The Milk Cow Slaves and Dong-in
After the four milking sessions that came once every two hours were finally over, it was free time—and the single daily service hour that Dong-in alone could claim.
All day long he had been forced to grumble and trail behind Yeondu like a mutt on a leash.
“It’s fine, so suck harder!”
“Slurp… Yes, Teacher.”
In this brief window when he could freely toy with the three women, every ounce of stress he had swallowed during the long day melted away. Tomorrow suddenly felt worth waiting for.
Saem-mul, the same woman he had once only licked his lips at, now pressed her heavy breasts around his cock and sucked with hollowed cheeks, utterly focused.
“Slurp… haaum, Teacher… haa… My mouth’s gone numb… Please put it in now, I’m begging you… heum…”
“Shut up. It’s barely started—what the hell are you babbling about?”
“Slurp, haa… I’m sorry.”
Dong-in’s thick shaft glistened with Saem-mul’s milk and spit. Her massive, springy 70E-cup breasts wrapped around it, sliding slickly from tip to root.
Kneeling in front of him while Saem-mul worked his cock with her tits, Dong-in felt Yeong-ju bury her face between his cheeks. The woman’s lips trembled as she licked upward from his perineum.
“Khhm… Yeong-ju, is that all you can manage? Rim me properly.”
“Huuup… Yes, Teacher…”
Yeong-ju grabbed his ass with both hands, spread the cheeks wide, and sealed her lips completely against his wrinkled hole. Like the milking machine that yanked nipples as if they were meat, she sucked hard, cheeks caving in with wet, obscene noises.
While the electric pleasure coursed through his body, Dong-in glared at the trembling Eun-gyeong before him.
CRACK!
“Haaaaa! Forgive me, T-Teacher! I’ll do better—just once! Haaaak!”
CRACK!
“Milk’s pouring out of those udders so much you can’t see straight! You think I’m funny? Is that why you’re acting so sloppy and rude?”
“Aaaak! Please, have mercy!! I’ll suck properly and t-tighten… haak…”
Eun-gyeong was bound in an X to the glass greenhouse frame. Dong-in lashed her breasts and cunt without mercy, one stroke at a time, while leisurely enjoying the slaves’ service from both ends and watching her face twist in terror.
CRACK!
“Haaaaaaaak!!”
The whip rose between her legs and slammed mercilessly into the clit ring and the deep cleft of her pussy.
“Your blowjob and your cunt are both half-assed! I suffer all day because of you bitches and this is the best you can do!”
CRACK!
“Haaaaa… Ahukuk… Please forgive me!!”
Another underhand strike drove the whip into her pussy; Eun-gyeong’s scream echoed through the cabin. It was a woman’s full-throated cry, yet no one in the community even bothered to listen.
The whipping had begun simply because Dong-in disliked the way her mouth and cunt gripped him.
“Uup… upha… aeut…”
“Slurp… heum… slup.”
Dong-in stepped right up to Eun-gyeong’s face. Saem-mul released his cock with a wet pop, tongue flicking, and crawled backward on all fours. Yeong-ju followed in a duck-waddle, tongue still glued to his asshole.
“Haaauuk… I was wrong. Ahukuk…”
He ran his fingers lightly over the countless whip marks covering her breasts, pelvis, and upper thighs, stroking and rubbing the burning lines.
“You insolent milk cow! Feel the weight of your own fucking udders!”
He clamped extra nipple clamps onto both her buds and tightened them viciously. Milk immediately beaded at the tips.
“Hiiiiiiik!”
“You’ve got a fat ring through your clit and you’re still acting like this? Hehehe!”
“Uaaaak…”
When he yanked the weights downward, Eun-gyeong’s voice cracked as she pleaded for mercy. He hooked the thin chains dangling from the clamps onto her large silver cow ring and pulled them brutally tight. Her septum sagged as far as her stretched nipples.
“Auuuk… It’s heavy… haukuk… My nose… it’s t-tearing… Teacher…”
“Fuck… With those huge tits hanging off your nose, of course it’s heavy. Uahaha! It droops way more than when the little bell was on it!”
CRACK!
“Haaaaak!”
After toying with her nipples a little longer, Dong-in stepped back and swung the whip again. His cruel eyes targeted the soft underside of her breasts, lifted slightly by the pull of the cow ring.
“Haaaaak!! I won’t act insolent again! Please have mercy… kuaak! S-save me… ahukuk…”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK…
The whip struck the same spot over and over, biting from the tender skin beneath her breasts all the way to her pebbled areolas.
“Aaaaaaaaak! Haa… haa… uaaaaak!!”
Eun-gyeong screamed and twisted with all her strength, but the tight restraints kept her completely immobile. Pure white milk dripped onto the floor while her groin convulsed, making the silver ring through her clitoris dance wildly.
“Ah, my shoulder!”
Dong-in tossed the short whip aside and unlocked the cuffs binding Eun-gyeong to the X-frame.
“Huuuuk, thank you, Teacher.”
She collapsed, crushing her breasts against the floor and thrusting her ass high. Thick tears poured down her face from the pain in her septum. Still feeling the chains tugging on her nose through the clamps, she repeated her apologies.
“Fine! This generous Dong-in will give you one more chance!”
“Kuaaa…”
“Hauuk!”
He reached forward and back, seizing Saem-mul and Yeong-ju by the hair and flinging them aside. The two women hurriedly knelt off to the side and waited.
“Auuk…”
Hands on his hips in an arrogant pose, Dong-in pressed Eun-gyeong’s head down with his foot, then grabbed her hair again and toyed with the nipples stretched between the clamp weights and the cow ring. More tears than during the whipping itself flooded from her eyes. An equal amount of milk ran down his hand.
“Kuaaaak… hua… huaaa…”
When he finally released the clamps and unhooked the chains from her cow ring, the sudden relief sent a violent shudder through Eun-gyeong’s entire body. Her flattened nipples slowly swelled back to their original shape. The fallen clamps lay soaked in thick white milk, weights and all.
Dong-in yanked her by the hair and shoved her face against his cock, which dripped with precum.
“Suck.”
“Yes, Teacher… haum… uup uup uup uup…”
Eun-gyeong immediately lowered her head and began sucking like a woman possessed.
“Saem-mul on the left, Yeong-ju on the right—feed me milk! Uahahahaha…”
Standing relaxed, Dong-in let the two women clutch their own breasts and lift them so he could suck their nipples without using his hands.
“Uum… uum… haa… tastes gamey… uhaha… Let’s try Yeong-ju’s this time… uum… sluuuurp… uum… Yeong-ju’s milk is sweeter than Saem-mul’s! Hehehe…”
He groped their asses, turning his head to suck the nipples roughly.
“Uup… slurp… uup… slurp… slup… slup… heum… uup uup…”
Face tight with fear, Eun-gyeong showered his cock with desperate kisses and sucked with hollowed cheeks. The burning whip marks across her body only made her work harder, sucking for her life.
An overwhelming sense of conquest swallowed Dong-in whole. He felt like Number 4. The only people allowed to freely abuse and whip the slaves were Sang-gu, Yeondu, Daeman, and—to a limited degree—himself. Since Sang-gu almost never used the whip, Dong-in had come to think of himself as the de facto Number 3.
“Now squeeze that cunt! If you grip me as pathetically as before, there will be no forgiveness!”
“Uup… uup… hua… Yes, Teacher, haa…”
Rising with his fluids still dangling from her lips, Eun-gyeong grabbed the iron bars in front of her, thrust her ass back, and shook it obscenely.
With Saem-mul and Yeong-ju tucked under his arms, Dong-in didn’t even need his hands. He swung his cock like a baton until the glans caught her entrance, then drove in deep.
“Hauuuuk! It’s so full, Teacher! Huaaa… It feels so good!”
Eun-gyeong pretended to climax the moment his average-sized cock split her open. She slammed her ass back against his groin again and again.
Dong-in squeezed the breasts at his sides and occasionally slapped her plump cheeks. He didn’t have to move his hips at all.
“Uh… it slipped out! Put it back in quick, you insolent milk cow! Uahahaha.”
He simply stood still; every time his cock slid free, he smacked her ass until the flesh looked ready to burst. A slight adjustment to line up with her hole was all it took for her to start shaking her hips again.
“Haa haa, it’s good, I’m moving—huaang…”
Clutching the iron bars, she threw her whole body backward, fucking herself in standing doggy style. Her heavy hanging breasts swung violently. The loud, wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the cabin.
“Don’t just scream because you’re excited, you stupid milk cow! Tighten that cunt more!”
SLAP! SLAP!
“Haa haa hauuk… I’ll squeeze harder… haa…”
Drooling, Eun-gyeong gripped the bars and strained every muscle, clenching her anus, perineum, and vaginal walls with everything she had left.
Even though his balls were already boiling, Dong-in kept ordering her to squeeze tighter. At the very limit of her strength, Eun-gyeong still forced her ass and cunt backward, milking his cock with desperate force.
“Auuk! It’s coming… it’s coming out… auuu…”
“Haaaaak!”
“Haa aaaang!”
Feeling the surge, Dong-in crushed Saem-mul and Yeong-ju’s breasts in his hands. Milk jetted out as their sharp screams tore through the air.
“Uaa…… Turn around and open your mouths! All of you kneel, you fucking milk cows!”
He yanked his cock free of Eun-gyeong’s pussy and slapped her ass hard. She spun around instantly and dropped to her knees. Saem-mul and Yeong-ju knelt beside her, milk still dripping from their nipples.
“C-cumming!”
Spurtttt…
Watery semen splattered across the three women’s faces and hair. The milk cow slaves closed their eyes, clutched their breasts, and let out lewd, broken moans. Cum dripped onto their tits, cheeks, and outstretched tongues.
“Khum, stay still! Haaaa…”
Breathing hard, Dong-in pressed his cock to each of their foreheads and milked out the final drops.
“Uup… slup…”
“Slurp…”
“Haum… slurp.”
He slid his shaft into each mouth once, letting their tongues clean away the mixture of Eun-gyeong’s juices and his semen. The three women, faces glazed with cum, remained kneeling and clutching their breasts, panting blankly for a long while.
Dong-in lit a cigarette and stared down at the slaves until it burned to the filter.
“Bathroom. Now.”
Shaking their breasts and asses, the three crawled to the toilet next to the cabin. When they stood behind the bowl, the tiny space became cramped.
“Don’t just stand there like idiots—kneel, you milk cows! How stupid are you?”
Bumping their cum-smeared naked bodies together, the women dropped to their knees.
SPLAAAAASH!
Dong-in thrust his cock forward and hosed urine over their heads. The pungent liquid ran down their hair, breasts, and pussies.
He shook his hips playfully, waving his cock and spraying piss everywhere.
“Warm and nice, right?!”
“Yes… It feels good, Teacher.”
Looking up with awkward, broken smiles, the three answered. Only after being pathetically soaked in piss did the humiliation end and the chance to wash their filthy bodies finally arrive. The constant clink of clit rings and nipple rings, the endless rubbing and slapping of wet flesh, filled the small room.
“Hurry up! Clean your assholes properly too! Hehehe!”
They brushed their teeth with the pathetic toothbrush provided, then dried themselves with the month’s rationed towel. The iron-bar door clanged shut as Dong-in disappeared toward the main building.
Saem-mul’s body remained burning. Among the four of them, only Dong-in had fully emptied his lust.
“Hahut…”
She tugged on her clit ring and slowly kneaded her breasts. Still on her stomach, she rubbed her swollen clit and crawled toward the wall. Turning, she lifted her knees slightly and impaled herself on the flesh-colored dildo embedded there.
“Uuuuuuuu…”
She shook her ass in ridiculous, desperate motions, fucking herself on the toy. It was no longer shameful or miserable. This was one of the few freedoms left to her.
Pulling hard on her overstimulated clit ring and nipple rings, she drove the dildo deep, all the way to her cervix. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju, their masochism and sexual sensitivity inflated by the monotonous daily abuse, rubbed their own pussies and licked the wall-mounted dildos, trying to wring out even a little more pleasure.
Long after the lights in the agricultural cabin prison went out and Dong-in had left, the moans inside the cell refused to die.
“These fucking bitches are acting up from the very beginning to the end!! I should ask Brother Daeman to let me train some of them too… Ah, this is so damn annoying…”
Wangdu, who had monitored Dong-in’s entire service session from start to finish, muttered curses to himself and slammed his fist on the desk.
“I’m the one doing all the real work, but only the wrong bastards get to have fun. Fuck… Just wait and see!”
Unable to tear his eyes from the monitor, Wangdu greedily devoured the pizza snack Mrs. Jung had prepared for him.
“Ha, when is this shit going to end…”
It was the middle of the night; Daeman and the rest of the organization members were sound asleep. He wiped his greasy hands on a tissue, then opened the audio file.
It was a recording of the residents’ public-phone conversations. His orders were to find any movements opposing the organization. There was no clever shortcut—he simply had to listen to every single call through mind-numbing repetition.
Most were meaningless private chatter.
“Fuck, just get to the point, you bastard! Why are you wasting minutes on useless bullshit!”
Most residents were cautious and kept their calls short, but whenever someone rambled on, Wangdu’s curses exploded while he eavesdropped. Little by little, he was learning far more about the residents than he had ever wanted to know.