The Livestock Slave Contract
“I am Cum Toilet Sang-hui!!”
From morning until night, the mother and daughter who had starved the entire day cried out in desperate appeal, but Yeong-ho never showed himself. They clung to the hope that he would be home by evening, yet after only a few minutes of silence their spirits shattered completely.
“Aaaah… Yeong-ho-nim! Are you not inside???” The plea was raw with desperation. They called his name over ten times, sobbing, but no answer ever came.
If only someone would give us something to eat. I’d sell my body if it meant I could eat…
The ravenous mother and daughter rubbed their foreheads against Yeong-ho’s gate before turning away. Bound naked with their arms behind their backs, they couldn’t even turn a doorknob.
“Yeong-ho went to the main building! Stop that fucking racket and get lost!” A shout rang out from somewhere nearby.
The Sang-hui mother and daughter apologized for the disturbance and trudged dejectedly back toward the warehouse prison. In the atonement square the faint sound of tinkle tinkle tinkle drifted on the air as Saem-mul crawled toward the farm prison after her milking, her ass swaying. It was a depraved sight that had long since lost any trace of human dignity, yet it no longer drew curious stares.
The three milk-cow slaves crawling along while dripping breast milk onto the ground had nipples twice as large and long as those of the Sang-hui pair. Saem-mul, Eun-gyeong, and Yeong-ju—the so-called “milk girls” who had been the first to fall when the community began its descent into corruption. The same vicious public sentiment that had once condemned them now turned its teeth on the Sang-hui mother and daughter, who had been driven naked into the streets.
Whenever two or more villagers gathered, the conversation inevitably became a condemnation of how vile the Sang-hui bitches were. Even in the open atonement square, the four daily milkings of the milk cows no longer drew the crowds they once had. When Sang-gu declared that he found their breast milk delicious and began praising the milk-cow slaves, the community’s malice focused even more intensely on the Sang-hui family.
I wish I could become a bird… Hana’s hollow eyes burned with the urge to leap the wall and flee. Two kilometers down the road leading out of the community lay a shabby little corner store.
Milk… yogurt… snacks. I’ll eat everything I want! I’ll shake my naked body for them… I don’t need money… I can just suck the old man’s cock…
With her stomach completely empty, Hana’s mind spun wild, broken fantasies. Escape was impossible; she couldn’t even climb the wall right in front of her. She never made it near the main gate. Like a woman possessed, she simply walked back to the prison.
Neither Hana nor Sang-hui had ever known true hunger in their lives. The sensation brought an instinctive despair that not even the twisted pleasure of masochism could overcome.
In the backyard outside the warehouse prison, the hulking guards were already waiting. They seized the mother and daughter roughly by their breasts and asses, dragging them inside.
“Aaaah—”
Sang-hui and Hana were hurled onto the cold prison floor. They tumbled across the concrete, but they no longer had the strength to scream.
“Slurp… gluck… gluuuurk…”
“Slurp… slurp… gluck gluck…”
Driven by thirst and starvation, the pair sucked on the dildo-shaped water bottles like trained dogs. They took the huge flesh-colored silicone phalluses deep into their mouths, sucking frantically until cool water gushed from the holes. Once their thirst was quenched, the hunger returned twice as fierce.
Even after the guards untied them, their desperate pleas for scraps were ignored.
“Wh-when will Her Majesty arrive? I’m sorry, but I want to see her so badly!”
“Does the madam have to come running just because you bitches want to see her? You’re only acting out because you’re starving, hahaha!”
Yeondu was a devil, yet right now they longed to see her face. They wanted to cling to her, sobbing, begging for even a single crust of bread or a leftover scrap. The guards possessed the physical power to beat the mother and daughter into pulp with a single punch, but beyond that brute strength they held no real authority. Only the presence of Sang-gu, Dae-man, or Yeondu could pull them from this endless, starving abyss.
“Their lips are still clean. Looks like dinner was a bust too, huh? Hehehe.”
“Your Majesty!”
“You’re here!”
Yeondu approached the iron bars with a wicked grin, Dae-man at her side.
“We… we haven’t eaten anything, Your Majesty… Please, just once, show mercy…” Sang-hui knelt with a voice on the verge of death and looked up at her.
“Why should I show mercy to trash that the entire community has turned its back on?” Yeondu tugged on Dae-man’s arm, clearly enjoying the sight.
“I’ll do anything! Your Majesty, please—have mercy… give us something to eat.” Hana flattened herself against the floor and screamed with what little strength remained.
When Yeondu stepped inside the cell, Hana grabbed both her ankles and frantically licked her shoes, running her tongue over every inch.
Please… the dizziness is getting worse… I can’t feel my arms or legs… I have to eat something, anything, or I’ll die!
“How dare you touch me, you insolent bitch? Get off!” Yeondu kicked her in the ass. Hana screamed and tumbled backward, but the terror of violence had already been overwritten by hunger. She crawled back on all fours and clung to Yeondu’s ankle again, begging for food.
Watching her daughter’s wretched state, Sang-hui finally broke into tears. She buried her face between Dae-man’s legs and lifted her ass high.
“Please save us! Please save us, Your Majesty! Kkuuugh—we were wrong!”
I don’t care if they whip me. We can’t let them leave like this. I don’t want to fall asleep hungry. Please!
Sang-hui gripped Dae-man’s ankle with all her remaining strength. Yeondu’s lips curled in amusement at the sight of the mother and daughter groveling at her feet. She wanted to torment them even more.
“If you milk every last drop of cum from our bodyguards, I might be generous enough to give you one bowl of rice!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty…”
Exhausted, the mother and daughter crawled toward the six hulking guards. Each of them would have to wring semen from three men.
Haa… haa… I can eat! If I just drink their cum I can eat! Haaah… thank god… we’ve been forgiven… haa…
Without realizing it, Hana stuck out her tongue. Three guards stood before her; three more stood before Sang-hui, whose face was already twisted in humiliation. The men shamelessly unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. Not a single one was small. They were either huge, curved, abnormally long, or grotesquely thick.
Hana naturally took the cock directly in front of her between her lips while her hands flew to the shafts on either side, stroking them without pause.
“Please put it in… haaah… hurry and give me your cum, sirs…” She tried to sound seductive, but her voice was pathetically weak. Aside from a small amount of mixed scraps, she had eaten nothing since lunch the previous day—only a tiny piece of bread. Even the juices from her pussy had almost stopped flowing.
The guards, showing no mercy, took their time. They kneaded the women’s bodies, slapping their breasts and asses while leisurely enjoying the sight. Hana gripped the two cocks in her hands like handles, took the third deep into her throat, and began bobbing her head violently. The intense deep-throating soon made the guard’s hot semen flood her face.
“Mmmph… sluuuurp…”
Hana licked the spent cock clean all the way to the root.
It’s warm… Just two more loads on my face and I can eat.
“Haaang… Thank you for giving your cum to Cum Toilet Hana… Now please use both my holes…”
Wiping the semen from her lips with the back of her hand and licking it clean, Hana prostrated herself again and shook her ass. One of the men whose cock she had stroked grabbed her slender waist and pulled her up. He seized her hips, buried his massive cock inside her pussy, and began pounding her violently.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack!
“Haa… haa… haaang… uup… uup… uuugh…”
Another guard grabbed Hana’s hair, yanked her head up, and shoved his cock into her mouth. The huge glans battered the inside of her cheek mercilessly. Impaled from both ends, her naked body looked like meat skewered on two flesh-colored spits.
“Brrruup… uuuuugh…”
Saliva drooling from her mouth, Hana kept shaking her ass. Her exhausted body, fueled by the hope of finally eating, felt even more intense pleasure than usual.
I’m going crazy… Just a second—haaaah—aaaah—just a second!
“She’s cumming in less than five minutes! It’s getting shorter and shorter. Hehehehehe.” When clear fluid began squirting from Hana’s urethra, Yeondu laughed loudly.
Yeondu and Dae-man took turns slapping Sang-hui’s breasts while she suffered the same abuse right beside her daughter.
“What kind of education did you give your daughter? Hehehe! No wonder she betrayed everyone and ended up a slave!”
“Uuuup… kkyaaaaak!”
Yeondu twisted the nipple of Sang-hui, who was being violated right next to her.
It’s so pathetic… This happened because of Mom… Haaah—I think I’m going to cum again… It’s too hot, too full… I’m losing my mind.
“Huuup… huuup… haaaauuup… haaaaaaaaah!”
Overwhelmed by pleasure, Hana spat out the cock in her mouth and let out a bestial scream of climax. The clear fluid that had been trickling became a flood that soaked the floor.
“Hiii… haa… S-sorry… haaaah… I came again… haa… haa… uuuup.”
The guard in front of her grabbed her hair again, shoved his cock deep into her throat, and began thrusting. Hana barely managed to clutch the man’s ass as her breasts and buttocks trembled violently. Like meat hanging in a butcher’s shop, her voluptuous body jiggled every time the guards slammed into her.
The three men coordinated their timing and stood before Hana’s face. She squatted, closed her eyes, and stuck out her tongue as far as it would go.
Splurt. Spluuuuurt.
Semen rained down on her like a storm. Hana used both hands to smear the sticky load across her face and breasts, massaging it into her skin. She licked the thick strands clinging between her fingers and palms with frantic swipes of her tongue.
“Th-thank you for the cum, Your Majesty.”
Having completed her master’s order, the slave Hana pressed her forehead to the floor and raised her ass high. Her mother, Sang-hui, was still receiving the loads from her three men, her obscene moans growing louder. Hana ground her semen-covered face and breasts into the floor and listened for a long time to her mother’s sharp cries.
Finally Sang-hui, too, pressed her face—now plastered with three loads of semen—to the floor and lifted her ass high.
“Uuuup… ugh.”
“Aaaauuugh…”
Yeondu stepped on both their heads. The knowledge that they would finally be allowed to eat, combined with the addictive pleasure of masochism, made the mother and daughter’s pussies grow wet again. The psychological ecstasy of having their heads stepped on was enough to make their cunts throb. It was a terrifying, filthy pleasure that only slaves who had lost everything could experience.
Yeondu took out her phone and called Dong-in. The man came running in a fluster, carrying a small portion of rice, one boiled egg, and a pickled cucumber. He dumped it all into a plastic bowl with a few contemptuous flicks.
The mother and daughter lifted their semen-streaked faces, wiped their eyes, and looked up at Yeondu with desperate longing.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes! Your Majesty!”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“If it feels good, bark like a bitch in heat! Hahaha!”
Without hesitation the mother and daughter squatted, clenched their fists, and pulled them against their chests.
“Hehehehe woof! Woof! Hehehehe!”
“Woof… woof woof woof… woof!”
Both mother and daughter stuck out their tongues and barked loudly. They kept their clenched fists pulled tight, mimicking pathetic dog paws while shaking their asses. Neither could bear to look at the other’s humiliating display, so they kept their eyes slightly closed. Dae-man and the guards pointed at them, arguing over who looked more like a mutt, and burst into roaring laughter.
“Eat!”
The moment Yeondu gave the order, the pair slammed their faces into the bowl and devoured everything in seconds.
“Slurp… mmm… sluuuurp.”
“Huuup… mmm… mmm mmm…”
Sang-hui licked the bowl again and again, determined not to miss a single grain of rice or speck of crushed yolk.
It’s delicious. More, please, more. It’s not enough—I want more.
Hana, too, licked the dog bowl with open regret.
“How pitiful. Even though you’re traitors, should I start giving you proper rations again? Would you like that?”
“Y-yes!! Your Majesty!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!”
With faces filthy from semen and rice, the mother and daughter shouted at the top of their lungs.
Yeondu tossed two sheets of paper in front of them.
“Read it out loud and stamp it with your palms!”
Hana hereby abandons her humanity and from this day forward shall live as Sang-gu-nim’s livestock slave.
All rights to ownership, health, and bodily modification belong exclusively to the Master. The livestock slave shall atone daily for her sins against the community through pain, humiliation, and absolute obedience.
Livestock slave Hana is a perverted bitch to the bone who masturbated every single day while fantasizing about betraying Sang-gu-nim and being tormented by the residents!
Regardless of how cruel or inhumane the command, the livestock slave shall obey without question. Tattoos, piercings, branding, and any other modifications the Master desires shall be accepted with joy.
Just seeing the word “slave” is enough to make me wet now. How did it come to this…?
With trembling hands, Hana read the paper aloud. Unlike her mother, who had been sobbing and glancing at her daughter from the very first line, Hana read the entire contract in a loud, clear voice without faltering.
Maybe this is what I was always meant to be—naked, miserable, and dripping wet.
Hana surrendered her body to the pleasure of masochism. There seemed to be no escape except the path of a thoroughgoing, perverted masochist. Even this life was better than death. She told herself she wouldn’t mind living every day as a begging piece of livestock.
“I shall… obey any command, no matter how cruel… and will gladly accept tattoos, piercings, branding, and any modifications Master desires…”
Body modification…? That’s too terrifying… Will I end up like the milk cows…?
No matter how hard she tried to steady herself by picturing Sang-gu’s face, her voice still shook when she reached the section about modification.
Outside the prison bars, Dong-in filmed the mother and daughter’s immoral slave declaration in close-up. They read every last line clearly until the end.
“You stamp it with your pussy juice. Hana, start by shoving your hand into Mommy’s cunt.”
At Yeondu’s cruel command, Hana lowered her face first and licked her mother’s clitoris. Foreplay was mandatory before any penetration.
“Haaah! Aaaah…”
The electric jolt of pleasure made Sang-hui shake her head. Still on her knees, she spread her legs wider to receive her daughter’s caress. While licking her mother’s swollen clit, Hana rolled her hand into a narrow shape and roughly rubbed the entrance before slowly pushing inside, stretching the pussy open.
“Hiiiiik!”
When enough love juice had poured out and the vaginal muscles had fully relaxed, Hana clenched her fist and slowly twisted it deeper inside.
“That’s enough. Pull it out and stamp the paper!”
Haa… just a little more… just a little longer… haaah…
Even as she cursed the intrusion, the moment her daughter’s fist left her pussy Sang-hui gasped with frustration at the sudden emptiness. Hana withdrew her juice-drenched fist, spread her palm, and pressed it firmly onto the livestock slave contract.
“Mmmph…”
Leaving her twitching, gaping cunt behind, Sang-hui now began licking and sucking her daughter’s pussy and asshole. Unlike her mother, Hana came twice during the fisting and even lost control of her bladder. While enduring Yeondu’s mockery and contempt, Hana loudly apologized over and over for pissing herself. The prison filled with the thick scent of the mother and daughter’s overflowing arousal.
Finally, Sang-hui pressed her right palm—covered in her daughter’s juices—firmly onto the contract.