The Milk Service
The speech in the Lecture Hall had finally ended. Sang-gu’s voice still echoed off the walls as every resident sat in heavy silence. “The outside world is rotting away. We must arm our minds and fight the coming threats with even greater ferocity.”
Min-hui rose from her seat, hiding the dread in her heart, and began to clap. Standing ovations had become routine lately. The sound of polite applause rippled through the hall.
“I prepared this for everyone! Please enjoy a cup of black tea!”
Yeondu had several people passing out paper cups and tea bags. Residents accepted them, pouring hot water and dunking the bags inside.
Clink, clink, clink.
Three women who had fallen to the status of milk-cow slaves crawled forward on all fours, the bells on their cow rings ringing loudly. The yellow numbered tags hanging from their clit rings swayed obscenely from side to side. At a signal from Yeondu, the three women rose miserably to their feet. From the silver rings piercing their septums to the tags dangling between their legs, every inch of their filthy, naked bodies was exposed to the residents.
“Don’t drink it plain! It tastes much better mixed with milk! The milk girls will squeeze it fresh for each of you!”
The three slaves’ nipples had grown grotesquely enlarged from the daily abuse of the goat-milking machines. Miniature funnel-shaped attachments shaped like tiny straws had been fitted over each nipple. Their clit rings were half the size of their nose rings, and beneath the yellow tags, the silver rings piercing their inner and outer labia glittered under the lights.
Despite the brutal daily life of being treated as livestock, the three women—especially Saem-mul—still possessed cute yet mature faces completely free of blemishes.
“Then… the milk girls will personally… add the milk for you…”
Saem-mul shouted in a trembling voice before walking between the rows of chairs where the residents sat. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju, heads bowed low, began moving down the opposite side.
“Thank you, Saem-mul.”
When the red-faced Mr. Park held out his cup, Saem-mul positioned the end of the funnel attached to her nipple over it and began kneading her left breast. White breast milk splashed into the dark tea and swirled together.
“Hey now… give me a little more, Saem-mul. Hehehe.”
When Mr. Park stroked her ass and demanded more, Saem-mul pressed the funnel from her right nipple to the cup and squeezed her breast with all her strength.
“Whoops, it almost overflowed! Thank you, Saem-mul! I’ll enjoy it, hehehe.”
“Haaah… Sir…”
While barely steadying the cup, Mr. Park gently rubbed the valley of her pussy. The numbered tag on her clitoris swayed softly. Saem-mul held back the sobs threatening to burst out and silently shed tears as she moved the funnel to Mrs. Jeong’s cup in the next seat.
“Just a little!”
“Yes…”
She received looks of humiliation and contempt from a woman she had once been close to. It was somehow even harder to endure than the men’s groping. Yet she forced a smile and continued squeezing milk into the tea.
“Haaahk.”
“Kyaahk.”
“Ahh… ugh…”
As the three women passed by, the older women and ladies pinched and twisted their sensitive flesh while they milked themselves. Yeondu simply smiled and did nothing to stop them. The women writhed in pain, causing their breasts to jiggle and splatter milk onto the residents’ clothes.
“Ugh, these sloppy milk cows! Do it properly!”
“We’re sorry… We’re so sorry…”
Pinched and molested on their asses and breasts, the three continued squeezing milk for each person as they moved down the rows of chairs.
“A little more! Why is it taking so long…”
When Saem-mul stood in front of a handsome young man, the milk that had flowed so easily suddenly came out only in weak, reluctant drops.
“What the hell! A milk cow trying to look good for a bachelor? What a horny little milk slut you are.”
“This bitch is doing it on purpose! Look at how wet her cunt is!”
“Oh my, she was squirting it out nonstop for us, but suddenly can’t produce in front of good-looking young men? Does that make any sense?”
“She wants him to touch her! Jong-su, feel her up for her, man!”
The tall, handsome Jong-su blushed as he ran his hand up the inside of Saem-mul’s thigh.
“Haaahng…”
He gently rubbed her pussy and softly gripped her ass. The young man’s hand tenderly stroked her breasts beneath the funnels attached to her nipples.
Squirt, squirt, squirt.
The milk that had been dribbling now flowed in steady streams into the cup.
“If you’ve gotten your wish, get away from him, you milk cow! How long are you going to keep rubbing yourself against him and acting cute?”
At the older women’s mockery, Saem-mul’s ears burned red. The bell on her cow ring jingled as she hurriedly moved to the next row.
Only one more row left. The people in front of her were all same-sex friends or younger girls she had once been close to. They all held out their cups with unpleasant expressions. Brushing her naked body against the backs of seats and residents’ knees, she squeezed milk into each cup. No one refused, claiming they didn’t want to drink it. They believed Yeondu’s words were Sang-gu’s orders.
Saem-mul squeezed milk into the tea of roughly twenty residents. Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju did the same for similar groups. The three women’s naked bodies were covered in vivid pinch marks.
Once they returned to the front of the hall, Dong-in shoved large silver cow-tail plugs into each of their anuses.
“Say your thanks!” Yeondu shouted at the three women.
“We are so happy to be able to serve the residents. We will continue to atone as milk-cow slaves from now on.”
The three women pressed their foreheads to the floor, raised their asses high, and shouted in unison.
“Good, keep up the hard work! Hehehe.”
“But the milk doesn’t taste very good, does it?”
“Hehe… Should we feed them more sweets? Maybe that would make the breast milk a little sweeter?”
At the three women’s polite greeting, the residents poured out mocking words.
Whack!
Yeondu’s riding crop lashed Saem-mul’s ass hard.
“Hiiiiii!”
Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle.
The three milk-cow slaves, kneeling and bent over, crawled toward the main entrance while being whipped. Once outside the hall, they struggled up a low hill, crawling all the way to the milking station before curling up in a dogeza position. Though the distance was short, their naked bodies were soon drenched in sweat. The sunscreen they had applied earlier caked and turned filthy.
“For the six o’clock session, don’t milk them. Wash them clean and bring them up to the fifth floor!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
When Yeondu, heading toward the main building, shouted the order, Dong-in bowed deeply toward her retreating figure.
“Haaa…”
Beneath the scorching sunlight, Saem-mul lay across the metal milking frame.
Hisssssssss.
Squuuuirt, thwack, squuuuirt, thwack.
She had to produce 500 milliliters without any rest. Perhaps because of the humiliating milk service she had performed in the Lecture Hall, her output was less than half her usual amount.
“Ah, it’s not coming out again!”
Only her areolas and nipples stretched painfully under the suction of the milking tubes while her milk merely dribbled through the transparent hose.
“Ugh… It’s too much trouble to go get a dildo! Even if it’s embarrassing, I guess this body has to step up today!”
Dong-in said as he unbuckled the belt of his guard pants. Slightly bending his knees, he pushed his thick cock into Saem-mul’s pussy.
“Haaah… haa… haa…”
“How’s that, milk cow? Feels good, right?”
“Haaahk… Y-yes, it feels good, Teacher… Hiiiik!”
Dong-in shook and rubbed the rings piercing her inner and outer labia hard while pounding into her rapidly.
Schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck, squelch, schluck…
“Haa… haa… haaahk.”
The wet slapping sounds grew louder, and Saem-mul’s moans increased in volume.
“Haaaaah!”
Dong-in pulled on her cow tail, twisting the ring of the plug buried in her anus. The plug trembled inside her, threatening to slip out, and the pleasure swelled like a snowball.
Squuuuirt, thwack, squuuuirt, thwack.
Even while fucking her, Dong-in never took his eyes off the transparent milking tube. He could clearly see the amount of milk rushing through it increasing.
“Khhhm, just as I thought—milk only comes out when you get fucked in the cunt!”
“Aaaahk! P-please, the tail in my ass… N-no, don’t!”
Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle.
He kept shaking the cow-tail plug in her anus while mercilessly scraping her G-spot with his glans. Clear squirt began pouring from Saem-mul’s urethra.
The fluid flowed down Dong-in’s cock buried inside her, soaking even the panties around his knees. Some of it dripped down the yellow numbered tag hanging from her clit ring.
“Aaaah, what the hell are you doing? How are you already squirting everywhere!”
Smack!
“Haaahk! I-I’m sorry, Teacher… I’m too excited… My ass and my pussy are so… hot and aroused… I think I’m going to cum again soon… Aaaahk!”
With her pussy and his cock now slick with her juices, Dong-in continued pounding her. Once the 500 milliliters were finally collected, he could no longer hold back. He buried himself deep inside her cunt and erupted.
“Khhhm, you fucking bitch, my pants are soaked! Khhh, you horny milk cow!”
Still laughing stupidly from the pleasure of creampieing her, Dong-in spoke.
“Haa… haa… haa… Thank you, Teacher.”
Saem-mul, who had been nervously expecting punishment, turned her head and thanked him for his mercy. Residents passing by stared at the milking station with lewd, contemptuous expressions.
‘That bastard Dong-in is just openly fucking her in public. Doesn’t he feel any shame?’
‘He really looks like a nutria the way he’s so excited… Look at him go.’
‘Even so, right in the middle of the community… What if the Chairman sees? It’s disgusting.’
“Ugh, it’s all wet…”
Dong-in grimaced as he pulled up his cum- and pussy-juice-soaked underwear and pants. He felt the residents’ stinging gazes. Hmph! You bastards are worse! Talk all the shit you want! I’m ranked fourth in the community hierarchy. He snorted at the dirty looks, refusing to be intimidated, and continued his work.
All three milk-cow slaves filled their 500-milliliter quotas. Shaking their swollen nipples and heavy breasts, they completed their run back to the main building. Returning to the shower room in the warehouse prison, they began washing Saem-mul first, scrubbing every inch with body wash.
“The Madam said to wash them clean, so scrub harder than usual!”
They lathered her hair thoroughly with fragrant shampoo. The fresh, sweet scent tickled Dong-in’s nose. He inspected each of them from Saem-mul to Yeong-ju, rubbing their bodies to make sure they were clean. He even carefully wiped the cow rings and the numbered tags on their clit rings with tissues to ensure no dust remained.
When serving on the fifth floor, they did not crawl. The three milk-cow slaves put on cheap rubber slippers and headed to the main building.
Ding.
When the elevator doors opened, a lavish dinner table greeted them, covered with delicious dishes. High-grade steak, bacon, various fruits, and duck meat—after eating nothing but slop, the three women’s eyes widened in shock. Bottles of liquor and cocktails sat beside them. Sang-gu was already quite drunk.
The three women pressed their foreheads to the floor, raised their asses, and offered a polite greeting. Sang-gu didn’t even acknowledge them, continuing to talk with Yeondu. Seated to Sang-gu’s left was Yeondu. To his right sat Dae-man, Sang-hui, and Min-hui in order, all enjoying the meal and drinks. When Min-hui’s eyes met the three women, her expression darkened.
“If you’re here, start serving! Pour some milk into these glasses.”
At Yeondu’s shout, the three hurriedly rose and squeezed breast milk into the glasses already filled with a mix of soju and beer. Whenever food needed to be brought from afar or glasses emptied, the three naked women, cow rings jingling, carefully refilled the drinks.
“Feel free to enjoy any other services you desire!” Sang-gu said with a flushed, pleased face.
“Saem-mul, get under here!”
At Dae-man’s call, Saem-mul quickly crawled under the table. As soon as he undid his belt, she pulled down his underwear with her mouth and swallowed his cock to the root in one motion.
“Haawoo! This really brings out the flavor of the alcohol, hahaha.”
Dae-man laughed as he downed a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Sang-hui and Min-hui also emptied their soju-beer mixes in one shot.
“Sang-hui, why don’t you let Yeong-ju serve you? Her tongue work is no joke.”
Yeondu looked at Sang-hui as she spoke. Sang-hui made a troubled face and hesitated to answer. Unless one was a lesbian, having another woman perform cunnilingus in front of people was extremely unpleasant. Moreover, the other party was Yeong-ju, who had slept with her son.
“Why are you making that face? Do you dislike it? Just think of it as a suction masturbator… Is it uncomfortable?”
Yeondu’s expression suddenly turned cold as she glared at Sang-hui. It was a terrifying look that said her kindness was being ignored.
“Y-yes, thank you, Madam! I’ll receive it! Yeong-ju! Come here!”
Forcing a bright, fake smile, Sang-hui called for Yeong-ju. Only then did the murderous glint disappear from Yeondu’s eyes. Yeong-ju crawled under Sang-hui’s table with a tearful face—the same woman who had recently kicked and thrown her around. She pressed her nose against Sang-hui’s already-exposed pussy. A sour smell filled Yeong-ju’s nostrils. She licked the clit and used her tongue to spread the labia.
“Mmm… harder!”
Sang-hui grabbed Yeong-ju’s hair and raised her voice.
“Acting all innocent when you’re clearly loving it! Hehehe.”
Yeondu said, watching Sang-hui tremble with closed eyes as she received the cunnilingus.
“Milk cow! What are you doing! Why aren’t you serving the Team Leader!”
When Yeondu shouted at Eun-gyeong, Min-hui’s heart began pounding violently. Min-hui’s entire sexual experience consisted of ordinary sex with her husband. To receive oral from another woman was unthinkable.
“I-I’m not feeling well today… I’m on my period, so maybe next time…”
Bang!
Yeondu slammed her hand on the table.
“You’re saying you don’t want my kindness? Team Leader, do you realize you keep getting on my bad side?”
“Min-hui Noona! Listen to Yeondu! What are you so dissatisfied about!”
When Yeondu glared at her, the heavily intoxicated Sang-gu added a word, calling her “Noona.”
“N-no… I have no complaints… I’m just a little tired… L-later…”
Yeondu immediately stood up and poured the wine glass she was holding directly onto Min-hui’s face.
“Aaaah… Why are you doing this, Madam!!”
Min-hui screamed, her face drenched, and stood up. Sang-hui, who had been receiving sticky oral service, watched with a fearful expression.
“It would be best if you don’t make any more mistakes! You’re going to receive the service, right?”
When Yeondu glared at her from point-blank range, Min-hui trembled in fear and nodded repeatedly. She sat back down weakly and tried to say something, but no words came out.
Dae-man, watching with amusement, grinned and grabbed Saem-mul’s hair under the table, shaking her head rapidly. Eun-gyeong, who had been fidgeting anxiously in her proper sitting position, crawled under Min-hui’s table and pulled down her panties.
“Haaahuu…”
When Eun-gyeong’s wet tongue slid across her labia, Min-hui’s thighs trembled and she let out a soft moan.
“If you can’t make her aroused, I’ll kill you! Hehehe…”
At Yeondu’s shout, Eun-gyeong frantically sucked Min-hui’s clit and pushed her tongue into her entrance. She used her entire face to caress the older woman’s moist pussy.
“Haa… haa… haaaaa…”
Min-hui’s reluctant moans gradually turned rough and desperate. Saem-mul, Yeong-ju, and Eun-gyeong were not allowed to leave from under the table until their faces were completely soaked with semen and love juices.