Pilates Instructor Park Min-a: Uterus Tanghulu, Part 1
This story continues from the prologue.
(Pilates Instructor Park Min-a)
"Ah... Ahgyaaahk!!!"
Boiling water runs down her labia majora, scraping against her labia minora and the mucous membranes of her vagina.
Wherever the boiling water touches, the flesh blisters and turns a sickly, chalky white.
The boiling water forces its way past her donut-shaped cervix, which is gasping in sheer terror—
"Ohgya... Ahgyaaaahhhk!!!"
—and parboils the inside of her uterus.
"Fucking stay still, will you?"
"We haven't even started yet, and she's already throwing a goddamn fit."
The men's snickering voices do not reach Min-a's ears.
"Hi... Higyak!! Ahgyaaahk!!!"
Min-a lets out grotesque, inhuman shriek after shriek, her hands twisting and contorting in agony.
She desperately wants to kick her legs and shake these men off, but it is utterly impossible.
As the boiling water steams inside her, waiting for it to cool down to a bearable temperature feels like an absolute eternity.
Yet, the boiling water that has poured into her vagina is barely a mouthful's worth; the kettle is still nearly full.
"Alright, here comes another splash~"
The man holding the kettle grins as he tips the spout once more.
"Shtop it!! Please shtop!! It hurtsh!! It'sh hot, hot!!!!"
Hanging upside down from the inversion table, Min-a thrashes her head violently from side to side.
Her eye makeup runs, smudging into ugly, dark streaks across her face, but she is past the point of caring.
Min-a used to spout the usual bullshit about how "makeup is for self-satisfaction," but deep down, she knew the truth behind that lie.
Makeup was meant to entice superior men, to make them pour their semen into her uterus.
To receive seed from a superior man and give birth to a superior child.
In this world, makeup was truly a woman's only means of self-actualization.
Except now, Min-a had been stripped of her human rights.
She was no longer a woman; she was merely female livestock.
She could no longer use her cunt in any normal capacity.
Her makeup was entirely useless now.
So, whether her makeup smudged or not, and whether her fair skin—once meant to seduce men—scraped and tore against the ground as she thrashed, she didn't care. She just kept screaming.
"Ahgyaa!! Shave me!! It hurtsh!!"
She lets out grotesque wails, tears streaming down her face as her body writhes and dances against the floor.
"Fucking hell, her face looks exactly like a goddamn panda."
"Ain't that great? Cunt-bitches love pandas anyway."
"Come to think of it, didn't those dumb broads use to bawl their eyes out when that fat bear went back to its home country?"
"Hey, you fucking cunt, you like being a panda, don't you?"
"Should we make her get fucked by a panda next?"
"You dumbass, where the hell are we gonna get a panda?"
"Well, fuck... if there are no pandas, we can just go grab a moon bear cub from Mount Jiri."
"And who the fuck is gonna catch it?"
The men chuckle, tossing jokes back and forth.
"Hey, cunt. You wanna get fucked by a bear?"
One of the men asks Min-a with a sly grin.
"Yesh!! Yeshh!!!"
To their surprise, Min-a's face actually brightens up.
"I... I'll fuck a bear! I'll even fuck a pig if I have to!!! Sho pleash... *sob*..."
Tears well up in her eyes again, melting away the rest of her makeup.
"My cunt... pleash don't pour boiling water in my cunt... I... *sob*... I don't wanna die... *sob*... I don't want my cunt to burn to death... *sob*..."
Still hanging upside down, Min-a weeps miserably.
"My cunt... pleash... leave it alone... Pleash shave my cunt... *sob*... pleash..."
She wails like a toddler, mindlessly smearing snot and tears across her face.
Looking at her face, now a hideous mess of ruined makeup,
"Ugh, she's fucking ugly."
One of the men shudders in mock disgust.
"But what can we do, cunt? Our meal today is amppong—"
"Yeah, you stupid bitch. We're gonna boil your uterus and eat it today."
"Once we rip out your uterus and eat it, we'll be sure to leave you a five-star review~"
The homeless men mock her, their voices dripping with playful malice.
"Ugh... *hic*... Mommy... Daddy... shave me... I don't... *sob*... I don't wanna die with my cunt burning like thiiish..."
Min-a snivels continuously.
"Why the fuck is she bringing up her parents? Fucking buzzkill."
"Ah, shit. Makes me think of my own daughter, goddammit."
"What? You had a daughter?"
"Yeah. Took her ada as a college entrance gift. Feels like it was just yesterday. Fucking miss those days."
"You crazy bastard. No wonder you got kicked out of your house."
"Fuck off. Why you gotta bring up sore spots?"
The homeless men continue to banter casually.
"Alright, Min-a. Here comes another round—"
The homeless man holding the kettle warns her again as he tilts the spout.
"Ugh... Ugheeee!!!!"
Even though only a few drops of boiling water enter her, Min-a's mouth tears open in a shrill, piercing shriek.
"You dumb bitch, we're just lightly parboiling it. What's the big deal?"
"Anyone watching would think we're pouring molten iron down there."
"Back in my prime, you know? I used to work right in front of two-thousand-degree molten steel at the industrial plants, huh?"
"Hey, why do you keep yelling at the girl?"
The man with the kettle actually steps in to stop the others from shouting.
"Calm down, fellas. Let me show you something fun."
He waves his hand dismissively.
"Hey, old man. Let go of her legs."
He requests the homeless men holding her legs.
"What's this? Weren't we making boiled cunt-meat?"
The man holding her legs asks, sounding somewhat disappointed.
"This guy's already got his mind entirely on eating. We haven't even 'played' with her enough yet. Why eat so soon? Just let go when I count to three."
"Fine, fine. I guess you've got something planned."
The homeless man with the kettle counts, "One, two..."
He tilts the kettle, pouring a tiny splash of boiling water directly into Min-a's cunt, and then—
"Three! Okay, let go!"
He barks the signal with gusto.
The homeless men release their grip on Min-a's legs as she hangs upside down.
Min-a's legs are suddenly freed.
"Ugh... Ahgya!! It'sh hot!! It'sh hot!!!!!!"
Suspended upside down, Min-a's legs begin to dance wildly in the air.
Her long, toned legs—once her absolute pride and joy—flail and twist in the air like a grotesque synchronized swimming routine.
"It hurtsh!! It'sh hot!! Mommy!!!!"
From her slightly discolored cunt, her urethra tears wide open, spraying a fountain of pale yellow urine high into the air.
"Fucking filthy bitch!"
One of the homeless men whips out a traditional bamboo flute—god knows where he got it—and strikes her cunt with all his might.
"Ah... Ahgyaaa!!!!"
Min-a's urine splatters off the flute, spraying in all directions like a sprinkler.
"Ah, why the hell are you spraying piss everywhere?"
"Of course the flute-villain had to strike."
"Fuck, that's not a flute-villain, that's a piss-villain."
Regardless of the men's casual chatter, Min-a—
"Ugh... Ugugugu...!!"
—collapses onto the ground from the inversion table with a heavy thud.
But the agony shows no signs of fading.
"Ugugu!! Gugyaaa!!!"
Like a clumsy breakdancer, she rolls around on the ground, flailing her legs wildly, completely unbothered by her bare skin scraping and tearing against the rough asphalt.
"Damn, is this what they call hip-hop?"
"She's a rising star, for sure."
The men snicker, tossing jokes back and forth.
"It... It'sh hot... It'sh hot..."
Thrashing her legs, Min-a suddenly bolts upright and spreads her legs wide into an M-shape.
"Too hot... It'sh too hot..."
Desperate to soothe the burning heat between her thighs, she weeps hysterically, slapping her open crotch with her palms.
It is a ludicrous sight, resembling a circus monkey frantically beating a toy drum.
"This fucking hilarious."
"She looks like a total retard."
The men's mocking laughter drifts into her ears, faint and dreamlike.
When slapping her crotch fails to cool the heat, Min-a bends her waist forward, puckering her lips into an 'O' shape.
"Huuu— Huuu—"
Hoping it might soothe the burning, she desperately blows breaths of air onto her own cunt.
"You dumb bitch, you think blowing on your burnt cunt is gonna make it stop hurting?"
"She's a special kind of stupid."
"Who cares? Dumb bitches always have the tightest, best-feeling pussies anyway."
"Ah, like that bitch from last time?"
Regardless of their mockery, Min-a keeps blowing.
"Huuu— Huuu—"
She continues to blow air onto her cunt.
"Huuu— Huuu—"
Min-a's cunt was simply too hot.
A short while later,
Surrounded by the men, Min-a drags her feet, shuffling along.
They were moving to a different spot.
Just moments ago,
while they were in the middle of terrifying and tormenting Min-a,
"Excuse me, gentlemen..."
A female police officer had approached them, her hands politely clasped in front of her as she addressed the homeless men.
"What? There are still female cops around?"
"Probably just a jotjip for the higher-ups."
"Hey, cunt cop. What do you want?"
The homeless men surround the female officer.
"Hieek... I-I mean... we received a complaint... a noise complaint..."
The female officer's face turns pale with terror, tears welling in her eyes.
"A complaint about what, you fucking bitch?"
"Speak up."
"Can't hear a fucking word you're saying."
The homeless men loom over her, barking threats.
"Oh, come on, why are you guys scaring the poor girl?"
One of the homeless men steps in, pretending to defend her.
"She's young enough to be our daughter. You guys are being too harsh."
Another homeless man chimes in.
"Ah, sorry about that. We scared you, didn't we?"
The first man who stepped in smiles warmly at her. However—
"Y-yes... thank... thank you."
The man's face is so grotesque, and his breath reeks so foully of rot, that the female officer shrinks back even further.
But that isn't the only reason she is cowering.
"Now, now, don't be scared. I'm only doing this because you feel like a daughter to me."
The man is squeezing her breast hard between his thumb and middle finger, pinching it brutally.
"Do you grope your own daughter's tits, you sick fuck?"
"That's why I said she feels like a daughter."
"Why don't you just say you fucked her too?"
"Didn't you know? Fucking your own daughter feels the absolute best."
"..."
As expected of a society of homeless outcasts, it is crawling with all kinds of degenerates.
"So, young lady, tell us. What about the complaint?"
"Well... a noise... complaint was filed..."
The female officer doesn't even dare to shake his hand off. She merely fidgets, crossing her legs in sheer anxiety as she answers.
Her breast is squeezed so hard that it is flattened completely between the man's fingers.
By tomorrow, her entire breast will be covered in deep purple bruises, causing her immense pain.
Assuming, of course, she lives to see tomorrow...
Ever since women's human rights were stripped of their inherent status through constitutional amendments—becoming something that could be artificially granted or revoked at will—public safety for women had deteriorated at an alarming rate.
The venomous joke once told by feminists of the past—'I just want to make it home alive today'—had become a literal, terrifying reality in the modern Republic of Korea.
Regarding this highly desirable(?) societal shift, one journalist sarcastically remarked:
"The self-fulfilling prophecy of the feminists has finally been realized."
Fortunately for the female officer,
"Oh, is that so? Well, I guess we'll have to move somewhere else then."
Having just secured a fresh piece of prey, the satisfied homeless men agreed to relocate without a fuss.
Men are predators.
And predators do not hunt when their bellies are full.
The female officer bowed politely, murmuring, "Thank you," before slipping away, keeping a wary eye on them.
Feeling the homeless men's eyes raping her voluptuous hips and modest breasts, she found herself growing slightly wet.
Fortunately, she managed to escape with her life, untouched by the vagrants.
In the modern Republic of Korea, it was a common occurrence for female officers to be raped and murdered by homeless men who had absolutely nothing to lose.
She let out a long sigh of relief, savoring her temporary safety.
At least, she was safe for now.
What she did not know, however, was that she was destined to be abducted during her very next dispatch before her shift ended, forced to star in a brutal, high-intensity snuff film.
She would never make it back home.
After the world changed, female officers who had previously enjoyed comfortable desk jobs and easy assignments—playing cop like it was a game of house—were intentionally and repeatedly deployed to violent crime scenes.
They became the premier actresses of the global snuff porn industry, turning the Republic of Korea into the undisputed mecca of the international snuff market.
This was also driven by the malice of their male colleagues, who harbored deep-seated resentment toward the female officers.
All in all, it was a truly beautiful society.