Sex Slave (1): The Pussy Stamp on the Contract

I opened my eyes, and an unfamiliar ceiling came into view. My head throbbed like it was splitting open, and every joint in my body ached with a dull pulse.

"Ugh... my head..."

Whether it was the hangover or not, my skull felt like it was cracking. I tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest. Especially... my lower ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back, abdomen, and between my legs—they throbbed and stiffened like I'd been hit by a car. Just like the morning after soloing a boss.

Where... am I?

I dragged my creaking body upright and scanned the room. A cheap bedroom that reeked of low-class taste. Faint cigarette smoke mingled with the musty draft from the AC. The kind of sleazy air you'd find in a no-tell motel.

And my body was...

"...!"

Naked. When I looked down, I couldn't hold back my shock.

My breasts were covered in crude scrawls like "cum dump" and other vulgar graffiti.

The bedsheet was a mess of dried semen, pussy juices, and... bloodstains. Used condoms littered the floor like shed snakeskins.

A tight black choker clung to my neck.

What the hell... is this...?

"Awake now, Sia?"

A familiar voice. I turned to see Hyun-woo Lee and Cheol-ho Wang standing there in nothing but shower robes, staring at me.

"What the hell! Why are you guys... here...?"

I yanked the blanket over myself.

"What did you do to my body!"

My voice trembled on its own.

"Nothing happened, right? What the hell happened...?"

"What's the situation? Explain."

Hyun-woo exhaled a long plume of cigarette smoke and grinned sleazily.

"You don't remember a thing, huh? Last night was a blast."

At his words, Cheol-ho's shoulders twitched.

"You slept... with you? No, both of you?"

"Yeah. The three of us. Real sloppy. All night long."

I couldn't process it.

"What are you talking about? I was... a virgin..."

Hyun-woo and Cheol-ho burst out laughing like I'd told the funniest joke in the world.

"Puhahaha! Virgin? You hear that, hyung? She says she was a virgin!"

"Heh heh... sure she was. Up until last night."

Used condoms scattered across the floor, and my mind went blank.

I... lost my virginity? To these guys? Without even remembering?

This is straight-up rape.

Rage boiled up to the top of my head.

"You fucking bastards, you rapists..."

Tears welled up from losing my precious purity, but that wasn't the point. I summoned my sword.

"I'll kill you. You ready to die? Getting drunk and raping a girl... a virgin at that? You'll pay with your lives."

I pointed my blade at them, but the trash—Cheol-ho included—didn't flinch.

"I'll start by cutting off your dicks."

Hyun-woo just pulled out his smartphone and dangled it in front of me.

"Whoa, our vice-guild master. Rape? Who raped who? Watch this, and you might change your mind."

He turned the screen toward me. There I was, from last night.

"Hello. I'm Sword Princess Sia Seong. I'm about to have sex from now on."

I stared straight into the camera, confessing.

What the hell?

"I'm 21 years old. Vice-guild master of Baekya Guild, appointed just yesterday. First off, this is absolutely not being filmed under duress."

Drunk, stripping myself, begging for their cocks in humiliating detail.

"Fuck me, please!"

Three men swarmed around me like hyenas. Hyun-woo, Cheol-ho. And... some guy I'd never seen.

The three waved at the camera.

"Then with great pleasure, we'll fuck the Sword Saint!"

"Mmm♡ Thank you!"

They took turns ravaging every hole. Hyun-woo in my mouth, Cheol-ho in my pussy, the other in my ass...

I was getting gangbanged by three guys.

"Hehe♡ Hyun-woo♡ Cheol-ho oppa♡ Sia feels so good♡ Harder, harder♡"

In the video, I looked like a whore straight out of Artemis, the place the chairman had shown me.

"This is... fake..."

"Fake? Maybe. How about this?"

"Ahang♡ More...! Pound me harder...! It feels so good♡"

Me spreading my legs wide, taking their cumloads.

Fragments of forgotten memories resurfaced in my head.

Hyun-woo grinned ear to ear.

"We went at it all night, who knows how many times..."

Yeah... I remember now. But why? Why did I fuck them like that, so humiliatingly? All three of them? Because I was drunk...?

He played the next video. This was... a bathroom?

Me in the toilet, happily gulping down piss spraying from some guy's cock.

"What the hell did I do..."

The voice was Cheol-ho's. He looked sorry, trying to pull away, but I grabbed it with my hand, sealing my lips around it and swallowing every drop.

Treated like a fucking urinal. Not a single drop spilled—I drank the filthy urine filling my mouth.

"Thank you for using the toilet♡"

Then I opened wide, showing my uvula to prove it.

No way... that can't be...

"Get it now, you bitch?"

What the hell did I do while drunk...?

"From now on, you do everything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we say. Or these videos go viral worldwide. 'Sword Princess Sia Seong's Gangbang Tapes'—it'd blow up."

"You think blackmail like that will work...?"

"We'll upload. Backups are all ready."

Urgh...

If those got out—an S-rank Korean hunter threesoming with two guildmates, acting like a slut... my reputation, status, dignity as a human— all gone.

I couldn't show my face in Korea anymore.

I'd enjoyed the orgy with them. No right to strike them down now.

In a defeated whisper, I asked, "...What do I have to do?"

"Good, now we're talking."

Hyun-woo grinned in satisfaction and stood.

"Follow the terms, and these won't leak."

Spilled water can't be gathered back... entropy or whatever law.

"What terms?"

Satisfied with my reaction, he patted my head.

"Not too hard. For the next week, do whatever we say, and we delete everything."

"A week? You think I'm stupid...? How do I know you'll delete—"

"Don't want to? Should I dump it all in the hunter forums and Baekya Guild chat first?"

His demand didn't sound so unreasonable anymore.

Just do anything for a week?

No choice. Accept.

"Stop... Fine. I'll do anything."

"Good."

Hyun-woo smirked vilely at my surrender.

"First, apologize for calling us 'rapists.' Get off the bed, kneel, hands up."

"...What?"

"Deaf? Kneel, hands straight up like you're begging punishment. For daring to call us rapists."

I bit my lip in shame. But better than the videos leaking.

Trembling legs carried me off the bed. I knelt before the two men and raised my hands like a naughty kid.

"Now repeat after me."

Hyun-woo stared into my eyes and commanded.

"'Dear respected Hyun-woo and Cheol-ho oppa. I'm truly sorry for mistaking your magnificent cocks for those of rapists.'"

"..."

I couldn't get the words out.

"Not gonna?"

"...Respected..."

"Too quiet. Again."

He hounded me until I broke, parroting the humiliating script like a parrot.

"Respected... Hyun-woo... and Cheol-ho oppa. I... mistook your magnificent cocks... for those of rapists... I'm truly... sorry..."

"Still quiet. 'I dared to misunderstand my masters and call them rapists. I'm just a slut, a bitch, nothing but your cum toilet onahole. Please forgive me.'"

He listed the degrading words one by one.

Sobbing, I repeated them verbatim.

"Hic... I dared to misunderstand my masters... and call them rapists... I'm... a slut... a bitch... nothing but your... cum toilet onahole... Hic... Please... forgive me..."

With that humiliating confession, my pride shattered.

"Good. Forgiven."

Hyun-woo smiled in satisfaction and handed me a document.

"Words aren't enough. Stamp this contract."

What he held out was a malicious document titled Sex Slave Contract.

The terms were horrific.

I read the absurd clauses with hollow eyes. But the more I read, the less unfair they seemed.

Fair price for calling them rapists, right? Surprisingly considerate, even.

"Now stamp it."

"No stamp... Can I use my fingerprint?"

"No need for a stamp. Use your pussy."

"Huh...?"

I stared at him, dumbfounded. He pressed a remote.

Ah... right. For something this important, of course I have to use my pussy.

What was I thinking?

"Got it. I'll prove my sincerity with my pussy stamp."

"Pfft..."

Cheol-ho covered his mouth, laughing.

"What's so funny, oppa? It's obvious."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going."

"Ink?"

"Not ink—cum. Rub the tied-up cum from your onahole handle."

"I know that much..."

But what's an onahole handle?

"What's an onahole handle?"

"Your hair tie."

I realized I was in twin tails—something I'd never tried. Tied with cum-filled condoms.

I undid them, smearing their cum on my pussy instead of ink.

"For one week, anytime, anywhere, I'll happily serve as your two masters' meat toilet and onahole♡"

With that vulgar declaration, I crawled carefully to the floor where the contract lay.

I positioned my ass right over the signature line.

"Here goes the stamp."

I gripped my cheeks hard and spread them wide. My red-inked pussy opened like blooming shellfish.

"From today, for one week, I pledge to be Hyun-woo and Cheol-ho oppa's sex slave, staking this pussy! Anytime, anywhere, I'll gladly offer all my holes to your sexual demands!"

With my slutty vow, I slammed my ass down.

Splat—!

"Hrng♡"

My red-inked pussy left a lewd print on the contract. Labia and clit perfectly outlined.

Staring at it, a strange pride and sense of accomplishment swelled in me.

"Perfect. Contract sealed."

Hyun-woo smiled, holding the pussy-stamped document.

"Good, good. I'm hungry. Whip up breakfast?"

"Breakfast...?"

"Yeah. Morning meal."

He tossed me a frilly white apron.

"Put this on and make some in that kitchenette."

Still naked, I tied on the ridiculous apron that barely covered my tits and pussy.

A faint system chime rang in my ears, but I brushed it off.

Yeah, not a hard condition. Making breakfast for men—that's just what normal women do.

"What should I make?"

I headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Basic stuff inside, thankfully. Toast, fried eggs, coffee.

I pulled out eggs, milk, butter, bread.

"Looks good on you, huh hyung?"

"Yeah, suits her."

I felt their stares from behind.

The naked apron only covered the front—my back and ass fully exposed. Every move made my ass crack peek teasingly.

Their eyes glued to my bare cheeks. My flesh jiggled with each step, captivating them.

This is just normal... routine service.

"You look like a bride like this."

"Shut up..."

I melted butter in the pan and cracked eggs. Sizzle—the savory aroma spread.

Flipping with a spatula, humming a tune...

Cheol-ho's ragged breathing came from behind.

"Ha... fuck, can't hold back."

He pressed against my back, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What are you doing? Seriously..."

"Stick out your ass. You promised anything."

"O-okay. Just a sec, finish this first..."

"No, now. Just like this."

His hand slipped under the apron, kneading my ass.

"Hngt...! What... now...! I'm cooking...!"

He freed his cock and wedged it between my thighs.

I startled, trying to push him away.

"Shut up. Just spread your legs a bit."

"Mmmph..."

Squish—!

"Haaang!♡"

I stifled a scream, bracing on the stove. Clutching the pan, I endured his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pistoning.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Hngt...! Nng...!♡ N-no...! Eggs... burning...!♡"

Each slap into my crack, I swallowed moans, focusing to save the eggs.

"Can't leave hyung out— you'd feel bad."

Hyun-woo came around front, lifted the apron, and sucked my nipples.

"Wonder when the milk'll come."

"Hngt...♡ No milk coming..."

Thus, naked-aproned, I cooked while servicing both men at once.

"Your cooking sucks. Keeps ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠burning."

"If you wouldn't interrupt... I could finish quick♡"

I tossed the charred scrambled eggs and started over. After several fails, I finally plated unburnt eggs and golden toast.

It's fine. Fine.

Sudden horny sex is totally natural. See it in dramas all the time.

"Here, eat up."

As I sighed in relief, Hyun-woo grabbed my wrist, hoisted me onto the table, and laid me out.

"H-Hyun-woo...! What sudden—!"

"Shh. I'm not hungry for this—I want you."

"Wait... wait!"

He hiked up the apron.

"You're my breakfast menu."

Spread my legs and shoved himself in.

Thud—!

"Hwaaang...!♡"

Laid on the table in doggy, I took him. Morning sun lit our ugly mating starkly.

Shaken like their breakfast on the table.

For the next week... is this how it'll be...?