The Milk Cow's Public Release
Huuuu… Haaaaaaa…
Saem-mul’s desperate need to relieve herself swelled until her moans grew frantic. Even though she was covered head to toe in flour, a truly miserable sight, no other thought could enter her mind. She had to get to a bathroom right now. Loud gas kept rumbling out from between her buttocks.
“What the hell? Farting all over the place? You should be reflecting on your sins, you pathetic milk cow! Who said you could fart here!”
Thwaaaack! Daeman’s switch lashed across the center of her belly. The urge sharpened violently; Saem-mul thrashed her head and sobbed. No matter how thoroughly she was treated as livestock, she could not soil herself in front of the entire village. She prayed for this endless humiliation to end.
“M-Master, I need the bathroom so badly. Please, have mercy on me.”
Her face ghostly white beneath the caked flour, Saem-mul begged for compassion.
“What are you doing during morning maintenance, trying to ruin this important atonement time!” Daeman mercilessly whipped her ass with the switch. Saem-mul’s naked body jerked forward and back in a pitiful dance.
A cruel smile spread across Daeman’s face as he smeared lubricant onto the cow-tail anal plug.
“Relax your shithole… Spread it, you filthy milk cow!”
“N-no, please, Master!”
The moment the anal plug pushed into her already-clenching anus, Saem-mul screamed and burst into tears. Tears, sweat, and saliva had formed a sticky paste across every inch of her naked skin.
“If Saem-mul squirts right here, then I’ll allow you to shit!” Daeman roared with laughter and ordered her to masturbate.
Saem-mul looked up at him with the face of someone already dead inside.
So cruel… How can he make me do it here… Ha… I should have forced myself to go this morning somehow…
Under the cold stares of the villagers, Saem-mul slowly rubbed her clit with her filthy hand. Her fingers trembled violently; her teeth chattered as she kneaded her own breasts.
“Disgusting! Look at her showing off such a filthy sight!”
“Saem-mul! No, you stupid milk cow, you’re rubbing your cunt in public?”
“Crazy bitch, completely insane! Crazy milk cow! Just look at that dirty pussy!”
Mockery and insults crashed over her like waves, yet she had forgotten shame itself. Every nerve in her body was focused on her asshole.
“Uuuuugh, no, it’s really coming out, Master, haaaaa!”
The urge swirled right behind the silver anal plug. With her dirty hand she rubbed her clit and frantically fingered her pussy, fighting to force an orgasm.
Squelch… squelch…
The obscene, wet sounds of her hand stirring inside her cunt echoed quietly across the square. Her moans climbed higher, turning into screams. Despite the nonstop abuse, Saem-mul shuddered and kept violently pumping her pussy.
Every second mattered. Ignoring the residents’ disgusted glares, her screams only grew louder.
“Uhaaaagh!! It won’t come out, Master, I’m losing my mind! A dildo! Please give me a dildo, Mr. Dong-in, please, aaaaagh!”
In her wailing she begged for a dildo. The villagers looked even more dumbfounded and hurled fresh condemnation at the now obscenely lewd Saem-mul.
When Daeman gave permission, Dong-in placed a flesh-colored, oversized dildo into her hand.
“Thank you, Master, aaaaagh!”
Still fighting the urge that threatened to burst out of her, she drove the thick dildo deep into her pussy with her right hand. Her moans swelled; she hunched forward. With her left hand she yanked on the ring piercing her clit and slammed the dildo without pause.
“Aaaaaagh, it still won’t come, Master, I can’t cum, please have mercy, please!”
In a voice tight with panic, Saem-mul begged Daeman.
“What are you?” Daeman shouted at her.
“I-I am a dirty milk cow. Aagh… I am a sinful female milk cow!”
Saem-mul answered through a face twisted in agony. Beside her, Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju were sobbing with tear-streaked faces that looked like ruined gyaru makeup.
“A livestock milk cow that goes into heat anywhere she wants, yet you pretended to be human, got married, lived comfortably here, and even insulted the Chairman?”
Daeman’s voice was thick with displeasure.
“Shouldn’t you be crushed even harder?”
“Yes… I am a milk cow. A milk cow who deserves to be treated harshly. I will live in repentance, so please, Master, allow me to defecate!”
Cold sweat poured down her body as Saem-mul answered desperately. The dildo ravaging her cunt never slowed; it only moved faster.
“Fine! I’ll show mercy. Neutria! Help her out!”
Daeman watched with a lewd, sinister grin. Dong-in nodded, pulled out a vibrator, and pressed it hard against Saem-mul’s clit.
“Hiiiiiiiiik!”
The brutally vibrating toy crushed her clitoral hood and sank deep. A blood-curdling scream tore out of her. Violent spasms ripped through her thighs and pussy. When the vibrator sent its full power into the thick ring piercing her clit, an animalistic shriek exploded from Saem-mul’s throat.
“Wahahaha! She really sounds like a cow!”
“Revolting! It’s so unclean and it stinks!”
“She’s a beast, a beast! Crazy beast bitches in heat!”
The villagers hurled even more words of contempt and hatred at Saem-mul as she howled hoarsely like an animal.
“Haaaaak!”
Saem-mul’s back arched like a bow. Clear squirt jetted from her urethra, flying more than a meter and splattering across the feet of the spectators. A startled middle-aged woman jumped back, cursing loudly.
With desperate, tear-filled eyes that could not even enjoy the climax, Saem-mul looked up at Daeman.
“Please now, aaaaagh, I feel like I’m dying! I came, Master, please let it out now!”
At her plea Daeman gave an arrogant nod.
“You there, auntie, hand me that bowl!”
The woman who had thrown rice at the three of them passed the bowl to Daeman.
Thud. He tossed the rice bowl in front of Saem-mul.
“Shit right there!”
There’s no other choice now… I have to show them everything… Ah… Am I really turning into livestock…?
Body shaking uncontrollably, Saem-mul grabbed the bowl, squatted down, and positioned it beneath her. Dong-in moved behind the struggling woman and yanked out the cow-tail anal plug.
The moment the plug came free with a loud wet sound, murky water and solid lumps poured into the small bowl. A few seconds stretched into hours. Even her urine would not stop. The pleasure of defecation raced up her spine with shocking intensity. The climax she had been unable to feel properly through the painful urge now hit her with skin-crawling force. Even after her bladder emptied, something clear continued to trickle from her urethra.
“Kyaaaaak! The smell! She’s actually shitting here, what trash! Ptui! I’m leaving, I can’t watch anymore!”
“She’s cumming while she shits, isn’t she? Ha… This is really extreme. Saem-mul, how did you end up like this?”
“Khhm, in all my life I’ve never seen a woman shit twice in a row that fast.”
“Park! What woman? These things are milk cows, milk cows! Ugh, what is that stench?”
Disgusted, the people turned away. A few drew closer, staring intently at her naked body and the filth. As the crowd gathered right in front of Saem-mul while she panted in the afterglow of climax and defecation, her breasts and neck burned crimson with shame.
I’ve shown them everything, even the ground beneath me… Now I’m letting go of everything.
“Haa… haaang… haaaagh…”
Saem-mul panted and let out sweet, lewd cries, completely ignoring the eyes on her. Fully swallowed by her treatment as livestock, she was dragged into a massive vortex of masochistic pleasure. The image of the once cute and lovable Saem-mul had, in just a few months, fallen into that of a filthy enema milk cow.
“Agh… hhk… Thank you for permitting me to defecate, Master.”
Drooling, wearing an instinctive expression of satisfied shame and lust, she looked up at Daeman and thanked him. Dong-in wrinkled his nose, wiped her dirty hole with wet tissues, and tossed them into the bowl. Daeman approached, stroked her head, then suddenly slapped her cheek and granted permission to wash.
As Saem-mul lifted the bowl and trudged weakly toward the Agricultural Cabin, the other two women followed behind her.
“Make them drink water from that filthy bowl!” the aunt who had handed over the bowl shouted before leaving.
Until the very end, Min-hui and her three daughters watched the cruel atonement ritual, doing their best to hide the fear and pity in their eyes.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
Pulled along by the leash attached to the dog collar around her neck, Saem-mul crawled toward the atonement square. The scorch marks where photographs and clothing had been burned were still clearly visible on the paving stones. Behind her, Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju followed, the bells on their cow rings chiming with every movement.
Beside the scorched ground stood a steel structure that rose from the square floor to waist height. Between two long vertical bars, Saem-mul’s ankle cuffs were locked, forcing her legs wide apart. The structure also featured a horizontal bar at waist level, perfect for securing a collar.
Saem-mul bent forward and hooked her dog collar onto the horizontal bar. Bent into an L-shape, both of her arms were pulled high behind her back and tightly bound. Her heavy breasts hung down heavily; from behind, her glistening, exposed pussy was completely visible.
“Let’s begin! Open your mouth.”
“Yes, sir… aaup.”
A large, bright-red ball gag was forced between Saem-mul’s lips.
“Relax…”
“Uuuup! Uuup…”
Dong-in crouched beside her, squeezing and shaking her breasts. White breast milk dribbled steadily onto the floor. Saem-mul closed her eyes, moaning through the gag.
Passersby began to gather one or two at a time, drawn by the obscene spectacle.
Shiiiiiiiiiiik— The milking machine’s motor whirred to life, sucking air with a loud roar.
Suuup! When Dong-in pressed one suction cup onto Saem-mul’s dark left areola, it latched on violently, yanking the nipple deep inside. The right areola received the same treatment.
Shiiiiik… chuuk-ttuk, chuuk-ttuk, chuuk-ttuk, chuuk-ttuk…
Her areolas and nipples swelled and were pulled rhythmically. White breast milk flowed through the transparent tubes into the collection container.
“It needs to reach 500 milliliters. Damn it, I can’t even rest because I have to take care of these milk cows!”
Dong-in kneaded Saem-mul’s breasts, urging the milk out faster. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju stood with their eyes closed, thrusting forward their ring-pierced clits. Dong-in grumbled the entire time.
He had been ordered to milk Saem-mul first, then Eun-gyeong, then Yeong-ju once the quota was met. The faster the milk cow slaves’ nipples produced milk, the more free time he would have.
“Aum… aaaah… uuuuhm…”
Rough moans and strings of saliva sprayed out around the ball gag. The milking machine’s fierce suction felt like dozens of tiny cupping glasses on her breasts; Saem-mul shook her hips in torment. Each time the pressure pulled, her nipples stretched obscenely long.
“Those udders are huge, you cow, hahahahaha!”
“So this is how you milk them. I’ve only lived in the city, so this is my first time seeing it! Hohohoho!”
“Look at Saem-mul’s drooling face! I bet her pussy is soaked too! Let’s see.”
Chuuk-ttuk, chuuk-ttuk!
They tossed out comments, watched for a moment, then moved on. Anyone who tried to linger was quickly chased away by Dong-in’s threats of reporting them to Daeman.
It was humiliating, yet Saem-mul did not avoid the spectators’ gazes even through tear-filled eyes.
Chuuk-ttuk… shiiiiiiik…
After a long while, when the container neared 500 milliliters, Dong-in removed the milker from her left breast. The dark areola and nipple were swollen, red, and drooping.
“Huuuuuuuuuuup! Uuuuuh!”
When Dong-in stroked the painfully swollen nipple and areola, Saem-mul let out a sharp, erotic cry and shuddered. Saliva overflowed from around the ball gag.
Ttuk! Shiiiiiiiiik…
The milker came off the right breast as well. Both nipples and areolas were now equally puffy and engorged.
“Run, you pathetic milk cow!”
Having freed only her neck and ankle bindings, Dong-in slapped her ass and shouted. Saem-mul ran toward the end of the main building, swollen breasts jiggling heavily. The loud ringing of her cow ring bell echoed as her engorged tits swayed from side to side.
After milking, the milk cow slaves were ordered by Yeondu to exercise diligently. With swollen areolas and nipples, they had to run back and forth between the main building and the atonement square. This pathetic, ridiculous jog had to be repeated after every milking session.
Haaa… please don’t look… please pretend you don’t see…
Some people were startled, but most now smirked with lewd amusement or mocked her with pitying eyes. It was more agonizing than crawling with her asshole and pussy fully exposed. Running with her arms bound behind her back, breasts bouncing violently, and the cow ring bell clanging loudly felt even more degrading to Saem-mul.
“Ugh, it’s always so busy… I should suggest milking all three at once. Milking them one by one will take forever. This is ridiculous!”
Aside from his evening cigarette breaks, Dong-in had to stay glued to the milk cows all day long. Of course, being able to grope and torment the beautiful naked bodies of women in their mid-twenties was an incredible reward. Still, the drastic change from his previous life left him extremely irritated. The guard who used to play mobile games on his phone all day in the security room had suddenly become far too busy.