The Dog’s Devotion
Meiling had submitted. Whether it was by her own volition or the intervention of another, it didn't matter; for now, she simply crawled like a dog. Watching her, Jojun laughed. Beside him, Aila laughed as well. Only Yan Hongya, who had been watching the entire spectacle, held her breath and retreated into the corner of the solitary cell.
'Meiling...' Yan Hongya sighed as she looked at the broken woman. She had been unraveling for a while now, but to think she would eventually sink to such a pathetic display. 'I used to respect you, but now... I think that’s over.' Yan Hongya had served Meiling as her master, but seeing her master reduced to a dog made her affection vanish instantly. She decided to view Meiling as her equal, or perhaps even her inferior. After all, the true powerhouse was Jang Jojun—the noble figure she would have to serve from now on.
"Gyaaa...!"
"Is it hot?"
"Kyaaa!!!"
Hot wax dripped onto Meiling’s back. Aila laughed at the sight of Meiling writhing in pain. Jojun, sitting in his chair, gave Aila an order. "Put the dog collar on her."
"Yes! Master!!"
Aila, Jojun’s faithful dog, fastened the collar around the neck of Meiling, who was now ranked below her. Jojun stroked the head of the collared woman. "Meiling?"
"Ah... yes..."
"Dogs don't speak human."
"Ba, bow!"
"Hm? Ah, I suppose they say 'bow' in America. Why are you using American?! Say 'woof'!"
"Aah...! Wo, woof!!"
"From now on, if you like it, it's 'woof.' If you don't, it's 'bark.' Got it?"
"WOOF!!!"
"Good girl. Well done."
Jojun’s praise. A clear hierarchy. That was what drove Meiling mad. All her life, she had followed parents who were unfit for the role, and no one had ever truly managed her. Perhaps, in a way, she had been craving this strictness. She might have wanted someone to take care of her, or perhaps, to punish her. Regardless, Meiling, now turned into a bitch, was happy. Finally, she had a master who would guide her life in the right direction. She no longer had to tremble in anxiety. She didn't have to fear the instability that came with being cast out into the world. Now, she only had to follow her master's commands. Walk if told to walk, bark if told to bark, suck if told to suck, spread if told to spread. A life of such ease had unfolded before her. By becoming a slave, Meiling had cast aside the agency that humans were supposed to possess and was finally able to enjoy freedom in its truest sense. She no longer had to be trapped in the shackles of choice. If this wasn't freedom, what was?
"Meiling, come here. Kneel before me."
"Woof!"
"Good."
Jojun unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. For a moment, Meiling swallowed hard, startled by the sheer size of his member, which transcended any Asian standard. Being penetrated by something like that... wouldn't her pussy essentially be pierced through? Meiling thought. She wanted to be ravished, to be taken like a rape victim. However, Jojun, reading the desire in her eyes, decided not to give her his cock so easily. A bad dog needed to be trained, after all. The 'lust sensor' had been triggered. The more she wanted it, the harder it would be to obtain.
"Now, Meiling, open your mouth."
"Ah... aa...!!"
"Good. Don't you dare spit it out. Don't you dare vomit, either. Keep sucking until I cum. Swallow every drop of semen. If you spill even a single drop, you'll be playing with Aila."
At Jojun’s warning, Meiling nodded. She was confident. As someone with a naturally gluttonous temperament, she was sure she could swallow all of Jojun’s semen without spilling a single drop.
"Good. I like that confidence."
Jojun roughly grabbed the back of Meiling’s hair, twisting it into a knot, and mercilessly rammed his cock into her mouth.
"!?"
With the massive cock shoved directly down to her throat, Meiling’s uvula rattled, and a wave of nausea surged up. But she endured it, knowing that if she vomited or refused to suck, she would have to face a horrific playtime with Aila. 'Ugh...!' Meiling overcame the first trial. Soon, Jojun began to 'use' her like an onahole, not caring in the slightest about her comfort. Meiling’s throat was a top-tier masterpiece.
"My mouth is empty. Aila, stick out your tongue."
"Yes! Hehehe..."
Jojun kissed Aila while thrusting his cock into Meiling’s warm, wet mouth. Meiling was the embodiment of jealousy. Seeing Jojun lose interest in her while he was busy licking Aila’s tongue deeply, her jealousy felt like it was about to explode.
"Ugh...!! Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp...!"
Her fellatio became even more aggressive. Jojun felt the urge to ejaculate from the 'mouth-pussy' of Meiling, who was sucking with all her might, loud enough to make squelching sounds.
"Aila... suck on Meiling’s clit."
"Yes!!"
While Jojun was locked in a tongue-kiss with Aila, he ejaculated into Meiling’s throat. At the same time, Aila bit down lightly on Meiling’s clitoris. The second trial had arrived for Meiling.
"Ugh!!! Gulp. Gulp... Gulp... Ugh... Keugh...!! Cough! Cough!!"
Meiling could not overcome the trial. Between Aila’s clitoral attack and the influx of Jojun’s thick, viscous, and potent semen, Meiling ended up coughing. She couldn't swallow it all. In the end, she spilled some of the semen onto the floor.
"My, my... Meiling. Haa... you really... you're hopeless."
"Wa, wait... th-this is... *hic*... ha..."
Jojun frowned at Meiling, who had even hiccuped from eating too much semen. "Haa... lick up everything you spilled."
"Wo, woof...!"
Jojun ordered her to lick the semen off the floor. Meiling greedily licked up the remains of Jojun’s essence. Looking at the now-clean floor, Jojun commanded her again. "Haa... Meiling. Get up."
"Woof..."
"Now, arms up."
"Woof!"
"Good. Then."
Jang Jojun put handcuffs on Meiling’s wrists. Then, he connected them to a chain and hung them from the ceiling. Meiling had no choice but to stand with both arms raised.
"Now, you have to be punished for disobeying your master and spilling the semen, right?"
"Bark... woof...!"
"Aila. Are you ready?"
"Yes!!! Master!!!"
Aila pulled out various tools she had prepared in advance from a black duffel bag. Every one of them was a tool designed to make humans feel orgasm.
"Sister, let's have some fun."
"Ugh, wa, wait!"
"Wait? Where does a dog get off talking like a human!!!"
-SMACK!!
"Kyaaa!!"
A riding crop whipped across Meiling’s chest. Meiling shrieked, twisting her body. Her thighs trembled violently.
"Answer me again!"
"Woof...!"
"I told you to answer, and you make dog noises? Are you crazy!!"
-SMACK!!
"Kyaaout!!! Yo, you crazy bitch!!"
"Don't speak like a human!!"
-SMACK! SMACK!!
About two and a half hours passed like that. Meiling had to endure sexual harassment from Aila until she was completely out of her mind. Sometimes her chest was struck, other times clothespins were attached to her nipples... Aila handled Meiling in all sorts of vulgar ways that Meiling couldn't have even imagined. Honestly speaking, it was a fun time for everyone. For Meiling who was receiving it, for Aila who was performing it, and even for Jojun who was watching. It had become a world where everyone was happy. Everyone, except for Yan Hongya, who was watching this situation unfold while holding her breath.
"Haa... haa... st, stop... stop... woof... stop..."
After two and a half hours of sexual harassment, the floor beneath Meiling was soaked with saliva and vaginal fluids. Every time Meiling was on the verge of losing her mind, Aila would stop the harassment, and each time, Meiling would have to scream, begging to be allowed to finish.
"Phew. Master! Everything is ready!!"
Aila, wearing blue medical gloves, wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Well done."
Jojun, who had been reading a comic book with the background noise of Meiling’s moans—which were indistinguishable from screams—finally stood up from his chair. He was going to truly taste Meiling, who was now twitching at the slightest touch after having finished so many times.
"Hey, Meiling. Look here."
"Haat... haa... haa..."
"Good. Keep your eyes open."
"Heuuugh..."
Meiling licked her tongue, trying to lick Jojun as he approached. Jojun gave his thumb to Meiling, who was desperate to suck on something.
-Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Meiling drooled, caressing and licking Jojun’s finger with her tongue. Jojun soon pulled his finger away. Meiling whined, sticking out her tongue and panting as if disappointed. Her training as a dog was complete.
"Hehe. Cute."
"Pant. Pant..."
When Jojun stroked her head, Meiling closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, asking for more. During the time Meiling was being sexually tortured, Jojun had fed her a communication potion that the parasitic humans had brought.
"You'll die of dehydration. Here, drink."
"Heh... gulp. Gulp... Phew..."
"Now, speak like a human. We can talk now."
"Jo, Jojun-nim... pl, please... now... put it in... please... I can't take it anymore..."
"You wanted it that badly?"
"Yes! Pl, please...! My pussy is throbbing like crazy... give me your cock quickly!!"
"Tut-tut. You shouldn't be demanding."
Jojun smiled at Meiling, who was crying and begging to be fucked. He looked at her like a dish that had been perfectly prepared. He walked behind Meiling, who was crying and shouting about wanting sex, and pinched both of her nipples.
"Kyaheung..!!"
"You like it even though I only grabbed them lightly?"
"Yeees... I like it so much... haa... haa..."
Jojun took off all his pants. Then, he slid his long cock between Meiling’s legs. Meiling, hung from the ceiling with her hands and right ankle tied, began to move her hips diligently on her own. As the glans rubbed against her clitoris, she felt like she could finally finish. 'I want to go... I want to be penetrated quickly... fuck me... fuck me, Master...!'
Jojun watched her squirming in silence. Then, he aligned his glans with the entrance of Meiling’s vagina and repeated the motion of trying to insert it slightly before pulling it back out. Meiling began to shed sorrowful tears.
"Hehe... That's enough for Meiling. Aila, let's do it."
"Yes!!"
"Wa, wait!! It's my turn now!! It's my turn to be fucked!!!!"
"Shut up!! How dare a slave bitch speak."
"Aat..."
And so, Meiling had to watch Jojun and Aila’s pure love-making while left half-abandoned. 'No... Jo, Jojun... get away from that dog-like bitch... ah...! Internal ejaculation... I'm jealous...' It was truly the feeling of having the man she had a crush on stolen right in front of her eyes by some street-thug bitch, and Meiling’s heart pounded.
'Being stolen helplessly... for some reason, I like it... being stolen... why do I like it...?'
Meanwhile, Jojun pulled his cock, now soaked in Aila’s semen, out of her pussy. He left Aila, whose legs had turned to jelly, lying on the floor and approached Meiling again.
"It, it's my turn now!! Kyaaheuuut♡"
Jojun ignored everything Meiling was saying and, without warning, rammed his cock all the way to the root into her tied-up body.
"Haa haa haa...♡"
For a moment, Meiling felt as if an electric current had flowed through her brain. After losing her mind for a moment and regaining it, she realized that Jojun’s cock, which she had wanted so much, was finally inside her. Only then did peace find its way into Meiling’s heart. It is said that until Bella came down to the Abyss to find her younger brother, who hadn't come up even after his shift was over, Aila and Meiling panted like dogs beneath Jojun.