Dohee's Choice
What the hell is he doing?! Right in front of Seohee and Mom!!
Seated together at the family table, Dohee caught sight of Oppa's cock—already half-hard beneath his pants—and nearly screamed inside her own head. She sat rigid with dread, terrified that Mom or Seohee might notice.
In truth it was only a mild erection, the kind of crease that could easily be dismissed as a fold in the fabric. But Dohee was far past the point of reacting reasonably. If Oppa was getting hard looking at Mom, it meant Mom would be put through that again. If it was Seohee who had stirred him, then another victim was about to be claimed. Her thoughts spun into something close to full-blown delusion.
She swallowed hard.
I-I have to be the one.
Staring at that faintly swollen cock without meaning to, Dohee swallowed again the way someone might at the sight of delicious food. She talked herself into it—she had to protect Mom and Seohee. She would take every scrap of Oppa's lust herself. That was the vow she made in silence.
"Mmmpphh~ slurp~ nnngh~ gghhk~"
"Ahh, Dohee's mouth-pussy really does feel the best. Come on—take it deeper!!"
"Gggghhhhkk~"
I forced my cock all the way down into Dohee's throat. A choked, suffering sound tore out of her. Her eyes had started to roll from the lack of air, yet she refused to let go of my cock. If anything, she clutched at my hips like she wanted even more of it, sucking harder, wilder, no matter how much it hurt.
"See? You're a total masochist slut too."
"Mmmmphh!! Nngh~ ggghhk~"
Still impaled on my cock, Dohee shook her head side to side as if to deny it—but with her lips stretched wide around me, unable even to breathe, and still refusing to pull off, she looked exactly like a cock-crazed masochist freak.
Click. Click.
"Nnnnnngh!!!"
The second I started taking pictures of her like that, Dohee jolted in shock and shook her head frantically, begging me not to. I didn't stop. Her thrashing only pushed me closer to the edge. I seized a fistful of her hair so she couldn't escape and came.
"Mmmmmphh~~~~"
Unlike Mom, Dohee still couldn't read the exact timing of a climax. The sudden flood of cum clearly startled her. Of course she couldn't swallow it all at once—semen spilled out through her mouth and nose.
She's not even trying to get away.
I had her by the hair, sure—but even if I hadn't, Dohee wouldn't have pulled back. Cum was leaking from her nose and mouth in a miserable mess, and still she didn't retreat an inch.
Click. Click.
"Nice. These came out great~"
I looked over the shots without the slightest concern for her condition, treating her like nothing more than a cum dumpster.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
She'd been too flustered to drink it all properly at first, but she still forced down every last drop she could manage, determined not to waste any of it.
"Pwah—haaah!! Cough!! Cough!!"
When she finally tore her mouth off my cock, Dohee coughed wretchedly, her whole body shuddering. Any other woman would have been furious with the man who'd just done that to her. For a masochist like Dohee, the whole ordeal only got her more worked up.
"I-I told you not to take pictures!!"
She didn't spare a single complaint for being face-fucked until she couldn't breathe, or for having cum blasted down her throat. All her anger was reserved for the photos.
Sweat shone on her skin from the choking struggle. Cum dripped from her nose and lips. She looked utterly filthy.
"Look at this. Pretty good, right?"
"Ugh~ d-delete them…"
"Relax. I'm not posting them anywhere weird~"
"I don't trust you! Hurry up and del—"
"Shut your mouth, you sow."
She flinched.
Dohee still couldn't stand the idea of the photos and kept trying to snap at me. So I put a little steel in my voice—enough to remind her exactly who stood where. Startled, she froze mid-sentence. She looked shaken, but the way she clamped her thighs together and trembled at the hips made it plain how aroused she really was.
She really can't hide her true nature. No—it's coming out more and more, isn't it?
Dohee had never been able to accept her own tendencies. Through training, though, she was gradually recognizing and admitting what she actually was. She hadn't fully surrendered yet—but the outdoor sessions were slowly forcing her real nature into the light, and she was starting to take it in.
"I've been going easy on you, but there's a limit."
"Ugh!! Nngh~ hah-ghh~ nnhhh~"
I used my foot to force her thighs apart, then pressed down on her pussy right through her pants, toying with it.
Moments earlier she'd been raising her voice in anger. The second my tone shifted, she couldn't get a single word out—she simply submitted.
I was grinding her cunt under my sole like it was trash in the street, and still her juices soaked straight through the fabric, wetting my foot little by little.
It wasn't a sudden gush. She'd been dripping since the moment she started sucking cock. Without the panties and pants in the way, there would have been a puddle on the floor. In sheer volume she was outdoing even Mom—undeniable proof of how worked up she was.
"Right now you're my slave. A toilet slut I use when I feel like it and throw away when I don't."
"Ugh!! Nnhhh~~ hah~ nnnnhhhhh!!~~"
Dohee had no idea how to answer the abuse, so she stayed silent—but her pussy only grew wetter, and she could no longer hold back her moans.
Her body was already fully trained. She couldn't resist the pleasure I gave her. Mentally she was still confused, not completely obedient yet—but she was more than halfway gone.
"Come on. Say what you are."
"I-I'm~ nnhhh~~"
"Proper honorifics when you speak to your Master!"
"Hgh-nnnnnhh~~ I-I am Master's slaveee!!~~~"
I pushed harder, and Dohee finally said it herself. The self she had refused to acknowledge—the filthy bitch who craved submission, who wanted to be loved by her owner—was something she was finally admitting out loud.
"Hah-ghhhhhhhhh!!~~"
Pshhhhhhhh!!~~
The instant the slave declaration left her lips, Dohee's body arched backward into climax. She spread her own legs wider, thrusting her hips forward to increase the pressure of my foot on her pussy, and squirted hard.
"Hehh~ nnhhh~ hehh-ngh~"
Sprawled on her back, Dohee twitched her hips through the aftershocks. Cum still dripped from her nose and mouth above; below, her pussy juices soaked everything until it looked like she'd wet herself. She was the perfect picture of a female slave.
And the psychological surrender itself seemed to give her enormous pleasure—she was drowning in it so deep she could barely think.
Click. Click.
I took more photos of her like that and waited for her to come back to herself.
"Nn… nngh…… ah."
About five minutes later, Dohee surfaced. Embarrassed by the state she was in, she pushed herself upright, her face burning red. She couldn't even meet my eyes properly—a reaction almost like a virgin's. In a way, she was one. This was the first time she had truly recognized herself as a slave.
"Come here."
"Y-yes~"
I called to her while she was still flustered and half-standing. She came to me slowly and knelt with proper deference. Far more obedient than before—a slave waiting for orders. Her crotch was soaked through and must have been thoroughly uncomfortable, but—
"Yes."
Told that photos of her most shameful moment had just been sent to her phone, Dohee flushed with humiliation—but she no longer put up the resistance she had before.
"Dohee."
"Yes."
"It's about time I trained you properly into my bitch."
She flinched.
By Dohee's standards, she had already endured more than enough training. By mine, she still had a long way to go.
Until now she had taken every session under the belief that she was forcing herself through it to protect Mom. But as she came to understand her own nature, the truth was that she no longer entirely hated what was happening.
"This has nothing to do with Mom anymore. I'm going to make you—Dohee—into my female slave."
"…."
"I'll give you one last chance. Before the day is over, send me a photo that proves you're submitting to me."
"And if I don't?"
"Then I won't do any more of this to you."
"Nnhhh~"
I lightly stepped on Dohee's pussy with my foot. Her body answered on instinct. She hung suspended between the pleasure flooding through her and the scraps of reason she still had left—torn between the rational Dohee and the bitch already drowning in it.
"Midnight tonight. Exactly. Now get out."
"…Okay……"
At my word, Dohee quietly left the room. She ought to have been careful—if Mom or Seohee saw her like this it would be a disaster—but her head was so full of the choice in front of her that she couldn't spare a thought for any of that. She simply went back to her own room.
I already knew what she would choose. I smiled a private little victory smile and sent Mom the photos of Dohee I'd just taken.
Less than ten seconds later, Mom replied. She slipped into my room without Seohee noticing. The thick male-and-female scent hanging in the air made her whole body shudder, and her face immediately melted into the expression of a sow in heat.
Aroused by the smell of her own daughter's pussy juices, that filthy bitch of a mother stripped without being told and bowed low before me.
"Master… please use me as a meat toilet too—just like your daughter~~~"