Artemis (1): BDSM Slave Training (Belly Punch Warning)
I wore the fancy title of vice guild master of the Baekya Guild, but in truth, I had become the secret sex slave of Hyun-woo and Cheol-ho oppa, forced to satisfy their every perverse demand. It wasn't just at night—day or night, inside the guild or out, they didn't care.
The videos. Those damn videos were the invisible chains around my neck.
The fourth day of that seven-day training session. Just three more days to endure...
I locked the vice guild master's office door and crawled under the desk to service them with fellatio.
Hyun-woo was logged in with his guild ID, reviewing confidential guild data. While on a phone call...
"Yeah, bro. I'm looking at it right now."
Bro? Did he mean the doctor...?
I couldn't believe he was talking to the doctor while I slurped obscenely on another man's cock. I didn't want to get caught.
"I checked all the convos and logs with Kang Jin-woo... Yeah, the infiltration plan popped up. I'll share it."
I shouldn't be hearing this...
"Looks like the association president will make a move, just like you said. Yeah. Got it. Hold on."
Click—click— He snapped photos of the monitor with his phone camera.
"Just sent it. Check it out. Ah~ what do you mean, this is nothing. Thanks to you, bro, life's been the best lately. Appreciate it."
"... Slurp slurp."
"For real? You sure that's okay?"
Okay to do what?
"What am I doing with Sia? Want me to switch?"
I shook my head desperately, cock still in my mouth. I didn't want him seeing me like this.
"She says no? Wants to switch? Got it. Here, bro."
He held the phone to my ear under the desk.
"...Doctor? It's... me."
- Obey the blackmailer's demands without resistance. I have no choice. He's my brother, but I'm truly sorry.
This was the first time I'd heard an apology from the doctor. He must be struggling too... Tears welled up.
"No, Doctor. I'll endure it steadfastly."
- You're suffering through those sexual demands. Hang in there.
Hyun-woo rubbed his cock against my lips, teasing every inch.
"I'm fine, Doctor. Following your advice keeps me going. Ngh... stop."
- Heh. Yeah. Stay strong. That guy's got no manners.
"You're in a tough spot too, right, Doctor?"
- Tough spot? Hold on...
Slap! A sharp slap echoed—like Yumi's voice?
"Ow!"
- Hwa-rin, don't fight with the slave. Slave, lick my ass.
- Yes... Master.
"Doctor? Mind if I ask who's with you?"
- Yeah, like that. Can't you hear?
"Doctor?!"
- Huh? Got what I needed. Bye.
Beep beep beep— The call ended so indifferently.
"Call's over."
I handed the phone back to Hyun-woo.
"Now climb on."
"Got it."
I crawled out from under the desk.
"While looking at my face."
I pinched his cock between two fingers, aligned it with my pussy, and sat down. It was far less stimulating than the dildo on his chair—no real sensation at all.
Facing away from the monitor, I gazed at the scenery outside the window as I nestled into his lap.
"What're you doing? Move."
"I'll move."
He gripped the mouse, methodically checking the monitor.
"Whoa... she's pretty."
Who's pretty? Who're you talking about?
I didn't love compliments like that, but I was still a woman. With me right here in his lap, who was he calling pretty?
Pathetic. If it weren't for the blackmail, a loser like him wouldn't even get to hold my hand.
I glanced back. He was looking at an internet article.
What? That's my photo!
It was clumsy flirting, but it made me feel good anyway.
"Why'd you turn? Jealous? Your pussy just clenched tight."
"As if I'd be jealou—"
I twisted my hips to stimulate his cock inside me.
"Wanna go to your place today."
"Huh? My house?"
I panicked. My house? My one sanctuary, my holy ground. The gold man's home. I couldn't let these guys in there.
"That's kinda..."
"Why? No good?"
"Hotel's better, right?"
"You hiding some other guy on the sly?"
"No way."
"We're going anyway. You don't get a say."
"Fine..."
"Stick out your tongue."
"Bleeeeeh."
"Whoa... fuck... this your place?"
Hyun-woo gawked at my penthouse.
"Too big and nice for a bitch's house, ain't it? Right, bro?"
"Heh heh. S-ranks sure make bank."
Cheol-ho oppa was impressed too.
I let the two men inside. The moment the front door closed, my body moved on its own, ingrained habit kicking in.
I tied my hair loosely and knelt before the entrance.
Body memory. The bitch's service welcoming her masters.
"Oho, didn't even teach her and she knows? And she unzipped Hyun-woo's pants with her teeth, taking his cock in her mouth. She stroked Cheol-ho oppa's with her hand.
"Mmmph...♡ Welcome home, Masters...♡"
"Puhaha! Acted like she hated it, but it's sunk right into her body."
Hyun-woo stroked my head, laughing happily.
I sucked diligently. In my most private space, at the entrance, servicing my blackmailer with fellatio the moment I stepped in. Humiliating. But it also felt cozy, natural, like a clockwork routine repeated endlessly...
After the grand welcome at the door, they explored my home in earnest.
"First time in a girl's place."
"Really?"
I wrapped my legs around Hyun-woo's waist, arms supporting, as he carried me—hanging upside down from his hips while I gave the house tour.
"You live super clean. Not a speck of dust in this huge place. How many robot vacuums you got?"
Dragging me around like one...
"Whoa, this sofa's so plush. Where's it from?"
Cheol-ho oppa flopped onto the cowhide sofa, caressing it.
"Italian, I think."
Hyun-woo grabbed my hips, shaking impatiently. "Giddyup, giddyup. Let's go, Sia."
"Yes..."
I crawled on all fours, giving them the full tour.
"Dressing room's all combat gear. Boring."
Hyun-woo rummaged through my dressing room and emerged disappointed.
They wandered until they reached the end of the hall, before the 'secret room.'
Cheol-ho oppa paused. "What's that locked room at the end?"
He pointed to the small door.
"Oh... just storage..."
I tried to brush it off, but Hyun-woo cut in.
"Storage? Says Artemis on it."
[Artemis]
"No...! Not there, really, no...!"
"Saying no just makes me more curious. Open it. Now."
He unwrapped my legs; I flopped down.
Trembling, I pressed my finger to the fingerprint scanner.
User 'Sia Seong' authentication complete.
Creeeak—
Hyun-woo, Cheol-ho oppa, and I all fell silent.
"Whoa... fuck..."
It wasn't ordinary storage.
"Just a pervert, huh."
"Pervert? Hyun-woo."
"Yeah, right. Vice Guild Master... tastes are, very... flashy. We went too soft on you."
Cheol-ho oppa fondled the bunny girl, maid, bikini, school uniform cosplay outfits one by one.
"Misunderstanding. All props for the clinic."
"Clinic? Oh, the thing with bro."
"Hyun-woo, what're you talking about?"
"That concept, bro."
Hyun-woo fiddled with a remote; Cheol-ho oppa nodded.
"Ah~ got it. Killer setup. Better than any adult shop. Check this."
Whips, cuffs, gags hung like art on the walls. Display cases gleamed with dozens of dildos and vibrators of varying sizes and shapes. Deeper in: cross restraints, ropes.
"Hahaha! Look at this. Insane!"
Hyun-woo bounced around like a kid, handling the toys.
He picked up an orc-cock replica, massive and grotesque, waving it at me.
"This what you used to soothe your lonely nights?"
"No... not that..."
"Now you got us. No need for toys."
Hyun-woo grinned lewdly, holding a black blindfold and ball gag.
"Shoulda said you liked this stuff sooner. Bro, grab those restraints."
"Got it."
Cheol-ho oppa hefted the heavy bondage gear...
What would they do to me?
"Strip first."
"Yes..."
Before the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Gangnam, a cross was mounted.
Cheol-ho oppa seized my arms, cuffing me with custom manacles. Clink, clink— Arms to the crossbar, legs to the vertical with leather straps.
I was utterly helpless, immobile—like a sacrifice to the gods.
Meanwhile, Hyun-woo fitted the humiliating tools: ball gag first, forcing my mouth wide. Then cushy headphones blocked all sound. Finally, the black blindfold plunged me into darkness.
Now I saw nothing, heard nothing, spoke nothing. Only touch and faint scents proved I lived.
Hnngh... haah...
Blind, my skin prickled hypersensitive. Their hands roamed my pussy and crevices; juices flowed.
Whoosh—!
"Mmph...! Mmmph...!"
A thin, razor-sharp pain sliced my belly. Monster-taming whip...? Whipping me?
Crack!
I tensed every muscle, unsure when the next would land. Where? When? The wait felt eternal.
Crack! Crack!
Endless lashes. Flesh-tearing agony. I screamed into the gag—muffled grunts only.
"Hnn... haa..."
Back, ass, thighs... red welts snaking my body like scales.
Then, a familiar voice from the headphones.
[I pledge my obedience.]
My voice, mechanical, emotionless.
[I, Sia Seong, am a bitch who obeys Master's every command. Upon becoming an adult, I renounce my sexual autonomy and bodily freedom, surrendering them to Master.]
What? When did I...?
The robotic chant drilled into my ears.
[The bitch can do anything Master desires... Absolute obedience... Always ready for Master, pussy dripping endlessly...]
Where next? Back? Thigh? Breast? Terror of the unknown shook me.
Crack! on my ass.
"Aaah...! Mmph!"
Not just whips.
Bam—!
Mana-infused fist slammed my defenseless belly.
Ughhh...
A normal punch wouldn't faze me. Breath caught; naked abs absorbed the shock.
"Uuuuhh..."
Screams blocked by gag—beastly howls leaked.
Painful. Yet my body heated strangely.
The dizzy void before each lash—nerves taut with anticipation, pleasure prickling.
[Clinic is happy time. Obey Master absolutely.]
Because of that? Deep inside, bizarre excitement bloomed.
Getting hit... feels good...♡ My true nature?
How many hits? My belly must be swollen red like a ripe peach.
[I'm Master's bitch. Sniff... aaah... don't abandon me. I don't wanna be an orphan. Sob.]
Old pleas, fearing abandonment.
Don't abandon me...
Stimulation shifted screams to pleasure-twisted hips.
"Mmm...! Mmmph...♡"
Drip, drip, drip...
"Haaaah!♡"
Scorching agony beyond whips—searing pleasure pierced me. Wax. Dripping candle wax on swollen welts, sizzling into wounds.
Pain and ecstasy blurred my mind.
Then cool gel on pussy and nipples. Something clamped nipples. Dildo? No—warm cock teased my entrance.
"Mmmph..."
Hyun-woo's voice crackled through headphones.
[Guess, bitch. Whose cock's rubbing your pussy?]
Startled. Focused senses. Small glans... Hyun-woo.
"Mmph...! Mmmph...!"
I mumbled around the gag.
"Hnn... Hyu... nim...♡" (Hyun-woo)
......
Zzt zzt— Electric jolt from nipple electrodes.
"Haaaang!♡"
Back arched like a bow. Wrong. So the last was Cheol-ho oppa's.
Senses warped? They alternated, thrusting in and out repeatedly. I guessed desperately—always wrong. Shocks intensified.
Painful... Hate shocks... Focus.
Gradually distinguished: Cheol-ho oppa's thick log, straight, pounding steadily thud thud. Hyun-woo's small but sly...
Enough teasing my entrance... Thrust already...
Blind and deaf, pussy sense alone let me identify perfectly.
"Hyun... Hyun-woo...♡"
"......Correct."
"Cheol... Cheol-ho... oppa...♡"
"Good. Releasing you."
I dangled, near fainting.
They removed headphones, blindfold, gag.
"Haa... haa..."
Light and sound overwhelmed; I dazed.
Eyes stinging... Waited for pupils to adjust.
First sight: mirror, my reflection. Body covered in red welts and white wax. Eyes glazed in ecstasy, cheeks flushed. A sex slave reveling in humiliation, obeying Master joyfully.
Was I this lewd?
Today, I wanted to drown in this pleasure forever.
"Cock... put your cocks in me. Fill Sia's pussy, Masters. Pant pant..."
They filled my holes with cum, ending the session satisfied.
And finally, the seventh day dawned.
Hyun-woo said, "Last training. Prepared something special."
Last... Why regret first...?
Again, black blindfold, earplugs, ball gag. Stripped me bare, draped only a large coat permitted for bitches.
Leashed my collar, led me.
Blind and deaf, I staggered by his touch alone. Cold asphalt, gritty dirt alternated underfoot.
They loaded me into a car, heading somewhere.
Where to...?