled together.
From the very first step their gaits refused to match. Despite dozens of prior sessions, synchronizing the lift of their knees with three bodies proved brutally difficult. Jera and Eunhae tried to mirror the rhythm set by Eju in the middle, but their movements stayed clumsy and uneven. The pony slaves were whipped without mercy.
“Haah… haah… aaauuugh…”
“Haah… haaaaa…”
“Haaah…”
Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle.
The three horse slaves somehow found the strength to accelerate. To conquer the worst stretch—the short uphill slope—they needed momentum from the flat yard. Their breasts swung so violently it felt as though their nipples would rip off, yet they ran with everything they had.
“Hehehe, let’s go…!”
Crack!
At Yeondu’s delighted shout the carriage shot up the incline and raced along the level path. Eju and Eunhae’s heavy teardrop breasts swayed like pendulums as they sprinted all the way to the pavilion in a single burst. Though they still had to lift their knees in perfect unison, they cleared the difficult section far more smoothly than before. The three pony slaves could now carry all three masters to the pavilion on their own power.
The distance was barely two hundred meters, yet by the time they arrived every inch of their bodies glistened with sweat. They struggled through a tight turn at the pavilion and immediately galloped back toward the mountain villa.
“Haah… haah… haah…”
Crack! Crack! Craaaack!
On the gentle downslope Taesik bellowed warnings while mercilessly lashing the three women. Even after their painful return to the yard their labor refused to end. Despite the crushing agony and the constant pressure of the thick tail plugs stretching their anuses, the slaves’ pussies had swollen into deep crimson, glistening mounds. Each brutal tug on their labia rings sent fresh pain shooting through them, yet droplets of slick nectar still leaked out, clinging and trembling on their inner folds.
Dripping their juices onto the ground, the three women had become mindless toys, circling the yard in endless, meaningless laps.
“They’re still moving wrong!” Yeondu snarled. Furious that their steps refused to synchronize, she halted the carriage, dragged the three slaves out, and lined them up perfectly straight.
“We’re going back to basic running drills!”
At her shout Taesik linked the ankle cuffs on the same side of each woman with short, tight chains. The restrictive length meant that a single mistimed step would send all three crashing down.
“Grab the tits of the woman in front of you! Hehehe!”
Eju stood at the head. Jera behind her was ordered to clutch Eju’s breasts. Eunhae at the rear seized Jera’s. With no one ahead of her, Eju laced her fingers behind her head.
“Left foot! Right foot! Left foot! Right foot!”
Eju’s cadence set the three pony slaves into their precarious march. The metallic clink of the ankle chains and the women’s ragged breathing filled the entire yard.
Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap.
“Haaaaaaaagh!”
“Auuuugh!”
“Hiiiigh—augh!”
Yeondu’s electric baton sparked across their asses and screams tore free. Linked together in a single line, the three inevitably toppled sideways.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
Even after they fell, Yeondu’s pitiless baton continued to spit sparks across their breasts and exposed pussies.
“Get up and walk properly!”
They thrashed and screamed, struggling against the short chains until the electric shocks finally stopped. Only then could they stagger upright. Eju began the count again.
“Left foot! Right foot! Left foot! Right foot!”
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap.
“Haaaaah…”
Each time the electric whip landed, Jera crushed Eju’s breasts in her grip while Eunhae did the same to Jera’s, both enduring the pain through sheer willpower. They placed every footstep as though walking on a frozen lake. Their short, shuffling gait made even a slight increase in speed send them swaying dangerously.
Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle.
They finally reached the far end of the thousand-pyeong front yard, steps barely matching.
“Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot!”
Even the smallest U-turn proved an ordeal. Only now did the three horse slaves truly understand why fetters had always been locked onto slaves in the past.
When they finally completed the turn and stood straight once more, Yeondu approached with a mocking smile.
“Oh my, after all that falling and crying your pussies are all dripping wet? And look—your clits are standing up like little cocks!”
“Hnggggh… hmm…”
Yeondu unhooked the bell from the frontmost slave’s nose ring and hung it on Eju’s clitoral ring instead. The other two received the same treatment. The heavy bells dragged their swollen clits downward, sending icy jolts of pain through the sensitive flesh.
“How does that feel? A little better now?”
“Haaagh! Thank you, Your Highness!”
“Thank you, Your Highness!”
“Uuuuugh… thank you, Your Highness!”
The three pony slaves nodded with visible effort.
“Left foot! Right foot! Left foot! Right foot!”
Crack!
“Haaaaagh!”
“Uaaaaagh!”
“Haait—augh!”
“Faster! Walk faster!”
Taesik, who had been strolling lazily, picked up a rose whip and began lashing the women’s breasts. The heavy bells now swinging from their clits made their inner thighs quiver uncontrollably; the heightened arousal made it almost impossible to move faster. Yet even in this torment a dark, masochistic pleasure seeped from their cores, stiffening their nipples into painful peaks. Jera found herself thinking that even the repulsive Wangdu would make her cum instantly if he fucked her right now. To drown that destructive craving she squeezed Eju’s breasts even harder and forced her steps to match.
They walked and walked until they reached the absolute limit of their stamina. Only when the clitoral bells were finally moved back to their nose rings did the agonizing synchronization training end.
Another day dawned at the mountain villa, yet no salvation came with it. While they dreaded what new perversion awaited them, every morning their pussies still swelled thickly with blood. The bathroom remained the worst ordeal of the daily routine. The moment five naked women knelt before a single toilet, the humiliation began. Though they saw one another’s shameful holes every single day, the act of defecating and urinating while every ring on their bodies was clearly visible never lost its fresh sting of degradation. Now they had to endure it beneath the mockery of Yeondu’s bodyguards instead of the familiar Neobchi or Muneo. It should have become routine, yet occasionally a chilling wave of shame would surge up through their anuses and bloom into an unwanted orgasm.
“Hahahaha! You piss like a dog lifting one leg? Horny little bitch! Shameless sow cunts, kruhuhu.”
They had to beg permission to urinate from men they barely knew—some their own age, some younger—then display their pathetic state while being ridiculed. Beneath the giants’ insults Jera could only force a smile, lift her left leg, shake her ass, and shake off the last drops of urine.
One of the three bodyguards had already returned to Sang-gu. Hearing that the other two would soon follow, Erin clung to a fragile thread of hope. Once the big men left, perhaps Neobchi would come back.
“Haaa… hngh…”
“Huu… huuuu…”
“Hmm… haaaa…”
After the morning horse-slave etiquette inspection, the three women received orders to service Sam and Yan’s semen. Though they had previously been exempt, Yeondu’s mood had changed. Pleased with their performance in the pony harness, she praised Sam and Yan and warned that any sloppy service would result in severe punishment.
“We will obey the sirs with absolute devotion and serve them to the best of our ability.”
As commanded, they pressed their foreheads to the floor, asses raised high. Sam and Yan selected their partners by removing the bells from the women’s nose rings and nipples. Sam chose Jera; Yan chose Eunhae.
“Hnggggh…”
“Heee… slurrrp…”
Each slave immediately buried her face in her assigned man’s crotch, sucking the cock deep, cheeks hollow, throat working.
“Slurp… hngh… huup… chuurup…”
“Suck my asshole too, toilet bitch!”
Jingle, jingle.
Eju, not chosen, rubbed her own clit while the bells on her nipples and nose ring chimed. She grabbed Sam’s ass and pressed her face between his cheeks, tongue extended, licking from his hole across his perineum and balls with reverent care. Forgetting the sour, salty taste, she sealed her mouth to his anus and sucked with desperate devotion.
“Hey, toilet! Suck here too!” Yan barked.
Jingle, jingle.
Eju waddled awkwardly to Yan, pushed her tongue into his ass, and swirled it frantically, slurping loudly.
“Gweeegh—haa—haa—hnghh—uuk!”
Eunhae gagged repeatedly on Yan’s twenty-centimeter monster, drooling helplessly. A thick puddle of saliva had already formed on the floor between her knees.
“Haap—uup—uup—hngh!”
The cock that would have stretched her pussy to its limit hammered the back of her throat without pause.
“Looks like you’re struggling,” Yan muttered, showing a sliver of mercy. He pulled free of her mouth and slammed straight into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
“Haaaaagh!”
The thick shaft scraped her inner walls and battered her cervix. Eunhae’s moan choked off into a breathless cry.
“Haaaaa… haa… haa…”
“Hey, toilet—get your mind right, hahaha!”
Yan seized her hair, pistoned his hips, and slapped her ass mercilessly. Eju, still licking his anus, shook her head and pressed her lips tighter, tongue working furiously.
“Khm… I don’t need you anymore, old toilet. Crawl away.”
“Hngh… yes, sir.”
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Breasts bouncing, Eju crawled to Sam, who was now buried to the hilt in Jera’s throat. She grabbed his thighs and sucked his asshole with renewed vigor. Satisfied, Sam yanked Jera’s hair, pulled his cock free, and dragged her to the carriage. He forced her face down onto the seat and made her thrust her ass upward. Eju, mouth still glued to his moving anus, waddled after him in a ridiculous duck walk.
Slap! Slap!
“Shake that pussy harder, cum toilet. Faster, faster, you worthless pest!”
Sam slapped Jera’s ass with his open palm, shouting in clumsy Korean. Jera braced her hands on the carriage sofa and slammed her hips back with all her strength. Wet, obscene slapping sounds echoed through the shed.
“Augh—hngh—you’re too big, too strong—augh!”
Yan’s thick, long cock hammered Eunhae without pause. She pressed her face to the floor, drooling uncontrollably.
“Hey, khm… we’re nowhere near finished!”
“Haa—haa—haaaaagh!”
Drip… drip… drip…
At her third shattering orgasm, clear fluid streamed from Eunhae’s urethra. The crushing pressure inside her prevented any messy spray; instead it trickled out quietly like morning dew.
“Cumming already, toilet? What a cheap slut!”
Slap!
“Haaauuung—haa—haa—I’m sorry—haa—haa…”
Yan’s huge palm struck her ass again. The soft flesh rippled like waves.
“Hngh—hngh—I’m going to cum inside—hnghhh!”
“Haa—hngh—please cum inside me, sir—haaaang!”
Spluuuurt—!
Yan’s semen flooded her pussy and immediately began to overflow, dripping heavily onto the floor. Eunhae rubbed her face in her own spit-soaked puddle, lost in orgasmic bliss. Yan grabbed her hair, shoved his cock back into her mouth, and made her clean every trace of their mixed juices before pushing her aside. He stood, lit a cigarette, and exhaled.
“Hnghhhh… hnghhhhhh…”
Jera, who had already climaxed twice, stared with glassy eyes. Transparent drool spilled from the corner of her mouth as she floated in a sea of pleasure. Sam’s violent thrusts made her breasts swing wildly; the wet slapping from her bright-red ass never ceased.
“Hngh—haang—hngh—please stop now, sir—stop—hnghhhh!”
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
Sam gripped her waist as if trying to break her and fucked her like a machine. “Kruuuh—hngh—cum! On your face, cum toilet—ugh!”
“Hnghhh—yes, sir.”
Dragged around by her hair, Jera turned, closed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue beneath his cock. Sam jerked himself furiously until thick ropes of milky semen painted her face.
“Hmm… toilet… clean it properly…”
Sam seized Eju’s hair—she was still dutifully licking the folds of his anus—and pulled her forward.
“Thank you, sir—hngh.”
Eju sucked and licked his glistening cock with sincere devotion, polishing every inch until it shone.