Slave Market (9)
Slave Market (9)
Clang.
The first sound Muk Seo-ah heard when she opened her eyes was the metallic clank.
'Fuck.'
It was easy to tell she'd been caught. Her hands and feet were restrained in a square iron frame shaped like a picture frame.
Iron rings fixed her wrists and ankles to the frame. Muk Seo-ah tensed her body to break free from the restraints.
Creak.
The iron rings slowly began to give way.
If she thrashed around for about an hour, she could probably smash the whole frame and get out.
Her strength wasn't overwhelmingly superior compared to her stamina. Breaking steel barehanded took about an hour.
"Where do you think you're going?"
That was when it happened. In the pitch-black room where nothing was visible, the broker's voice rang out.
He manipulated some device. The iron frame restraining Muk Seo-ah started to rotate. Once it leveled out horizontally, the frame stopped turning. Muk Seo-ah ended up lying down with her limbs bound.
"Who would've thought you were an exorcist. You didn't come alone, did you? We need to round up that guy who sold you first. Any more remnants left?"
"Tch, bullshit. I came alone."
Muk Seo-ah replied indifferently. She had no intention of giving the enemy any information.
The broker chuckled and smeared something on Muk Seo-ah's pussy. She realized too late that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.
A bizarre drug was applied to her completely bare slit. Probably an aphrodisiac or heat-inducer. By now, she could predict it all. Biting her lip against the ticklish stimulation, Muk Seo-ah calmly continued.
"Windstorm, was it? How'd you brainwash that exorcist? She wasn't the type to go down to a scrub like you."
"'You'? Call me Master. It's all thanks to Master Guk. That bitch acted tough like you at first, but booze beats everyone."
Pop., the broker uncorked a bottle of liquor.
Muk Seo-ah suddenly had a bad premonition. The cold mouth of the bottle touched her drug-smeared pussy. It was dark and she couldn't see a thing, but the stench of strong alcohol spread.
"Hey... no, you can't be serious? If you do that..."
"What? Scared? Call me Master. If you play cute real good, I might even take pity on you."
"Mas..."
Muk Seo-ah squeezed her eyes shut. She let out a deep sigh.
Yeah, so what if she had to endure some hardship? It'd all pass. In the end, she wouldn't die, and she'd hold out until the finish, grabbing that bastard's head.
Muk Seo-ah was firmly confident in her victory. No torture or persecution could break her.
I won't die. Defense is the best offense, stamina is national power. Hold out, and in the end, I win.
Muk Seo-ah continued.
"Keep it up if you wanna die. Once I get out of here, you're fucking done."
"Kukukukuku... Same threat Windstorm made. Women all turn bitch in front of booze. Resist with all your might. That'll just turn me on more."
The broker shoved the bottle into Muk Seo-ah's pussy and tilted it. The entire bottle of liquor poured straight into her cunt.
Liquor absorbs faster through mucous membranes than the mouth. The demon Guk-soon's personally brewed rotgut spread a scorching heat through Muk Seo-ah's entire body.
"Hrrgh...?!"
A gag was stuffed into Muk Seo-ah's mouth. She couldn't let out any moans. A blindfold covered her eyes. Her sight was sealed off.
Once earplugs were jammed in too, touch was her only sense left. With eyes and ears blocked, her other senses sharpened even more.
Muk Seo-ah had no choice but to focus intensely on the powerful intoxication swirling through her body.
"Mmmph...! Hnngh!"
Muk Seo-ah curled her toes. Without realizing it, her limbs tensed up hard, sweat pouring out.
The iron frame rattled every time she convulsed. As the booze absorbed into her pussy, her body heated up like it was going to burst.
Amid her reeling, drunken mind, Muk Seo-ah realized the Yeommae energy was still lingering. She couldn't cum without permission.
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The reason you must confine only one slave at a time during training: This method is the Qing Dynasty water torture.
What is Qing Dynasty water torture? Restrain the person and drip water one drop at a time onto their forehead at regular intervals.
Just one drop. But in a pitch-black room blocking other senses, continuously dripping water on the forehead heightens touch alone.
Eventually, a single drop feels like massive stimulation. All senses converge on the spot where the water hits.
Sex slaves can't have their bodies damaged. Beauty is their value. This water torture was the perfect method to break the mind without leaving scars.
The downside: It requires a perfectly sealed chamber. Even one extra person nearby disperses attention, weakening the effect.
The broker checked his watch. Two days and five hours had passed.
He'd left Muk Seo-ah in the sealed room for two full days. Any normal person would've gone mad by now.
The broker entered the sealed room with a single lantern. It was dark as ink. He shone the lantern on Muk Seo-ah.
Slave conditioning via adapted water torture never failed.
Beneath the square frame restraining the woman, sweat, pussy juice, and piss pooled thickly. Muk Seo-ah clenched the gag hard, head thrown back. Thanks to the blindfold, she didn't even know the broker was there, whimpering raggedly.
A wet towel from the ceiling dripped water one drop at a time. Not plain water. A mix of Master Guk's rotgut brew and some poppy aphrodisiac he'd gotten somewhere.
That supreme aphrodisiac dropped onto Muk Seo-ah's clit once a minute.
Drip.
"Mmmph! Hnnngh...!"
Muk Seo-ah spasmed all over.
But with her limbs fixed to the iron frame, only her waist and hips writhed. Her clenched fists went white from the strain. Her ankles thrashed so hard the spots touching the iron rings were red.
Sweat drenched her whole body. She had to be wasted out of her mind by now—if she'd held out this long, it wasn't human willpower.
The rotgut booze obliterates reason. It sets the body ablaze and makes you act on instinct.
They say you turn into a dog when you drink. Woof woof, bitch in heat.
Windstorm resisted pleasure at first too, but once booze went in her pussy, she went dumb and meekly put on the dog collar.
Muk Seo-ah's pussy was addicted to the one-drop-at-a-time aphrodisiac. No more need for Qing water torture. It was most effective that way, but her overheated body would cum in 3 seconds no matter where you touched.
The broker pushed a Yeommae pill into Muk Seo-ah's pussy. On Master Guk's orders.
Yeommae wears out with use, so keep dosing, he said. Thanks to that, Muk Seo-ah hadn't cum properly even once, building up to bursting.
The lantern had plenty of wax. The broker tilted the candle, dripping hot wax onto Muk Seo-ah's nipple.
Drip.
"Hnnngh?! Mmph, hnnngh!!"
Muk Seo-ah's reaction was explosive. Her stiff, erect nipple quivered. The convulsions spread across her ample tits.
Muk Seo-ah's pussy gushed squirt, soaking the broker's pants. Pleasure cut off right before climax, she let out a guttural roar.
"Hnnnngh! Hmph! Grgh, grrr."
The broker slowly removed the blindfold and gag from Muk Seo-ah's eyes and mouth.
Pulling off the blindfold revealed her hazy, dilated pupils. Removing the gag let saliva drool out in strings.
A flood of drool poured down beside Muk Seo-ah's cheeks. She didn't even recognize the broker, just heaving irregular breaths.
"Slave bitch. Look at me."
"Haa, haaah... haaa..."
"Bitch pup. You're totally gone, huh?"
"Haaang?!"
Muk Seo-ah squirted several times again. No clue why. Just hearing words nearly made her cum.
Without Yeommae blocking, she'd have climaxed multiple times.
In the broker's life, this was the sluttiest bitch he'd seen. He hastily dropped his pants. He wanted to fuck her right then, but he had work to do. Basic training to imprint on the slave.
The broker approached Muk Seo-ah, bound and lying on the iron frame, and thrust his cock in front of her face.
Muk Seo-ah instinctively stuck out her tongue to lick. The broker lifted his dick up to dodge, while slapping her huge tits with his palm.
"Who gave you permission!"
"Hag, haaang!"
"Obey well, and I'll let you cum then. Wait. Until I say so."
To the broker, Muk Seo-ah had no reason left.
Well, yeah—he'd put in the effort to thoroughly break her. If she still had her wits, she wouldn't be human. The broker smirked and thrust his cock out again.
He rubbed his wet, hot dick all over Muk Seo-ah's face.
"Heek, haa...!"
Muk Seo-ah exhaled hot breath. Her eyes followed the cock.
"No. Wait. Can't hold it? Then I'll leave you for five days. That'd suck, right? Too agonizing."
"Hweek... mmh, eut. Haaaa..."
"Whine moderately and endure. When I say, bark like a dog and suck."
A long time passed. An eternity, even.
The broker spent about thirty minutes enjoying Muk Seo-ah's anxious reactions, rubbing his dick on her face.
When the thick cock shaft stroked her soft cheeks and nose bridge, Muk Seo-ah flinched and stuck out her tongue.
But the training had taken—teary-eyed, she held back. Tongue out, but no licking.
Finally, he rested the glans on her tongue.
The hot cock touching her tongue made Muk Seo-ah drool squirt and pussy juice, her body fidgeting uncontrollably.
"Shh, hold it. Wait."
Muk Seo-ah bucked her hips. The sensation on her tongue alone melted her brain with pleasure.
Limit reached. Tease her more, and she'd snap. Drunk on rotgut with only instinct left, her mind was filled with obsession to suck cock. No room for other thoughts.
"Good waiting. Now suck."
"Woof!"
Muk Seo-ah engulfed the huge cock in her mouth. The broker was teased to his limit too.
Unable to hold back, he grabbed her throat and rammed his cock from above her head down to the hilt. The glans hit her throat. Not content with filling her mouth, it plunged into her gullet.
"Guh, kgh. Euk."
"Swallow it all, you retarded flesh-slave bitch!!"
Gripping her throat from above, he pistoned his cock deep into her gullet multiple times fast.
Splurt splurt.
The broker unleashed all the cum he'd held back. An enormous load.
The stinky white fluid backflowed from her throat, puffing her cheeks like balloons, bursting out past her cock-connected lips.
Gulp gulp.
The thick semen poured down her throat. Muk Seo-ah shuddered and passed out.
The near-limit Yeommae blocked her final climax.
Muk Seo-ah came to from the sensation tapping her face. The broker was smacking her cheek with his still-hard cock.
"Now you're finally listening. Call me Master."
"Mas... hng, haat...! Ma, Master, I'm gonna... break..."
Muk Seo-ah's vision spun.
Drinking booze through her pussy—her weak tolerance couldn't take it. She was barely holding on with stamina, but separate from that, her mental limit hit.
Helplessness. She shook off the sudden absurd feeling.
Muk Seo-ah believed she never lost.
Nothing in this world could kill her. Hold out, and she always won.
The iron rings binding her limbs had loosened quite a bit.
Plus, two exorcist comrades were still out there.
"We caught the fake master who sold you. Any more remnants? Spill, and I'll antidote the Yeommae and let you cum."
"Haggh, hngt?!"
The broker dripped wax onto Muk Seo-ah's pussy. She arched her back, convulsing hard and gnashing her teeth.
It's fine. Even if Hwang Gabi's caught, Cheong-ui Gongja's left.
The trading post won't sniff out the disguised Cheong-ui Gongja. Unless she blabs. Worst case, she had the final resort: Thousand-Year Hidden Technique.
"Haaak. Bullshit... hngt. Eut, grgh... No more!"
"Really? Just you two? No other exorcists... I'll come back in two days. Expect a different answer."
"What? No. Wait, grgh-"
The broker gagged Muk Seo-ah's mouth again. It was a plain towel. Watching the saliva-soaked towel, he got a fun idea.
He wiped Muk Seo-ah's pussy with the towel. Her pussy was a mess of squirt, heat drug, and juices.
He stuffed the now-soaked towel back in her mouth. It reeked of her body's lewd scent.
"Mmph! Hmph...! Mngh, hnnngh!"
Muk Seo-ah shook her head. Couldn't speak with the towel, but the meaning came through.
The broker caught a glimpse of fragile bitch emotion in her eyes. Fleeting, but Muk Seo-ah was shaken by what was coming.
Or was it anticipation? Who knows.
Didn't matter. The broker just burned with sadism. His job was to thoroughly ruin flesh slaves. Plenty of personal bias mixed in.
The broker shoved another Yeommae pill into her pussy. Her waist twisted at his fingers' touch, squirting.
Two days without climax. He blindfolded her eyes and ears again.
Before plugging her ears, he whispered in her ear.
"Snitch on the remnants, and I'll let you cum endlessly. Don't you wanna be my flesh slave?"
Drip. Pussy juice leaked from Muk Seo-ah's slit.
The broker abandoned her in the sealed room again.
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Now. The auction house.
"Graaaaaah!"
Cheong-ui Gongja defended against the men charging at him from all sides. No matter how many he took down, there were too many. Looked like every employee of the trading post was here.
He'd been stabbed a few times with knives, bashed in the head with iron clubs. Cheong-ui Gongja panted, spinning in the air to escape the encirclement.
"Hah, Muk Do-sa. Snap out of it! Please!"
Muk Seo-ah, wearing the vibrating chastity belt, wailed in ecstasy. On stage, she looked like a work of art, a scene from an erotic painting. No regular customer could tear their eyes off her.
Even as the auction house devolved into chaos with the fight breaking out, they shouted at the broker like they were entranced.
"Hey! I'm buying that slave!"
"How much? Outta my way, I'm taking that woman!"
Windstorm appeared behind the broker.
She unfolded her fan and replied coldly.
"Business is over. The trading post shuts down as of today."
"What? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am?"
Snap.
Windstorm folded her fan. The yangban clutched their throats, unable to breathe. Customers were no longer a concern.
Windstorm fanned herself, riding a breeze to stand before Cheong-ui Gongja.
"You bastards...! What did you do to Muk Cheo-ja! Where's Gabi?"
"That woman's becoming Master Guk's exclusive sex slave. Gabi, that dumb exorcist? She'll be soaking booze soon enough."
Hwang Gabi was still alive. He'd sent a sorcery warning.
On the auction stage, the broker kneaded Muk Seo-ah's ass. She twisted her body, spewing broken moans. Trusting Windstorm, the broker toyed with Muk Seo-ah freely.
Crackle.
Under Cheong-ui Gongja's hood, thick veins bulged on his forehead.
"You beast-faced fucks! Taste my talismans—"
Boom!
Windstorm unfurled her fan, sending dozens of blade winds that knocked Cheong-ui Gongja down.
An old man strolled in leisurely, enjoying the whole spectacle.
Finally, Master Guk appeared before Cheong-ui Gongja and Muk Seo-ah.