The Pony Slaves' Punishment
The medicine had to be taken, but the whipping on the slaves’ flushed buttocks and hips showed no sign of stopping.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ahk!”
“Haaaah!”
The three horse slaves’ breasts bounced heavily up and down with every stride. Jingle jingle jingle jingle. Only Yuseong’s artificially protruding breasts, those of a half-slave, showed minimal movement. The large rings piercing his nipples swung painfully from side to side, far more agonizing than the others’.
“Whoa, whoa!”
When Yeondu yanked the chains attached to their labia and cocks, the slaves stopped with sharp, pained moans.
“Should we take one lap around the chairman’s field before we go back?”
“Yeah. Tell them to wait a little longer.”
Although the entire village had already gathered inside the lecture hall, they turned the carriage toward the lower exercise ground. Circling the outer edge made it a massive track of over four hundred meters. The ground was slightly damp from the early morning rain.
As the four barefoot slaves stepped onto the sandy surface, Yeondu cracked her whip even harder.
“Faster! I want maximum speed!”
The pony slaves lifted their legs at sharp right angles and picked up the pace. The ringing of the cow rings echoed across the exercise ground shrouded in low-hanging mist.
“Hah! Haa! Hah! Haa! Haa! Haa!”
Eunhae, positioned at the far left with her relatively short legs and weaker stamina, was already panting harshly. Her grip on the handles weakened; she was barely keeping up with the running itself.
Whiiish—crack! Crack!
“KyaAAAAAAGH!”
“You’re falling behind already? Run faster!”
CRACK!
“Kyaaaaaaaagh! Haa… haa… Yes, my Queen… haa… haa… haa!”
Eunhae squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming, and raised her voice in desperate pleas. Past the two-hundred-meter mark, she could no longer keep up with the carriage’s pace centered on Yuseong.
No… Please… If I fall behind, I’ll tumble backward and crash into the Chairman and the Queen…
But she simply couldn’t run anymore. Eunhae repeatedly clutched the handles, ran, then let herself be dragged.
I’m sorry… I can’t keep up…
Being dragged across the sand and becoming nothing but dead weight for her fellow slaves made her feel utterly pathetic. Though Yeondu’s orders were unreasonable and cruel, a slave could not blame her Queen. Therefore, every failure had to be her own fault.
Even Yuseong, whose entire body was drenched in sweat and whose cow ring bell rang with every step, noticed the exhausted Eunhae and tried to slow down slightly.
CRACK!
“Ughhhk!”
“Who told you to slow down?!”
The whip coiled around Yuseong’s saline-enhanced, perky breasts and nipples. Yuseong immediately regretted feeling any pity for Eunhae and sped up again.
By the time they completed one full lap, Eunhae was no longer pulling the carriage at all. She kicked her legs uselessly in the air, merely matching the rhythm as if being carried along. Her full body weight now rested entirely on the remaining three pony slaves.
Entering the second lap, Eunhae began to be dragged along while clinging to the front handle.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Uaaagh… haeuk… heuuk… P-please… mercy…”
Yeondu’s whip lashed mercilessly across Eunhae’s ass. Stretched out like Superman in a diagonal line, legs fully extended, Eunhae could no longer match her steps and was simply hauled forward.
“Stop! Whoa, whoa!”
“Krrrrrrk!”
The carriage halted as the slaves’ labia chains were yanked viciously.
“I’ve been displeased with you for days… What the hell is a horse slave good for if she can’t even pull a single carriage properly?! You arrogant meat toilet bitch!”
Yeondu detached only Eunhae’s labia chain and wrapped it tightly around her hand. Then she jerked the shortened chain upward with brutal force.
“Kyaaaaaaaah…… haaa… haaaaaah!”
With her right hand, Yeondu pulled Eunhae’s labia to their absolute limit while her left hand slapped the girl’s face as if trying to crush it.
“Haa… haa… huuuuagh! I’m sorry, my Queen! This dirty meat toilet begs for mercy just once! Aaaaagh! I have committed a mortal sin! Krrrk!”
With her labia stretched to the breaking point, Eunhae rose onto her tiptoes until even her toes were arched, screaming in agony. The hand that had been slapping her now seized her cow ring and yanked downward violently.
“Uuuuugh! Please, my Queen… I’m sorry. I’ll do anything… haaak!”
Pulled from both above and below, Eunhae could neither crouch nor lift her head. Her whole body trembled violently. All she could do was endure the pain and beg.
She was no longer a well-behaved student or employee. Even as the pain threatened to tear her apart, Eunhae refused to use her hands to block it. Any attempt to shield herself, no matter how slight, would only bring harsher punishment.
Haeuk… Please… Forgive me, my Queen…
Conditioned by daily sexual torment and brainwashing that had seeped into her very bones, she saw herself as nothing more than a piece of meat that must obey absolutely. Therefore she did not resist with her hands. Instead, she clasped both hands behind her back above her waist, emphasizing her submission even in the midst of agony.
In that state, Yeondu dragged her toward the exercise ground stands.
“Uuuuurgh! KyaAAAAAAGH! Haa… haa… haa!”
Head bowed, forced onto tiptoes by the chain pulling her pussy, Eunhae screamed like someone with an unbearable urge to urinate as she followed behind.
“Cum-dump! Bring the tail plug!”
Jera rushed over with a horse-tail plug clenched in her mouth, retrieved from a box on the side of the carriage. The sound of her cow ring bell mixed with the clinking of the chain dragging along her stretched labia.
With fearful eyes, Jera kept her hands behind her back, extended her mouth, and offered the anal plug to Yeondu. As Yeondu took the dildo with her right hand, the taut chain on Eunhae’s labia was finally released. Eunhae let out a half-fainting sigh of relief.
“Suck and lick it until it’s soaking wet!”
“Yes…… my Queen…… slurp… shluuuuurp… haaahk… heeeh…”
Jera opened her mouth wide and sucked greedily on the silver plug.
“Stick your ass out, meat toilet bitch!”
“Huuuung… huAAAAAAGH!”
The horse-tail plug, now drenched in Jera’s saliva, was brutally shoved into Eunhae’s anus. Yeondu then unfastened the clasp on the chain attached to one of Eunhae’s labia rings.
“You swear absolute obedience every single day as a horse slave, yet you can’t even run this much? The Chairman and I were finally enjoying a carriage date, and you ruined everything!”
Yeondu shouted furiously as she hooked the metal chain onto Eunhae’s clitoris ring. Every time she looped it once, twice around the metal ring embedded in the concrete stand, a hoarse scream poured from Eunhae’s throat. It was even more severe than the torment she had suffered at the villa when a string had been tied to her clit. Now it was stretched taut and fixed at head height.
Eunhae stood on her tiptoes, straining with all her might, and begged. When her hands instinctively moved forward from the pain, Yeondu seized them, twisted them behind her back, and locked them in handcuffs. She then removed the remaining chain dangling from the other labia and hooked it to Eunhae’s cow ring.
“Face the wall and reflect on your sins!”
“Huuuugh… I reflect, my Queen… haeuk…”
The chain connected to her cow ring was also looped through the same ring and pulled tight. Eunhae was now pressed against the wall on her tiptoes. Her unusually large, bruised, protruding ass and the prominent shoulder blades made even more noticeable by her bound arms stood out starkly against the white concrete wall. A long horse tail hung from between her buttocks.
“I was originally going to stop after just one lap, but because the meat toilet Eunhae messed up, the rest of you will share the punishment!”
“We’re doing two more laps with the tails inserted!”
Yeondu’s voice echoed across the now fog-free, silent exercise ground. The slaves, who had been forgiven the anal horse-tail plugs as an act of the Queen’s mercy, now pulled the plugs from the box themselves and pushed them into their own anuses.
Haa… huuuk… Please have mercy… Haa… haa… I’m sorry, Mom… Sister Jera… Mister Yuseong…
The pain of her septum and clitoris being stretched to their limits, combined with the guilt of making the other pony slaves suffer because of her, tormented both Eunhae’s body and mind even more. Her septum and clit were pulled so tightly that her body trembled delicately; she couldn’t even cry.
“Haa… haa… haa… haa… haa…”
After two laps—eight hundred meters—Eju gradually began to resemble Eunhae’s state.
Please… slow down!
No matter how much distance she had run before, she could not keep up with Yuseong’s pace. Yuseong wanted to slow down, but the constant whipping prevented him from changing tempo. He was also at his limit. With Jera and Eju’s pulling power greatly diminished, Yuseong’s stamina was being drained even faster.
Barely completing three laps, the carriage finally climbed back toward the lecture hall.
Just a little more… Daughter… I can’t end up like Eunhae… We’re almost there… almost there…
Haa… haa… haa… Fucking meat toilet sow bitches… Put some strength into it, damn it… I feel like I’m being pushed backward…
No, I’m going to be pushed back…
Pop!
Yuseong’s biceps bulged, his lower abs became sharply defined, and the carriage finally crested the hill. He had strained so hard that the horse-tail plug lodged in his anus slipped out.
“Wahahahahahaha!”
Yeondu and Sang-gu burst into roaring laughter. Rather than feeling humiliated, Yuseong felt only relief that he hadn’t been beaten for losing the tail. His entire body was covered in sweat. After experiencing extreme exertion for thirty minutes, his naked flesh was already exhausted and trembling.
You fucking bitches… Haa! Haa! Haa! Not using any strength at all… Haa! Haa! Making me pull everything alone… Aaaagh.
Cursing Jera and Eju, who were being treated worse than dogs, as “dog-like bitches,” Yuseong panted heavily. When he glanced left and right, neither Jera nor Eju could meet his eyes, ashamed. The delicate naked women had truly given their all. Though they had fallen to slavery, their intelligence had not diminished. Yuseong knew they had pushed themselves to their limits, yet the anger was unavoidable. Once reduced to livestock, one could not afford to consider others’ circumstances.
The labia chains were hooked onto collar rings, and the pony slaves collapsed to the floor in a dogeza position. Sang-gu turned the faucet in the corner of the lecture hall on full blast and sprayed cold water over their naked, prostrated bodies. The three slaves opened their mouths wide, tongues extended, desperately quenching the thirst in their parched throats.
No one paid any attention to Eju, who had been abandoned at the stands.
The three women in blue prisoner uniforms kept their heads bowed as the villagers shouted with open hostility.
When Sang-gu, who had been slightly delayed by riding the carriage, finally entered, the hall fell silent.
“Kneel!”
At Sang-gu’s command from the podium, the three mother-daughter trio connected by rope knelt in formal seiza.
The verdict hasn’t even been announced yet… but we already look like criminals…
Min-hui still clung to a faint thread of hope. No—she could not afford to let it go.
“Defendant Yeon-hwa, I will give you the first chance to speak in your defense. Why did you try to betray the community? Speak.”
“I truly never had any such intention, Chairman… Mother must have lost her mind for just a moment… Please forgive our family, Chairman.”
At 160 centimeters with a petite frame, thick glossy brown hair falling to her shoulders, large transparent eyes, pale long eyebrows, a small straight nose, short philtrum, and small plump red lips—Yeon-hwa’s soft, white, bouncy cheeks were flushed with fear. The slight downward tilt of her eye corners added an innocent charm to her lovely face. Yet here she stood, without a trace of makeup, wearing a blue prisoner uniform, trembling and pleading in a youthful voice. Even the prisoner outfit could not hide her E-cup breasts, which created a prominent curve across her chest.
“Yeon-ju, you speak too!”
I’m scared… I’m terrified I’ll end up just like Hana…
Yeon-ju, who had secretly hoped for something resembling the trials she had seen on TV, fell into despair at the realization that this was nothing more than a stage for confessing sins. Even while being molested by the Taiwanese man, she had constantly rehearsed what she would say in court—her unjust circumstances, how much she loved and respected the Chairman. She had even practiced alone in front of a mirror. But the moment she turned her head and met Sang-gu’s eyes, no words came out.
Her face resembled her younger sister Yeon-hwa’s, but at 168 centimeters she was much taller. Her thicker, longer eyebrows, longer straight nose, and red, elongated lips gave her a refreshing, straightforward impression that matched her personality. The beauty mark beside her nose and long eyelashes made it look as if she wore faint eye makeup.
“Please forgive us… We must have gone crazy for a moment… Even now, we unconditionally respect and love the Chairman. We never wanted to leave from the beginning. My sister and I even reported it ourselves to catch them all at once! It was all because that cum-toilet boy’s family seduced our mother into making such a mistake…”
I’m sorry, Hana… Your family has already been reduced to livestock slaves…
After all, Sang-hui’s family and Wan-ju were not present. Although Min-hui had been the first to mention escape, Yeon-ju strongly insisted from the start that Sang-hui’s group had been the ones who suggested leaving.