Forced Feeding
"N-no... nooo..." Yeeun frantically shook her head side to side, pissing herself right onto the stark white instant rice.
Her urethra, forced open by the previous punch to her stomach, refused to close no matter how hard she strained. Because she had sweated so much during the consecutive gang rapes, the volume of her urine was small, even though she hadn't relieved herself in a long time.
"Fuck, the stench of piss."
"What the fuck, is this crazy bitch fermenting skate inside her bladder or something?"
Consequently, her urine was highly concentrated—a dark, muddy yellow tinged with a streak of blood—and it gave off a sickening, pungent stench.
"Fuck, that's not just skate. This is like that surströ... what is it?"
"Surströmming?"
"Yeah, that's it. Fucking hell."
"Eh, that's going a bit too far."
"True. This bitch is exactly at fermented skate level. Fucking skate-cunt."
Just to be clear, this expression is absolutely not intended to disparage any specific region. As 'RyonaJoa', I resolutely and strongly condemn all forms of regional discrimination and groundless slander. The term 'fermented skate' was used simply because it is a familiar fermented food that easily evokes a strong sensory association.
The men mocked Yeeun, feigning expressions of utter disgust.
"Hey, you fucking skate-cunt, are you fermenting skate inside your pussy?" one of the men barked, slapping her on the head.
"N-no... my pussy isn't a skate-pussy... It's just, *hic*, because I haven't had any water... *Eek?!*"
"Fuck, so you're saying our noses are broken?" another man growled, hitting her over the head.
"Oh, right, fuck, our bad. Yeah? Our noses must be completely fucked up."
"The cunt is always right, of course. We made a huge mistake!"
"AAAGHHH!!!"
An ear-splitting scream echoed through the parking booth as one of the men drove a thumbtack deep into Yeeun's other nipple. Her legs splayed wide once more. The thin, trickling stream of urine stopped for a split second before spilling out again.
"Can't let this precious stuff go to waste."
Meanwhile, the man holding the instant rice bowl hurriedly caught the urine trickling down her perineum.
"Look at her fucking crying."
"They say a woman's tears are the evidence, and this is exactly it."
"Right, you fucking bitch? You're not a skate-cunt, are you?"
"Ugh... *sob*..."
"Not going to answer?"
"*Hic*... Y-yes... yes... my pussy... my pussy is a smelly skate-pussy... My pussy is a skate-pussy, it's true..."
"Fucking rancid skate-cunt. If we carved out your pussy and sold it at the fish market, nobody would even tell the difference."
"Seriously, how can a human pussy smell like this?"
The men continued to snicker, kicking Yeeun's head and repeatedly stabbing thumbtacks into her breasts and pulling them out, subjecting her to endless torment.
A moment later, "Ugh, fuck, the smell..."
The man holding the instant rice pinched his nose in disgust. Perhaps because her urethra had been damaged by the physical abuse, her urine kept trickling and stopping repeatedly, making it take quite a while to fully drench the rice in her "holy water."
"Let's see... let's mix this up real nice..."
Using a disposable spoon, the man stirred the instant rice drenched in Yeeun's holy water. Though the volume of her holy water was small due to how concentrated it was, it was just enough to thoroughly soak the single bowl of rice.
Perhaps she had also secreted vaginal fluids from the sheer intensity of the pain, but the holy water mixing with the stark white rice had a sticky, starch-like viscosity.
"All done..."
The man stirred the rice for a bit longer, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. The instant rice, now mixed with Yeeun's dark, bloody urine and vaginal secretions, had turned into a grotesque, sludgy mess resembling pig slop.
"You're not actually going to eat that, are you?"
"Man, you're gonna catch some nasty disease..."
The other men in the booth watched in horror, trying to stop him.
"Are you crazy?" The man chuckled. "Pig feed goes to the pig."
"Ah, you mean this bitch?"
"Exactly."
Then, "Now, open wide."
He scooped up a large spoonful of the rice soaked in Yeeun's holy water and brought it to her lips.
"Mmph... *mmph!*" Yeeun resisted, shaking her head frantically.
"Why are you suddenly acting stubborn?"
"Open your mouth, quick."
Despite the relentless abuse, Yeeun desperately kept her mouth shut. But in the end, a woman is just a woman, and a woman always submits to a man's violence.
"Open... the fuck... up..."
"N-no... nooo!"
The men pinned Yeeun down, squeezing her cheeks with brutal force to pry her mouth open. She clamped her jaws shut so stubbornly that her cheeks began to tear and bleed.
"N-no... *mmph?!*"
With a wet, squelching sound, the sticky porridge of holy water and bodily fluids was shoved into Yeeun's mouth.
"Ugh... *uuugh*..."
The thick texture, the pungent stench of urine, the subtle sourness of vaginal fluids, and the metallic tang of bloody urine combined into a taste that was truly—
"Ugh..."
Just as she began to gag,
"Have another bite, you skate-cunt."
Another spoonful was violently shoved down her throat. Yeeun tried her best not to swallow, but the men squeezed her cheeks, choked her neck, and pinched her nose shut.
"Mmph... *gug*..."
With no other choice, she was forced to gulp it down. The instant rice, grotesquely topped with blood, urine, and vaginal fluids, slid down Yeeun's esophagus and piled into her ruined stomach.
"Did you enjoy your meal?"
"*Hic*... T-thank you... *sob*... thank you..."
Having finished her forced meal thanks to the men, Yeeun groveled in a naked dogeza, submissively expressing her gratitude. She couldn't take any more violence.
But then, "Ugh... *gack*..."
The nausea she had been desperately holding back finally surged up from her stomach.
"Blegh... *cough*..." Yeeun began to retch.
"Hey, fuck, this bitch is gonna puke!"
"Get something! Bring something to catch it, quick!!"
As Yeeun began to vomit, "BLEEGGHH!!!"
"Puke in here, you crazy bitch!"
One of the men rushed over with a red rubber tub—the kind used for washing floor mops—and shoved it under her chin.
"Grotesque, monstrous retching sounds echoed through the booth. "Blegh... *gurgle*..." With her mouth stretched wide and her face smeared with tears and snot, she threw up. "*Gack! Cough!*" The instant rice that had just settled in her stomach splattered back out into the tub.
The rice was now mixed with Yeeun's saliva and stomach acid, giving off a sickeningly sweet, fermented stench. Atop this foul-smelling slurry, Yeeun's tears and snot dripped down.
"Fuck, what a rancid smell..."
The vomit mixed with the stagnant, musty water left over from washing dirty mops at the bottom of the tub.
"Fuck, I can't stand this."
"Me neither, shit..."
The men with weaker stomachs covered their mouths and bolted out of the booth.
"Should we heat up another bowl of rice?"
Meanwhile, those with more peculiar tastes found themselves happily pondering a new form of amusement.
After a while, "Ugh... *pant*... ugh..." Yeeun gasped for air, trying to catch her breath. Having emptied her stomach completely, she had absolutely no strength left.
"Uuuugh..." Her ruined stomach gave one last convulsive shudder, and a yellowish, bloody bile trickled weakly from the corner of her mouth.
Then, "Yeeun."
"Ugh..."
"This won't do."
The man grabbed Yeeun by her hair and, "MMPHHH!!!" slammed her face violently into the tub. The wet, slimy pig slop completely smeared across her face.
"Yeeun."
"Y-yes, I'm s-sowwy. I was bad. I'm sowwy. I'm sowwy." With the grotesque liquid dripping from her face, Yeeun frantically apologized in a regressed, slurred voice.
"You know you did wrong, right?" The man smirked and pointed at the tub. "Then eat up."
"...Wh-what?" Yeeun stammered, completely stunned by the absurd command.
"I said, EAT IT."
"W-wha... what...?"
The man's finger was pointing directly at the tub of vomit-slop, but Yeeun tried to ignore it, babbling incoherently.
"This fucking bitch doesn't understand plain English?"
The man grabbed her hair again and, "MMPHH! GURGLE!" subjected her to a brutal waterboarding session in her own vomit.
A moment later, "*Cough... hack!*" Yeeun shuddered violently, the vomit-slop that had forced its way up her nose and mouth dripping everywhere.
"Well? Feel like eating now?" The man pointed at the tub again.
"*Sob*... I'll eat... I'll eat it..." Yeeun finally submitted.
"Then hurry up and eat."
"Y-yes..."
With trembling hands, Yeeun picked up the tub. She squeezed her eyes shut, but just as she was about to swallow the slop—
"I can't... I can't do it..." She slammed the tub back down onto the floor.
The tub wobbled on the floor, spilling some of its contents.
"How can I eat this... I can't... I won't eat it..." Yeeun wailed like a toddler, flailing her arms and legs.
"You won't eat it?"
"I can't... I can't eat this... How do you expect me to eat this?!" Yeeun thrashed around on the floor, her speech slurring into childish babble as if she had completely regressed.
"What... what did I do so wrong that I have to eat this?! What did I do?!" Yeeun shrieked, weeping hysterically.
"You did plenty wrong, you fucking bitch."
"You stood trial and were found guilty."
"That wasn't a real trial... I was framed... I didn't do anything wrong..."
"A trial is a trial."
"Why? When you cunts were throwing around false accusations, it was all fun and games, wasn't it?"
Indeed, just as the men said, the judicial system of the Republic of Korea before the revolution had been bizarre beyond belief. In crimes involving women against men, the proposition that "a woman's tears are the evidence" was accepted as a valid legal standard.
Of course, readers might object, saying, 'There's no way a judicial system would actually work like that,' or 'That's not how the law works. This novel makes no sense.' Regardless, that was exactly how it operated in the world of this story.
The greatest blind spot of modern justice is that guilt is determined not by whether a crime was actually committed, but by the verdict itself. As the saying goes, "As long as procedural legitimacy is secured, turning an innocent person into a criminal is an easy task." Under the guise of procedural legitimacy and with the tacit approval of public opinion, countless men had been branded as criminals.
And, "Did you bitches really think it would never happen to you?" The women of the Republic of Korea at the time had been too foolish to realize that the reverse could also hold true.
In other words, what mattered was not the truth, but "procedural legitimacy." Once the official judiciary was neutralized, the men established their own small courts—or rather, their own just courts—to secure that very legitimacy. In these courts, the innocent were transformed into the guilty. Countless blameless people became criminals. The only difference was that before, it was men; now, it was women.
"Ha... fuck." The man let out a deep sigh, scowling at the still-full tub. "Why do these cunts always complain about their food lately?"
"It's because these cunts eat nothing but malatang and tanghulu all day, so they've gotten picky."
"Looks like we need to correct her behavior."
"Exactly. When a cunt acts up, it's the duty of men like us to set her straight."
The men in the booth resolved to correct this brainless bitch's pickiness, even if it meant getting vomit-slop on their sleeves.
"Mmph... MMPH!!!"
Like a scene straight out of an old historical drama, they pinned her down and tilted the entire tub, forcing the vile contents down Yeeun's throat as she desperately gulped it down.