Please Give Me the Medicine
The naked livestock slaves had all gathered in the newly built first-floor prison. Chomp chomp chomp chomp sluuuurp huuup. From Sang-hui to the half-slave Yuseong, they buried their faces in the stainless steel bowls embedded in the long livestock wooden table and ate their evening rations.
Splash! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Ughhh!”
Yeondu strolled behind the livestock slaves as they ate, swinging her whip across their asses. They held back their tears and refused to lift their mouths from the ladles stuck in their holes. Today’s meal was the same tasteless mixed-grain slop as always, but none of the slaves left any behind.
“Ughhhhhh! Aaaah!”
Yeondu shoved the handle of her whip into Sang-hui’s pussy—the same pussy that had been tormented all day by the residents as a cum toilet—and twisted it. Sang-hui screamed, spitting rice grains from her mouth. A moment later, Yeondu pulled the handle from Sang-hui’s swollen red cunt and immediately rammed it into Hana’s pussy, who had been watching nervously from the side.
“Huuuup… ughhh! I-I’m sorry… Your Majesty!!”
Ignoring the painful cries of the slaves, Yeondu lewdly thrust the handle into every upturned ass and pussy she could reach.
Please… just while we’re eating… even a little bit like a human… No, I want to eat like a proper slave… Even livestock get left alone while they eat…
At the very end of the line, beside Yuseong, Jera glanced sideways with a bitter, miserable expression as Yeondu approached, shoving the handle into each slave’s cunt in turn.
“Puuup… huuuuaaaah! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!”
As expected, the handle was soon buried deep inside her own pussy, and then it was Yuseong’s turn to have it rammed into his asshole. Yeondu wiped the sweat from her forehead and, apparently tired, finally stopped her cruel little game.
Even while being whipped and having the handle shoved into their pussies, the slaves licked their stainless steel dog bowls until they sparkled. Sluuuuurp.
“Here’s your warm dessert, hehe. Dong-in, you spray some too. Hahahahaha!”
Daeman’s urine poured down onto the silver bowls embedded in the table. The livestock slaves, heads lowered and waiting, also got piss on their hair. The urine splashed out of the bowls and soaked their faces again. At Daeman’s command, Dong-in hesitantly pulled down his pants, shook his hips, and added his own stream of piss to the silver bowls that Daeman hadn’t reached.
“Hehehehe, you didn’t even think about drinks, did you… You’d better show some gratitude!!”
Yeondu cackled as she shouted at the slaves.
“Heeeeee… Th-thank youuuu…”
“Thank you… haaum… sluuuurp…”
“Churrrrp… suuuup… haa! Thank you, Master!”
They stuck out their tongues, offered their thanks, and with pathetic smiles lapped up every drop of the slowly pooling urine. Each one raised their voice in gratitude and flattery.
“Stand up!!”
Yeondu commanded. Only when their rulers or managers gave an order could they move away from the long livestock wooden table. They each picked up their silver dog bowls, wiped them clean, and placed them in the dryer.
Jera savored the brief moment of rest on her knees, the bitter, salty taste of Daeman’s urine still lingering in her mouth. About ten minutes later, they received the order to begin final cleaning. Like any group living arrangement, they ended their day with chores.
“Huuuugh… haaak……”
The slaves lay face-down, hands behind their backs, each letting out strained moans. They inserted the handles of their assigned special multi-purpose brushes into their own assholes. The end of each handle was an anal plug about five centimeters in maximum diameter. They gripped it themselves and pushed it into their rectums. This size slid into the slaves’ asses without much resistance. It was a cleaning tool with almost no practical use. For Yeondu, it was simply a multi-purpose brush designed to amplify humiliation and misery while stimulating their damp masochistic pleasure.
Splaaaaash!
Dong-in increased the water pressure and sprayed the floor and wooden table. He grabbed a whole bottle of cheap dish detergent and sloshed it everywhere.
“Do it properly! If I catch you half-assing it or cutting corners, you’ll end up in a cage, got it?!”
“Eeeeee!”
Yeondu cracked her whip against the floor as she spoke. The slaves, with the mini brushes clenched tightly in their mouths, answered loudly.
Splash! Splaaaash!
The whip landed right beside their heads. Holding back their terror, from Sang-hui to Yuseong, they pressed their faces to the floor and scrubbed with their entire bodies.
Please don’t put me in a cage… I’ll clean with everything I have, Your Majesty…
Jera vowed silently. Even without threats, she always gave her best, but she desperately wanted to avoid being locked in a cage like a piece of butcher’s meat and hoisted into the air. The Queen could invent any excuse she wanted and inflict whatever cruelty she desired at any time.
Excluding the seven three-pyeong cages, the nine slaves scrubbed the massive thirty-pyeong floor with their mouths. They crushed their breasts against the cheap tiled floor, dragging them along as they slowly, painfully advanced along their assigned lines.
Splash! Worst!
“There’s still grime in the tile grooves!”
Yeondu mercilessly whipped Eju’s asshole and pussy as she shouted.
“Haaaaaaaagh! Uuugh… Please forgive me, Your Majesty…..”
“Follow me!”
Yeondu grabbed Eju by the hair and dragged her. Eju crawled along as if being pulled by a leash.
“Lower the cage!”
“Uwaaaaaah! Mercy… Your Majesty, I’m sorry! I was wrong!”
The other slaves trembled in fear and scrubbed even harder, not missing a single speck in the tile grooves.
Clatter clatter clatter!
A mini cage suspended from a three-meter gantry crane—not from a ceiling hook—began to descend as the electric hoist chain unwound. It was a mobile crane with adjustable height. Daeman had brought it in after declaring that ceiling hooks were too dangerous.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“It hasn’t even been five minutes since I told you, and you’re already slacking, you con artist bitch!! Like mother, like daughter!”
“Ugh… Please forgive me, Your Majesty… I-I really didn’t see it.”
Yeondu mercilessly slapped Eju’s cheek and opened the lowered cage. Thinking of Eju, Dong-in hurriedly moved behind her and pulled out the plug lodged in her asshole. Eju obediently crawled into the cage and crouched down with a heavy flop.
Wiiiiiiiiiing.
Clatter clatter clatter!
The cage rose into the air. It stopped once it reached Yeondu’s height. The mini-cage was basically a square grid, but when Eju sat down, the bottom section had long openings that left her pussy and asshole completely exposed. Yeondu took the plug from Dong-in and shoved it back into Eju’s asshole.
“Uuuugh…… huuuuung!”
Not satisfied with just her asshole, Yeondu grabbed a long horse-tail dildo hanging on the wall and rammed it into Eju’s pussy.
Wiiiiiiiiiing clatter clatter clatter!
The human cage containing Eju rose all the way to the top of the gantry crane.
“If that dildo falls out, you won’t be coming down!! Hehehe!”
Yeondu shouted up at Eju, who was now dangling three meters in the air. The dildo and brush handle buried in her pussy and rectum swayed slightly, as if stirred by a breeze.
I really didn’t see it…… It’s unfair, Your Majesty…… My body’s already starting to tingle… hahh…
Eju squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head, carefully trying not to let the tail in her pussy slip out. She stared blankly into space with eyes that begged for mercy.
Once cleaning was finished, the evening milking of the cow slaves began. They had moved the milking station next to the livestock wooden table. Saem-mul now knew the routine; she squeezed her own breasts until they felt like they would burst and draped her upper body over the milking stand. The prison quickly filled with the noisy hum of the fucking machine and milking machine motors. The remaining slaves waited in a difficult facedown position. Faces turned toward the ceiling, they planted both palms on the ground beneath their chests, arms and legs straight, then lifted their waists to thrust their pussies outward. Their breasts swayed and hung outward. Dr. Cho walked around with his medical bag, performing individual checkups on each slave. He checked their temperature and examined every bruise and sign of inflammation.
“Haa…. lick!”
Dr. Cho spread open the pussy of Sang-hui, who was lying facedown, then fixed his gaze inside her and observed the state of her vaginal walls.
“She’ll need to rest for two or three days!”
Dr. Cho said, looking at Daeman. Like a ringside doctor signaling the end of a fight after seeing a pro fighter’s injuries, he waved his finger and declared the inflammation was severe.
“If the doctor says so, we have to listen! Cum Toilet Sang-hui gets three days of rest. Lucky her! Her daughter will just have to work twice as hard to milk out every drop!”
“Thank you, Master….”
Sang-hui, who had been holding the trembling, exhausting position for a long time, spoke with a joyful expression even as her body shook.
After the milking was complete, Dr. Cho slowly examined and treated every slave, including Eju who had finally been released from the human cage. Even the cow slaves’ nipples received attention.
Why isn’t there any medicine distribution…?
Sang-hui and her daughter couldn’t hide their anxiety. Ever since they had fallen to slave status, their periods had been strictly managed and they had been given birth control pills to take regularly. The other cow and pony slaves had been the same. But starting yesterday, the distribution of contraceptive pills had been cut off. No one dared ask Yeondu about it. No matter how low they had fallen as livestock slaves, none of them wanted to get pregnant in this situation. Except for the half-slave Yuseong, they couldn’t speak to each other, but that was the only thing on all their minds. Conversation was still strictly forbidden among the community slaves. Erin and her daughters at the villa had been granted some leniency, but here, even a single wrong word would bring a rain of whip lashes.
After confirming that Yeondu had left first, Sang-hui put on the most pitiful expression she could manage and cautiously asked Dr. Cho.
“D-Doctor… it’s time for the birth control pills…”
“That’s Madam’s responsibility! I have no authority over it!”
Dr. Cho answered curtly and turned away, packing up his medical bag. Daeman glared at Sang-hui, who was sitting properly on her knees. His look clearly asked what gave her the right to speak so freely.
Queen Yeondu, please……
Overwhelmed by the terrifying killing intent, Sang-hui shut her mouth. The other slaves also wanted to add a word and ask, but no one opened their mouths. They could only crawl back into their cages and lie down once Daeman permitted the end of the daily schedule.
Although conversation was forbidden, they were free to touch each other’s heated naked bodies as much as they wanted. Starting from the inner part of the building, groups of three crawled into the iron-barred cages: Saem-mul, Jera, and Hana; Eun-gyeong, Yeong-ju, and Eunhae; and finally Eju, Sang-hui, and the half-slave Yuseong.
Once the lights went out, the women naturally piled their naked bodies together, entwining their legs and caressing one another.
They’ll give us the pills tomorrow, right…?
Master won’t just leave us like this….
Each of them worried, but soon forgot. We’re slaves with no choices anyway….. It’ll work out somehow…
Saem-mul squeezed her milk-laden breasts, droplets of breast milk beading on her nipples, and kissed Jera. After repeating this every day, refusing each other somehow felt wrong. And being able to hold the beautiful Jera’s naked body and tangle their tongues was one of the few blessings granted to Saem-mul in this place. Without anyone initiating, they naturally pressed their lips together and moaned louder.
Hana, from the side, squeezed her own breasts and took turns licking the assholes and pussies of the two women. Saem-mul and Jera ground their pussies together fiercely. The slender Hana grabbed the only dildo and pushed her way between them.
“Haaung… haa… haa… huuuuuu…”
“Huuuugh… haaa… lick!”
“Churrrrp… haaum… haaaang!”
They communicated through their eyes and moans as the single dildo passed from hand to hand, plunging into mouths and pussies. Even though they had been drenched in so much cum from the people during the day, the women’s lust refused to die and heated up the night.
Sang-hui and Eju took turns sucking and licking Yuseong’s monstrous, bead-covered cock.
“Haaung… heuuung…”
Sang-hui, whose pussy was so swollen she had been given three days of rest, rubbed her asshole against Yuseong’s towering meat rod and moaned pleadingly. Yuseong’s rock-hard cock, which had already cum twice during the day, pushed into Sang-hui’s asshole.
“Aaaaugh…… haa! Haa! Haa! Huung!”
Sang-hui’s moans grew louder. Eju leaned over the prone Sang-hui and kissed her on the lips.
“Churrrrp… suuup… haaaum…”
Sang-hui tangled her tongue deeply with Eju’s, then gave Eju’s ass a hard slap.
“Ahk!”
Eju got on all fours and pushed her ass toward Sang-hui. A slap on the ass was a sign the slaves had created among themselves instead of words. It meant, I’ll lick every wrinkle of your asshole nice and wet for you.
“Sluuuuurp… suuuup….. haaaum…… heeeeee…… haaum……”
“Haaaang! Ah! Ah! Ah! Haaaaagh…. haaung!”
Eju pulled on her own clit ring, rotated her hips, and let out ecstatic moans. Sang-hui buried her tongue in Eju’s asshole and panted in the height of pleasure. Hot cum from Yuseong’s cock erupted from Sang-hui’s rectum.
The morning began with noise.
Four pony slaves—including three mare slaves and Yuseong—hurried into position in front of the modified carriage’s pulling bars. With Yuseong’s addition, their power had doubled, allowing them to charge down almost any path without hesitation.
Sang-gu and Yeondu stood before the four harnessed pony slaves. The two stepped on Eunhae and Eju as they climbed into the carriage. Chains were attached to the slaves’ outer labia rings, and a thin chain was also hooked to Yuseong’s thick cock in the center. Dong-in gathered the chains and handed them to Yeondu.
Crack!
“Move out!”
The carriage set off toward the Lecture Hall. As the carriage departed, Min-hui and her three daughters, bound with ropes, followed quickly behind on foot. Today was the day of the mother-daughter trio’s trial.