Seeds of Discord
The early morning air at the mountain villa carried a crisp chill. With a sharp whoosh, the human carriage bearing Taesik and Jugyeong rolled out of the courtyard.
Erin, Jera, and Eunhae. The tiny bells dangling from the nipple rings piercing their slightly lowered breasts jingled playfully with every step. Small bells also hung from the enlarged clitoris rings of the horse slaves, swaying in rhythm. Their slightly stretched labia rings caught the sunlight and sparkled.
Taesik gave the chains connected to the rings a gentle tug, then slowly cracked his whip across Eju’s ass, who stood in the center. The carriage pulled by the three horse slaves headed toward the pavilion on the upper side of the grounds.
“Aghh…”
Crack!
“Giddyup! Hyah!”
Jingle jingle…
The breasts of the three women pulling the carriage did not bounce wildly in all directions. Jugyeong had deliberately connected their nipple rings to their cow rings with taut chains so their tits would never sag. Their nipples were pulled upward, forcing the full weight of their breasts to hang from their nasal septums. The heavy cow rings made the tips of their noses sting sharply.
When they had begged that the weight on their septums was too much, the bells had been removed from their cow rings. In their place, tiny bells now hung from their clitoris rings, tugging the sensitive flesh downward.
“Is this the last time we’ll be doing this, sis?”
“What do you mean? Chairman Sang-gu said we can come live in the community anytime we want. We’ll be able to ride them as much as we like once we’re in the village!”
Jugyeong replied while watching Taesik, who held the labia chains firmly in one hand and lazily flicked his whip.
“The chairman’s village feels gloomy and… off somehow. It’s too dark. I don’t really want to go…”
“Aren’t you just seeing it through colored glasses? Taesik, if Yeondu ends up living there, I’m moving too!”
Crack!
“Hiiieeeek!”
Jugyeong’s whip lashed across Eunhae’s back. Eju, Jera, and Eunhae, who were pulling the carriage, heard the conversation between Taesik and Jugyeong but couldn’t quite grasp what it meant. They lived in constant fear and tension; fragmented words like these rarely made sense to them.
Taesik, wanting to make them pull the carriage one last time, circled near the pavilion and kept urging the horse slaves forward, his whip repeatedly kissing their soft, pale skin.
Crack! Crack!
“Haa… huu…”
“Huu… aghh…”
“Huk… huk…”
The bells on their clits swung heavily from side to side, making the blood-engorged, swollen clitorises throb even harder. Bright red welts and whip marks stood out clearly around the horse-tail plugs buried in their anuses. They had grown somewhat accustomed to the whip; even repeated strikes no longer caused as much swelling. All of it was the result of countless tearful sessions beneath the lash.
The three women had fully accepted their roles as horse slaves. Sweating profusely, they simply ran forward. Their breasts swayed heavily, and the sound of the bells on their clits echoed through the quiet surroundings of the pavilion. The tiny bells swung left and right, striking their inner labia rings and amplifying the lewd noise.
Clear, sticky arousal dripped from the three women’s cunts, soaking all the way down their inner thighs. The pain of Taesik gently tugging on the chains attached to their labia rings had become familiar by now. Sometimes, the agony brought with it an eerie, masochistic pleasure so intense it bordered on orgasm.
Whenever that happened, the slaves pressed their thighs tightly together as they ran. They rubbed their pussies as hard as they could and shook the bells on their clits even more violently, savoring the spine-tingling ecstasy that raced up their backs.
“Whoa! Turn!”
“Haaagh!”
When the chain on Jera’s labia was pulled a little harder, a startled scream burst from her lips. The signal to slow down and turn left was to pull the labia chain of the leftmost horse slave while saying “whoa.” The three Y-shaped chains attached to the three horse slaves’ labia rings could be pulled independently.
Slowing down and pulling the labia chain of Eunhae, who pulled from the right edge, would make the carriage veer right.
“Haa… haa…”
“Ughuu…”
“Huaa…”
The thick layers of sunscreen slathered on the slaves’ bodies like war paint had already begun to peel off in streaks under the rivers of sweat pouring from them. After circling the area for a long while, the carriage finally came to a stop in front of the pavilion. The horse slaves were at last granted a moment of rest in dogeza position.
Taesik and Jugyeong sat atop the pavilion, enjoying cool iced coffee from tumblers.
“But isn’t this decision a bit sudden? What are you going to do if things don’t work out with the chairman? Moving the whole household to the community…”
Taesik didn’t like the idea of Yeondu arbitrarily sending Eju, Jera, and Eunhae to the community.
“The chairman is completely smitten with our Yeondu. Why would you jinx it by saying something so unlucky? We’re leaving tonight, so we need to start preparing.”
Jugyeong smiled at Taesik’s grumbling, but she couldn’t hide her discomfort.
Fuck… After everything I’ve done to get us this far, she’s making decisions without even consulting me?
Taesik’s eyes grew slightly murderous.
“Still, you should at least talk to me about it! This isn’t a game!”
It had been a long time since he had raised his voice at his older sister Jugyeong.
“When has that bitch Yeondu ever bothered to consult anyone? We just have to understand…”
Jugyeong avoided his gaze and let her words trail off. Taesik stood up first, his face rigid.
The sight of an angry Taesik made Jera’s heart, still waiting in dogeza, beat faster. In a situation like this, even the smallest spark could fly in their direction. Having fallen all the way to livestock slave status, reading their owners’ moods had become the most important part of daily life. Conversely, a livestock slave’s own feelings were to be completely ignored and never shown.
“I’m heading down first!”
Taesik roughly grabbed the chains connected from the women’s collars to their labia rings. He cracked his whip across Eju’s ass to hurry them.
“Huuu…”
Eju trembled as she pushed off the ground with both hands and stood.
“Taesik… what are you doing? Stop! I told you to stop, you slave bitches.”
Jugyeong shouted.
“What are you waiting for, you livestock cunts? Move!”
Crack!
“Kughh!”
Taesik, now seated in the carriage, swung his whip. For the three slaves, this was the worst possible situation. Obeying either of them would mean disobeying the other. In an instant, the three women fell into panic, not knowing what to do as they wailed.
“We’re sorry, Master… Queen… We don’t know what we should do… Ahh… Please forgive us, huu…”
Eju, gripping the center bar, wept as she begged.
Crack! Crack! Craaaack!
Under Taesik’s merciless whipping, the three women screamed as the carriage lurched forward. Even though their master and queen had given conflicting orders, the pain left them no choice. The slaves could only obey the one holding the whip. Several fierce lashes with no restraint landed across their cunts and breasts. It was far beyond what they could endure.
“Hey, you meat toilet Eju! Jera! Eunhae! Do you want to die? Stop right now… Right now!”
“Haaagh! We’re sorry, Queen! M-Master is… Please forgive us, agh!”
“Please forgive us…”
“We’re sorry… huuuk…”
While being continuously whipped across their backs and asses, Eju shouted toward Jugyeong. Jera and Eunhae followed suit, begging for forgiveness as they pressed forward. The loud jingling of the bells echoed as the carriage quickly moved dozens of meters away.
“Hey! Taesik! Those bitches… I swear I won’t let this go!”
Leaving Jugyeong’s furious shout behind, the carriage arrived back at the villa. The three women trembled violently at this first-ever open conflict between Taesik and Jugyeong. They were equally terrified of the retaliation that would surely come for ignoring Jugyeong and obeying Taesik’s commands.
Taesik lit a cigarette and stepped down from the carriage without another word. The three women hurriedly pulled the carriage back up to the pavilion. The chains dangling from their labia rings dragged noisily across the ground since they hadn’t been reattached to their collars.
They parked the carriage right in front of the pavilion and immediately dropped into a deep, prostrate bow.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Jugyeong’s slaps rained down on them in order—Eju, Jera, then Eunhae. She roughly grabbed the bells on their clits, yanking and shaking them violently.
“KyaAAAAH!”
“KyaAA…”
“HaaAAAGH!”
With their unbound hands trembling, they screamed at the unbearable pain as their clits were stretched to their limits. For a long time they endured the slaps and pinching, miserably begging for forgiveness.
“Today the horse slaves will follow Yeondu to Chairman Sang-gu’s community!”
Jugyeong announced while the three women—Eju, Jera, and Eunhae—along with Erin and Jeyeon lay prostrate in dogeza on the living room floor. It was a unilateral declaration that they would leave immediately.
Ah… Jera is leaving this place…
Erin bit her lip against the floor, once again unsure where her daughter would be taken. The horse slaves themselves felt just as hollow.
“It’s not like you’ll never see each other again. Say your goodbyes by licking each other’s assholes like the animals you are!”
Jugyeong said with a smile, holding a glass teacup in one hand. Even though the beatings had lessened somewhat, she was still a wicked owner. As livestock slaves, they were to behave like animals. Even a farewell to a daughter who might be leaving forever and whom they might never see again could not be done freely. Any conversation between slaves without permission in the villa was grounds for severe punishment.
“Slurp… shluurp…”
At the command, Erin and Jeyeon crawled forward and pressed their faces right up against the three plump, peach-like asses. The three slaves in dogeza slightly lifted their hips and spread their legs. Erin and her daughter took turns loudly licking and sucking the three women’s anuses with wet, obscene sounds.
“Haaauuu…”
“Huuuaaa…”
“Ah… haaung…”
The tongue work swirling around their wrinkled assholes drew sweet moans from Jera, Eju, and Eunhae.
Jera, I’m so sorry. Forgive your mother who can do nothing as you’re sold off like livestock.
Sister… I hope the place you’re going is better than here…
Erin and Jeyeon shed tears as they shared a deep, farewell kiss with Jera’s asshole. After finishing the rimming, the mother and daughter crawled back to their spots and lay down again. This time, the three pony slaves took turns pressing their mouths to Erin and Jeyeon’s anuses, licking and sucking diligently.
Large tears welled up in Jera’s wide, beautiful eyes. She sucked and licked her mother and younger sister’s asshole wrinkles with such devotion that her B-cup breasts jiggled with the effort.
“Haaauuung…”
“Huuuuk…”
Erin and Jeyeon let out sorrowful moans and shook their asses.
“Stop licking! It’s time to go.”
Leashes were attached to their collars, and the three pony slaves immediately crawled out into the courtyard on all fours. Erin and Jeyeon remained prostrate in the living room, staring blankly out the window at the scene.
Jera wiggled her peach-like ass as she crawled into the trunk of Sam’s SUV. The bright red whip marks on her buttocks were clearly visible. In the past, even for a two-day, one-night trip, Jera had packed a huge carrier full of clothes and various items. Now that she had fallen to slave status, her belongings were pitifully few. A dildo, a dog food bowl, and the tiny bells and bells attached to her cow ring and clitoris ring—that was all Jera owned.
“Hurry up and crawl in! We’re already late!”
Sam shouted. The slaves folded their naked bodies and crammed themselves into the tiny cage where they couldn’t even straighten their backs. There was no time to think or mentally prepare. As livestock slaves, their duty was to go whenever ordered, naked if necessary. Even if they were sold to even more wretched and perverted owners than now, they had no choice but to follow helplessly. Once again, they were reminded of their miserable fate as livestock.
Jera, Eju, and Eunhae remained silent out of sheer terror. Their heads were filled with all kinds of pessimistic and horrifying imaginings. The more they thought, the more transparent arousal dripped from their pussies onto the floor of the cage.
***
First floor of the community’s main building. After the young men who had been helping with construction left, only Mr. Kim and Mr. Park remained to finish the final touches.
“Never in my life did I imagine I’d be building a prison,” Mr. Park said to Mr. Kim.
“At this rate, won’t we end up locked up here ourselves for some crime? Heh heh heh.”
Mr. Kim, who had been working after a few drinks, replied.
“Don’t say such useless things! What crime could we possibly commit? We have such deep and wide faith in Teacher Sang-gu. Why would you say something so chilling?”
Mr. Park spoke at length, as if pleading, trying to hide his fear.
“Look here, Brother Park. You know that Wan-ju who used to help us got taken away because of his mother, right? Things are no joke around here these days.”
Mr. Kim’s voice grew louder as the alcohol took stronger hold.
“We’re proud members of this community. What is there to worry about? All we have to do is watch the naked slaves and catch the rice cakes that fall our way!”
Mr. Park waved his hand as if there was no need to worry, but in truth, he was far more terrified than Mr. Kim.
Yesterday on the third floor of the main building, Mr. Park had witnessed something horrifying. Neither Mr. Kim nor any of the other villagers knew about it yet. A man was violently thrusting his massive cock into the anus of Wan-ju, whose body had been turned into a white porcelain vessel for endless semen. It was clearly a man with a cock, yet something about him looked different. His chest had been surgically enhanced into perky breasts. His skin and face were far too soft and pale to belong to a man. Mr. Park couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched the obscene sight of the huge cock being pulled from the anus and thick semen being shot all over Wan-ju’s face. Cum was also spurting rhythmically from Wan-ju’s own cock, splattering the floor.
Taiwanese business associates and their burly subordinates were slapping the faces of the two figures who seemed to be neither fully male nor female. Their faces were delicate and feminine, with long bobbed hair and full, voluptuous breasts that contrasted grotesquely with the hideous cocks between their legs. Tattoos covered their bellies, breasts, and asses, but Mr. Park couldn’t make them out clearly. They weren’t intimidating or powerful tattoos; they were vulgar markings that were difficult to describe. Moreover, both of them had multiple stud piercings along the underside of their massive cocks. Beads were embedded inside the shafts, and barbell piercings ran vertically through the glans on either side of the urethra.
The elderly Mr. Park had never imagined or seen anything so grotesque in his entire life. After watching for a while, he had quietly slipped back downstairs without being noticed by the Taiwanese man beyond the glass door. He didn’t know how to bring it up. All he could think was how pitiful Wan-ju looked with his face covered in semen.
*
Mr. Kim hadn’t said anything to Mr. Park either, but his heart was equally troubled by the miserable state of Sang-hui and Hana. That morning he had visited the warehouse prison to fix a faucet. Inside the narrow cell, the haggard mother and daughter were tangled together with a double-headed dildo, rubbing their naked bodies against each other. Mr. Kim had shown no hesitation in scorning them as lewd traitors. After all, Sang-gu and Yeondu had been standing right beside him.
“We are the cum toilet mother-daughter pair who betrayed the community. Please treat us even more harshly as livestock.”
Sang-hui and Hana kept repeating the exact same words. For nearly an hour while Mr. Kim worked and grunted with effort, their self-deprecating cries repeated at regular intervals. In this isolated space cut off from the outside world, they repeated the same phrases hundreds of times a day. It was the most basic and simple form of brainwashing.
Mr. Kim had fallen completely under Sang-gu’s charismatic spell. Yet hearing the parrot-like answers from the mother and daughter left him with an uneasy, uncomfortable feeling. As they declared their submission and humiliation, Sang-hui and Hana continued to rub their breasts together.