Three Women in Crisis (5)
The mountain villa had once been a beautiful, peaceful paradise that the three women had sworn to devote their entire lives to. They had loved the community more than anyone, pouring their whole hearts into it again and again. But the old dog kennel behind the community was no paradise. It had become a den of malice boiling with sadistic cruelty.
Every moment of their daily lives was filmed and recorded. Yeondu tossed a rubber ball across the wide concrete floor of the warehouse prison.
Saem-mul crawled after the ball as it rolled into the corner, picking it up with her mouth before crawling back to Yeondu. The other two women lay prostrate in a dogeza position, their asses and backs covered in thick layers of semen from Neobchi and Muneo.
Saem-mul held the ball between her teeth and looked up at Yeondu in a pathetic bitch posture.
Yeondu clutched her stomach and burst into loud laughter. The sight of her genuinely enjoying herself and laughing so heartily made Saem-mul’s eyes grow moist like a herbivore with its throat caught in a snare.
The eldest sister, who had once been their leader, was now desperately trying to appear as submissive as possible, mimicking a bitch in heat before Yeondu.
Thwack!
Thwaaack!
Even when Yeondu struck her sensitive inner thigh, Saem-mul begged to be hit harder, howling desperately. It was far more likely to end the beating if she begged to be struck than if she pleaded for mercy.
After crawling around like a dog with the ball in her mouth for several minutes, Saem-mul crawled toward the old shower area. The ball game had simply been a way to earn permission to urinate. Even her piss and shit were now under Yeondu’s total control.
She lifted one leg pathetically, looked up at Yeondu, and let her urine flow. Yeondu spat in her face, calling it disgusting. Saem-mul forced a smile and continued her miserable act of excretion.
After playing with Saem-mul for a while, Yeondu and her bodyguards finally left. A silence so deep that even breathing sounded loud fell over the prison. Inside the windowless two-pyeong cell, the three women stared blankly at the gray concrete wall beyond the bars.
“Haaah…”
With a hollow expression, Saem-mul stared into empty space and began rubbing her pussy. She let out a low moan, slipped her fingers inside her cunt, and fell into thought.
She had shouted over and over that she would walk the path of atonement. She tried to think carefully about what she had done wrong. Nothing came to mind except the fact that she had trusted and followed Sang-gu. She felt pathetic and cursed.
She had lived her life acting so smart, yet here she was, fallen into a miserable state she could barely endure. A bitter laugh escaped her as she kept pushing her hand deeper into her pussy. Dozens of wedges of shame and humiliation were driven into her heart; there was no going back to who she used to be.
She had even cut ties with her parents and bet her entire short life on this place. The thought of escape no longer even occurred to her. Still—more than ever—she felt pathetic for being unable to defy Sang-gu and Yeondu.
Saem-mul saw no way out. She was slowly beginning to believe that, since things had come to this, she had no choice but to deepen her submission even further.
A black foreign car stopped in front of the warehouse. A tall, rail-thin middle-aged man carrying a medical bag stepped out.
“Haaaa…… This is madness. Pure madness…”
Dr. Cho shook his head, grabbed the door handle, and pulled it open. Three naked women came into view, each wearing a dog collar whose leash was hooked tightly to a ring high on the left wall, forcing their necks to stretch slightly upward. Their wrists were bound tightly together behind their backs with cotton rope. Their eyes were already moist with tears, as if they knew exactly what was about to happen to them.
Yeondu greeted him warmly and linked her arm with his.
Dr. Cho answered with a fake laugh.
This little bitch has ended up devouring the entire village…
He stared quietly at Yeondu, whose madness seemed to have no limits. Then he turned his gaze to the three women. Without wasting time, he roughly disinfected their noses and pussies.
“Haa… haaaah…”
Even while struggling to breathe with her neck pulled taut, Saem-mul let out a sweet moan and her nipples stiffened into hard peaks.
Saem-mul forced herself to look down despite the choking pain. Her neck was pulled so tightly she nearly passed out for a moment.
That huge needle is going to pierce my clit… Please… Teacher Sang-gu, please…
Seeing the massive sterilized needle in Dr. Cho’s gloved hand, Saem-mul turned deathly pale with terror.
Thwaaaack!
Yeondu’s switch lashed mercilessly into the center of Eun-gyeong’s belly. The three women who had fallen to the status of milk cow slaves kept bowing their heads to Dr. Cho.
The doctor paid them no attention. He immediately clamped Saem-mul’s clitoris with forceps and drove the needle through it in one swift motion.
A hoarse, scraping moan burst from her throat. The pain of the needle passing through was agonizing, but the way the forceps crushed the flesh around her clitoris was enough to make her sob.
Dr. Cho stared intently at Saem-mul’s pussy as he attached silver rings to her outer and inner labia as well. A loud whoosh of liquid hit the floor.
Yeong-ju, hanging at the very end, had wet herself while watching in terror.
Her thighs were soaked, yet the urine still dripped onto the floor.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Yeondu’s switch rained down on the soft, sensitive flesh of Yeong-ju’s breasts.
At Yeondu’s signal, Muneo loosened the leash attached high above Yeong-ju’s neck.
Yeong-ju clutched her throat, coughing dryly as she collapsed to the floor.
She pressed her forehead to the urine-soaked floor and thrust her ass high into the air. The switch rained down relentlessly on her already reddened buttocks. Bruises bloomed beneath fresh welts. After only a few strokes her posture collapsed again. She licked Yeondu’s shoes, begging for mercy.
Yeondu swung the switch wildly, screaming. Yeong-ju wailed, her face twisted in misery. Trembling, she barely managed to raise her ass again.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwaaack…
Yeong-ju’s posture broke once more and she rolled naked across the floor. Yeondu grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the shower area, where she was violently hosed down—pussy and legs still covered in urine.
Dr. Cho paid no attention. He finished Saem-mul’s piercings, then quickly drove a needle through Eun-gyeong’s clitoris and attached a ring. Beside the thrashing Eun-gyeong, Yeong-ju’s soaked neck was pulled taut again.
Yeong-ju answered with difficulty, her voice choked by the tight leash. The woman who feared this the most let out the smallest scream as the needle pierced her clitoris. She had been terrified of needles since childhood. Afraid of Yeondu’s abuse, she tried to hold back even her screams as much as possible.
Realizing her clitoris and labia had all been pierced, Yeong-ju shed hot tears and trembled violently.
Dr. Cho used the forceps to pry open Yeong-ju’s nasal septum. When he pressed down hard, a pain like being punched in the nose flooded her along with a numb tingling.
At Yeondu’s shout, the three women placed their hands behind their heads, straightened their bodies, and thrust out their breasts and pussies. The cow rings in their noses and the rings piercing their inner and outer labia were clearly visible at a glance. The thin ring through each clitoris stood out most of all.
Dr. Cho inspected their noses and pussies one last time, picked up his bag, and turned to leave.
Yeondu grabbed him as he tried to hurry away.
Yeondu ran her eyes playfully over the three sobbing, freshly pierced naked women.
As Dr. Cho left, the three women shouted loud goodbyes to his retreating back.
Crazy bitch…
Dr. Cho no longer wanted to be entangled with Yeondu or the community. He had only gotten involved because Taesik had introduced him and because he himself was a sadist. Taesik’s world and Dr. Cho’s world were fundamentally different. The doctor already had two young, beautiful sex slaves and was a respected local dignitary. The reason he had always spoken politely to Yeondu was simply because he rarely used casual speech with anyone. It wasn’t because he had been corrupted by some dark energy. He had only shared slaves with Taesik a few times; he had never wanted to get close.
I need to get out of here…
It was easy to board the same boat as villains, but getting off seemed nearly impossible.
Clang.
Dong-in tossed small plastic bottles one by one through the bars of the prison. They were empty water bottles with wide openings. Saem-mul pressed the mouth of one bottle to her left nipple with practiced ease. With her other hand she squeezed her breast from base to areola, milking out her breast milk.
Glug glug glug…
Once the left breast filled half the bottle, she switched to the right and finished it. If milking was late, Dong-in would whip them with his switch. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju also squeezed their breasts, filling the bottles with milk.
Dong-in stuck his cock through the bars and called for Saem-mul. Still milking her right breast, she took his dick into her mouth and began sucking.
Even while creating the danger himself, Dong-in absurdly blamed Saem-mul. He had changed a great deal since the beginning. It was comical how he pressed himself right up against the bars, only his cock sticking through.
After enjoying the inside of Saem-mul’s mouth enough, he pulled out with a wet pop and shoved his cock through the bars of the neighboring cell where Eun-gyeong was locked. Eun-gyeong licked and sucked it noisily. Her milk bottle was already full and sloshing. Among the three, she had the fastest and most abundant milking speed.
“Slurp… Mmm… Haaah…”
After receiving Eun-gyeong’s oral service, he moved his cock to Yeong-ju’s cell. She had already finished milking; the cap was screwed tightly on her bottle. Even though he had the key to open the cell door, Dong-in pressed his face against the bars until it distorted and shoved his cock through. As if deliberately showing off his twisted desire, he stayed glued to the bars, refusing to pull away. This perverted method excited him even more. His hips began to buck against the bars, thrusting forward as if trying to break through them.
“Aaaah… haa… haa…”
Splat…
Thick white semen splattered across Yeong-ju’s face. She stuck out her tongue and carefully licked his cock clean. His cum slowly dripped down her face and onto her nipples.
Dong-in grinned like a pervert and hurriedly zipped up his pants.
The three women who had fallen into milk cow slavery vowed absolute obedience every day with hearts full of atonement. But whenever Dong-in acted in such ridiculous ways, a wave of humiliation and misery would wash over them. At those times, they would tug on the rings piercing their clitorises and soothe their aching hearts by shoving thick dildos deep into their pussies. Sometimes they would suck on their own milk-beaded nipples and caress themselves. Inside the empty warehouse and prison, the only tools available were food bowls and dildos. There wasn’t much they could do. In the end, even while being treated like worthless livestock, their pussies grew wet.
“As I mentioned before, today’s words are difficult to say out loud.”
In the auditorium where all the residents of the community had gathered, Sang-gu spoke with a heavy, solemn expression.
“We have captured the traitors who cursed us, insulted us, and tried to shake our foundations.”
A curtain descended at the front of the auditorium and the lights dimmed. A beam projector cast video onto the curtain.
The familiar women appeared completely naked, lost in masturbation.
The residents buzzed with shock but could not tear their eyes from the screen. Lewd video played, filled with the moans of the three women reaching climax.
The masturbation footage ended, replaced by scenes of the women in orgies with multiple men.
Jinyoung’s girlfriend, Jeong-min, shook him while screaming. Madam Jeong pinched Mr. Kim’s arm, muttering, “This man has really gone insane. Aigoo!”
In the orgy scenes, the men’s faces were mosaicked. But Jeong-min and Madam Jeong recognized their own bodies immediately. The video contained only the most active masturbation and perverted, obscene acts performed by the three fallen milk cow slaves. There were even clips that appeared to show the women naked and criticizing Sang-gu. All of it had been cleverly edited and stitched together by Yeondu.
From beginning to end, it was nothing but shameful, filthy footage of the three women—covered in semen, masturbating with dildos. The finale was the most powerful.
The three women clung to the men, screaming and begging for semen. The men in the audience were mesmerized, completely absorbed. The women covered their faces with their palms, clearly disgusted. Residents cleared their throats and hurriedly checked one another’s flushed faces and expressions.
Sang-gu pointed at the screen and spoke calmly but powerfully.
The voices condemning the three women filled the auditorium. Bang!Sang-gu slammed his fist on the lectern, and the noisy hall fell silent at once.