The Late Night Community Under Bright Moonlight
The community lay bathed in bright moonlight on this late night. The car's brilliant headlights drew steadily closer.
The Taiwanese subordinates guarding the main gate blocked the SUV and opened the trunk. Inside the three silver cages, pale, voluptuous female bodies trembled violently with shame. The men's eyes locked onto their asses, covered in a mass of dark bruises. They swallowed hard as they gazed at the slaves, every detail exposed from the wrinkled pucker of their anuses to the glistening entrances of their pussies, slick with arousal.
“These the madam’s slaves? Wow… they’re even worse than the cum boys, kuhuhu.”
Clang! Clang!
“Haaahng! Hnggggggg!”
When the hulking men struck the bars of the mini-cages with their batons, Eju, Jera, and Eunhae screamed in terror. They sobbed with frightened eyes, but the cages were so cramped they could only lie flat, unable to turn their bodies even an inch.
“What’s this? The one in the middle looks older, doesn’t she?”
“Haaah… Ahng! Please forgive me, sir! Hngh!”
One of the sneering men jabbed the end of his baton into Eju’s pussy. He even hooked a finger through the ring in her labia and shook it roughly.
No matter how far I’ve fallen as a slave, to treat us this brutally right from the start…
“Pass!! Wait in front of the main building, boss!!”
Rattle-rattle-rattle.
The big men saluted Sam in the SUV’s driver seat and shoved the iron gate aside. The SUV shot up the hill road like a bullet.
“Hey!! Long time no see!”
Yan, pulling a one-ton truck behind the SUV, waved at the hulking men as he passed.
The black SUV and white one-ton truck stopped in front of the main building. The Taiwanese gang emerged first to greet them, followed shortly by Sang-gu and his partner. The men who had come out from the community headquarters unloaded the rickshaws and carriage from the truck bed.
It’s nothing but men’s voices everywhere. Hngh, I’m scared… Where is Queen Yeondu?
At the sound of those beast-like, terrifying male voices, Jera shook like a head of livestock that had just been sold. All sorts of horrific images flooded her mind as she thought of Yeondu. In this uncertain, ignorant situation, Jera wanted nothing more than to escape. The terror of being thrown to the floor at any moment, beaten by huge men like Yan, or gang-raped crashed over her.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.
“Get down!”
When Sam and Yan opened the mini-cages, the three women moaned from their stiffened muscles and crawled backward in the exact same prone position, hips raised. The bells hanging from their clitoris rings rang savagely in the moonlight.
When Jera lifted her head after settling onto the floor, she saw Sang-gu standing affectionately with Yeondu leaning against him, arm linked through his. Turning her eyes slightly, she caught sight of other naked women in similar circumstances. Their heads were bowed inside the cages, but the large rings of their cow rings stood out sharply under the lights. Seeing the open prisons where they were kept—everything completely visible—her heart pounded even faster with fear.
“I trained all three as pony slaves. Do you like the gift I’m presenting to the chairman?”
“Not bad.”
Yeondu looked up at Sang-gu and spoke in a coquettish voice. Sang-gu gave the prostrate Eju, Jera, and Eunhae a cursory glance, then stroked Yeondu’s hair.
“What are you waiting for? Greet them!”
“This sow is Cum.”
“This toilet is Eju.”
“This toilet is Eunhae.”
At Yeondu’s command the three pressed their foreheads to the floor as they spoke their names.
“What kind of name is Cum? This is even worse than the cum-toilet boys!”
When one of the watching Taiwanese burst out laughing, his ridicule echoed loudly through the quiet community. Sang-gu went around pressing his foot firmly onto the heads of the prostrate Eju, Jera, and Eunhae. The three women trembled violently from the pain of their foreheads being crushed, from anxiety and fear. Even in this miserable state, the pussies of the naked women glistened wetly.
“Hnggggggh.”
Eunhae moaned in pain as the crown of her head was stepped on. It was humiliating and agonizing, yet the sound that escaped her was seductive, as if she were unbearably aroused. Clear strands of love juice dripped from her pussy onto the floor, and the person watching from above frowned.
“Making vulgar noises while greeting the chairman!”
Crack!
“Haaaah! Hngh! I’m sorry, Queen!!”
The electric stick’s plug spat sparks against Eunhae’s springy ass. In this mountain villa where common sense had been warped, pride and reason could not endure even a single second. Eunhae surrendered her mind to the masochistic orgasm rising from deep within her brain.
“Ahng… I was wrong, Queen.”
“Please forgive me, Queen.”
When the electrocuted Eunhae wailed, her mother Eju and Jera also broke into sobs. Yeondu prodded the anuses of the three crouched women with the electric stick. She didn’t press the shock button, but the mere touch of the cold metal plug made the slaves scream.
Sang-gu, who had been sneering at Yeondu’s bluff, stopped the stepping game and stood before Jera.
“The mare called Cum is the most charming. Lift your head!”
The moment the word “Cum” left Sang-gu’s mouth, everyone—from Yeondu to the Taiwanese—forced awkward smiles. His sudden plunge into depravity had become so extreme it felt alien even to the vicious Yeondu and the gang. At Sang-gu’s vulgar command, Jera raised her head. He grasped her chin and gently brushed her disheveled short bob behind her ear.
Jera’s whole body trembled at Sang-gu’s tender touch. She turned her eyes to Yeondu. As expected, Yeondu was glaring at her with murderous intensity over her lover’s affectionate gesture. Jera’s jaw shook with fear.
“Shall we take a little walk together?”
Paying no attention to Yeondu’s stare, Sang-gu clipped a leash to Jera’s collar and gave it a powerful tug. Jera, knees bent, waddled unsteadily as she began to crawl after his hand. Her breasts were crushed against the floor and she fell several times from the harsh pulls, but Sang-gu paid no mind and kept walking. Still holding the leash, he entered the marble-clad first floor of the main building. Past the thick double glass doors on the left side of the lobby, the smell of a birdcage stabbed at Jera’s nose.
So blatant. Does the whole village know about this…? I’m scared…
Jera’s eyes fell on a space roughly fifty pyeong wide. Iron-bar prisons lined the front wall. Inside them stood seven more three-pyeong cages in a row. In front lay a long wooden livestock feeding table at knee height, pierced with ten holes. Some holes were empty; the rest held stainless-steel feed bowls. Against the right wall sat two round one-pyeong dog cages. They were so tiny that merely looking at them made one’s legs go weak. The sign read “for dogs,” but whether it meant real dogs or slaves was impossible to tell. Looking up, two steel human birdcages hung from chains just below the ceiling.
W-what are those…? They’re barely big enough for one person. You couldn’t even move inside… It’s horrible… I never want to go in one.
The sight of the human birdcages floating in the air sent a chill through Jera’s entire body. Even as the leash pulled her along, she searched for the bathroom. The most vital part of a slave’s daily life—the toilet—was nothing more than a single small fixture tucked in the corner beneath the cages. There was no sink for slaves here either. Only a tiny showerhead hung above the toilet.
The leash on her collar yanked her, forcing her to crawl a full circle inside the prison. Circular rings were embedded throughout the tiled floor; she had to be careful not to catch herself on them. Both walls near the entrance were lined with electric beds, leather X-frames, various mini-cages, and restraint devices. Every wall displayed whips, chains of every size, dildos, anal plugs, assorted piercings, needles, and surgical instruments whose purposes were impossible to guess. Nothing had improved except the move from the mountain villa’s underground dungeon to this ground-floor prison.
“Hup! Master… eughh…”
Sang-gu yanked Jera’s leash so violently her breath caught. She didn’t know what to call him, yet “Master” had automatically burst from her lips.
“Mm… Sorry about that, Cum.”
“Hngh…”
Sang-gu pulled Jera to her feet and pressed his body against hers. With a lewd expression he stared fixedly at her naked form. He placed his nose against the crown of her disheveled short hair and sniffed like a pervert, inhaling the scent of her scalp. Jera’s completely bare face glowed with its own natural beauty. Even the silver cow ring piercing her nasal septum sparkled under the bright lights.
“Looks like Cum has suffered quite a bit.”
“N-no, Master.”
Sang-gu’s hand slid slowly from Jera’s breasts down to her pussy. Clean silver rings shone on her dark, flushed nipples as well. The piercings on her clitoris, inner and outer labia also trembled pitifully.
I’m losing my mind… What do I do…? Queen Yeondu won’t stay quiet. Please, just let the first day pass peacefully…
Terrified by her owner’s touch, Jera still trembled delicately and automatically placed both hands behind her back, assuming the position that would be easiest for him to fondle.
Zap!
“Haaang, Master, please forgive me, hngh…”
“Even though you’ve fallen to a pony slave, you’re still beautiful. Rest comfortably!”
“Ahng… Thank you, Master! I am not beautiful… Hngh, I am a lowly, filthy livestock mare…”
Please! Don’t do this, Master. The more you act like this, the worse my punishment will be…
Jera deliberately spoke her self-deprecating words loud enough for the nearby Yeondu to hear. Sang-gu rubbed his own nose against the cow ring that marked Jera as livestock, then gave her ass a light smack. After groping her breasts and buttocks, he released the leash and walked back to Yeondu.
Hah… I thought he was going to kiss me. If he had, the Queen would have strangled me to death…
Even while terrified by Sang-gu’s impulsive behavior, Jera’s pussy grew slick. Imagining being forcibly taken by the chairman and then retaliated against by Yeondu made her clitoris throb harder, swelling painfully erect. She hated herself even more for becoming wet at such negative, violent fantasies.
“You must be thrilled to have caught the chairman’s interest?!”
“Haaah… No, Queen. I am a lowly farm sow and a beast that pulls carriages, Queen!”
“Heh heh heh heh…”
At Jera’s desperate cry of being mere livestock, Yeondu’s murderous aura softened. She smiled brightly and linked arms with Sang-gu once more. Jera’s tear-filled eyes remained fixed on the electric stick in Yeondu’s hand. Yeondu seized the leash dragging from Jera’s collar.
“The birdcage smell is strong, so for the time being you’ll stay with the milk cows!”
Yeondu dragged Jera outside. Once there, she kicked the still-prone asses of Eju and Eunhae and herded all three—Eju, Jera, and Eunhae—toward the barn prison beside the main building. The three milk-cow slaves who had been lying there blankly quickly sat upright the moment Yeondu entered.
Those are the sisters I saw earlier. Hngh… Their cow rings are even bigger than mine.
Jera bit her lip at the sight of the milk-cow slaves inside the cages. Yeondu flung the narrow prison door wide open.
“Milk cow Saem-mul!”
“Yes, Queen!”
“For the time being, stay here with these pony slaves. No complaints, right?”
“Yes, Queen. Haa… I am nothing but livestock, a milk cow. I have absolutely no complaints.”
Saem-mul pressed her forehead to the floor and answered in the way she knew would please Yeondu.
“Greet each other!”
Yeondu unclipped the leash from Jera’s collar.
“This sow is Cum.”
Jera greeted her in a proper dogeza.
“This is milk-cow slave Saem-mul…”
Jera crawled into Saem-mul’s cage, which was less than one pyeong. Two female bodies became hopelessly entangled in a space too narrow even for one. A slave’s greeting did not end with words. Watching Yeondu’s expression, Saem-mul extended her tongue first and pressed it to the wrinkled pucker of Jera’s anus in a kiss.
“Hnggggg, haaang.”
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.
The chilling pleasure that spread through her pelvic muscles made Jera shake her hips and moan louder. The bell on her clitoris ring shook without pause.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Cum? Hang the bell on the wall!”
Yeondu spoke as she kicked Eju and Eunhae into the cages of Eun-gyeong and Yeong-ju respectively.
“Aaaahng, haa, it feels good, Queen! Haaa… I-I’ll remove the bell right now!”
While receiving the intense rimming, Jera detached the fastening ring of the bell on her clitoris and hung it on the wall. Saem-mul, lips buried in Jera’s ass crack, moved her head in perfect sync with Jera’s motions.
Hngh, i-it feels so good… How long has it been since I broke up with Yeonghwa oppa and received caresses like this…
Jera felt genuine gratitude toward Saem-mul for licking and sucking her from behind. After falling into slavery she had spent every night alone in an empty cage, covering herself with a shabby mat. Though the space was narrow and uncomfortable, the thought of sleeping while holding someone, skin against skin, made Jera’s naked body burn hot.
“There will be a formal introduction tomorrow, so keep it moderate and sleep early. Understood?”
“Yes, Queen.”
When Yeondu turned away, the attending hulking men closed the large door of the barn prison and followed her. The women inside the cages did not break their dogeza until Yeondu had completely disappeared into the main building. They even felt sincere gratitude that the men had simply turned and left quietly instead of slapping them. Six naked women now remained in the narrow prison, yet not a single word of chatter could be heard. They had carved the obscene and brutal rules of slavery into their very bones. None of them dared initiate conversation. The habit of searching for cameras and microphones had vanished. They simply assumed the devices were always present. Even if they were not, living as livestock slaves had made them forget how to take risks. Instead, the women’s pitiful moans and the wet sounds of fingers rubbing clitorises echoed softly through the space.
Ah… Sister, to think your nipples have grown this large… how pitiful…. Hnggggg
So young and slender… yet such huge rings are embedded in her outer labia…
They did not hide the pity and sorrow in their eyes as they looked at one another’s modified naked bodies. Jera and Saem-mul lay on their sides facing each other. Though they had met less than an hour ago, they liked the scent of each other’s skin. They pushed their tongues deep into one another’s mouths, twisting and coiling them together. When their cow rings clinked, Jera gave a shy smile. Saem-mul and Jera playfully rubbed noses and licked each other’s rings. Their hands moved downward of their own accord. Fingers hooked around each other’s clitoris rings and tugged gently.
“Haaaaaaa!”
“Haa haa ah… n-no, hnggggg…”
They rubbed lips and breasts together, hands roughly caressing each other’s pussies and anuses. Their wet crotches collided frantically. Their bodies burned with unbearable heat, yet they tried to stifle their moans as much as possible. Saem-mul moved first, pressing her pussy against the suction-cup flesh-colored dildo embedded in the wall and shaking her hips. Jera lay beneath her, tickling and sucking the clitoris ring with her tongue.
“Haaaaaaaak!”
With both hands she squeezed Saem-mul’s large breasts while her mouth engulfed the swollen clitoris ring and sucked hard. Her face became drenched in Saem-mul’s love juices, and white breast milk dripped onto her stomach. Jera hollowed her cheeks with strong suction.
“Haa haa haaaaaaaaa!”
Saem-mul’s premature climax poured down onto Jera’s face in thick streams. Saem-mul stopped her violently shaking hips and shuddered. When she pulled the dildo from her pussy, a long, white strand of love juice stretched from her opening. Saem-mul looked at the soaked Jera with an apologetic expression. Even without words, the emotion was conveyed. When the remorseful Saem-mul tried to caress her in return, Jera gave her a look that said it was all right and clasped both her hands tightly.
Whoosh.
“Hnggg…”
Saem-mul squeezed the dildo’s water container hard, spraying Jera’s face. With water and tongue she carefully wiped away every trace of love juice. Jera hugged Saem-mul tightly with a grateful expression and rubbed her breasts against her. The floor was wet and dirty, but neither of them cared. Feeling each other’s breath, body heat, and the rings on their naked skin, they held one another without letting go.