Hyun-sook's Perspective (2)
The next day, I woke up and glanced at the clock—it was already 8:30 AM. I felt like I'd slept deeply, more refreshed than I had in ages. If not for the pain throbbing in my back, yesterday's ordeal might have seemed like a dream. Whether it was because of Hyun-su's request or not, they hadn't touched me all morning. I was truly grateful for that.
At 9 o'clock sharp, the two men flung open my door and barged in. I didn't even think about resisting. I had to pretend I was broken in. Whatever they demanded, I had to endure it—no matter how vile—to regain my freedom as soon as possible.
The men dragged me to the living room. Waiting there was Firefly.
"Slept well, huh? Your skin looks all soft and dewy. Young bitches like you..."
If you're jealous of my age, just say it, you crazy bitch! The thought bubbled up unbidden. But I couldn't let it show on my face.
"What are you standing there like an idiot for, you slut? Strip naked and stand at attention in front of me. God, athletes are all so fucking dense."
Insults spewed from Firefly's mouth. My temple vein twitched, but I kept my composure and started undressing.
Crack!
A switch whipped across my ass. Firefly had struck me.
"Hurry the fuck up!"
"You fucking bitch?"
The curse slipped out before I could stop it. The man beside me slammed his fist into my stomach. The sudden blow knocked the wind out of me. My knees buckled, and my head hit the floor.
"Gah! Cough! Cough!"
I barely managed to catch my breath when I felt Firefly's foot pressing down on the back of my head.
"Hmph! I knew you weren't broken yet. You were faking it to escape, weren't you? No wonder you were so obedient this morning."
Anger surged through me like fire. I hooked my arm around the leg pinning me and flipped her over with a yank. Firefly hit the ground hard without mounting any defense.
The man who'd punched me swung again, but I ducked low, grabbed his waist, and used a harai goshi to lift and throw him over my hip.
Thud!
That had to hurt his back. Now only the muscle-bound guy who always stuck by Milka was left. He looked tough, but if I fought smart, I could take him. The other two were down for the count. Subdue this one, and I could escape without pretending anymore.
He wasn't moving, so I had to strike first. Who knew when reinforcements might show?
My hands clamped onto his shoulders.
Got him.
Now just shake him side to side to disrupt his balance and throw him. As his center wavered, I spun, aiming for a double-leg takedown.
But he twisted left, evading the throw. Decent reflexes. I extended my right leg to drop my hips lower and countered with a sweeping heel hook to finish him.
Then I felt a vise-like grip on my shoulder. He yanked me back, crushing my balance. Realizing my attack had failed, I tried to release and pivot, but his arm snaked around my neck.
Rear naked choke!
I twisted desperately to secure my airway and pry his arm free, but his strength was overwhelming. His arm tightened like it meant to crush my throat and jaw. Consciousness started to fade.
When I came to, I was sprawled eagle-spread on the living room floor.
"Heh heh heh! Good nap?"
Firefly's mocking voice rang out. Shit. That guy was way better than I thought—wrestling or jiu-jitsu type. Bad matchup for me.
Should I just submit? As I debated, Firefly stepped in front of me.
"I'll fight you one-on-one. If you win, the training ends, and you're free. Deal?"
Ridiculous. She wouldn't last a second against me.
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. Beat me, and you're out. No downside for you."
"Keep your word."
"Fine. Let's see what the Black Widow's got."
She pressed a button on a remote in her hand.
Whirr...
While I was out, they'd collared me with a choker. Now it tightened as she clicked.
"Gack!"
"Hee hee... That's just level one. Try harder."
My throat constricted slightly, but it wasn't blackout level. I'd endured worse chokes in judo practice. I charged at her.
She turned and ran.
"Guh... what the hell?"
"What? You think I'd brawl you head-on? This is about wearing you down."
My breaths grew ragged. My head spun. I needed to end this fast, but the bitch kept dodging. Fury boiled over. I herded her left and right, cutting off escape routes.
"Grk! Got you now."
She was cornered. As I reached out, she hit the button again.
"Gaaah!"
The choker clamped viciously. My hands flew to it.
"Gurk!"
Air refused to come. My knees buckled. Then her foot slammed into my chest. No dodging that. I was too busy gasping.
I flew back, and she advanced, stomping me relentlessly. I fought to regulate my breathing, but kicks to my gut ruined it.
"Keh-guhk!"
Vision blurring. I'm gonna pass out... Squelch...
She stomped my foot again, and my bladder burst.
"Oh my... The Black Widow's losing from a few hits?"
She dialed it back to level one. Air trickled in, pulling me from the brink.
"Guuuh! You coward..."
"Ahahaha! Still got breath for trash talk?"
She ramped it to two. I clawed at my neck again.
"Kerk... Kerk..."
My body shuddered. Blackout incoming? Vision darkened, then eased slightly.
"Guuuh!"
"How's my airway control? My secret weapon."
I couldn't speak. One insult, and she'd tighten it.
"Oh? Ignoring me now?"
It squeezed again. This was bad. Really bad.
My hands shifted from my throat to rubbing against her legs pleadingly. Air returned.
"S-sorry... Forgive me..."
"Kuhahaha! Hilarious. Begging like a dog. So fun—I could play forever."
She toyed with my breath, tightening and releasing for kicks. My mind fractured. No strength left.
Splurt!
"Eugh!"
Shit poured out uncontrollably.
"Eww! Black Widow shits herself? Strip the bitch."
The man ripped off my remaining clothes. My pants hit the floor, stained full of feces.
"Your shit, your cleanup. Eat it, and training's over for today."
I thought I'd misheard. Even in sessions, I'd never crossed that line. I couldn't.
The choker tightened. Agony. Just die already... Or pass out... But no, just pain.
Air returned. I crawled to my pants. No choice left. My hand sank into the mush, but I ignored it, bringing it to my mouth.
Thump!
A punch to my gut right before it touched my lips.
"Guhk!"
"That's enough. I didn't expect the Black Widow to sink this low."
Milka's voice. At her order, the men hauled me to the bathroom and hosed me down with ice-cold water. Rough hands, not Hyun-su's gentle touch—groping my breasts, face, pussy, asshole. Humiliating.
Then back to the rack, bound for more of Firefly's beatings. No strength to resist. I just apologized to her taunts. When she shoved her toes in my face, I sucked greedily. After almost eating shit, toes were nothing. Self-hypnosis.
Then my savior appeared again. Ah... My redeemer... My light... My Master. Hyun-su—no, Master's face. He carried me to my room and applied ointment. When his hands brushed my nipples and pussy, I came instantly. So soft, so good.
Master brought food. His warm words and care made tears spill. After eating, at my plea, he lay beside me, offering his arm as a pillow.
Ah... Is this what being loved feels like? So cozy, I drifted off.
Slept hard—exhaustion from the torment. Woke to Master massaging his numb arm. He'd held still the whole time.
Sorry, I rubbed his arm in return. Sensation returning, he sat up, saying he had to go to school.
"M-Master... Don't go? I'll be better, please..."
I dropped to my knees, begging instinctively.
"Endure a bit longer, and we'll be together. Just hold on."
Not yet, he said.
"Really... I'm fully trained now. I can do it."
True conviction. I'd decided to serve Master for real.
"Still asserting yourself after I said no? Not ready yet."
Ah! He's right. If not Master's will, it shouldn't be. I hadn't fully surrendered.
Okay, more training to let go of myself.