Three Women in Crisis: Falling into Milk Cows

Behind the community headquarters. The three women, locked inside the dog kennel of the warehouse prison, took out their belongings. What they had amounted to nothing more than a small plastic basin from a mini bathtub, a towel, a black dildo, and a container for the dildo.

Their minds were hazy. It still didn’t feel real that they had just shown their naked, filthy bodies to everyone. When the memory resurfaced of herself carefully reading the humiliating oath of submission and the Slave Contract, Saem-mul’s legs gave out beneath her.

Whack!

“Ughhh…”

Dong-in slapped Yeong-ju’s ass hard to hurry her along. Having heard Sang-gu’s declaration, he treated the three women even more ruthlessly than before.

Small agricultural cabins came into view directly across from the headquarters’ main entrance. Four of them had been built in a row just before the path leading down to the sports field.

When Yeondu spoke, the three women answered in loud, grateful voices. Wearing nothing but their shameful accessories and carrying the dildos and containers inside their tiny basins, they looked like sex-crazed maniacs.

No… I can’t live in a place like this… Please, no!

Standing in front of the one-pyeong agricultural cabin prison, Saem-mul let out a quiet sigh filled with torment. It was certainly cleaner than the dog kennel behind the headquarters and, in a way, almost looked comfortable. No matter how filthy and shabby that kennel had been, at least it was a place where no human footsteps ever reached. Tucked away in the farthest, most forgotten corner, there had been no reason for anyone to come there.

But this place was different. It was less than twenty meters from the headquarters’ main entrance—the second most frequented spot after the lecture hall. Saem-mul fell into despair. If anyone walked past, she would have to expose her shameful body through the iron bars for all to see.

A glass greenhouse-like structure extended from the front of the cabin’s iron bars, complete with doors. For now, everything was left wide open. Even if they closed it all, her naked body would still be completely visible through the thick glass. The toilet at the end was even more outrageous. The one-pyeong bathroom was positioned closest to the headquarters entrance. A toilet bowl sat at knee height with no door whatsoever, deliberately designed so that anyone could watch the user from a distance.

She spoke as if she had drawn up blueprints, but in reality she had simply tossed a few words at Mr. Park telling him to build it this way.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

“Why do you all sound so unenthusiastic?”

The moment Yeondu’s face turned icy, the three women dropped their basins, pressed their foreheads to the floor, and thrust their asses high into the air.

At a single cold look from her, they became frantic, lifting their hips desperately. Completely subjugated by Yeondu, they poured every ounce of strength into matching her mood with every word and every expression, even forgetting their humiliation.

Six security cameras were visible inside the glass greenhouse structure connected to the agricultural cabin prison.

The three women crawled into their respective one-pyeong cages, each bearing their names. From the right as seen from the front: Eun-gyeong, Saem-mul, then Yeong-ju. The small agricultural building next to Yeong-ju’s cage was the toilet with its exposed bowl.

The large, clearly visible nameplates hanging directly above the iron-bar doors tightened their hearts even more. They had to open the cage doors—which stood just over a meter high—take the basin in their mouths, and crawl inside.

Tears streaming down her face, Saem-mul sat in formal kneeling position.

Yeondu pointed at the X mark on the inner wall of the cage. It was positioned at roughly face height when squatting. The space felt half as narrow, but the floor was clean, and a small double-pane window covered with iron bars could be seen at the back. Through the window, the empty sports field stretched into the distance. In the corner lay a clean new blanket.

Yeondu, standing between Dae-man and Dong-in, turned and headed straight back into the headquarters. The three women remained in dogeza, foreheads pressed to the floor, until she disappeared from the entrance.

Dae-man left after yanking Dong-in’s cheek. Dong-in took care of the women’s evening meal, washing time, and toilet use. In the small space behind the toilet bowl that had a tiny showerhead attached, Saem-mul, Eun-gyeong, and Yeong-ju washed their naked bodies while bumping against one another. Even though the sun had set and it had grown dark, onlookers gathered to stare at the three women. All kinds of mockery and sneers echoed around them like a chorus.

With twisted expressions, they shouted loud enough for the three women to hear. The insect screen was lowered, the glass greenhouse doors were locked, leaving only one window open. Even after Dong-in moved to the guard station, the residents lingered for a long time.

They kept crowding in front of the agricultural cabin prison, staring intently at the women’s naked bodies and murmuring among themselves.

When Dae-man walked over, the leering old men and shouting middle-aged women hurriedly turned and headed back to their homes. Even after the crowd left, Saem-mul could not fall asleep easily. In a space where nothing could be hidden, a person felt even greater anxiety.

“Haaahh…”

Saem-mul woke from a terrible nightmare. Morning sunlight streamed into the cage through the small window at the back. People were already gathered in front of the prison to watch. Unable to even think of covering herself, she hesitated for a moment before lying down again, trying to go back to sleep. The unbearable humiliation would continue today anyway. She simply didn’t want to think about anything. Even if someone stared at her with pathetic, lewd eyes, she chose to sleep a little longer.

Yeondu shouted from the headquarters entrance as she strode toward the cages. The three women, startled, immediately thrust their asses high and pressed their foreheads to the floor. Following Yeondu’s orders, they washed their naked bodies behind the toilet bowl while the onlookers watched with obscene smiles. Without bothering to chase the residents away, Yeondu swung her riding crop at the three women, barking various commands.

They could only have short bobs, shaved heads, or ponytails—nothing else. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju ended up with short bobs, but Saem-mul chose to keep her hair long until the very end. Eun-gyeong lifted one leg to urinate while Yeong-ju defecated, every detail exposed for all to see. The spectators wrinkled their noses in disgust yet could not look away.

Saem-mul felt the urge but was too tense to let it out. Even though she had already shown them everything—from the ring in her clitoris to her asshole—making eye contact with the onlookers made it impossible for her to defecate.

Oh please…

When it still wouldn’t come and she noticed Yeondu’s glare, her sphincter refused to relax despite the severe urge. If she couldn’t go in the morning, she would have to wait until dinner time. Attempting to relieve herself in between would mean enduring all sorts of humiliating penalties, so she squatted down and strained once more. Still nothing came.

Whack!

“Ughhh!”

Yeondu refused to wait even five minutes. Under the lash of her whip, Saem-mul came down without having relieved herself. The three women lined up in front of the cages in the posture of absolute obedience. Yeondu personally reattached the bells to the cow rings they had removed. The heavy pressure on their nasal septums made the tips of their noses sting.

Jingle jingle jingle.

The three women raised their knees and crawled forward with difficulty. Not knowing where they were headed, they simply crawled onward. Their reddened nipples glistened with beads of white breast milk as they kept their eyes lowered, flailing their limbs while crawling. In the middle of the path from the headquarters to the lecture hall lay a large plaza paved with stone blocks. All the residents had come out and gathered there.

Saem-mul fell into despair once more at the thought that yesterday’s nightmare was repeating itself in full. Dae-man’s subordinates and the young men’s association had gone from house to house, ordering everyone to assemble.

The three women stopped crawling and rose to their feet. Their naked bodies were already drenched in sweat.

Jinyoung… Jeong-min… Mi-hae… Oh no, even Mr. Kim and Aunt Aewon…

Saem-mul looked at the faces of people she had once been close to, her expression crumpling. They all wore unpleasant looks, showing not a shred of sympathy.

Sang-gu said as he approached. The villagers, along with Dae-man and the three women, all bowed their heads in polite greeting.

In front of the three women, piles of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clothing, miscellaneous items, and photographs lay scattered across the ground. They had been taken from the homes of Saem-mul, Eun-gyeong, and Yeong-ju respectively. Anything of value had been sold off or pocketed; what remained had been collected by the residents and dumped here. Sang-gu slowly poured oil over the pile.

Saem-mul’s eyes fell on the cherished clothes, blankets, and photographs she had loved. Beautifully taken pictures. Dozens of photos from when she was dating her ex-husband. Their wedding photos and family pictures with their child—all of them lay scattered on the ground.

Whoosh!

He lit a scrap of paper and tossed it. Flames erupted violently across the clothes and photographs. Thick tears fell from the three women’s eyes. She felt utterly miserable that she could not save even a single picture.

Among the expressionless crowd, Min-hui stood with her two daughters, watching the blazing fire with fearful, anxious eyes.

This isn’t right. My husband was correct… Teacher Sang-gu has changed… What do I do now…

Min-hui gripped her daughters’ hands tightly and continued watching with uneasy eyes. A fire extinguisher was sprayed onto the flames that had been belching black smoke, and people rushed forward to clean up the mess.

Sang-gu looked at the crowd and spoke.

Sang-gu opened his palm and gestured for her to speak. Yeondu stepped forward with a smug expression.

Dong-in brought over a goat milking machine. It was an electric, rechargeable model.

Such a large milking machine… Is it really going to be clamped onto our breasts…? It’s too cruel. Please stop this…

Saem-mul cried out again inside her heart. Her pretty face, now past the mid-twenties, and her beautiful figure remained incredibly sexy and alluring even without makeup and despite being tormented naked every day. But the thought of that machine crushing her breasts made her terrified that her lovely chest would be ruined.

Clap clap clap clap clap.

Yeondu had not expected applause, but when Dae-man began clapping, the residents joined in with thunderous applause.

When Dae-man spoke whatever came to mind, the residents followed suit, raising their voices in praise and clapping even louder. Yeondu stepped back and headed into the headquarters with Sang-gu.

As Dae-man waved his hand, two middle-aged women rushed forward like lightning and began hurling curses.

People who had once been close to them stepped forward first, spitting and showering them with abuse. Some clutched handfuls of salt or flour and threw them at the three women. As if competing in loyalty, they raged and hurled insults. Flour covered their faces and bodies, and other people’s saliva dripped down on top of it.

Min-jeong, who had once been Saem-mul’s friend, slapped her hard across the face without hesitation. Saem-mul had to apologize through tears again and again for what had happened with Jinyoung in the headquarters basement. Those who became too aggressive were stopped by Dae-man. Some even tried to grope and squeeze their breasts or yank on the rings in their clitorises while insulting them.

Despite the miserable abuse, their clitorises swelled even larger, and their pigmented nipples grew even more swollen, beads of breast milk clinging to their tips. Forced to stand completely naked with no way to hide even the slightest tremble, the three women had no way to soothe their broken hearts.