Milk Cow Name Tags
The three milk cow slaves huddled together in the agricultural cabin prison, their naked bodies trembling. The heavy silver cow rings pierced through their nasal septums clinked softly with every fearful breath.
“I got permission from the madam! Crawl out right now, you bitch dogs!”
Outside the glass-fronted prison, a group of women had gathered. Among them were Sang-hui—the mother of Wan-ju from the youth association—and her daughter Hana, along with several other middle-aged women. They shouted with righteous fury. A short distance away, Yeondu sat watching the spectacle with an excited gleam in her eyes. Among the angry women stood Min-hui, Sang-hui’s close friend and a former high-ranking executive.
At the women’s insistence, Dong-in unlocked the prison door. Saem-mul, Eun-gyeong, and Yeong-ju crawled out on all fours, completely naked.
“Huaaak!”
Sang-hui yanked viciously on Yeong-ju’s cow ring. Hana, Wan-ju’s younger sister, kicked her hard in the ass. The searing pain from her nearly torn nasal septum made Yeong-ju scream, but no one showed an ounce of pity. Her already bruised backside received kicks from every direction.
“You filthy milk cow bitch! You gave birth and abandoned your husband, then tried to seduce our Wan-ju and ruin his future? Die!”
Relentless slaps rained down. Hands grabbed her hair and shook her head violently. As if the beating wasn’t humiliating enough, the women mocked her appearance without mercy.
They fixated on Yeong-ju’s plain looks, hurling insults nonstop. Min-hui said nothing cruel. She merely glanced nervously at her enraged friend and the other residents, awkwardly patting Yeong-ju’s backside with an open palm. Her uneasy eyes darted around, clearly trying to blend into the violent atmosphere.
She’s so pitiful… Sang-hui, have you lost your mind? Please stop…
Hiding her sympathy deep inside, Min-hui simply stood by and watched the abuse continue.
“Hngh! I was too excited—ah! I did something terrible to Wan-ju! Please have mercy—aaaagh! Spare me, Queen!”
Even while being manhandled by the furious women, Yeong-ju looked up at Yeondu in the distance and begged for forgiveness.
Now they switched from bare hands to slippers, striking her ass and breasts.
“Huaaaaak!”
Hana relentlessly pinched Yeong-ju’s full, heavy breasts. Every twist of the sensitive mammary tissue sent a burning pain straight to her skull, like a hot iron pressed against her nerves.
“You look like a perverted sow with that slutty face! I regret ever calling you unnie!”
“Kuaaaaak!”
Wan-ju’s sister Hana—beautiful with her long, slender legs and gentle puppy-like face—twisted the ring on Yeong-ju’s clitoris with pure rage, never stopping her assault on the woman’s breasts. Beside her, their mother Sang-hui kept kicking without pause. Yeong-ju’s once-luscious, glossy naked body was now covered in fresh bruises.
“Aaaagh!”
Yeong-ju collapsed again and again, her naked body quivering in terror.
“Look at those lewd ass cheeks! This is what you used to wag at him! Since your face is worthless, you relied on this perverted body!”
Sang-hui kicked Yeong-ju’s backside like a soccer ball.
“Hnghhh! I’m sorry, Wan-ju’s mother—aaah! Aaaaaah!”
She ignored Yeong-ju’s desperate pleas as the woman rolled across the ground and continued kicking her ass. When the dog collar was yanked mercilessly, the choking pain shot through her entire body. Yeong-ju drooled and gasped, her face turned desperately toward Yeondu alone, begging for mercy.
Saem-mul and Eun-gyeong watched the brutal violence with terrified eyes, their bodies shaking. They knelt with heads bowed low, praying the violence wouldn’t turn on them. Even so, their heavy, elongated nipples stood painfully erect, glistening with beads of white breast milk.
Please stop!
Min-hui pretended to join in the beating, but she deliberately positioned herself to block the worst of the blows from landing too harshly on Yeong-ju. The frenzied women didn’t notice, but Yeondu saw everything clearly. Min-hui was secretly trying to soften the severe lynching.
“Team Leader, it seems you feel sorry for the milk cows?” Yeondu said, glaring at her.
The moment Min-hui met Yeondu’s eyes, a wave of bone-chilling fear washed over her, making her dizzy.
“W-what… No, not at all, Madam. These pathetic milk cows deserve to be punished!”
Min-hui’s body trembled as she lied. Even as she pinched Yeong-ju’s ass, her grip was childishly weak compared to Hana’s vicious twisting.
“Your words say one thing, but your hands are far too gentle with them. You’ve been like this the whole time.”
It was unnatural for Min-hui to try to drive the three milk cow slaves forward while hiding her desire to protect them.
“Yeon-hwa’s mother! What exactly are you doing? Have you developed sympathy for these witch bitches?!”
Sang-hui stared directly at her and shouted in accusation. Even Hana glared at her mother’s friend with an angry expression.
Min-hui could not tolerate this collective madness. Moreover, before she herself had fallen to slavery, she had been especially close to Yeong-ju.
“You wives of traitors! You evil bitches!”
Suddenly, Min-hui slapped Saem-mul’s ass hard. She had to survive first. With an angry scowl, she took off her slipper and began striking in earnest.
Saem-mul, I’m so sorry… How did it come to this… I’m truly sorry…
Unwilling to hit the already badly bruised Yeong-ju, Min-hui used the trembling Saem-mul as a scapegoat. She slapped the woman’s ass and breasts while hurling curses. To divert attention from herself, she screamed loudly and swung the slipper clumsily against Saem-mul’s breasts. Though she shouted obscenities and struck her, the spanks remained relatively soft.
As the head of the side-dish business team and the education department in the Mountain Villa community, Min-hui could not afford to collapse here. Falling into slavery was worse than death. She had to remain an executive in this place.
“Team Leader, your actions look exactly like child’s play. Something feels off… Well, I’ll find out eventually! Everyone, stop now!”
Having barely survived the crisis, Min-hui let out a huge sigh of relief in her heart. The village women, panting from their violent frenzy, finally stopped and slipped their shoes back on.
“Understood, Madam. Yeong-ju! Be careful from now on!”
Sang-hui and Hana glared at Yeong-ju, whose face was pressed to the ground, then dusted off their hands and turned away. Yeong-ju lay sprawled on the floor covered in bruises, blood pooling at the corner of her mouth.
“Ugh… sob sob sob…”
Once the commotion ended, Yeong-ju broke into painful, heart-wrenching sobs.
“Stand up!” Dong-in shouted.
With a face covered in tears and drool, Yeong-ju struggled to get back into position on all fours. Yeondu walked over until she stood right in front of the woman’s lowered head.
“Thank you, Queen… hngh.”
Yeong-ju offered her gratitude in a choked voice to the very person who had turned her into this. She knew all too well that the residents could not slap her even once without permission from Sang-gu or Yeondu.
“Milking time is coming soon! Stop whining and dawdling! Hurry up and eat, then get ready!”
Crack!
The single-tailed whip in Yeondu’s hand lashed out fiercely, striking not only Yeong-ju but also the terrified Saem-mul and Eun-gyeong beside her. The three milk cow slaves screamed, their heavy breasts swinging wildly as they crawled back into the prison. Yeondu followed behind them with a smile, whipping their asses and backs until they reached their cages.
After washing Yeong-ju’s body—which had rolled across the pavement—Dong-in brought a feeding bucket from the main building.
“Thank you for the meal, Queen.”
A ladleful of mixed scraps was dumped into a cheap plastic basin. Though it was leftovers, the visual was indistinguishable from dog food. The women placed both hands beside the bowl, lowered their faces completely, and raised their asses high as they licked up every single grain. For women who had fallen into slavery, the three daily feeding times were even more humiliating than their morning and evening excretion schedules.
They had to eat using only their mouths while their lips and noses became filthy. If they made a mistake, Yeondu or Dong-in would whip their asses or spit into the bowl—it was routine. Even though their hands weren’t bound, being forbidden from using them made the act twice as degrading.
A sleek black foreign car came speeding toward the open agricultural cabin prison and stopped abruptly.
“Madam! I’ve brought them!”
Dae-man got out and walked over to Yeondu. The three slaves, who had been eating with their faces buried in the food, looked up with dirty faces and greeted him.
“Just as you ordered, I engraved them with black letters on a yellow background!”
Dae-man handed Yeondu a small plastic object.
“What is this? So cute! Hehe. All of you, stand up, milk cows! Quickly!”
Crack!
Yeondu struck the ground hard with her whip. The three women scrambled to their feet. Rice grains and red sauce were smeared around their mouths and across their noses.
What Yeondu held were the milk cow ear tags—actually identification tags for their genitals. Each was a yellow pentagonal tag, 3.5 by 4 centimeters, with bold black numbers and letters.
011 MILK COW EUN-GYEONG
012 MILK COW SAEM-MUL
013 MILK COW YEONG-JU
Yeondu hooked each tag onto the women’s clitoris rings one by one.
“Hnghhh…”
“Hahh…”
“Hiiiiik!”
Without any gentleness, she roughly grabbed their clitoris rings and attached the heavy tags.
“Aren’t they pretty? Even strangers should be able to tell the milk cows’ names at a glance!”
“Thank you, Queen.”
The three women barely held back their sobs as they answered in unison. The weight of the tags hanging from their clitoris rings sent a shiver through their most intimate parts.
“Clean up the rest quickly! Let’s start milking! Wipe your mouths!”
Clatter!
Eager to show the new tags to the residents and Sang-gu, Yeondu kicked over Saem-mul and Eun-gyeong’s feeding basins. The women, who hadn’t even finished half their food, crawled toward the bathroom with their asses swaying.
With no proper sink or basin, they could only rinse their faces under the showerhead. Water cascaded over their breasts and genitals as they washed. They brushed their teeth with a cheap ten-centimeter toothbrush, using a pinch of salt from the corner instead of toothpaste.
Dong-in cleaned up the food scraps that had scattered across the one-pyeong prison floor after Yeondu kicked the basins.
The madam is no lady—she’s a vicious bitch. How did the Chairman end up with someone like her…
As he wiped the floor with a damp rag, Dong-in clicked his tongue at Yeondu’s cruelty. His loyalty to Sang-gu remained unchanged, but his growing discomfort with Yeondu’s dark nature was beginning to build.
“Move out!”
Without even drying themselves properly, water dripped from their naked bodies. Each woman had a cow-tail anal plug firmly lodged in her rectum. Thanks to the gradually decreasing amounts of lubricant, the plugs now slid through their anal wrinkles and sphincters with disturbing ease.
The three women crawled toward the atonement square, their cow rings ringing like bells. The newly attached clitoris tags swayed gently left and right in time with the bouncing of their heavy breasts. Dong-in followed behind them carrying the milking machine.
Because milking time was strictly scheduled, some residents deliberately came to watch.
“Assume the submission position!”
The three women, bells jingling, placed their hands behind their heads, thrust out their breasts and pussies, and stood with legs spread. The humiliating name tags dangling between their thighs were now clearly visible to everyone.
“Haha… The milk cows’ tags look beautiful, Madam!”
“Ugh, it’s ridiculous. Look how red their clits are!”
“They really are unspeakably pathetic milk cows.”
“Milk Cow Saem-mul 012! It suits you, Saem-mul! Work hard!!”
At her friend’s passing comment among the residents, the tears Saem-mul had been holding back finally spilled down her cheeks. She had sworn never to show her tears. It was a vow she could barely keep for even a single day.
The three milk cow slaves crawled laboriously around the atonement square for a long time, displaying their new clitoris tags as if showing off jewelry.
Sssssshhh
Saem-mul was strapped to the metal milking stand and the machine was turned on. Dong-in gently caressed her breasts, trying to relax the mammary glands as much as possible. The young Yeondu, emphasizing proper etiquette, had ordered that the eldest, Saem-mul, be milked first.
“Oh my, it really only comes out in tiny drips? Is this how little you produce every day?”
“Yes… Madam, Saem-mul takes quite a while, haha…”
As Yeondu watched Saem-mul’s breast milk flow through the transparent tube, Dong-in quickly agreed with her.
“Haa… haa… hnghhh! I’m sorry, Queen… It’s because this pathetic milk cow is so useless. Please have mercy…”
Saem-mul repeated her pleas for forgiveness as her thick nipples were pulled taut by the milking machine.
Yeondu stroked her head, then suddenly yanked the tag attached to her clitoris ring downward hard.
“Hiiiiiiiiik!!”
“I heard somewhere that some cows produce more milk when they’re aroused! Dong-in, go get the electric dildo!”
Dong-in hurriedly ran to the storage prison behind the main building and returned with the device.
Wiiiiiiing—
The motor roared to life as the dildo was thrust deep into Saem-mul’s vagina.
“Haaaaangh… haa… haa… haa…”
Both nipples and areolas were pulled mercilessly while the thick dildo invaded her pussy. In an instant, Saem-mul let out an orgasmic cry and shook her hips wildly. The tag on her clitoris ring shook nonstop. When Dong-in began thrusting the dildo violently inside her, her moans grew even louder and the love juices that had pooled in her inner labia overflowed.
Dong-in gently massaged and kneaded her breasts, which jiggled loosely from the milking machine’s suction.
“Look at this! It’s coming out so much faster than before! The milk cow gets more milk when she’s turned on!”
Yeondu clapped her hands and laughed wickedly. Dae-man and the village residents also burst into laughter as they watched the increased amount of milk flowing through the tube into the collection container.
“Haa… haa… haa… haaaaaaah!”
Driven to climax by the dildo, Saem-mul sprayed clear squirt everywhere. Forgetting her shame, she shook the tag on her clitoris ring frantically and savored the full-body tremors of orgasm.
“From now on, when milking the cow named Saem-mul, always fuck her pussy with a dildo at the same time!”
“Yes, Madam!”
Yeondu gave Saem-mul’s ass a light smack with her palm and returned to the main building.
Jingle jingle jingle.
Having filled 500 milliliters faster than usual, Saem-mul—hands bound behind her back—ran past the front of the main building, her elongated nipples and the tag on her pussy swaying with every step.