Three Women in Crisis (4)
Wangdu grumbled to himself as he headed from the mountain villa toward its acquaintances in the community. Ah... I wanted to play with Jera a little longer...
He opened the front door of the five-story main building with visible tension, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor before straightening his clothes.
“Good day to you, Chairman!”
“Yeah.” Sang-gu sat at the luxurious desk in the spacious chairman’s office, sipping whiskey with ice from early in the day.
“Stay in the third-floor accommodations.” Sang-gu gave the order curtly, not even bothering to acknowledge the greeting, his voice laced with annoyance.
The chairman’s arrogant, dismissive tone already made Wangdu long to return to the mountain villa.
The moment he stepped out of the chairman’s office, a sharp kick to his shin sent him stumbling, dragged along by Dae-man.
“Ugh! Executive Director, I was wrong!” Wangdu addressed Dae-man as the executive director. The man had once been the head of the organization; now he served as the community’s executive director.
“The madam told me everything, you slippery bastard. You spent all your time fooling around at the villa instead of working, didn’t you!”
The third floor contained several small rooms and one large office. Inside the office stood more than ten oversized monitors. It resembled the workspace of a professional investor.
“It doesn’t have to be you, but this works out perfectly. You’re going to be extremely busy from now on, you slick little shit!”
Thud... The blow to the back of his head seemed light, yet the impact slammed Wangdu’s face into the desk with brutal force.
“Hngh! Y-yes, Executive Director...”
Wangdu threw himself into the task of installing cameras along the community’s high walls and fences. In spots where escape seemed possible, he fitted high-performance motion detectors straight out of a spy film. Security on the iron gate at the village entrance and the main doors was reinforced even further.
The changes came slowly, but the residents were beginning to sense them.
“They say everything brought in from outside will be inspected from now on!”
“We have to state our destination and exact times whenever we leave...”
“They’re making visitor logs mandatory too...”
The community’s iron gates were growing taller by the day. Sales staff and office workers who had regularly traveled outside for community business were gradually replaced by Dae-man’s own men.
Sang-gu’s voice overflowed with growing self-assurance and arrogance. The residents, far from frowning, busied themselves with enthusiastic applause. Those with weaker hearts, unaware that Sang-gu was changing, absorbed the darkness radiating from him with their entire beings and slowly transformed into his loyal, blind followers.
The lecture hall burned with fervent adoration for Sang-gu.
Min-hui, once a core executive of the community, watched the swirling vortex of madness with anxious eyes.
At some point even the television channels came under control from the third floor of the main building.
“Everyone, please join the campaign to keep your cell phones at a distance! They obstruct the Word and open the door to temptation from outside traitors.”
Surprisingly, nearly everyone participated of their own free will.
“At my age, nobody calls me anyway!”
“Holding onto one just turns people into idiots! I was planning to get rid of mine anyway!”
While others surrendered their phones, Min-hui and her two daughters hid their unease and handed over fake devices to Wangdu. The fact that they received triple the phones’ value helped ease the blow. Dae-man handed over thick wads of cash on the spot. Though it was all supposedly voluntary, once everyone else rushed to cancel their contracts and surrender their phones, the three women had no choice. Their instincts screamed that standing out would be as dangerous as a lone zebra bolting from the herd.
Beside Sang-gu’s main building, following the mountain valley, lay the residential complex where the villagers lived. The number of surveillance cameras there increased steadily.
Except for the few hours he slept, Wangdu was consumed with the work of controlling the residents. The community was transforming into a vast voluntary prison.
Public telephones appeared in every alley and in front of the main building. Naturally, every call was recorded and monitored. Listening devices and surveillance cameras were also installed in the meditation rooms, the dog kennel out back, and the newly built farm sheds in front of the structures.
“Haa… haa… hngh! T-Teacher… haaaaa!”
Bound naked with her arms twisted behind her back, face buried in a food bowl, Saem-mul moaned loudly and begged.
Because Yeondu disliked her, she had ordered Neobchi to fuck Saem-mul from behind even while the woman tried to eat. Dogs were left alone during meals, yet Saem-mul was treated worse than one. She shuddered at the degradation.
With her face sticky with semen, she plunged it into a small plastic basin and shook her hips. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed lewdly.
In their separate tiny cages, Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju stole nervous glances while eating, smearing food around their mouths and noses. Their hands were bound behind them, so they could not brace themselves and ate with painful difficulty. They could not tell whether the food was entering their mouths or their noses.
“Haaaaaaaaa!” Rice and side dishes splattered across the cage floor as Saem-mul’s breasts quivered violently and she climaxed.
Squelch… spurt, spurt… Neobchi pulled out his thick cock and milked the rest of his load into Saem-mul’s food bowl. Everything was done at Yeondu’s command.
“You really love cum, don’t you, Saem-mul? So much you want to mix it with your rice. Hehehe.”
Saem-mul panted, staring blankly at the bowl while drool dripped from her lips.
Slap! Yeondu strode over, seized her by the hair, and delivered a vicious slap that split her lip.
“Kyaaagh! Haa… haa… Yes, my Queen! I-I love cum! Please forgive me!”
Saem-mul looked up at Yeondu with a wretched face, rice grains and kimchi broth smeared around her mouth and nose.
“Lick up every last drop of semen, you insolent milk cow!”
“Hngh… Please forgive me. I was wrong. Sob… sob… I’ll eat every bit without leaving a single grain.”
Bruises blooming across her breasts, Saem-mul shook her filthy tits and fawned pathetically at Yeondu.
The three milk-cow slaves had to endure daily humiliation from the young association friends who had once been close neighbors. The treatment was rough and degrading, yet it fed the dark, overflowing lust hidden inside the slaves.
The young men who had once shown pity were completely transformed after private meetings with Sang-gu. Young-guk, who had once kissed Eun-gyeong with sympathetic eyes, now yanked her by the hair, slapped her, and kicked her ass. Jinyoung was the same. The gaze he turned on Saem-mul contained not a trace of their former friendship. He looked at her like a vicious criminal, roughly kneading her breasts and forcing his cock down her throat.
Saem-mul was brutally whipped for the “crime” of having once lifted her bowl with both hands. For that absurd reason alone she received permanent scars on her buttocks. She was forced to lie flat on the floor, limbs stretched into a tight X, and whipped across her breasts and thighs. The lashes fell mercilessly onto her defenseless nipples and clit. A ball gag silenced her screams. Yeondu clicked her heels around her, circling slowly to heighten the terror, then lashed her from stomach to thighs without pause. Saem-mul howled in a hoarse voice and drooled helplessly. She could not move, could not dodge. Red welts bloomed across her entire body. The pain finally made her piss herself on the floor.
When she was released, Saem-mul licked up every drop of her own urine, then pressed her forehead to Yeondu’s feet.
“You won’t use your hands carelessly again, will you?”
“Hngh… Yes, my Queen…”
“Show gratitude!” Yeondu kicked her in the side.
“Aaaagh! Th-thank you… Thank you for whipping me, my Queen… Please… have mercy…”
Clutching her bruised side, Saem-mul licked Yeondu’s shoe and begged for forgiveness.
“Where do you think you’re licking with that filthy tongue? Get lost!”
Thud! Yeondu kicked Saem-mul’s ass. The woman rolled across the floor, her huge milk-heavy breasts swaying, droplets of breast milk beading on her nipples.
“Haaah… I’m sorry, my Queen.”
Saem-mul frantically crawled back into her cage. Beneath her ass crack, her pussy glistened with dried white streaks of arousal.
So the miserable daily routine of the milk-cow slaves continued. The young association men visited the dog kennel behind the main building every single day. New guests appeared as well.
“Haa… Mr. Kim, please don’t look… hngh!”
Following Jinyoung, Young-guk, and Wan-ju, even Mr. Kim—the man in charge of the village landscaping and repairs—joined the line of abusers.
Of the three milk cows, Saem-mul had been especially close to Mr. Kim. She had treated him like the father she had lost, and he had always been a diligent, kind, and skillful man.
“Ah, M-Mr. Kim, please… hngh!” Saem-mul called his name desperately, body trembling.
“Hmm? You don’t like it because I’m old?!”
Reeking of alcohol, he pressed his limp cock against her face. Saem-mul looked up at Jinyoung, but his eyes were ice-cold.
“Stop acting shy and serve him properly!”
Crack! Yeondu lashed the floor with her whip. Saem-mul hurriedly swallowed Mr. Kim’s cock to the root and sucked it with desperate care. She had to nurse the soft, wrinkled thing for a long time.
“I’ve heard the rumors about you bitches! Seeing it in person, it’s even worse. Stealing men’s seed with your naked bodies like filthy thieves! Ugh!”
Mr. Kim thrust into Saem-mul from behind, slapping her ass as he continued.
“Hmph… Covered in bruises all over that naked body and still this wet, Saem-mul… You must like being beaten. Did your ex-husband slap you around like this every day? Hehehe…”
Slap! Slap!
“Haaang! It hurts, sir… haa… haa… haa…”
Saem-mul was miserably ashamed, yet she ground her ass against Mr. Kim’s crotch and moaned in pleasure. The daily life of a livestock sex slave—filled with abuse and humiliation—had paralyzed her reason.
Jinyoung watched her with open contempt from across the room. Mr. Kim’s stamina gave out quickly; he collapsed onto Saem-mul’s back. The semen he could not shoot inside trickled from her pussy in sticky strands. He gave her breast one last rough squeeze, stood up, wiped his glistening cock, and pulled up his pants.
“You’ve got a tight little cunt, Saem-mul… I’ll leave the fun to the younger men. See you next time.”
Mr. Kim staggered out of the kennel. Jinyoung, Young-guk, and Wan-ju stepped forward. Beside them stood Yeondu, whip in hand, smiling brightly.
The three milk-cow women had long since forgotten that they had once been someone’s wife and respectable members of the community. There was no one left to comfort them or listen to their troubles. They were no longer treated as human beings.
Saem-mul stared at the floor, panting, resigned to accepting everything. She wanted the humiliation to end quickly so she could crawl under her shabby blanket and frantically masturbate. The people who had once known her, whom she had considered friendly, now completely denied her humanity. Without the slightest pity they ceaselessly called her a useless sow, a milk cow.
“You looked like you were enjoying it with Mr. Kim… You must have liked him for a long time! How does it feel?”
Yeondu pushed Saem-mul’s shame even deeper, speaking in a bright, sweet voice right in front of the woman’s dazed face.
“Hngh… I-I felt a little ashamed, my Queen…”
Yeondu stepped on the back of Saem-mul’s hand where she lay prostrate and continued in the same cheerful tone.
“Your nipples are rock hard like that and you still say you feel ashamed?”
“Aaaagh… uuuugh… P-please forgive me, Madam! Please have mercy…”
Enduring the pain in her hand, Saem-mul begged with sincere desperation. The physical pain was terrible, but the humiliation and verbal abuse from Mr. Kim and Yeondu hurt far more.
Whenever the young association men felt even a flicker of pity, they recalled Sang-gu’s words and hardened their hearts. The sight of the three women’s dripping pussies quickly erased any remaining guilt. They grew accustomed to even harsher, more painful acts and accepted them in silence.
Enema fluid was injected into the three women’s asses. The volume increased until their bellies swelled tightly. Yeondu sealed their anuses with specially ordered plugs that ended in fluffy cow tails.
“You know you can only shit after you’ve milked every drop of cum from our handsome friends! Hurry up and get started!”
The three milk-cow slaves crawled forward on all fours and skillfully pulled down the men’s zippers, taking their cocks into their mouths. Saem-mul swallowed Jinyoung’s cock to the hilt and sucked with frantic devotion.
“You think I’ll come that easily? Hmph… Not a chance, you milk cows! You’ve still got a long way to go!”
Jinyoung stroked Saem-mul’s hair and spoke leisurely. Her face twisted into an ugly grimace around the thick shaft. The massive enema raged inside her guts. She deep-throated Jinyoung’s cock without pause while desperately fighting the maddening urge to defecate. Her moans grew louder and more frantic as the pressure threatened to make her explode.
“Haaum… slurp… chuup… haaaa… Please fuck me! Please give me your cum, Teacher Jinyoung! Hngh!”
With the cow-tail plug blocking her anus, Saem-mul barely held back the stormy urge to shit while begging him to cum quickly. The filthy pleasure that had bloomed in her trained asshole from repeated enemas mixed with the deathly urge, producing scream-like moans.
Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju also wailed for cum. Unfortunately, blowjobs alone could not draw out the semen. When they were fucked from behind, their asses and bellies shook violently, making the pressure inside them even worse. Wan-ju frowned, holding back his own orgasm while savoring Yeong-ju’s suffering. He gripped her hair, squeezed her breasts, and slammed his hips against her.
“KyaAAAAAAGH! Please give me your cum! I’ll do anything! Aaaagh! I’m a filthy milk cow! Ngh… I, Saem-mul, am a dirty milk cow! Haaaaagh!”
When Saem-mul screamed as if her soul were leaving her body, Jinyoung pulled out and sprayed thick ropes of semen across her face.
“Haa… haa… The semen tastes wonderful. Haaaaagh! Now please forgive me! I’ll swallow every drop without spilling any! Please! Let me shit quickly!”
After wringing out the last drop, Jinyoung moved behind Saem-mul and yanked out the anal plug. A shameful sound erupted as the contents of her bowels gushed violently onto the kennel floor. Only after Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju had also taken loads across their faces were their plugs removed. For a long time, filthy water continued to pour from beneath the three prostrate women.
Trembling from the pain of near-suffocation and the unbearable anal pleasure, the three women looked up at Yeondu.
“Thank you, my Queen!”