Golden Pig Subjugation (3)
Golden Pig Subjugation (3)
Day 1.
"Go ahead and do whatever you want."
Muk Seo-ah shrugged her shoulders. She was a pro at enduring. No torture could kill her, so she just had to hold out and flip the script.
Loosen the chains and done, or even sitting tight would bring reinforcements.
The issue was time.
She could tough it out forever.
But would that exorcist hold up? In the pigsty, a sow in heat was oinking away. Drenched in mud across her tits and ass.
The Golden Pig just watched in silence. To him, Muk Seo-ah was some fresh-faced exorcist. Rookie for sure, he figured. That cocky attitude? Total bluff.
Still, exorcist was exorcist. No slacking off.
To play it safe, he hung back and sicced his goons on her to mess around.
Muscular young dudes with pig heads lumbered down hauling massive tubs. All nameless Minor Demons, and sloshing inside the wooden tubs was a dark, clear pink liquid.
"Slather it in every damn crevice. Skip the pussy."
"Yes, sir!"
The Minor Demons dunked their bare hands and brushes in the aphrodisiac. Four of 'em piled on from every angle, toying with Muk Seo-ah.
Belly, armpits, back, ass, thighs. Hitting the low-sensitivity spots first with the drug.
"Ugh."
The liquid was cold and slimy. But the second it hit Muk Seo-ah's skin, it warmed right up. No sorcery here. Pure-brewed chemical aphrodisiac.
"What the fuck is this? Bath time?"
"Poppy Essence. Puts even elephants in heat. Extreme shit. Better get comfy fast."
Muk Seo-ah snorted.
Whether it was Cheonae Yuseon kicking in or her insane stamina, slathering her whole body did jack shit. Just felt slippery.
'I could tank a week no problem?'
This must've been their ace in the hole. But it ain't fazing me.
......That delusion lasted half a shichen.
For a solid hour, the Minor Demons stuck to her like glue, painting her smooth skin bare-handed or with brushes.
Slippery Poppy Essence on those taut muscles? Every stroke or finger-slide cranked her nerves to eleven.
"Ugh... Hngh... Uh."
Muk Seo-ah scowled, huffing out breaths.
Body going rogue. Deep-down tickle building up. Like raindrops stacking in a dam, pleasure piled on her whole body sneaky-like.
"Ha."
Soft brush tip grazing her ass cheek? Out popped a girly whimper. Clocking it as her own, Muk Seo-ah clapped a hand to her mouth—but bound arms just clanked the chains.
"Heating up already, eh? This stuff breaks wild beasts in minutes? What the hell's your body made of, bitch?"
Stamina and toughness? Off the charts.
But endless Poppy Essence soaking in, crossing that tipping point? Muk Seo-ah's body started changing.
One: Nipples rock-hard and perky. Touch 'em and zap—full-body shiver.
Two: Crotch itching like mad. Now she got it. This Triangular Torture Device? Lacquer wood.
"Eut...!"
Muk Seo-ah's head drooped without thinking.
Tough hide kept hives at bay, but nonstop lacquer rubdown? Her pussy was red-hot and inflamed.
Itch so bad she couldn't not touch.
Keep stimulating till submission, huh. Via sexual shame. Sneaky with drugs and chains, infinite orgasms.
Ordinary schmo? No way they'd last.
One day'd fry your brain. Touch those hypersensitive spots now? Even Muk Seo-ah might flip her eyes back and cum till blackout.
"Hng, hngh...! Haa...!"
Muk Seo-ah steadied her breath, prepping for the orgasm ambush.
No telling when. Sudden grope between the legs?
Tits and pussy—peak sensitivity zones—still drug-free. Holding steady. Whole body slick but genitals good? No cumming.
Adapted to the Triangular Torture Device squash too.
Pleasure still stacking steady in her privates. But no deliberate moves? Just normal press. That much? Doable.
"Huu... Huu..."
Muk Seo-ah caught her breath and quipped.
Faux chill smile curling her lips.
"That's it? Sexual torture's looking kinda bush league."
Real chick? Shame and degradation'd snap her. But Muk Seo-ah? Dude at core.
Didn't ID as female. More like VR game avatar.
She framed it that way, ego intact.
Just borrowing girl-bod temp. Period.
The Golden Pig chuckled.
"Kekeke... All slathered?"
"Yes! Good to go!"
"Let's roll."
The yokai and his crew bailed from the underground prison. No backward glance, up the stairs and out.
Muk Seo-ah blinked, stunned.
'Huh? That easy-peasy? These guys morons?'
Opportunity knocked.
Snap chains, snag the girl, bolt. Smash any magical items in the way.
Muk Seo-ah grunted, powering her arms.
Kikigik. Chains creaking apart.
Looser now. Hustle the body, freedom soon.
"Hup."
Straining limbs meant unavoidable shifts. Pussy scraping Triangular Torture Device—Muk Seo-ah choked down the moan.
Poppy Essence jacked sensitivity sky-high.
Wanted to pulverize everything and GTFO.
But feet dangling off ground, perched on pointy Triangular Torture Device? Leverage sucked.
"Miss, exorcist?"
Voice from next door. The guy chained with the woman earlier.
Shackled ankles pinned him too. Arms only freebies. Buck nekkid.
"Yep."
"Quit while you're ahead. Fight back, gets worse. That lady rolled in gung-ho, five days later? That mess."
Guy chin-nodded the pigsty sow.
Pretty blonde oinking her brains out mid-jill-off.
"Rescue before full pig-mode, reversible. Reinforcements incoming too."
Guy clammed up at Muk Seo-ah's gruff reply.
She fidgeted for chain freedom, but hypersensitive bod? Strength fizzling.
Gravity press alone? Waist quivering light.
"Hng... Ut."
Chains maybe 20% slack.
Day one down.
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"Hey! You good?"
Dark underground prison. One torch dimly glowing the room.
Someone jostled Muk Seo-ah awake. Memories blurry. Strained for chain-break, orgasm edging in, so paused and crashed from exhaustion.
Triangular Torture Device quirk: Hit climax? No brakes. Thrashing digs it deeper.
Pure sex-torture machine. Knew it, so no pushing limits.
"Hnguk."
Guy's shake rubbed her crotch on the device. Muk Seo-ah scrunched eyes shut-open.
Cheong-ui Gongja front and center.
"Told ya to come with! What kinda hell is this! Outta here first!"
"Not me. Her."
Muk Seo-ah head-jerked the target.
Pigsty floored chick. Demonic aura deep in, pig ears sprouting atop her head.
"That exorcist's toast. Golden Pig's binding spell. Haul her out first."
"Then you—"
"Golden Pig can't off me, whatever. Magic bounces too."
Muk Seo-ah grinned.
Endurers endure. Cheong-ui Gongja yanked at chains like mad, but enchanted steel.
"Why... won't... budge."
"Weaker than Golden Pig. Your power's no match. I got solo escape, so evac her."
Muk Seo-ah stone-cold firm.
Cheong-ui Gongja's mug: pure baffle.
"Nah, you're nabbed and hurting—what's with the tough talk!"
"...Hostage situation. I legit bail solo? Exorcist first. Pig-transformation? No undo."
Cheong-ui Gongja face-squinched. Resolved vibe, talisman out.
Stealth prison drop? Nailed it. Golden Pig clash? L, hard.
Bust inevitable soon. No dawdle.
"Rescue round two incoming. Tough it short."
Cheong-ui Gongja sty-dive, woman-hoist.
Talisman forehead-slap, whoosh—prison exit like a bat outta hell.
Muk Seo-ah smirked at his exit.
"Kid, unnecessary."
Clank clank—
Night wriggles, chain-loosening stealth mode.
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Golden Pig? Livid.
Overnight, prime toy swiped.
That toy—handcrafted masterpiece!
Eyes fury-blazing.
Stare-down: one smirking female exorcist.
Big rack, tiny waist gleaming aphro-slick, sultry silver locks limp-draped.
Eyes? Cocky as fuck. Scorn glare locked on Golden Pig.
"Bummer?"
"Y-You...!"
Golden Pig stomped up, cheek-slap frenzy.
Muk Seo-ah's cheeks flushed, no cuts. Barely stung.
Actually cleared her head. Eyes iced over.
Night squirms for chain-play? Crotch over-rubbed on device, cooled the fire.
Blatant assault. Combat drive cold-burned.
Yokai-chop fantasies? Lust poof.
Then—
Slap—
Thick mitt breast-whacked. Handprint on the jiggle-swing.
"...Ahnguk?!"
Muk Seo-ah weird-noised, lip-bit.
Zing—whole-body tingle just hit.
Golden Pig lip-licked at the reaction. Rage + sadist boil.
"Yeah. You sub in for toy. Double-duty for escapee's share. Piss me off, bitch?"
Goons auto-delivered aphro tub.
One night? Poppy Essence super-concentrated.
"Everywhere. Genitals off-limits. No cumming till this bitch breaks!"