Demotion 66: Betrayed by Their Daughters
"Y-Yeon-hwa, Yeon-ju? How could you do this to your own mother... Sob... sob..."
"How could we betray Teacher? It's Mom who's changed!"
The two daughters hid behind the hem of Daeman's suit jacket, blaming their mother as Min-hui lay sprawled on the floor, screaming in despair.
It wasn't that an outsider had found out. The fact that her own two daughters had reported her made Min-hui's body freeze like ice. The guilt of having plunged not only herself but Sang-hui's entire family into the abyss in an instant overwhelmed her.
The sound of the thugs' fists striking flesh and Wan-ju's blood-curdling screams echoed through the air. In an instant, Wan-ju's clothes were torn away and his arms were twisted behind his back and bound with rope.
"Uwaaaaagh!"
The thugs, gripping small whips, lashed Wan-ju's back, chest, and stomach in relentless turns. The brutal beating came from every direction at the hands of men who each weighed over a hundred kilograms.
As Wan-ju was surrounded and whipped, Sang-hui wailed like a madwoman and clutched desperately at Daeman's trouser leg.
"Stop! Hic... Please, stop... W-we were wrong..."
When Sang-hui clung to him, even the youngest, Hana, dropped to her knees and begged pitifully.
"Strip, you fucking bitches!"
At Daeman's roar, Sang-hui and Hana, mother and daughter, clung to each other and shook their heads in terror.
"Aaaagh!"
With her T-shirt ripped open and her upper body exposed, fresh red whip marks kept blooming across Wan-ju's back.
"Ugh! It feels like I'm going to die. It hurts... Aaaah... Please stop!"
Wan-ju had no chance to worry about his younger sister or mother. He rolled across the ground, body twisting violently under the merciless lashes.
"You don't care if your son's skin splits open? It'll be a bloody mess soon. Quit struggling and strip! Hahahaha, take those panties off too, just like the little milk boys."
Grabbing Wan-ju by the hair, Daeman yanked his face close to Sang-hui and Hana and shouted.
Sobbing, the mother and daughter began slowly removing their clothes. Trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of their light blouses. The hands that reached for their bra hooks shook so badly they could barely grip them.
Slap! Releasing Wan-ju's drooping hair, Daeman delivered a vicious slap across Sang-hui's face.
"M-Mom! Ugh, please don't do this! Let us see the Chairman!"
Hana screamed, pausing halfway through undressing.
The bleeding Wan-ju also cried out for the Chairman.
"Traitorous scum like you dare mention the Chairman?"
Daeman's slaps rained down mercilessly on the faces of the siblings and their mother.
He stripped away Wan-ju's dirt-caked jeans, which had been tied behind his back, and yanked his underwear down too. When he lightly stroked the limp penis, blood began to rush into it despite the horrific circumstances, slowly swelling it.
Soon it stood fully erect, reaching his navel. Wan-ju hung his head and pressed his legs together, desperately trying to hide his hardened member.
"Your son's already hard—what are you waiting for! Get those panties off, now!"
Daeman glared at Sang-hui and her daughter with a terrifying expression.
Kneeling on the cold mountain path, covering their breasts, Sang-hui and Hana shed tears as they lifted their hips just enough to slide their panties down.
At Daeman's barked command to stand with legs spread, the mother and daughter rose.
Hana's long, straight legs drew the eye straight to her groin. Against her milky-white mound lay a neat triangular patch of glossy pubic hair. Her breasts were easily C-cups, droplet-shaped, with pink nipples standing stiff and erect.
The flashlight beam compared the color of Sang-hui's calm nipples and petals to her daughter's. The slight age-related softness on her belly and the flesh of her buttocks were visible. Despite her cold demeanor, her rounded, generous pelvis and protruding ass looked obscenely lewd.
The thugs quickly bound the arms of Sang-hui and her daughter with rope and hurried them forward.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Haaaaaaa!"
"Kyaaaaaaa!"
The rod whip that had turned Wan-ju's entire back into a mass of purple bruises now fell without mercy on Sang-hui and Hana's buttocks and thighs. Their breasts jiggled as they tried to dodge even slightly, their faces twisting in miserable agony.
Humiliated at being seen naked by their own son and daughter, they screamed under the lashes while the thugs drove them down toward the main building.
"Haaaagh!"
With only her panties remaining and her gaze fixed on the ground, Min-hui's head was kicked sideways by Daeman's foot.
She screamed as she tumbled across the dirt.
Yeon-ju and Yeon-hwa, her two daughters, merely wore pitying expressions and did nothing to intervene or help.
"Hurry up and strip! The night air is cold—you'll catch a chill! Hahahaha."
With Yeon-ju and Yeon-hwa tucked under each arm, hands kneading the sisters' buttocks, Daeman spoke.
Min-hui, who had never even come close to violence in her life, wept miserably as she pulled her panties down.
With a tear-drenched face she looked at her daughters. Though their expressions were tearful while being groped by Daeman, neither of them uttered a single word asking if their mother was all right.
"Hic... Please don't touch my daughters that way, Executive."
Legs crossed after lowering her panties, Min-hui trembled as she pleaded.
"Wahaha! Worry about yourself! If the Chairman learns that you and Sang-hui—the highest-ranking members—betrayed him, his heart will break!"
Though the same age as Sang-hui, Min-hui's naked body was incomparably more voluptuous and elastic. Daeman's face flushed deep red at the sight.
Her naturally generous waist and pelvis, the perfect proportions of belly, waist, thighs, and calves—it was hard to believe she was the mother of two grown daughters. Aside from a slight layer of age-related fat on her lower belly she looked almost like a virgin. Even that softness looked sexy, and Daeman swallowed hard.
He shone the flashlight across her large, red nipples and her glossy, perky breasts.
He did not bother restraining Min-hui. As she stumbled forward awkwardly, trying to cover her nakedness, Daeman followed close behind with the two daughters clutched tightly in his arms.
"How do you like your mom's wriggling ass? Totally slutty, right? Hahahaha."
Daeman asked while squeezing the sisters' buttocks. Yeon-hwa and Yeon-ju only sniffled, staring at their toes inside his embrace.
The cold night air brushed across Min-hui's bare skin as she looked around nervously. As they drew closer to the main building she met the eyes of one or two villagers. The residents flinched in shock, and Min-hui lowered her head and hurried on.
The cruel whipping continued without pause for the group ahead—Wan-ju, Hana, and Sang-hui. Their screams echoed across the ridge under the moonlight, carrying all the way to the illuminated village.
Whether anyone watched or not, the thugs swung their whips, driving the naked siblings toward the prison in the backyard.
"Haaaagh!"
The four naked figures were hurled into Cell Two: Sang-hui, Wan-ju, Hana, and Min-hui as well. Naked bodies tumbled across the floor of a space barely two pyeong wide. When Daeman and several thugs entered with them, the tiny cell became packed.
Sang-hui and the siblings glared at Min-hui with eyes full of resentment and fury.
"Look what you've done to us! This is so unfair. I'll curse you for the rest of my life!"
Sang-hui screamed at Min-hui until her voice cracked.
"Ah, shut up already!"
"Ugh, I'm sorry! Please!"
Daeman seized Sang-hui by the hair and slapped her hard. Her head snapped sideways; blood welled on her lip as she collapsed with her face smashed against the floor.
At Daeman's gesture the thugs clamped shackles around Sang-hui's ankles and locked them to a spreader bar. They fitted dog collars around Wan-ju and Hana's necks, yanking the leashes painfully tight and hooking them to rings embedded in the wall. The naked siblings' heads were forced up, the collars pressing lightly against their throats.
The thugs hooked the chain leads from the ceiling rings to both ends of the spreader bar and hoisted Sang-hui upside down. Wan-ju and Hana fell into panic and wailed.
"Wahahahaha, shut the fuck up! You traitorous bitches and bastards."
A bright red ball gag with a hole in it was forced into the siblings' mouths.
Hanging upside down in midair, Sang-hui's heavy breasts sagged downward.
Swish swish swish swish swish.
The thin single-tail whip slowly coiled around her breasts and buttocks. When it lashed vertically from her bushy mound all the way to her anus, Sang-hui let out an animalistic scream.
"Haah... haah... Please forgive me—kyaagh!"
Listening to her screams, Daeman continued the slow, deliberate whipping.
"You enjoyed every luxury the community had to offer while holding a high position. Now you try to run? Open that mouth and suck, you worthless bitch! Haha."
He swung the upside-down Sang-hui back and forth like a pendulum. Daeman unzipped his pants and pulled out his limp cock. Sang-hui's head swung near it, almost touching, then swinging away.
"If you catch my dick on your own and give me one proper blowjob, I'll forgive you immediately."
"Aah... Haaa... Ahuuu!"
Wan-ju and Hana, necks pulled upward, squeezed their eyes shut at their mother's pained moans.
"Aah! Ah... It won't reach... ugh."
The suspended Sang-hui struggled desperately to take Daeman's cock into her mouth, but her outstretched tongue could not reach it. In the face of such horrific violence she could not even consider resistance. She only thought of obeying so she could escape this state. The wails of her screaming son and daughter rang in her ears, driving her to try even harder to follow Daeman's orders.
The guilt of betraying Sang-gu and the terror that she might die at any moment pushed Sang-hui's mind deeper into despair.
"Wahahahaha."
Sang-hui stuck out her tongue and thrashed with all her remaining strength. When Daeman finally pushed his hips forward, she managed to take the half-hard cock into her mouth.
"Move your head, ugh! Don't bite—keugh... Don't scrape with your teeth! That's it, suck harder. Look at this bitch, kuhahaha."
"Mmph... hmph... tzuump... ump... ump... phump..."
Saliva dripped in long strings to the floor as she shook her bright red face and sucked the cock. Daeman grabbed her hair and shook her violently.
"Ugh—augh—kuhap!"
He yanked her head forward and shoved himself to the root. The cock buried itself against her throat and Sang-hui gagged, spitting saliva.
"Uuuuump."
With his cock still lodged in her throat, Daeman pinched both her nostrils shut with his fingers. Her suspended body thrashed wildly as she fought to pull her mouth off him.
"Pwaaaa! Haah... haah... S-save me!! Hic... Please, I was wrong, Executive..."
Sang-hui gasped harshly, begging.
"Why are you acting like this after only a few seconds? Hehehe, is this your idea of remorse?"
Daeman pulled his cock from her mouth and looked down at her arrogantly. Transparent saliva ran down her forehead as she repeated pleas for forgiveness with a completely broken expression.
Clatter clatter clatter.
The rope holding the suspended Sang-hui slowly lowered. As her head drew close to the floor, Daeman cruelly caught her in his arms and gently set her down.
Once she was fully on the ground, the thugs removed the spreader bar and the bindings behind her back. Her head throbbed for a moment. When her dazed mind cleared, humiliation made her lips tremble uncontrollably.
Lowering her head, she saw that whip marks had spread widely across her once-pristine breasts, buttocks, back, and even her pussy.
Daeman, sneering, removed his shoes and socks.
"You saw the milk boys sucking, didn't you?"
When he extended his foot, Sang-hui knelt before it, shaking. She did not have the courage to look up at her daughter and son. Head bowed, she focused solely on his toes and pressed her tongue to them, sucking each joint with meticulous care.
Until recently, whenever she had glimpsed the milk boys performing such acts she had thought them dirty and filthy. Tears of humiliation poured endlessly down her face; Sang-hui's eyelashes quivered.
Completely stripped and bound tightly with rope, Wan-ju and Hana were drenched in sweat from the mixture of urgent heat, terror, and shame. The collars pulled high made breathing difficult, tormenting the siblings without pause.
The thugs laughed crudely as they kneaded Hana's breasts, then even Wan-ju's, grabbing buttocks, slapping them, and toying with lips and nostrils as if they were playthings. The utter inability to resist only deepened their fear.
How did it come to this... Why did I betray the Chairman... That insane bitch Min-hui...
While sucking Daeman's toes, Sang-hui swallowed her belated regret.
"Uuuump..."
"Phup!"
Saliva overflowing from the siblings' ball gags mixed with the tears streaming down their cheeks, dripping clear drool from their chins. The horrific abuse and the guilt of betraying Sang-gu made the family's hearts even more miserable and confused.
In the narrow prison the four naked people could not bear to look at one another's faces.
Daeman withdrew his foot from Sang-hui's mouth and slowly circled behind her like a predator eyeing its prey. Between her plump, flattened buttocks, the moist folds of her pussy were swollen and covered in spreading whip marks.
Crouching, he thrust his middle finger into her cunt.
"Huuut!"
He pulled out the finger drenched in her juices, stood, and with a sinister smile gently rubbed it across the bound Wan-ju's glans.
"Phuuuup!!"
Even with the humiliation of having his mother's love juice smeared on his cock and Daeman's creepy touch, precum continued to flow endlessly from the urethra.
Sang-hui closed her eyes and trembled all over.
"Mother and son are both dripping wet, wahahaha!"
Daeman laughed loudly while watching Sang-hui's tormented face.
Under the watchful eyes of the thugs, time passed while they remained bound. Then Yeondu appeared.
"Release them a little."
The thugs first removed the gags from Min-hui and the siblings' mouths. They unhooked Wan-ju and Hana's collars from the wall rings and untied Min-hui from her hogtie on the floor.
"I'm sorry! Madam! Executive! It's all a misunderstanding—ugh..."
The moment the ball gag was removed, the kneeling Min-hui began begging through her tears.
Facing Yeondu and Daeman's cold stares, the guilt of having betrayed the community tormented her once again.
"Hehehe! If you just behave and listen well, there's nothing I won't forgive! No need to apologize."
Yeondu smiled and stroked Min-hui's head.
"But if you say 'misunderstanding' one more time, I won't let it slide! You get caught red-handed betraying us and still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?"
"Kyaaaa!"
Yeondu seized Min-hui's hair as if to rip it out and shook her violently.
Slap. Slap.
Yeondu mercilessly slapped Min-hui's cheeks.
"Listen carefully! From now on, if I see no sign of genuine remorse, you'll be demoted below even the cow slaves!"