Geum-dwaeji Subjugation (4)
Geum-dwaeji Subjugation (4)
The mission was a success.
The target to rescue had been pulled out.
Just that fact alone meant Muk Seo-ah had basically already won. In the end, if she just held out and waited, she'd be the final victor.
She could unlock the chains and kill him herself. Or wait for the reinforcements Cheong-ui Gongja dragged in.
All she had to do was tank Geum-dwaeji's rage with her body.
Day 2.
The Minor Demons tormented Muk Seo-ah all day long. They slathered aphrodisiac all over her body, savoring her reactions as she got more and more sensitive.
"Huh... Haat."
Just a stroke on her thigh, and a little moan slipped from Muk Seo-ah's lips.
The Minor Demons weren't wearing any clothes. Their rock-hard cocks panted and throbbed around Muk Seo-ah.
"If you wanna get fucked, just say the word anytime."
"That ain't gonna happen...?"
Day 3.
Muk Seo-ah realized she was starving. Not a scrap of food or drop of water.
Instead of meals, they offered the Minor Demons' thick, cloudy cum. If she was hungry, slurp it up from the pig trough where they'd jizzed. An utterly ridiculous order.
Humanity disqualified, for real.
Muk Seo-ah, who could go a full month without water, trusted her stamina and flat-out refused.
Day 4.
Muk Seo-ah's daily routine was being surrounded by dicks and having aphrodisiac smeared on her nonstop. She was marinated in it all day, teased slow and steady. Her mind drifted far away.
"Haang."
Every touch from the Minor Demons made her body twitch. The Poppy Essence cranked up her sensitivity and lust at the same time.
"Surrender and we'll fuck you. Oink for us."
"......"
Muk Seo-ah chewed her lips and clamped her mouth shut.
Just a brush on her lower back sent shivers through her whole body—and in this state, if they went there...
The Minor Demons got off on Muk Seo-ah's face as she gritted it out on pure willpower. She didn't know it, but to anyone watching, this tough exorcist looked like a total bitch in heat.
"Soon enough."
Geum-dwaeji said, dead certain.
It didn't even register in Muk Seo-ah's ears, drowned in aphrodisiac. The world was a blur.
Day 5. Any other exorcist would've cracked by now.
They couldn't hack the aphrodisiac conditioning and just started oinking.
"...Still holding out?"
Geum-dwaeji's eyes bugged out in shock. He grabbed Muk Seo-ah's chin and yanked her head up.
Forced to look up, she let out a weak moan the second he touched her face—but those half-lidded pupils still burned with defiance.
"Huu... Haat. Other exorcists are coming."
"Holding onto hope, huh? Tough luck."
Anyone with that last mental fortress doesn't break.
To crush them, you gotta rip away the one thing they believe in.
Geum-dwaeji beefed up the prison guards.
Ready to fend off any exorcist who showed.
"Kuh... Heuk."
Muk Seo-ah waited for Cheong-ui Gongja. Killing Geum-dwaeji took at least two mid-level exorcists. Rescuing someone? Not easy.
Should've known better than to rely on others. Expectations just weaken you. Muk Seo-ah strained hard to loosen the chains.
Her aphrodisiac-soaked body was losing strength bit by bit.
Day 6.
They force-fed her Poppy Essence.
The ultimate poison hit her body, already revved to the max. Deadly just smeared on skin—it sure as hell wasn't for eating.
But Geum-dwaeji didn't give a shit how she broke.
Hell, he wanted her trashed.
Poured it down her throat, pinched her nose shut.
Breath cut off, gulp-gulp, the essence slid down Muk Seo-ah's gullet.
At the same instant, a massive squirt exploded between her legs. Enough to call it piss.
Even from outside, her lower belly cramped and shook visibly.
"Euu, Huu...! Haa...! Ku, Hiku. Hyaeut."
They tickled her hyper-sensitive body with a brush and left her hanging.
The Minor Demons hurled dirty talk while teasing her with the brush.
Soft bristles trailed over skin teased raw, leaving it quivering.
"Wanna cum?"
"First bitch to last this long."
"No need to hold out. We'll fatten you up as our sow—just oink."
Muk Seo-ah's lips twitched.
But she said jack shit.
"Stupid bitch."
One Minor Demon stroked her ass, and Muk Seo-ah arched her back with a freaky moan.
Day 7.
Muk Seo-ah's vision blurred. Seeing her wobble, the guy with his legs chained nearby started jerking off shamelessly.
Six days of edging. One nipple flick and she'd probably blow. A perfectly ripened bitch, right there.
He clocked it and lost it. Captive in Geum-dwaeji's prison or not, he couldn't look away, furiously pumping his cock.
Minutes later, he blew his load.
Prison pent-up jizz, thick and nasty, splattered across Muk Seo-ah's body and face.
"Hut..."
Muk Seo-ah stuck out her tongue without thinking.
Pure reflex.
Geum-dwaeji descended to the underground prison.
"Damn impressive. Lasting this long. Time to let you go, as promised."
The chains were nearly all off—thanks to her own hard work.
Truth was, since day 6, she couldn't even think straight about escaping.
Brain fogged. Only one primal urge: fuck me.
Her eyes drifted straight to Geum-dwaeji's crotch. That massively swollen cock, locked on her.
He caught the look and grinned like a sleaze.
"Almost free, eh? Think I wouldn't notice?"
"......"
"Pick one. Finish unlocking and bail, or get raised as my sow."
Geum-dwaeji chucked a Gak-jot on the floor.
Submit? Then oink and fuck yourself with it.
He dropped his pants, unleashing his huge dick.
"Be a pig. I'll pound you till you drop dead."
Fat slob body, but that cock? Monster. Shove it in wrong, and her pussy spasms out. Only a soaked, desperate bitch could take it.
Muk Seo-ah went limp at the sight. No experience, but she knew. That thing in her drug-drenched, sopping cunt...
No coming back.
Geum-dwaeji saw her face and knew.
No more chains needed.
Finger snap—chains gone.
Hududuk. Chains hit the floor. Muk Seo-ah, free as a bird.
Gak-jot right in front of her.
"Shove it in."
Geum-dwaeji ordered.
Dazed eyes on the Gak-jot, she picked it up. Her pussy throbbed like mad. Heart pounding down there. Body quivering.
Torch on the prison wall.
Dim light hit Muk Seo-ah. Her bod? Nipples stiff, slick with aphrodisiac everywhere, skin gleaming.
"Ha... Ut."
Sow in heat, plain as day.
No excuses—a horny fucking sow.
Faint pleasure buzzed through her. She shivered in the zing for a sec, then gripped the Gak-jot like she'd decided.
Just oink, and she'd be this yokai's fuckslave.
"Kku, kku..."
Muk Seo-ah mumbled.
Geum-dwaeji's pupils blew wide.
"Take this, you pig!!"
Ttut. Hand axe spat from her mouth.
Axe in hand, she charged. Straddled the toppled Geum-dwaeji, pinned his arms under her feet.
Axes flew wild. Peobeobeok-—yellow blood sprayed everywhere.
"Huu... Hu."
Gore soaked her. Blood hotter than the drugs, dripping all over.
Muk Seo-ah swept back her sweat-, drug-, and blood-matted hair.
"Kuueuk."
Geum-dwaeji still hadn't processed it.
Wait, why were his limbs snapped? Chest bleeding?
Situation sank in—eyes wide with shock.
"No fucking way! You endured? A whole week of that? That much drug's lethal for wild animals!"
No climaxes allowed. No bitch survives.
Sex torture shreds the soul. Willpower? Not the issue.
Wipes the person, makes a sow—that's how it goes.
"Drug didn't work? How?! What the hell are you!"
"Too chatty for three-layer bacon."
The aphrodisiac worked fine. Her body was still raging for orgasm, horny as fuck.
One touch and her back'd snap, collapsing. Pussy begging.
But battle rush crushed it.
Blood reek, thicker than lust, snapped her sane.
I'm an exorcist. Yokai's nightmare.
Mukmyeong, ghost-chopper.
Self intact, mind clear. Horny flesh? Whatever. Axe swings true.
Thwack. One leg crippled.
"Kaaaak!"
Kneecap smashed. Can't move now, fucker.
"Hey, fetch the aphrodisiac jar."
Muk Seo-ah barked at the Minor Demons. They flinched and obeyed.
As they hauled it down the stairs, she rammed the Gak-jot into Geum-dwaeji's gut.
Blunt wood tore through belly flab.
"Kheuup."
"A week, my ass. First time anyone's humiliated me like this. How long you gonna burn?"
Muk Seo-ah snatched the wall torch.
Lit the Gak-jot tip with the ember.
Hwarureuk-—limbs busted, immobile, Geum-dwaeji squealed like a slaughterhouse hog.
"From now on, you're Dong Tak."
Gak-jot in his gut roared to life. All that belly fat? Perfect kindling.
Pinned his chest underfoot, grabbed the jar from the Minor Demon.
Splash.
Dumped a full jar of Poppy Essence on Geum-dwaeji's face.
He slurped it down, gurgling, out of it.
Burning agony? Gone quick. Happy-faced oinks as he went.
Drug bliss, pathetic end.
"No shit, it was that strong?"
Muk Seo-ah took two jars over the week. Lethal overdose bath.
No one else survives that hell.
Muk Seo-ah sent a Minor Demon for clothes.
Loose-ass men's rags on, she bailed the cave.
Geum-dwaeji torched out—curse snapped. Pigs in the pen turned human, one by one.
They blinked in a daze, minds cleared, then bolted in tears of joy.
"I'm alive!"
"F-freedom!!"
Pigs dumber than people. Beast days? Memory wiped.
Just felt the yokai curse lift.
Fleeing rubes? Zero recall of Muk Seo-ah's shame.
Key detail.
Minor Demons fled the cave from her, heads rolled dead on surface.
Two mid-level exorcists sprinting in.
"Gotta hurry! Week since she got nabbed!"
"Eh, too late then?"
"Bullshit! That lad held out!"
Cheong-ui Gongja led the run. Gray-clad dude chased.
They halted at the entrance.
Muk Seo-ah staggered out.
"Y-you okay?"
Cheong-ui Gongja's worried ask—Muk Seo-ah flashed two fingers. Victory V.
"Exorcism... complete."
That said, she blacked out and flopped.