“Oppa, do you know if you moan while you have a cock deep down your throat, it would vibrate the tip and cause immense pleasure?” Wonyoung asks innocently. Well, she looks innocent while asking this question but she is definitely nowhere innocent when she knows what deepthroat is.
“Sweetie, Wony. Why would I know? I’m not into sucking cock like you. Plus, you’ve never done that on me. How would I know? Unless I…” Wonyoung shuts your mouth with her pretty hand before you could finish your sentence.
“I don’t wanna know oppa. I don’t wanna know your encounters with other girls. Allowing you to find others for sex doesn’t mean I want to hear them.” Wonyoung got slightly mad but it is what she allows so she has to take it.
“Alright, alright. So why did you bring this up?” You raise both your hands where she can see them to show surrender while questioning her for the mentioning.
Wonyoung gets shy and starts to tap her fingers together while whispering in your right ear. “Because I want to test if this theory is true…” You can’t help but scream in your heart because she is too cute when she’s shy like that.
“Oh baby, how can I deny you!” You say as you pick her up and put her on the bed. “How do you want it this time Wony?” You ask her gently, knowing she prefers it differently each time. “I want it the hard way daddy.” And that’s the signal, you have an all green pass today.
Immediately you start tearing her shirt off her, dragging her skirt down and taking off her underwear as well, until she’s nothing but a delicate work of art that would only appear in the most precious museum. Every part of her body is prefect, her tight ass, her perky tits up to the protagonist today, the pair of lips that you love to describe as dick-sucking-lips.
You wasted no time and strip yourself down to nothing at all as well, then you position yourself on top of her chest just so you can slap your cock right on her lips. “Lubricate it slut, you don’t want to hurt yourself.” Wonyoung did as you say, spitting on the cock and start stroking it, making sure every spot is covered in her juice.
“Don’t go so rough on me daddy, Wony might get uncomfortable.” At first it seems like Wonyoung is warning you, but no, after a few times of sessions like this and you start to realize, after her request on being rough on her, everything she says turns into reverse. You gotta keep a clear mind while being horny to understand the game she is playing right here.
Understanding the task, you slap her face first then slap your cock on it as well, making her pretty face a mess of her own spit and your precum. “Shut up slut, you don’t get to talk here!” Right after that, you get up to the side of the bed and pull her whole body over until her head is hanging on the side of the bed. Wonyoung knows what to do here so she opens her mouth and let her tongue out, inviting your stick in. No words needed in this situation, all you have to do is just aim, thrust and you are in. You can feel you cock in a very tight space, as you slowly push more, the tip of your cock starts to feel more and more pleasure.
You didn’t stop until your ball sack hits her forehead, you know you have hit as deep as you can. Time to help her test that theory. “Hold still slut, don’t forget to breath.” You have to make sure she’s alright in this play, but all she did is just rolls her eyes before taking a deep sniff of your croutch, she fucking loves that smell of horomones.
You enjoyed yourself for a few seconds before reaching your hands forward and start fondling her cute perky tits. You make sure to cup them in your palm and start moving them in a regular motion, slowly building her up to that high. It’s only fair if you both reach that high the same time right? But before you know it, she starts moaning out of nowhere, and you start to understand what she meant by vibrator on your tip. The pleasure wave hit so quick you can’t control yourself and groan.
“Fuck Wonyoung. I know it would feel good but I did not expect it to be like this.” After spitting out the whole sentence, you can’t form any sort of words anymore, as the pleasure is too immense. It feels like there are multiple vibrators teasing your tip at the same exact time. It didn’t took long before you had to pull out to take a breather.
“Hah… hah… Why’d you stop? I was just getting started daddy. Out so quick?” While Wonyoung is catching her breath, she couldn’t help herself but tease you more, she wanted to be abused today, she wanna get fucked up. “Don’t you dare tease me like that slut, you’ll be begging for mercy tonight.” You warn her.
“Oh my god, I’m so scared!” Wonyoung acts like she’s scared, frightened. But you know better, that’s just her trying to get the inner beast out of you. And you have to say, it’s like playing Pokemon, this is super effective.
Before she can react, she realises she’s kneeling on the ground with your cock pushing on her lips. And so she opens her mouth as wide as she can to let your wood in. It’s not so easy to get it all in in this position, but you made sure she take the whole rod in. Some would argue too sure to be honest, because right now you are holding your posture, rod staying right hard as you grab her head and bopping it front and back on your cock, basically treating her mouth like a toy.
“How you like that slut, didn’t think I would listen to your warnings huh. Look at you drooling all over yourself.” Your dirty talk did nothing to her. Wonyoung is now just enjoying the roughness you are performing upon her.
“Hmm… gluck… mmph… gluck… oh my… gluck… ing… god… gluck… gluck… gluck” That’s all the sound Wonyoung can make as you are roughing her face up. She can’t even answer to your humilation. But you ain’t no stud, so you gradually slow down to fight the pleasure her throat is giving you, knowing if you continue the pace without holding back you would drain that load down her throat in no time.
When you pull out and stop completely, she’s left there holding herself up on the floor, coughing as she drools and spits out some mixed juice. But before she can recover herself, you pull her up again and slaps your cock on her already messy face, by the way, you fucking love that her mascara is running down her pretty cheeks.
“You think I would give you any chance to pick yourself back up? Ain’t no way that’s going to happen tonight.” Before she can give you any complaint, you thrust your cock back in and this time you ain’t playing the pace game. Instead, you are playing the waiting game, because you are going to test how long she can hold her breathe.
You have your right hand holding her head down on your cock and your left hand raise at eye sight level to check the time.
“One minute passed, good job Wony, keep up the good work!” You praise her, but what you get instead is eye rolls, and that triggered something in you. You have to make her beg for mercy today.
Soon, three minutes has passed, Wonyoung’s face starts to slowly turn red as she’s starting to lack air. But a proud girl like Wonyoung is not going to go down so easily. So what she did is hold on, focusing on holding her breath longer. But the scent of hormone smearing her is no help when she tries to focus herself.
As she struggles, time passes quickly. Soon, two more minutes have passed. Her face went from red to now close to pale, you don’t want to really hurt her so you let go of her before she has to struggle for air. And of course, she starts coughing again.
“Pineapples, pineapples man. My god, you had to go that far.” Wonyoung complains. Pineapple is actually your safe words. It did seem like you got too far. But you swear if she gives you ten more seconds in her throat, you could’ve blow the biggest load you’ve ever done. But come to think of it, it might’ve choke her out completely.
“Sorry babe, I had to. I was so close.” You look sincere, but underneath all that, you are very eager about pressing her head down one more time.
“I told you, do whatever you want but don’t hurt me.” Wonyoung spits out the excessive liquid in her mouth, then she tries to stand up. But before she can, something happened.
“Sorry Wony, I just can’t help it. I am so close.” You grab her by her hair and just start to fuck her face once again. Except this time, you are thrusting your hips forward, which means it might go deeper than usual. Maybe even more than when you press her head down still.
This time, all she did is roll her eyes before staring you down, you swear after this you are going to get some sort of punishments, but you don’t care. You want to blow this load out, and you want her to swallow every drop of it.
“I’m sorry Wony, daddy needs to have his fun.” You grin as you slowly build up to your high. Thrusting faster and faster. Wonyoung cannot even give you any reaction as she is dizzy from the hard fucking and the enjoyment of getting used roughly.
You wasted no time, after a few more thrusts you grab her by the back of her head and just drain your load down. The way you twitch your tip in her throat just made sure no drop is going to pour out unless you pull out early, which you didn’t. You waited until every last drop is squeezed out of your ball sacks and rod before you actually pull out.
Wonyoung understands the task immediately and sticks out her tongue to show you she has everything down.
“Good girl.” You pet her head like praising a little girl.
“I hate you daddy, but I love you for fucking me so roughly.” Wonyoung replies while pouting.
It was just another Saturday night, dark out, city lights bouncing off the wet asphalt. I waited outside one of the busier restaurants in town, engine running, phone glowing with the next pickup. The passenger door swung open. She slid in without a word, leaning low—giving me a straight shot down her top. Her jumper hung loose, open enough to show off her perky tits.
“I get car sick easy. Can I sit up front?” she asked, her eyes locking with mine, not bothering to cover up—almost daring me to look. I did.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Here, let me slide the seat back.” I hit the lever, pushing the seat out of her way as she climbed in. The tight black jumper stretched across her ass as she settled, straps digging into her shoulders, her hair pulled to one side so it fell down over her chest.
“I’m Miyeon,” she said.
I grinned. “I was about to say, you don’t look like a Minho.” The name on the app was some guy.
She rolled her eyes. “He’s my asshole boyfriend.”
“Right. Well, I’m Tae. Nice to meet you, Miyeon.”
She was maybe skinny but healthy. Tight waist, great ass, tits way too perky for someone so slim. No bra, no shame. Brown eyes, skin a little paler than usual for Seoul. The jumper clung to her body, thin straps holding it up, deep V down her chest. Not a lot of cleavage, but enough to make me stare. She wore black strappy heels that made her legs look longer, feet bare except for a gloss of nail polish. She was the kind of sexy you only see late at night.
I pulled out into the street. Miyeon scrolled through her phone for a minute, legs crossed, heel dangling from her foot. After a few blocks, she looked over.
“How long you been doing this?”
“Almost a year.” I glanced down at her legs—smooth, crossed just so, the slit in her jumper riding high up her thigh.
She turned in her seat, one arm over the headrest, half facing me. “Ever had any wild rides?”
“Wild? Not really.” I shrugged. Then I started telling her about some of the more memorable passengers. She laughed, voice low, lips quirking at the edge. Her body language was all open, arms loose, top barely holding her in.
Then her tone shifted. She tilted her head, gave me a look. “You ever fuck one of your passengers?”
I glanced at her. She held my gaze with a slow, dirty smile on her face. “Nope. Haven’t been that lucky.” I shot back.
She barked a short laugh. “How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“Really? I thought you were older.” She eyed me, half teasing, half serious.
“What? Come on, I don’t look that old.” I shook my head, but I was grinning.
She tilted her head. “Want to guess my age?”
I shook my head. “Nah… it's not appropriate to ask a woman her age anyway.”
She leaned back, pleased with that answer. “Smart,” she said softly as she uncrossed her legs, dragging one hand up the inside of her thigh, slow, on purpose. It was casual but deliberate—she knew I was watching.
“Older guys are better anyway.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, hand lingering near her collarbone. “I’ve always liked older men more.”
She was definitely flirting now, cocky as she gets. I played along, watching her face as I replied, “Yeah, I get it. When you get older, you start to realize it’s about making woman cum as much as you can. Way more fun than just getting off yourself.”
She locked eyes with me, that smirk back on her lips. “So you like making girls cum?”
The way she said it wasn’t a question.
“There’s nothing better than making a woman cum,” I say. “Seriously. Nothing beats figuring out what turns a woman on—how she likes to be touched, kissed, fucked. Finding every spot that makes her squirm.” I glance over at her, letting the words hang. “Best thing in the world.”
Miyeon doesn’t say anything, but the air in the car is thick now, the kind of tension that soaks into your skin. We drive in silence for a bit, making some small talk about the weather, baseball, pretending nothing’s building up. But every look, every brush of her fingers against her thighs, just amps it up.
We pull up outside her place—a quiet street, lights off in half the houses. I put the car in park, reach over to unlock her door.
She doesn’t get out. Instead, she puts her hands together in her lap, looking down for half a second, then meeting my eyes. “I have a proposal for you. Just let me finish before you say anything.”
“Alright.” I lean back, waiting.
She takes a breath. “I want you to come inside with me. You can do anything you want to me—however you want. Be as rough as you want. Use me however you want. Only rule is no marks. Nothing that shows tomorrow.”
My cock twitches in my jeans just hearing her say it.
She keeps going. “But—here’s the catch. You can never contact me. Don’t try to find me on Instagram or whatever. And if we ever run into each other out in public, you act like you’ve never met me. If I want to do this again, I’ll text you—just a place and time, probably a hotel. You never reply. Just show up. If you can’t, it’s over. No questions.”
She finally stops, turning her head to look at me straight on. “Well? Are you in?”
I don’t even think about it. “Yeah. I’m all in.” Then I pause. “Just one thing. If I see you somewhere and you’re by yourself—am I allowed to talk to you?”
“That’s fine. But only if I start the conversation.”
“So—outside, you run the show. But once we step inside, I’m in charge.”
She nods, hand on the door. “Exactly. So, are you coming inside or not?”
I kill the engine, shove the keys in my pocket and said yes.
She gets out and I follow, watching her body move under the jumper. The open back shows off her skin—smooth, tight, not a single line out of place. Her ass is insane. Firm but still bounces when she walks. Miyeon glides through the entryway, every step making me want to grab her and bend her over the nearest surface.
She stops in the living room, half-lit by streetlights through the window. I step up behind her, my cock already hard, pressed right between her cheeks as I wrap my arm around her waist. My other hand slides up under the jumper, finding her bare tit and squeezing—she’s so soft, nipple hardening instantly against my palm. Miyeon tips her head, lets out a quiet moan, her hair falling to the side as I kiss the line of her neck. My other hand buries in her hair, grabbing a fistful, pulling her head back just enough.
“Your body is insane,” I growl against her ear. I let go of her breast and hair just long enough to reach for the zipper at the back of her jumper, already tugging it down to get her naked.
I slip the thin straps off her shoulders, letting them fall loose. The jumper slides down her body—slow, inch by inch over her tits, her flat stomach, then clings to the curve of her hips before I peel it all the way to her ankles. Miyeon’s got on nothing but a tiny black g-string, barely a strip of fabric, the back riding high up between her ass cheeks. The little triangle at the front barely covers anything. The satin band wraps her waist, lines cutting tight into her skin. I squat to help her step out of the jumper, taking my time to trace her legs with my hands as she steps free.
Miyeon moves to kick off her heels, but I grab her wrist. “Heels stay on.” I said, she smirks, liking the control, but lets me have it.
I drop my own clothes in a pile. My cock is already hard, pressing right back between her ass cheeks as I stand behind her. I start kissing her neck again, the smell of her shampoo and skin thick in my nose. Both hands come up, grabbing her tits—rough, palms full, fingertips rolling her nipples, pinching and pulling until they’re stiff and swollen.
Miyeon pushes her ass back and grinding against me. I mouth her neck, biting a little, hands twisting her nipples a little harder. She gasps, bites her bottom lip as she leans into it. I squeeze her tits together, pull them apart, twist them harder just to see how she’ll react. Miyeon’s moan comes loud. “Oh, fuck…” she breathes, almost more growl than words.
I don’t let up. One hand keeps her tits trapped, the other slides down, running over her flat belly, past her waistband. I press two fingers right into her slit through the g-string—she’s soaked, heat radiating even through the satin. I start circling her clit, rubbing harder and faster. Miyeon groans, hips rolling into my hand, trying to ride my fingers through the fabric.
The sound of her wetness builds, slick and messy, as I work her. My cock is pinned between her ass cheeks while her pussy pressed against my hand, both of us grinding. Miyeon’s breathing goes ragged, her body jerking as I pinch her nipple with one hand and rub her clit with the other. She cums hard, her voice breaking open with a loud moan. “Fuck—” She bends at the waist, hands braced on the back of the sofa, gasping for breath.
I grab the string of her thong, yank it up hard between her cheeks, the material wedging deep, splitting her pussy lips, making her rise up on her toes. Miyeon moans again, even louder, riding out a second orgasm with her hair falling in a curtain around her face.
I spin her around, kiss her rough and deep, my tongue shoving into her mouth. She kissed back instantly—just as hungry. I grab her g-string, fist the fabric, and rip it. The snap is loud as the string breaking in my grip. Her eyes go wide, but she just laughs, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist, balancing on the edge of the couch as her pussy leaves a wet smear across my shorts.
She broke the kiss as I looking down at her—naked now except for her heels, skin flushed, breathing hard. She’s got this girl-next-door face, something almost innocent about her eyes, even now. I lower my head, kissing her body, tracing my lips along her ribs, her belly, her navel, everywhere.
“Suck my tits—please.” Her hands shove my head into her chest. I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard, tongue flicking the tip. Miyeon groans, her legs crushing my waist. I switch sides, biting, sucking, hands squeezing both tits at once. She arches her back then slides backwards, neck and shoulders landing on the couch seat while her legs still locked around me.
She wobbles, almost falling, and I catch her by the thighs, holding her steady. We both break out laughing, her chest heaving under my hands.
“Nice catch,” she breathes.
“Well, I can’t have you getting injured now.” I murmur, grinning as I kiss Miyeon’s flat stomach, dragging my tongue around her navel.
Miyeon laughs, running her hands through my hair. “No one’s ever done that to me. Ripping my g-string like that?” She grins. “That was hot.”
I keep teasing her skin, lips brushing just above her mound. “If you know where to grab, they’ll snap every time.” My tongue circles her navel again, then I slide down between her thighs, eyes locked on her pussy.
She’s spread out, legs wide open in my grip. Her pussy lips are puffy and hot and wet, clit swollen, everything glistening with her cum. Miyeon’s pussy is tight and tucked in, a perfect pink—standing out against her hips. I have to pause, just to stare.
“You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Miyeon. Smooth, tight—so fucking pink. I love how wet you get.”
Miyeon bites her lip, running both hands down over her mound. “I keep it shaved.” She pulls her lips apart, showing me everything, putting herself on display. “I want you to cum inside me. When you finally fuck me, I want it all.” She laughs. “Use me however you want.”
I groan. “Your pussy is perfect.” I lower my mouth, running my tongue from her hole all the way up her slit, circling her clit slow, then fast, then sealing my lips around her love bud and flicking it over and over. I keep her legs wide open with my arms, holding her steady while I eat her out.
“Nnhh—” Miyeon cries out, her moans bouncing off the walls. My tongue works everywhere—lips, folds, clit, even dipping inside as deep as I can, drinking her in.
The longer I go, the louder Miyeon gets. Her thighs clamp around my head, hips rolling up to grind her pussy into my mouth. I can feel her getting close, breath hitching, body starting to shake. I slide two fingers inside her—deep, but instead of going for her sweet spot, I curl them down, pressing out towards her ass. The move rips a scream out of her, Miyeon’s hands in my hair, dragging me into her, cumming hard. Her pussy clamps down, soaking my fingers and jaw.
“Where did you learn that?! Shit—!” She cums again, a mess all over my hand, and again when I keep up the pressure. Finally, she grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away, her pussy sucking at my fingers as I pull out.
Miyeon’s breathless, staring at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling. I trail kisses along her inner thigh, nipping her soft skin as she shivers.
“What was that?” she pants, half-laughing.
I kiss her pussy lips again. “Just a little trick. Looks like you loved it.”
“Oh god, yes,” Miyeon says. Then she grabs my face, holding me there. “What else are you going to do to me?”
I smirk. “Your pussy probably needs a break.”
I plant a last kiss on her mound, then push her legs back—folding her almost in half, ass up, her ass on full display.
Then I press my tongue to Miyeon’s asshole, licking her softly at first. She moans, her hips shivering. I push harder, circling her rim, and she groans louder, grabbing the back of the couch, her flat stomach tightening under my hands. I spread her ass wider, burying my face between her cheeks, tongue pushing into her tight hole. Miyeon cries out, digging into the fabric for balance.
I reach between her legs, spreading her pussy lips and pushing two fingers deep into her soaked heat while my tongue keeps working her ass. Her body shudders—she cums almost instantly, legs shaking, voice broken. I give her one last long lick, tasting her, before I pull back and stand.
I grab Miyeon’s hands, haul her to her feet, and kissed hers. Our tongues tangle, her hands all over my back, nails dragging down my skin. I turn her around and push her forward—she bends over the couch without hesitation, ass high, feet still in those black heels, while her legs spread just enough.
I smack her ass hard—Miyeon yelps, sharp and breathy, her whole body jolting forward, ass rippling under my hand. I can’t help but stare. The way her back curves, the delicate line of her spine disappearing beneath that mess of dark hair. Her waist so small.
I grab my cock, stroking it as I line up behind her. “God, you look unreal,” I mutter—half to her, half to myself. I run the tip up and down her slick folds, spreading her wetness everywhere, just watching her squirm. Her pussy’s glistening, lips swollen, already parting for me.
“Please. Please, just fuck me,” Miyeon begs.
I take my time, rubbing the head against her pussy lips, teasing her opening, watching her hips push back. I could stare at this forever—her perfect ass, the way her thighs shake, the way she holds her breath.
Finally, I press my cock to her entrance and push in, slow and steady. Her pussy stretches around, sucking me in inch by inch. I groan—she’s so tight. Miyeon drops her head, hair covering her face, and lets out this low, guttural moan. Her whole body tenses, then melts, taking me deeper. Her juices coat my cock, making it shine as I pull out, then slam back in, this time all the way to the base, hips flush against her ass.
“Fuck, Miyeon. Just like that.” I grab her ass, spread her wide, watching my cock disappear into her body, her swollen pussy wrapped tight, her puckered asshole still slick from my tongue.
“It feels so good—oh god—” Miyeon looks back over her shoulder, hair falling in her face.
I grab her hair, winding it around my fist, pulling just enough to arch her back, making her ass push back into me. She grinds on my cock, every movement making her tits swing, my balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her cries get louder, higher, as I fucked her harder and faster, hips snapping, couch rocking.
I can feel her pussy start to flutter, tightening up, that wild clench that means she’s about to cum again. I love how fast she gets there—every orgasm just makes her wetter, needier.
“That’s it, Miyeon. Cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock—”
Miyeon’s pussy clenches down on me, hard—then shuddering as she lets out a long, low, guttural moan. I feel her cum flooding around my cock, soaking us both, the slick sounds growing even wetter. It’s so much that I hear it dripping onto the hardwood, a messy puddle forming beneath us. The way she gushes, it’s like a squirt—her juices running down her thighs and coating my cock every time I pull out and slam back in.
I start fucking her harder, hips pounding into her ass, the whole room echoing with the slap of skin and Miyeon’s desperate, wild cries. All I can hear is her voice, the crash of my hips against her, and the wet noise every time I bottom out.
“I’m gonna cum!” I groan, my cock swelling, balls drawing tight. I hold back, fighting the urge, every muscle tensed until it’s almost painful.
“Cum inside me! Fill me up—” Miyeon pants, voice breaking as she throws her ass back onto me.
One last thrust and I bury myself deep, unloading thick, hot spurts of cum inside her. My legs shake with every shot, each one pushing deeper, filling her up. I finally let go, slumping over her, both of us spent and catching our breath. My hands press to her sweaty back, feeling her chest rise and fall as she leans into the couch.
“Shit, I haven’t cum that hard in forever,” I mutter, kissing her spine, tasting sweat and sex on her skin.
“Oh god… I’ve never been fucked like that.” Miyeon’s still trembling, panting, as I slide out—our cum pouring down the insides of her thighs.
I straighten up, grip both her ass cheeks, and spread her wide open. My mouth goes right to her asshole—wet, and open—I start licking, getting her hole sloppy with spit. Miyeon’s cry echoes off the walls, muffled as she grabs a pillow and screams into it.
“Don’t you stop—” she gasps, voice half-moan, half-laugh.
I look up from her ass, grinning. “Trust me—I can keep going.” I grab my cock, still hard, and press the head against her wet, twitching hole. “You make it too easy to stay hard, Miyeon.”
I push forward, watching her sphincter stretch, then pop open for me, my cockhead sliding inside her ass. Miyeon clutches the pillow tighter. “Go slow!”
I nod, steadying her hips, spreading her cheeks wider as I ease in, inch by inch. I want to feel every tight spasm, every clench. When I’m buried to the hilt, I pause, rubbing her back, letting her breathe.
“You good?” I ask, one hand sliding under her, rubbing her clit, sometimes slipping a finger back inside her soaked pussy.
“I—I’m good. Just don’t stop.” Miyeon groan.
I start to fuck her slow, savoring every second—her asshole milking my cock, every push and pull driving me crazier. The pressure is different, tighter than her pussy.
“God, you’re so tight, Miyeon. Squeeze my cock—fuck, squeeze it with your ass.”
I can feel Miyeon’s ass squeezing down on my cock, her muscles clamping around me, making it even tighter with every thrust. My second orgasm builds hard and fast—I slam into her, rough, deep, chasing that release. I bury myself in her ass one last time and unload another thick load, balls pumping, cock throbbing inside her. I keep rubbing her clit, fast and rough, and she screams, cumming again, her whole body shaking as she pinches and pulls at her own nipples.
When I finally pull out, I stare at the mess—her asshole gaping, leaking cum, a filthy cream pie spilling out. I scoop some of my cum out with two fingers and bring them to Miyeon’s lips. She sucks them in, licking them clean, looking up at me with a grin. “You taste so good.”
“Next time, you’ll take it straight from the source.”
Miyeon laughs, pressing her ass back into my crotch as she turns to kiss me. “Just how fast can you go for round three?” Her eyes are teasing.
I smirk, sliding my hand up her body, feeling her tits press to my chest. “Give me a minute. You get me going just by looking your body, Miyeon.”
She kisses me, chest to chest, bare skin sticky with sweat and cum. Her voice drops, softer. “You’re dangerous. You make me feel things I haven’t felt in years.” Her hands slide up my chest.
Before I can answer, her phone goes off, a sharp beep cutting through the afterglow. Miyeon groans, peeling herself off me to dig it out of her purse.
“Shit. My boyfriend’s on his way home.” She glances at the screen. “You need to get dressed. Sorry.”
I start grabbing my clothes, pulling on my shirt and jeans. “No problem. How close is he?” I figure she’s tracking his location—she doesn’t look worried, just annoyed.
“Five teen minutes.” Miyeon tosses her phone onto the table, stepping back over to me, arms looping around my neck. Her naked body brushes up against me. “I want to do this again. But you have to swear you won’t try to contact me. Ever.”
“I know the rules.” I said.
Before I go, I pushed Miyeon up against the wall, my hand already between her legs. I finger her pussy hard and fast, pushing two fingers deep and curling them, my palm grinding her clit. Miyeon cries out, back arching, hips grinding against my hand, and she cums again, biting down on my shoulder to keep from screaming. I smile, kiss her on the mouth, then pull away, my fingers still glistening with her slick.
“See you soon,” I tell her, and head out into the night.
-
A week passes, but Miyeon’s still burned into my head. I can’t stop thinking about her—the way she sounded, tasted, the look in her eyes. Even just spacing out, it’s like she’s everywhere.
It’s dinner time, and I hit up a local spot for some food, just trying to kill the craving. Halfway through my meal, I spot her—Miyeon, walking in with a man. She’s dressed casual, but the jeans hug her hips and ass so tight they look painted on, and the black shirt clings to her tits, showing off more than a little. I catch her eye for a split second, but she looks right through me, perfect—just like she said she would. No smile, nothing.
But I can’t stop staring. She looks unreal. I can’t help but wonder if the shirt’s got padding, or if she’s just that good. Either way, the view is enough to get my cock stirring again.
Her boyfriend leaves the table—bathroom run or something. The second he’s gone, Miyeon glances over at me, and her eyes change completely. For a moment, she gives me a look that could melt steel, all hunger and invitation, the kind that says exactly what she wants. She pulls her phone out, types something fast, then tucks it away. My phone buzzes instantly.
My pussy is soaked. Heaven Jongno. 10pm. Don’t be late.
I slip my phone away, fighting the grin on my face as her boyfriend sits back down. She doesn’t look my way again, but I know exactly what’s coming.
By 10pm, I’m at the Heaven Jongno. My phone pings.
Room 23.
I head upstairs, knock on the door, and when it opens, I almost forget how to breathe. Miyeon stands there in a skin-tight dress, cleavage on display, ass barely covered, legs long and flawless in sheer thigh highs and heels. Her feet look as good as the rest of her—tiny, perfect, the straps hugging her ankles.
I step inside and shut the door behind me, eyes dragging over her—Miyeon, standing there in nothing but a black dress and thigh highs, a thin g-string peeking out above the tops. “Thigh highs? How did—”
She’s on me before I finish. Her lips brushing my ear. “Don’t all men love them? You look like the type.” Her kiss lands soft, tongue flicking across my lips, wet and teasing. “I’m glad you like them.”
I shove her back, hard, until her spine hits the wall with a sharp gasp. My hand is already between her legs, fingers sliding under that strip of the lace, feeling the heat and slick. She’s soaked—my fingers glide right through, spreading her open, then pressing in deep. I curl two inside, feeling her pussy clench down tight as I pull her into another kiss.
Miyeon moans against my lips, hands finding my shorts in one rough motion. She pops the button, drags everything down to my knees, then grabs my cock—no hesitation, just pure hunger, stroking me, her palm sticky with pre-cum. She hooks one leg up around my hip, grinding herself against my hand as my thumb finds her clit. I work her—slow at first, then faster—feeling her hips jump. She rips herself from my mouth with a cry, cumming hard all over my fingers.
I watch her, chest heaving, dress bunched up around her waist. I grin, peeling the fabric up, over her hips, over her head. She raises her arms, lets me strip her down to nothing but that bra and g-string, heels still on. I just stand there for a second, staring—every inch of her, lingerie stretched over perfect skin, legs long and smooth in those thigh highs. She looks like every filthy fantasy you’ve ever had.
“On your knees,” I say.
She drops straight down, eyes fixed on my cock. I step out of my shorts, her hand already wrapping around me, stroking it slow. I reach down, gather her hair in a fist, pull it into a messy ponytail. Her lips part right away, waiting.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Miyeon. Open up.”
“Yes—use my slutty mouth,” she gasps, both hands grabbing my thighs as I push my cock to her lips.
I watch her wrap her mouth around me, tongue swirling over the head, spit already dripping down the shaft as I push in. My grip tightens in her hair, holding her steady while I start thrusting—slow at first, feeling her mouth open up, her tongue flattening, cheeks hollowing as I push deeper.
“That’s it,” I mutter, watching her eyes flick up—lids heavy, mouth stretched wide around my cock. She relaxes her throat, letting me slide all the way in until her lips press flush to the base, nose buried in my skin. My cock is thick, and she gags on it—eyes watering, throat squeezing, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth. I hold her there a second, feeling her tongue flex, her jaw straining, just watching her take it.
Miyeon finally pulls back, gasping for air, hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking me slow as her tongue swirls over the tip. Saliva runs down her chin, catching on her bra, glossy and messy. I push her hand away, grab her by the hair, and shove back in—driving deep, my hips rocking forward, cock filling her mouth until she chokes again. Her gags echoing off the walls, making my dick throb harder with every wet sound.
I start to fuck her throat—deep, steady strokes, using her mouth like it’s nothing but a hole to get off in. My shaft is glazed with spit, strands of drool dangling from her chin to her chest. Mascara streaks down her cheeks, black lines running under her eyes as tears spill over. Every time I bottom out, she chokes, gags, her throat spasming tight around me, the sound pure filth.
I pull out—Miyeon coughs, a thick glob of saliva splattering down her chest. She barely gets a breath before I’m feeding my cock back into her mouth, both hands twisted in her hair, holding her steady as I fuck her face, rougher and deeper, feeling her lips stretch, her tongue flatten, her jaw shake.
“I’m close,” I snarl, feeling her throat squeeze me, her eyes locked on mine, face ruined and perfect. One last thrust—I yank out and unload, thick ropes of cum streaking across her cheeks, lips, and neck, some dripping down to her chest. My legs almost give, watching the last spurts paint her skin.
Miyeon just kneels there, face splattered in cum. “Oh god—”
I haul her up, dragging her straight to the bed. She falls back, legs spread wide, heels still digging into the mattress, her pussy bare and shining. I take a long look—g-string pulled aside, lips puffy, slick running down her thighs. I push two fingers inside, knuckles deep, feeling her clamp down, already soaked again. I start working her fast, fucking her hard with my hand, while grinding against her clit.
She arches up, moaning, cheeks streaked, mouth open, hands grabbing fistfuls of sheet. Her whole face is a wreck—mascara smeared, cum glistening everywhere.
“Cum for me, Miyeon,” I growl, fingers pistoning in and out, the wet slap of her pussy filling the room.
Her pussy clamps down around my fingers, her body shuddering as she squirt, soaking my hand and the sheets underneath. I don’t give her a break. I drop straight down, mouth on her clit, sucking it hard, tongue flicking over her swollen bud. She squirts again, legs kicking, thighs clamping around my head. I keep at it, working my fingers in her, feeling her pulse and spasm, until she breaks for a third time—her whole body jerking, pussy squeezing tight, juices leaking out everywhere.
Finally, I pull my hand out, lean up, and kiss her pussy, tasting how creamy she gets when she’s spent. “You get so creamy when you cum like that,” I murmur, wiping my fingers over her puffy, ruined lips. I move up her body, leaving wet kisses across her belly, then up to her chest, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking, then biting lightly, before moving to her other tits.
Miyeon can barely catch her breath. “You’ve made me cum more than my boyfriend ever has. And you haven’t even fucked me yet,” she manages. She reaches for a towel but I grab her wrist, pinning it to the bed.
“Don’t wipe it off. I want to see you like this—face covered in cum while I fuck you.”
Miyeon is a mess—cum streaked across her cheeks, mascara running, hair tangled. She’s beautiful in the filthiest way.
“One thing I love about your body,” I grin, guiding her up my body, “is how easy it is to move you wherever I want.” I say.
Miyeon straddles my hips, knees pressed to my sides. Miyeon hovers over my cock, dragging her slick slit along the shaft.
When we got into position. She grabs my cock, lines it up, then sinks down slow—inch by inch, her pussy opening up, tight and wet, swallowing me deep. Her head tips back, eyes rolling up, mouth open as she takes it all.
“You’re still so hard,” she gasps.
“You love it,” I mutter, watching her ride, her tits bouncing under my hands. “My cock in your pussy, stretching you open. You love being fucked like this.”
“Yes—oh god, yes! It feels good!” Miyeon moans, hands braced on my chest, rocking her hips, grinding her clit against me, fucking herself with slow, needy rhythm. Her ass bounces with every move, the sound is so filthy.
I slide my hands up, grab her tits, squeezing, rolling her nipples between my fingers, feeling them harden and twitch under my palms.
“Come on, Miyeon—cum for me. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
“Oh fuck!” Miyeon gasps, grinding down hard. Her pussy clamping on my cock like a fist, and then she just came—screaming, shuddering through a messy, powerful orgasm, holding tight as the aftershocks roll through her.
When she finally comes down, she tosses her hair back, sweat and cum streaking her face, then sits up straight on my cock, still buried deep inside her. She rides me slow, hips moving with a steady grind.
“Your is insane,” she whispers, voice spent but needy. She rocks back and forth, her pussy massaging my cock just right, front wall milking the head with every movement.
“Right there, Miyeon… nice and slow, just like that. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” My grip tightens on her hips while her rhythm driving me straight to the edge.
Miyeon sinks down and fucks me slow, every movement dragging out the pleasure. It’s one of the best slow fucks I’ve ever had—just pure, perfect friction. When I finally cum, I feel her clench up and cum with me, our bodies shaking together, my cock pumping another load deep inside her. We stay like that, staring into each other’s eyes, lost in the rawness of it.
She lets out a shaky breath, her body softening on top of me. “I need to shower before I go home,” Miyeon murmurs.
“I know,” I say quietly, hand tracing her back.
We shower together—scrubbing sweat and cum from each other’s skin, mouths never far apart. I fuck her again against the shower wall, lifting her up and slamming her down onto my cock, her legs tight around my waist as the water pours over us. It’s fast, and rough—a final claim before she has to leave.
We dry off, not saying much, just sharing the last bit of heat from the shower. Miyeon gets dressed, fixing her hair, checking her face in the mirror. I pull on my clothes, watching her slip back into that tight dress, thigh highs rolled up perfect, heels clicking softly on the hotel floor.
She stands by the door, keys in hand, eyes on me. There’s a half-smile, her cheeks still flushed. She steps close and leans in for one last kiss—slow, deep, just the taste of her, nothing left unsaid.
When she pulls back, she grins, voice low. “Don’t get used to it. This was just…” She shrugs, a little wicked, a little soft. “Heaven for a night.”
I look her over one more time. “Yeah. Best night I’ve had in a long time.”
Miyeon lingers, thumb brushing my jaw, then slips out the door, gone just as fast as she came. All that’s left is her scent on my skin and that last echo in my head.
Proceed with caution. For more Yeji, check the Idol Masterlist.
Word count: 15.7K | Tags: Smut, Sensory Deprivation, BDSM, Gangbang, Large Insertions, Mind Break, Watersports, Bukkake.
Yeji sacrifices herself to help clear the group's debt, accidentally cornering herself for an all-night gangbang that will mark a before and after in her sexual life.
“Unnie, you said we had a meeting now?” Yuna asked Yeji, entering the room after finishing her Vlive. She was slightly taken aback by seeing the rest of the group and their manager already waiting for her.
“Hi, Yuna, please, take a seat,” the manager requested, signaling the empty seat almost in front of him.
She followed along, not knowing what to expect and wondering about the folder in his hand. Lia, Ryujin, and Chaeryeong seemed a bit anxious. Yeji's face screamed she had not agreed with the situation.
“So, as you all know, after every performance we get offers from investors willing to spend money to pay your debt in exchange for services,” he began, making Yeji cross her arms as she exhaled loudly. “Yesterday’s performance at the Indonesia K-Pop Awards was no exception.”
It was clear that only Yeji knew what that was about, so the manager continued. “Investors are aware Yeji is the only tribute in this group, but with your upcoming eighteenth birthday, Yuna, we have received some offers that are too good not to be considered.”
Yuna smiled, excited at the possibilities in front of her. However, she hid her smile after sensing Yeji’s look.
“I know you’ve been insisting on tributing, but any changes to the group’s tribute arrangement have to be approved by the group’s leader,” the manager nodded towards Yeji, giving her the word.
“She’s not doing any of this now. They'll have to wait,” Yeji firmly declared.
Yuna lowered her face while the other girls looked at the leader, wondering why she was so strict this time.
“Why don’t we see the offers first?” Ryujin intervened. “You took over the tribute roll from the beginning. Maybe we can help.”
“You don’t know how crazy some of those guys get,” Yeji replied, keeping a straight face. “I don’t want you to have to go through all that just…”
“You know I’ve been waiting for this,” interrupted Yuna, “I can take them and help us with the debt. If you and I tribute, it will give you a rest!”
“Let me show you the offers before you jump in too soon,” the manager intervened, trying to calm the waters. “Investors A and B are already in their fifties. Investor C is in his forties. If you move forward, you won't see them until the day of the service,” he explained, placing three sheets of paper in front of them.
Yuna pursed her lips. She didn’t love the idea of getting fucked by someone as old or older than her father.
“Investor A wants to use you in front of their party. He'll be hosting an event next month, and Yuna would be the closing performance,” he continued. The maknae bit her lip at the thought of being displayed in such a way.
“Investor B wants to do some shibary with Yuna, but he also expressed the idea of using candles during the session. This, of course, includes use of your holes while you’re restricted,” he explained. Chaeryeong's eyes showed interest in that before looking at Yuna, who was rubbing her legs against each other.
“Investor C,” he added, “wants free use of you for a whole night, and permission to cum inside your pussy as much as he may need.” Lia placed her hands between her legs, trying to recall the last time she had been creampied.
“These are fairly common requests,” Ryujin stated. “Yeji has already gone through half of these requests with other investors. What makes these worth a meeting?”
“They’re doubling their investments if they get Yuna,” he replied, making the maknae open her eyes as wide as she could. She turned to Yeji with pleading eyes.
“Unnie, please! I can take at least two of these! C’s proposal has been a fantasy of mine, and B doesn’t sound so bad,” she pouted, leaning into the table, making herself look small as she looked up to the leader. Yeji simply looked at the manager, telling him to continue.
“The investors have also been in contact with each other,” he added, making them all turn to see him as he explained. “They're all from Japan, and also proposed to have a private foursome with her.”
Yuna was taken aback. She had had threesomes before with her seniors to help clear her trainee debt, but never a foursome, and much less with strangers. “H-how much are they offering for that?” She asked.
“They’re combining their offers. You would cover a good portion of your debt if you get Yeji’s approval.”
“She’s not doing that,” she declared firmly to the manager before turning to the maknae. “Yuna, I’ll offer myself to take the last proposal. This is too much for your first service with this kind of people.”
Her words made Yuna lower her face, knowing the leader won’t bend. Chaeryeong looked at Lia, who elbowed Ryujin, making her intervene for them.
“Unnie,” Ryujin broke the silence with an awkward tone. “We've been talking, and you need some help with the whole tributing thing. And Yuna’s already eager to help.”
Yeji sighed. “I know," she admitted with her eyes closed." That’s why I agreed to even have this meeting,” she replied, somewhat defeated, making Yuna look up again. “You can become a tribute the following year, alright?” She stated, leaning into the table and holding Yuna’s hands. “Just let the holiday season end. You’ll have plenty of investors making a line to sleep with you, and you’ll be able to choose.”
Yuna smiled happily, jumping to hug Yeji, finally letting the other girls smile calmly.
“Thank you,” Ryujin mouthed to the leader as Yuna squeezed her.
“I’ll make the preparations, and we'll see what they counteroffer,” their manager sighed. “I’ll keep you posted, Yeji,” he added as he collected his papers.
A week later, Yeji had to skip the event of the Asia Artists Awards due to a minor back injury. Normally, she would have pushed herself to be in the event, but the investors had requested a video call with her and her manager to present their final offer. However, they never turned their cameras on.
Since Itzy will need to record another promotion for their album IT'z ITZY, the investors had proposed the night of December 17th, after the KBS event, a day before the showcase was aired. Yeji and their manager agreed on that, as it would give her enough time to rest in between live appearances.
Their following words were carefully chosen, establishing that all the participants could use her holes. That included rough fucking, multiple penetration, and them cumming inside her. She would let her pubic hair grow. She would be restrained with shibari techniques, and they would be careful not to leave any lasting visible mark, ensuring the ones left would be gone by the time of her next public appearance. They also requested unrestricted use of sex toys and other tools. The session was expected to last four hours.
Yeji was shocked. She had experienced a foursome before, but she was free to move. Here, she would be at their mercy; if they even had that with her.
The manager noticed her concern and asked them how much they would pay for that. They would double the initial offer they had made for Yuna.
She was scared, thinking of their words carefully, how they were thoughtfully planned for them to make the most out of that deal, and how much that night would cost her personally. She also thought of saving Yuna from the need to tributing. If the maknae was to be a slut, she better be it because she wanted to and not to pay the group’s debt.
“I-I want triple the original offer,” she requested, looking at the floor. Silence took over the room. “And you can use me how you please from midnight until sunrise… Without leaving any marks,” she hesitated to add.
They accepted. The call concluded.
She felt her heart rushing as her mind ran a hundred scenarios of what they'd do to her. Despite the fear this caused her, she felt her pussy getting wet.
The manager looked at her as he collected the notes he'd sent to their lawyer to make the agreement on paper. “Yeji,” he started, “I know you think of the group first before you think of yourself, but you just cornered yourself against them.”
“You think I don't know? It's me who they'll be fucking, not you,” she yelled defensively.
Her manager sighed. “Did you hear the number of participants?” He asked in a calm, worried tone, hiding his frustration. Yeji looked down, trying to remember their words.
“They never specified that today. And today was the day that mattered,” he added, making Yeji realize it may not only be a foursome. “You just gave yourself on a silver platter with that ’how you please’ for basically 6 hours,” he stated, with his hand on her back. He didn't want to make her feel worse, but he wanted her to be aware of what she had gotten herself into.
“I'll try to make them stipulate it. But they'll be managing the NDAs this time, so it will be harder.” The manager looked at her, defeated. He told her he'd go for the other girls at the AAA so she could have company.
It took them a little over two hours to come back. They all rushed to see their leader, who was lying down on the big couch, looking at the ceiling with no expression on her face.
“Unnie!” Yuna yelled, running towards her and giving her a tight hug as she snuggled with her. This brought Yeji back to reality from the depths of her thoughts.
Lia was quick to kneel in front of her face, asking how she felt and if she needed anything. Chaeryeong was already entering the kitchen to prepare dinner, signaling Ryujin to go help her.
“Next year I'll make them pay more for each service so you don't have to do this again,” Yuna promised, playing with some of Yeji’s hair, trying to lighten the mood.
“We're all thankful for what you do for us, but this goes to a whole other level,” Jisu added, keeping her eyes on Yeji.
“I'm not saying that you owe me anything, but you'll have to take care of me if something happens,” Yeji finally spoke, raising her eyebrows, and making everyone look at her.
“Lia already said it: Anything you need,” Ryujin replied from the kitchen, as she and Chaeryeong prepared the leader’s comfort dinner.
“Anything you need,” Chaeryeong mouthed to Ryujin, mocking her. It was already common for Ryujin to pamper Yeji after she came back from every service session, but Chaeryeong had noticed the way Ryujin looked at her at any given time.
After dinner, Yeji explained a bit of the situation to all of them.
“But, they said they wouldn’t hurt you, right?” Yuna asked with clear worry in her eyes. The leader simply nodded.
“Even if they said that, they mean it more in a lasting injury kind of way,” Lia remarked, “Remember when she came back from that pair?”
“Talking hurt the following day,” Yeji replied, reminiscing about the time she forcefully learnt to deepthroat. “Of course, I know anything could happen. But the sooner we move on from this, the sooner I’ll recover from whatever they'll do to me.”
“Whatever they'll do to you?” Chaeryeong asked, clearly concerned. “You know what will happen, that’s what the contracts are for, right?”
Yeji nodded, but her face indicated something was wrong. Ryujin knelt next to her and held her hand. “What happened?”
The leader explained how the meeting went, her thought process, and how she put herself in a corner against them. “They’ve got good money. But any investor getting their hands dirty in this can fall easily if anything goes wrong. So I think I’ll be fine.”
Ryujin hugged her. “We'll have everything ready for when you come back. I’ll pick you up personally, alright?”
The following days were filled with rehearsals for the upcoming December events: their performance at the MAMA’s, the recording of their Japan showcase, and the music festivals from KBS, SBS, and MBS. Some of which were already rehearsing in advance in case Yeji needed some days to fully recover.
Halfway through them, Yuna’s eighteenth birthday required a small celebration that concluded with the manager’s call, sharing the flooding of investors’ requests.
Yuna felt a certain pride in having a never-ending queue of men waiting for her. She felt even better after her first live appearance doubled the call volume.
Yeji was fairly relieved that the maknae could, at least, get to choose the options that would interest her the most. A privilege most tributes in the industry don’t get.
The relief was short-lived, as reality struck when they heard the Japanese crew was already in Korea, setting up the stage. Throughout those two days, she began to feel as if she was no longer in control. While unsettling, the sensation also brought a more submissive side of her. She followed the crew’s cues diligently during the recording.
While the staff did their best to speak in Korean with the group, they spoke Japanese among themselves. Yeji knew enough to get by, and as much as she tried to hear something that would point to the investors already being there, she couldn’t get anything. The day ended without much fuss after that.
She felt lucky to have a busy schedule that also allowed her to feel loved and cared for by the other members. However, being busy and loved makes time fly.
Their performance at the KBS festival went as expected, and the rest of the festival went by smoothly. Everything wrapped up as usual.
The girls, along with their manager, had gone back to their apartment. Following standard protocol when there was a chance of her ass being used, Yeji prepared her butt with an enema. Once she was clean, as instructed, she put on her white, red carpet outfit, this time with no underwear. She had barely eaten that day due to the event, and after it was done, she had just enough water to recover from the performances. Despite this, the anticipation kept any hunger or thirst away from her.
The girls hugged her tightly before she went down to the van, accompanied by her manager and Ryujin, who never let go of her hand.
The way to the location was a bit silent. She had enough experience with investors to know the procedure and that she had to keep the agreement.
Upon their arrival, Ryujin looked at Yeji and kissed her on the lips. The leader didn’t know she needed that and finally allowed herself to breathe.
“I’ll be back at the door at sunrise, alright? Not a minute later,” Ryujin confirmed with a kiss on her forehead.
The van’s door slid open by one of the investor’s workers. He was wearing a mask and, without saying a word, offered his hand so she could get out of the vehicle. As she got out, she saw a big house surrounded by green areas. ‘There’s no way anyone will hear me,’ she thought as they walked past the door, exactly at midnight.
When she entered the hallway leading to what she thought was the living room, a large one at that, she immediately noticed the series of ropes that went through metal structures attached to the columns surrounding the area.
She was met by three masked men in suits. The back of their hands reflected their age. Above them, she saw two thick bamboo sticks with ropes already tied to them. Most of the ropes went through pulleys. She was surprised by the attention to detail the mechanism required. Behind the men were a couple of long benches and a black box, about the height of their knees.
“Welcome, Miss Hwang Yeji,” started the younger one at her right. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. “It is truly a pleasure to have you here with us. I see you followed our instructions, and I hope you continue to do so throughout the night,” he stated, speaking Korean to a level that sounded straight from a textbook while he walked closer to her.
Yeji simply nodded, unconsciously pouting. “Please, let us hear your voice,” he requested, taking her face by the chin as he looked her in the eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered shyly, avoiding his eyes, just loud enough for them to hear her in the quiet room.
“Let’s get you in your outfit for the rest of the night,” he continued, comfortably placing his hands behind his back. “Undress,” he ordered her in Japanese.
“Y-yes,” she replied, following the change to Japanese. Shyly, she untied the long pieces of fabric around her arm and neck before unzipping her back. She took a deep breath before letting her white outfit fall to the floor around her feet.
She felt a cold breeze going through her whole body, feeling goosebumps on her skin. She didn’t know if it was the open windows on the back or the adrenaline piling up as she felt their eyes examining her legs, her unshaved pussy, just as they had requested, and her small breasts. Whatever it was, she felt her pussy getting wet already, adding to the shame as she felt her body betraying her.
The man offered his hand, so she stepped out of her white outfit on the floor. He knelt in front of her and signaled her heels. “Please,” he said kindly.
Yeji raised her leg, allowing him to take off her heel, and repeated the process for her other foot. The cold floor on her feet served as a reminder of how vulnerable she was there.
He stood up, scanning her whole body. “You truly are a beauty from head to toe,” he whispered in Korean while the back of his finger traced the lines on her abs. "I see you followed our requests," he acknowledged, running his fingertips on Yeji's pubes, causing her to squirm a bit in her place. "I trust you followed protocol as well," he added, placing his whole palm in the curve of her ass, squeezing it gently.
"Yes," she replied, trying to collect herself and not show any expression.
“Introduce yourself,” he ordered, again in Japanese and stepping back to give her space.
“Hi, I’m Itzy’s Yeji. Thank you for having me. I hope you enjoy this night,” she replied in Japanese, bowing to them.
The man offered his hand again. She took it and was guided to the center of the living room, right below the ropes. One of the men passed a blindfold to the younger one. He stood in front of her, taking her chin one more time so their eyes met, even if she could not see his.
“From this moment on,” he told her in Korean, “you are nothing but a doll for us, and as a good quality doll, your body will stay still as we play with you.” He moved his head slightly, signaling her to confirm.
“Y-yes,” she replied in Japanese.
“Good. Tonight, you will be restricted in more than one way. Your sight and hearing will be highly limited,” he explained in Korean, taking two earplugs from his pocket to show her. They were too familiar to her. “I paid a little extra to have them done for you. Your company provided the mould.” Yeji opened her eyes as wide as she could in surprise.
“Before you put them on,” he continued, “I need you to understand, so I’ll make it easy for you. If you want us to slow down, you will say ‘Dalla.’ If you want to stop, you’ll say ‘Icy.’ Understood?”
“Y-yes… Understood,” she hesitated. He moved his hand for her to repeat it. “Dalla to slow down, I-icy to stop,” she repeated, trying to engrave that mechanic in her head.
“Well done. But you’ll have your mouth busy at times. If you can’t talk, you will snap your fingers. One hand for us to slow down, both hands for us to stop. Can you snap your fingers?” He asked, maintaining a comforting tone and signaling her to do it. Yeji snapped with both hands at the same time.
He laughed softly. “Good kitty,” he whispered, loud enough only for her to hear, and making her clench her pussy. His attention and guidance had already sold this experience for her.
“You will put on your earplugs,” he ordered. “After that, I’ll put this blindfold on you. What will you be after that?”
Yeji’s curiosity had already turned into excitement, even if she didn’t want to admit it yet. “I’ll be the perfect doll for you to play with,” she replied in Japanese, looking at his mask as she smirked, unable to hide her excitement.
Her response made the three men chuckle in satisfaction. She was instructed to put on the earplugs then. As soon as she did, everything went almost quiet, except for the blood flowing through her, which added an unnatural feeling to their muted voices. It made all sound as if she were underwater.
She thought she had heard the man in front of her, but she wasn’t sure of it, so she raised her face to him, frowning in confusion. She saw him turn to the other men and tell them something before turning back to her and nodding. He placed the blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the band below her hair so it didn’t move.
She was at their mercy now. She felt a pair of hands hold her ribs and what she thought was the edge of a bench in the upper part of her calves. One of the hands changed to her shoulder before they made her sit. She could feel the nectar of her pussy spreading on the seat, making her blush, although she didn’t know if they had noticed it.
For the first time that night, Yeji felt two sets of hands on her body. Two hands grabbed her perky boobs and pinched her nipples for a bit, making her whimper. The other pair of hands ran through her arms and back.
The hands left soon, and her senses focused on her mouth as she felt her first dick of the night touching her lips. She knew what to do and started licking it. The shaft was average for the region, so nothing particularly challenging. She licked the tip before starting sucking on it.
She cooed when she felt a cold, wood-like object on the back of her shoulders. ‘The bamboo stick,’ she thought. She could feel some fingers holding the stick against her back as she sucked the other man’s glans, who was massaging her boobs.
Her two hands were held at the same time to make her stretch her arms in a T pose. That made four people around her now. Instinctively, and in vain, she turned to her sides trying to see them, but the man whose manhood she was sucking held her head and made her get back to work with a few soft slaps on her cheek. ‘All the participants,’ they said.
She did her best with the cock in her mouth as she felt her arms tied to the bamboo stick. The ropes added a little pressure to her arms, right below her armpits, near the elbows, and in the middle of her forearms. She was thankful she didn’t feel any circulation issues.
Once her arms were locked in place, Yeji felt two men passing a rope through her ribcage, below her boobs, in between them, over her shoulders, and through her upper back, securing the bamboo stick.
Throughout this process, the men grabbed her boobs, sucked and pinched her nipples, and one of the men took a chance to lick her armpits, making her whine at the not-so-familiar sensation. After they finished, she noticed she could still breathe normally and smirked in relief.
Then, she felt a different dick on her lips, and she welcomed it into her mouth. That cock was a little larger, but still within her average sponsor.
On her back, she felt another naked man. His length was resting hard on her back. His hands went over her shoulders and down to her boobs, keeping her in place as her legs were spread until she was doing a split on the bench. This added more pressure on her bare pussy, making her moan on the man’s shaft.
The two men on her legs used her flexibility to tie her legs in ropes, starting with her ankles and going up her thighs. They were careful with her. When she whimpered because she couldn’t raise her legs anymore, the man in front of her left, leaving her mouth empty and letting her spit fall on her stomach. The man massaging her boobs placed his forearms below her armpits and carried her.
She expected her legs to stay low, but instead, she felt the weight of her legs on her arms, supported by the bamboo stick, forcing her to make a full split in the air. A few more knots were added on her upper thighs, helping her with the distribution of her own weight. She understood the level of restriction her whole body would be subjected to.
After they finished, Yeji felt a hand going through the wet folds of her pussy and inserting two fingers. She moaned loudly before they removed them quickly. 'Why?' she thought, realizing she wanted more.
She was again placed on the bench. With heavy breaths, she felt them add more ropes to certain areas of bamboo sticks. However, these were no longer tied to her.
Once the ropes’ vibrations stopped, she felt two hands on her back, holding her weight, and another one on her chest, between her boobs, pushing her to lie down on her back. Her arms and the bamboo stick rested on the other large bench, finally allowing a semi-resting position for her that left her head hanging for a bit.
She knew her whole body was now exposed to them. She was confident in her body, happy with how it looked naked from every angle. But not knowing who or how many people could be scanning at her wet core made her nervous, and more excited than she anticipated.
Suddenly, she felt two smelly dicks on her face and opened her mouth. They were using her hands to support her head and determine which glans would go into her lips. She simply licked and sucked whoever's manhood was closer.
Then, two more mouths, one on each foot. The one on her right licked her sole while the other sucked on her toes. The sensation took her by surprise, but also made her moan and smile.
Another hand on her pussy, that’s at least 5 people now, causing her to whimper at their touch. Yeji felt a tongue going from her hole up her clit a couple of times before it started licking her butthole. These waves of pleasure made her suck on both cocks with more intensity, but before she could get a proper rhythm, she felt a towel whipping her ass and cunt dry.
She whined and frowned as she felt the people around her leave. Then, a different hand, a little bigger and firmer, held her inner thigh. An almost burning hot substance was spread throughout her right outer lip, followed by a paper-like fabric placed on top of it. 'Oh fuck,' she thought. The man rubbed it tightly before pulling it quickly, making her scream.
She had never been waxed before, but she thought being essentially blind and deaf must have amplified the sensations. For her, it took forever. She focused on the cocks she had in her lips, sucking them eagerly before releasing a loud cry every time they removed a strip. She lost count of how many times it took, but finally, it was over.
“What’s next?” Yeji asked, panting heavily with a clear smile on her face, and feeling the cold breeze through her now hairless pussy. The feeling of being exposed increased more than she thought possible until she felt her own nectar slowly leak from her core.
She felt a couple of fingers taking her chin, exactly the same sensation and hold as before. She could feel his breathing over her mouth before he kissed her, to which she replied hungrily. He bit her upper lip before he broke the kiss, and she felt his hand trace a path down her body.
His hands ran through her slit, but they kept wandering through her body, going down her legs, going through her waist and breast, and going back down through her navel, down her freshly shaven cunt, causing her to shiver at the new sensation.
One moment, she felt his breath, staying right over her core. Yeji felt shame invading her body, imagining he was inhaling her musky aroma. The next moment, she felt a warmth running through her folds. His tongue invaded her pussy, making her moan loudly as her head hung. While the investor eagerly ate her drenched hole, she felt a dick on each hand, and began stroking them weakly as a reflex.
'Fuck! It feels really good!' She thought, moaning loudly to let him know, feeling overwhelmed, afraid that any proper encouragement from her would make them go feral on her. With no way to tell the time, and while the investor sucked on her clit, she decided she was going to enjoy all of that as much as she could.
When the sponsor stopped licking her, Yeji’s hands took a firm grasp of both lengths. She grinned; the quick replacement of his tongue for a cock meant the manhood teasing her entrance was the sponsor's. He matched his movement with her breathing and shoved his length inside her in one go as she exhaled. His shaft was not like the others she’d had that day; it was thicker and longer. "Yes!" she moaned loudly for a second before being shut by another glans entering her mouth.
Neither of the men waited for her to adjust before they started pounding into her. The sponsor in her pussy was kind enough to play with her sensitive clit while the man in her mouth face fucked her.
With her ears blocked, all she could hear was her own loud gurgling while his balls smashed repeatedly against her nose, and her drool fell through her face. Since she didn't have to move her hips or neck, Yeji tried to focus her movement on stroking the dicks in her hands, although her motion soon became erratic the more she lost her breath.
Thankfully for her, her moans made her throat vibrate, bringing the man in her mouth to his orgasm. He thrust deep in her throat at the beginning, but took his cock out halfway through his climax, painting her mouth and her nose. A part of his jizz got inside the blindfold, covering her eyes while Yeji coughed for air, whimpering and clenching her pussy while she was fucked.
They let her catch some air before one of the penises on her hand went for her mouth. Another shaft took the empty space on her hand. ‘How many are they?’ She thought, letting out a whine before her throat was occupied again. This time, she almost swallowed his whole length, thanks to all the spit she had produced.
After a couple more minutes, she felt both men twitch inside of her. She clenched her walls for the sponsor and for her to feel more pleasure. If her legs were free, she would have locked him throughout his orgasm, but she was happy he released everything he had inside her cunt at the same time the other man spurted his semen in her throat.
Yeji swallowed the remains that didn't land inside her pipe. She felt the four dicks leaving her body. Head hanging as she breathed heavily with a satisfactory smile, and her pussy leaked the sponsor’s semen. She focused on he sound of what she thought were three men talking or arguing. Then, she felt their hands grab her framed body.
Her weight was once more resting on her open legs and pussy. She couldn't help but move her hips to rub her cunt against the bench in an attempt to stimulate herself and to keep his sperm inside her. Yeji felt the sponsor’s characteristic chin grab as she shamelessly continued. The man's hand moved to her cheek, giving her a couple of soft slaps. She took it as his approval and started rubbing her pussy with more effort, only to be cut short by her whole body being lifted in the air.
Yeji yelped in surprise as she felt her whole weight resting on her shoulders and the knots in her upper thighs. She swung in the air a couple of times. Her hands and feet wiggled in the air, trying to get a hold of anything as they moved her up and down to the point she didn't know how high up she was hanging.
The men were quick to secure her. She felt the support coming from her elbows and knees as she leaned forward. Yeji imagined herself at a forty-five-degree angle while two people held her until she stopped moving. After their hands left her body, she tried to arch her back and sway her hips, but nothing changed; she was now firmly locked in position.
Even with that, she was confused and on edge, feeling she would fall flat on her face at any moment. Soon, she felt a pair of hands grabbing her waist, followed by what she understood to be a man's thighs. Slowly, the man aligned his tip with her pussy until it was pressed between her slit and his own belly. 'Why didn't he just shove it in?' She wondered, trying to rock her hips, longing for a proper stimulus.
Her request was answered fairly quickly. She felt two hands spreading her ass, and another one lubbing her butthole, inserting two fingers carelessly. Yeji groaned and clenched her muscles, accidentally rubbing her clit on the man's cock. Before she could even adjust, the fingers stopped and exited her butt, and the man beneath her reaccommodated himself.
She whimpered loudly. Two shafts entered her body. One in her pussy, the other in her asshole, both going fully in, almost pinching her walls between them. They did not wait a moment before pounding into her holes. Yeji tried hard to stop her moans from turning into whimpers, pursing her lips to keep them in.
A hand forced her to give up on that attempt. She felt a couple of fingers pressing on her nose, preventing her from breathing. She shook her head, but another pair of hands grabbed her skull and kept her in place. With no other option, she opened her mouth to breathe.
The man pinching her nose released her quickly and shoved his dick into her mouth. She gave up for a moment, focusing on breathing through her nose while she licked the man's glans and sucked it after recovering.
Yeji knew she'd be fucked airtight at some point that night. The experience contrasted with the last time she had a cock in each hole. That time she could move, shake her butt, take their shafts in her hands and suck them at her own pace and make them cum however she liked. But right there, she was a three-end fleshlight and nothing more.
'Their perfect doll,' she remembered when they pinched her nipples. Her whimper muffled on the glans she had in her mouth. Just like a doll, she renounced control over her body. Yeji focused on opening her throat for whoever shoved his manhood in her pipe, and the pleasure from having two clocks filling her holes.
She moaned, whimpered, gagged, and gurled, relying on the knots around her body to remain still.
Just when she was getting to enjoy it, the shaft in her cunt twitched, and the man exploded inside her. Yeji hummed, loving the warmth it generated inside of her. Unfortunately, as soon as he was done depositing his seed inside her pussy, the man moved away without interrupting the ones in her ass and mouth.
Before she could feel any disappointment from having an empty pussy, she felt someone wiggling his way under her body, quickly shoving his cock inside her.
The sudden insertion of the stranger's dick made her squirm and clench her puckerhole involuntarily, triggering the orgasm of the man fucking her guts. He was relentless, ramming her ass while he shot his sperm as deep as he could.
Again, as soon as the man exited her butthole, a different shaft took its place. 'How many?' She asked herself, already losing count and forgetting her question, when a wave of cum flooded her mouth.
Doubtful, she swallowed it and opened her lips to welcome the next dick. A gentle touch to her chin, and some soft taps on her cheek. Him again. It felt like a reward that made her smile despite having a new shaft in her tongue. The sponsor's fingers moved through her body while she was used constantly.
When she felt his fingers leaving her arm, she whined, similar to an infant who had just lost its favorite toy. The following second, the three men using her holes went full speed, quickly changing her whimpers into a panted flow of moans interrupted by her gurgling.
Unaware of the time and having issues breathing, she lost count completely. After a little while, she didn't know when a different dick would fill her ass, and a new one entered her guts quickly. The same happened for her mouth, where Yeji could only keep track of the ones who didn't shoot their jizz inside her throat, but rather in her mouth. The easiest one to track was her pussy, where at least four other men placed themselves below her and filled her pussy until her body surrendered to her first climax of the night.
The sensation was beyond embarrassing. She felt her orgasm, but it was theirs completely. They had taken her there. They had forced her body to enjoy their cocks. They, full strangers whom she'll never get to see, filled her with their seed.
Feeling agitated, they left her body to rest. 'Just a doll,' she reminded herself, trying to hide her smirk and relaxing her muscles, and letting their semen ooze out of her pussy and butthole. It felt shameful. It was clear there were more men, attentively scanning her body. Knowing their eyes were feasting over her used self was equally embarrassing and arousing.
Her neck kept her head up, as if waiting for the next dick until she yelped, feeling her whole body moving in the same angle. Yeji was expecting them to fuck her again. A part of her yearned for a more violent round. Instead, she felt cold lube spread throughout her puckerhole. This time, only on the outside. Whomever it was, he took his time feeling the wrinkles of her slightly gaping butthole, caressing it and tapping it kindly.
The fingers disappeared, and her ass welcomed a small, solid foreign object, barely thicker than a man's thumb. It was only a few centimeters long, shorter than any penis she remembered. She clenched her anal walls, trying to figure out what was in her butt. Abruptly, she felt a cold liquid entering her rectum, producing an elongated, stuttering coo through the experience.
'Why? Why? Why?' She asked herself, feeling the water fill her rectum. She had done a couple herself before getting into the white outfit again. However, that one was different. The amount of liquid felt already like double the volume she normally handled at home. Shame flooded her mind. Not knowing how the liquid would come out was something embarrassing already, but not knowing where it would fall made her afraid of letting go of the liquid once the object was removed.
She felt someone playing with her clenched butthole and inserting a finger inside her. “No! I won’t let go,” she whimpered, clenching her jaw and her rim around the man's digit.
The finger wiggled inside her before it exited her hole. She felt a couple of light slaps followed by her ass getting spread again to insert the same object, immediately adding more liquid into her guts. 'A syringe?' She wondered, feeling the thicker, round area, pushing on her buttocks while they kept filling her.
Once they emptied the second load into her, she felt the volume and the weight adding pressure inside her belly. She let her head fall forward, her hair caressing her shoulders as it fell in front of her. The investor held her chin again. Shivering and unable to say a word, she shook her head, initiating the process again, and adding a third load into her ass.
After they were done, the ropes suddenly moved, making her whole body shake in place, along with the liquid within her. She was breathing heavily, trying to hold the liquid until she felt a hard, stinging slap on her ass, making her release a stream of water for a second.
Yeji’s anus shut right away. Her legs tried to move, trying to close them in vain, and then, another slap, harder than the last one, and a new stream of water came out of her for a second, accompanied by a whine. Her stubbornness and embarrassment pushed them to repeat the same process, making her cry at every spank until the last slap was too hard for her to keep containing the liquid. Her buttcheeks were burning, her puckerhole gave up, and let it all out.
She blushed so much she could feel the blood rushing to her face while she whimpered. Another pair of soft slaps helped her release the little liquid still inside her.
Her body was quivering in the air while her mind was trying to process what she had just done. Before she could rationalize anything, she felt the tip of the syringe again, injecting liquid into her rectum right away. As soon as they finished with one load, she felt another tip of the same size entering her butthole and emptying the load into her. Three full back-to-back loads.
Yeji felt the familiar hand on her chin, raising her face. “I won’t,” she whimpered, shaking her head as her body trembled.
In response, she felt another slap on her ass, so hard it made her swing as much as ropes allowed. The movement of the liquid was too much, and she released the liquid one more time, hiding her face between her hair as her legs shivered and her toes contracted.
She had no time to rest this time. Her butthole had no resistance left and welcomed the now familiar object. Halfway through the second load, Yeji had started coming to terms with that process, and when they finished injecting the third load into her, she was ready to let go.
Unfortunately, she felt the syringe again, adding another load. She didn’t know if it was because of the pressure the liquid was putting in her insides, but it felt as if they were injecting it quicker. She felt the cold liquid move deeper into her intestines. 'They surely can see it now,' Yeji thought amidst her quickened breathing as she felt the skin on her belly expand.
As soon as she felt the object leave her ass, she let all the liquid fall out of her. She had never felt that kind of shame before. Her whines, whimpers, and cries were either ignored or served as fuel for them. Then again, the process started over. One. Two. Three. Four full loads again. Yeji felt her belly expand one more time, but now, she was left floating for a moment.
“I-is it over?” She asked, clenching her puckered hole, holding onto the liquid. Incapable of hearing any response, she exhaled and released the liquid one more time. She received a few surprise slaps on her ass, producing a couple more jets of water out of her hole.
Yeji then felt two hands inserting at least four fingers into her butthole to open it as wide as it could. She screamed at that action, as that allowed more liquid to slowly flow out of her, letting it run through her inner thighs until gravity let it fall.
As they kept her asshole open, she felt two hands holding her small boobs, followed by a strong pinch on both nipples. ‘Clamps now?’ She thought, as they adjusted them to be as tight as she thought possible. The pain these caused on her nubs allowed her body to release more liquid out of her puckerhole.
When they removed her fingers, she felt her asshole gaping, unable to close completely on its own, so she tried clenching it. She whimpered as soon as her rim felt it was closing around the syringe, immediately filling her insides with water again, and again, and again, and again.
She felt a finger touching her butthole, as if shutting it close moments before the tip of the syringe entered for the fifth time. She cried loudly as her belly grew. Her breathing was heavier than ever. When the fifth load was over, the finger stayed in her hole again.
Yeji felt the investor’s hand taking her chin again. “E-enough… Please…” She begged, not remembering her safe words. The investor moved her chin left to right. Two seconds later, she felt the object entering her ass for the sixth consecutive time, pushing more liquid into her.
She gasped, almost groaning, while her belly bloated all the way up her stomach. "This is insane," Yeji murmured, shaking her head. "I'm going crazy", she panted, not only because of all the pressure the liquid was causing on her insides, but because the thought of how long she could keep it inside felt like a challenge to herself.
The men must have seen the effort on her face, as she was hanging, with a swollen belly, and trying to breathe in a constant rhythm. Her thoughts were interrupted by a change of balance. They placed her back in a straight vertical position. Every pull on the ropes made all the liquid inside her move, making it more difficult to hold it in.
She tried focusing on her breathing, but clenching her pelvic area was already too much, and her muscles were giving up. Yeji felt a weak leakage of water getting out of her butthole, and navigating to her pussy, making her body shiver.
She felt two hands holding her ribcage to keep her in place, before they moved to the clamps in her nipples to pull them. The vibrations and movements were odd. She wondered what they were doing until they let them fall. This time, the weight of the clamps pulled her nipples to the floor, producing an immediate guttural moan.
The sudden release of weight on her breasts had broken any concentration she had left and allowed everything she was keeping to flow out of her intestines. The relief was such that she also peed herself in the process.
The last bits of liquid coming out of her ass and bladder left her shivering. Her brain was already breaking, and her mind could only process the pleasure of having released everything, producing a nearly orgasmic smile on her face.
Fortunately for Yeji, she felt two hands lubricating and fingering her pussy and butthole. With no care for her comfort, their dicks penetrated her holes at the same time, triggering her second climax of the night.
“Yes!” She moaned, clenching her jaw and throwing her head back. “H-harder!” She begged while the men pounding her were still finding their pace. The weights on her nipples bounced, mixing pain with pleasure, and prolonging her orgasm. The contractions inside her body and the constant ramming of their cocks helped her push the little bits of liquid deeply hidden in her guts after that large, final enema.
The men focused only on their own pleasure. Again, Yeji could not distinguish when a man had already shot his seed into her holes. She only knew when a new cock entered her body, one after the other.
The constant waves of pleasure, added to the bouncing weights on her nipples, triggered several micro orgasms in this position, making it harder for her to keep track of anything until they stopped again.
She had given up on counting after she had at least five men in each hole. Yeji could feel her holes gaping, allowing their cum to flow out of her weak, twitching body.
For a moment, she was aware of her face, showing a tired smile, a consequence of her orgasms; a smile she could not remove even if she tried. ‘Pathetic,’ she thought, laughing loudly at herself, wondering how much lower she could get.
The men helped answer that right away. They changed her position from vertical to horizontal. She was now face down, allowing the weights on her boobs to hang freely, giving a constant torture to her now stretched nipples.
She tried to focus on the seed that was dripping down her clit when she felt her hair being pulled. They forced her to raise her head, facing forward. Her mouth hung agape, waiting for them.
Moments later, Yeji felt the hand release her hair, but her head stayed locked in position. 'You can't get bored with these guys,' she thought, amazed by the different techniques they had to make her their toy. She chuckled, even though she tried to stop herself from it. She was equally afraid and hopeful that it would make them more eager to use her. That's exactly what she got. Any further thought on the matter was cut short by two cocks entering her gaping asshole and open mouth.
They wasted no time and fucked her, going as deep as they could inside of her. The constant pounding made the weights swing and bounce erratically, making her moan and cry harder into whoever’s dick was in her throat at the moment.
As expected, the men in her ass came inside of Yeji's guts, but the men face-fucking her simply withdrew their cocks when they started to twitch. The drool flowing out of her mouth allowed the next man to quickly shove his cock into her pipe.
Some of the men seemed to prefer her pussy, however, none of them came there. They slipped out of her cunt to penetrate her loose butthole, pound her a few more times, and deposit their seed as deep in her rectum as they could. They kept her on the edge of a possible orgasm, without ever reaching it.
The men kept using her throat like a mindless toy until she ran out of saliva. Then they focused on her ass. She could no longer feel their dicks pulsating inside her as they deposited their semen in her, except for a few who pounded harder into her and made the weights in her nipples swing harder. The whole experience made it impossible to keep track of time.
Eventually, they stopped. Yeji felt herself swinging lightly. Mouth, open slightly for her exhaustion. Hands and feet, hanging with no resistance. Holes, pulsating, unable to close again.
The inclination of her body kept their cum inside her asshole. She thought that, on a different day, and without enemas that size, she might be able to feel the amount of semen she was keeping in her guts.
Suddenly, she felt fingers going inside her butthole, wiggling carelessly, although she could not tell how many. They left her as soon as her moan became a loud whimper, only to be replaced by a different object.
It was slim, and she felt it slide inside her with ease, going deeper than anything solid that day. Whatever it was, it was smooth, and it bent easily. Soon, she noticed the deeper it went, the thicker it got.
They kept getting it in and out of Yeji, every time going a little further until her coos became an awkward whimper. She felt her insides stop the object from going deeper. They kept the toy there for a few seconds as they released her head, letting it hang before she felt her body change the level of inclination.
As her body rose again to a vertical position, she felt a hand on her ass, maintaining the long object inside of her. Once she was still, someone removed her hair from her face, placing it all at her back before they tied it up.
No more than two seconds later, the object moved deeper into her, going past whatever resistance may have been there. She grunted at the feeling. It didn’t hurt, but she felt the object take a turn to her left. By the time the thickness of the object was the same as her gaping hole, she could already feel it slightly above her navel.
Yeji panted and whimpered as they kept pulling the object slightly out, only to push it even deeper into her, stretching her anal walls little by little. Just when she thought the object could not stretch her more, she felt a hand marking the circumference of the object in the entrance of her asshole, keeping it still, followed by a change of rhythm.
The object was no longer going in and out slowly. Instead, they pulled out a longer part of it, only to push it back inside her guts as deep as it was, getting deeper each time, making her moan louder.
She felt the object poking her belly from within, every time a little higher. After a little while, she felt the object making a ninety-degree turn to her right, just below her stomach. Yeji let out a guttural moan as her body twitched and she threw her head back.
She could not comprehend how that thing was going so deep into her slim frame, but her curiosity was killing her. She wondered what they were using on her and if she could see her belly bulging from the outside. The sole idea made her pussy drip in her own juices and allowed for more of that object to get inside of her.
Before long, she felt the widest part of the toy becoming narrower, signaling that the object was now fully inside of her. Breathing heavily, she tried to process the sensation of having her guts literally rearranged. She wanted more. She needed more.
Yeji’s head suddenly returned, as if looking slightly down. “Again… Please…” She grunted, panting, and clenching her ass to feel the object in its entirety. Her brain could not comprehend what they were doing to her, how her intestines could accommodate such a large object inside of her. She wanted to feel it one more time.
They complied. They pulled the object almost completely out of her, making her whine in a high pitch. 'No, no, no,' she thought, arching her back, trying to stop it from leaving her body, only for the toy to be pushed back into her guts.
She felt the object going in strongly, reshaping her guts and pressing her belly from within. Yeji felt it moving through the left of her abdomen, and then curving below her stomach, stopping right at her center, a few centimeters above her belly button. The weights in her nipples bounced right over it thanks to the added swing the ramming produced on them. The cold metal and its weight amplified the mental stimulation of something being buried so deeply inside her ass.
“M-more…” She begged in a desperate grunt while her brain painted the toy's path. She felt the investor’s hand on her chin before he slapped her softly on her cheek again. It made her happy. She thought it was his way of telling her, ‘Good slut,’ or ‘I’m proud of you.’
“P-please…” Yeji implored, grinning the moment she felt the investor’s hand softly resting on her abs. The man behind her slowly took the object out of her and quickly inserted it back inside her butthole. The added soft, but firm pressure of the sponsor’s hand made the path of the object inside her belly clear in her mind. She was dying to see her abs reshaping with her own eyes, to touch her flat midriff with her palms as the moving object rearranged her insides.
The man on her back abruptly pushed the toy all the way in, keeping it buried in her ass while the ropes changed her center of gravity again. This time, they moved her shoulders back and her pussy forward just a bit. The weights fell to her sides, pulling her nipples in a new direction.
The investor slid his hand through her neck, between her tits, and placed both his hands on her waist. Yeji melted at his touch, feeling more than ready to be played with. Without warning, he cleanly shoved his cock in her cunt, releasing a loud moan from her mouth.
“Yes!” she screamed, feeling his dick and the thickest part of the object sharing her body, loving the way they rubbed through her walls. She could still feel the other man's fingers in her butthole, keeping the object in for a couple of seconds.
Then, both men began fucking her at their own rhythms, making her whimper and groan while she bit her lips. The investor held her tightly by her waist, firmly pressing her abs with his thumbs. Yeji could not think straight anymore. She only wanted to get more of what they were giving to her and somehow see herself taking it all.
The next thing she knew was that his thumb was playing with her overly sensitive clit while they pounded into her slim frame. She could tell her face had a wide, broken smile while they used her mercilessly until the sponsor shot his load directly into the entrance of her cervix.
Yeji started shivering and crying her moans, indicating she was close to her own climax. The investor added three of his fingers in her cunt and played directly with her g-spot as the other man took longer thrusts into her body, pulling more of the object out before inserting it fully back into her body, matching the speed of the investor’s fingers.
It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, contracting violently in an instant. Her body became erratic, squirting and pushing the object out with force. At the same time, she threw her head back, and her feet wriggled uncontrollably; all the while, the sponsor finger-fucked her to prolong her climax.
As her orgasm died down, she realized they had already put her back in a straightened position, and she felt the thickest part of the object getting secured in her now loose asshole.
She was left hanging while the investor’s cum kept dripping out of her cunt. For a moment there, Yeji wished she could be below her own pussy to drink her falling juices mixed with his seed. That made her realize her mouth was dry, and all that heavy breathing was not helping her.
“W-water…” She requested, barely audible due to her lack of strength. “I’m thirsty… Please…” She begged. She felt someone taking a good grasp of her boobs, making her whimper for a moment. They pulled the clamps, stretching her tits as much as they could, making her cry in pain until the clamps slipped from her nubs, finally releasing them from the torture.
'It can't be,' she thought, feeling her pussy gushing more of her squirt. She loved it. Her mind tried to ignore her newly found orgasm and focused on her nipples for a second. She could feel her heart beating through them.
Her brain was already shutting down, a consequence of the long day she’d had, the little food and water she had ingested before the KBS event, and the overwhelming way they were using her body. For a moment, things seemed to be coming to an end when she felt the ropes on her legs getting loose.
In the past, she had spent an hour or two with her legs fully spread against the floor. Never like that. She didn’t know how much time she spent in a full split, carrying her own weight like in the air. However long it was, it was a new personal record for her.
'Noble gentlemen,' she thought sarcastically, when the men helped her support her own legs as they were released from the ropes. She had no strength left in her. When she finally felt her inner thighs touching, she felt how her whole body was slowly getting down to the ground.
For the first time, Yeji felt the floor she’d been hanging over. Her toes slipped through the slimy floor as her body got closer to the ground and her knees bent.
When these finally touched the floor beneath her, she wondered how much of the goo she was resting on was their cum, her squirt, her juices, or whatever fluids they had pumped into her belly earlier. The thought made her smirk as her ass finally rested on the floor, splaying her legs out to the sides and helping her keep the long object inside her.
Having the weight of her torso supported by the ropes added a layer of relaxation to her body, but that was interrupted by some fingers removing one of the earplugs. She was already too tired to try to comprehend what the men were whispering.
“Still thirsty?” the sponsor asked in Korean, close to her ear. His breath hitting her skin made her shiver.
“Yes,” she replied weakly.
“Already sleepy, right, kitten?” he asked softly. Yeji nodded, pouting in an attempt to look cute, knowing it would contrast with her broken image.
The investor held her face. Her chin rested on his palm, while his fingers covered her cheeks. Everyone went quiet. “Would you like to see how you look now?” He whispered in her ear. Yeji hummed and nodded in his hand, receiving a slap on her face the following second. “I don’t hear you,” he told her loudly.
She could still feel his fingers stinging on her cheek. She liked it. “Y-yes, I want to see me,” she replied, focusing her energy on her voice, purposefully lowering her volume at the end.
“What do you want to see?” He asked, slapping her again, harder.
“I-I want to see how much you’ve ruined me,” she said, trembling with a wide grin. Another slap. “I want t-to see how you’ve broken my body."
He touched her cheek, but his hand slid down to her left nipple. She grimaced in pain, then he pinched it and twisted it." Why?" He asked calmly.
Yeji felt another small orgasm hitting her through the pain on her nub. Her hips were shaking against the pool of juices. "I w-want to touch myself to it,” she admitted, unable to hide her smile.
“Good kitten,” he praised her, kissing her quickly and licking her lips. “But you need to earn that. Will you be a good whore?” He asked, holding her chin in his hand.
“The best one,” she purred eagerly.
The investor chuckled a bit. “You will have a drink. Then you will keep your face up. And then the little kitten can go to sleep,” he declared as other men started releasing her arms from the ropes. Yeji nodded. “Open your mouth. Wide,” he ordered.
She complied, and a few seconds later, she felt a warm jet of liquid hit her mouth. The immediate taste of urine made her shake her head in surprise, making it fall on her face, shoulders, and chest before someone took her head and kept it in place. Yeji opened her mouth again, ignoring the smell and savoring the unique flavor. As it filled her cheeks, her thirst pushed aside the taste and tried to swallow her first bits of liquid after the cum they had deposited in her throat hours earlier. The more she gulped, the more carelessly she drank it.
Then, she felt the tip of his dick touch her lips, and she tried to engulf his hard cock, immediately bobbing her head a few times so she could force herself to let him enter her throat, coughing on his pee a couple times before securing him so he could empty his bladder directly in her stomach.
When he was done, he held her in place for a few seconds, pushing her nose against his pubes. “Now that’s a good slut if I’ve ever had one,” he said in Japanese as he removed his shaft from her throat, making her cough up his piss a few more times. He grabbed her hair and made her raise her head.
She was panting and smiling from ear to ear, still trying to process the way he had made her his urinal in front of who knows how many men.
“Is the kitten still thirsty?” He asked, still holding her hair.
“Yes!” She replied with a wide, wicked grin. She could not believe herself. She knew what he meant. She had never been used like that before, she had never been humiliated to that level, and yet, she still asked for more.
Truth was, similar to the taste of cum, she forced herself to like it until she couldn't help but beg for it.
“Keep your mouth open,” he ordered, releasing his grip.
A moment later, she felt several jets of warm, stinky pee showering her whole body. Some bits entered the blindfold as she tried to drink whatever went to her mouth. Not a single piece of her body remained untouched by their golden shower.
When they stopped, she was given a few moments to breathe, as she ran her tongue through her mouth. She was raised again, until her feet were hanging in the air.
Her whole strength went to her ass, trying to keep the object inside while she moved her head side to side, trying to feel her hair on her body. Her effort made her whimper while their urine dripped from her fingers, toes, chin, and hair; not accounting for her own nectar, dripping between her thighs, making her wonder how she must look hanging like that. Used, restrained, plugged, dripping, and broken. She grinned.
Yeji heard them move something on the floor beneath her and place it somewhere behind her. They then started getting her back to the floor.
The sudden drop she felt for a second made her yelp as her ass released the object in her asshole. The object was stopped halfway through and shoved back in her body in a single movement, making her grunt in response to the quick movement in her guts and the subsequent orgasm that triggered.
The man kept his hand on the base of the object as her feet touched the floor again. This time, it was mostly dry, if not for the liquid dripping down her body. They made her sit in the same position as before, knees bent, splaying her legs out to the sides as her pussy and ass touched the floor, keeping the object in place.
They then started to release her arms from the rope and stick. Her right arm was set free first. It took her some seconds to be able to move it. By then, they had already released her other arm and her back.
Finally free, her weak arm traced the object's path inside of her, starting from her soft, waxed pussy, going up her abs, to the left of her navel, and curving right below her stomach.
With her hand there, she finally hunched her back for the first time in hours. Her breathing accelerated as she felt the movement of the object inside her. Yeji tried to correct her posture, but her weakness made her bow again, keeping her whining in constant distress.
“That toy is a reminder that you're nothing but a set of bottomless holes for us to fill,” the investor told her close to her face, grabbing her hair to raise her eyes. “You're free to keep it as a memory of tonight, but if you can hold yourself for a little more,” he continued, “you'll have another proof of everything we did to you.”
Yeji composed her posture, groaning in the process as a clear sign of her effort. Her mouth moved as if trying to talk, but there wasn't enough energy in her to do so. She simply nodded weakly while she tried to control her breathing, making her breasts move steadily.
“Face up,” the sponsor ordered. “You may finally open your eyes,” he indicated while he removed the blindfold from her face.
She tried to do it, but the burning was immediate, probably because of the piss, she thought. Her left eye remained fully closed, eyelashes glued by the dry cum from when they first used her throat.
Her right eye was just processing the light and blurry shapes around her when she felt warm ropes of semen hit her face from different angles. One of them landed straight on her open eye, making her gasp and jump a bit in her place.
Hands started to grab her body again, moving her head to wherever their load was coming from so it could land on her face or open mouth, too weak to close it again. She tried to swallow their seed, but most of it came out of her mouth and slipped down her body.
With all of the movement, hair pulling, grabbing, and constant change of hands, she fell on her back to the floor. Already too weak to yelp, she felt thankful to whoever caught her head so she didn't hit the floor, but she was left there.
More spurts of semen fell all over her body. Most of them on her face, and her small breasts, but some came over her arms, abs, bare cunt, legs, and feet.
Lying on the floor, finally resting, Yeji felt the warmth of their seed covering her body until she finally surrendered to exhaustion and fell asleep.
“Ryujin, it’s time,” the manager whispered from the driver’s seat. He and the rest of the group went to pick up their leader.
If Ryujin fell asleep for half an hour, she didn't notice. Her mind kept thinking that if Yeji was doing all that for them, she would not allow herself to rest until Yeji could rest properly, but she insisted on the rest to get some sleep, even their manager.
He and Ryujin got out of the van. She woke up the other girls and instructed them to be ready with more towels on the closest seats to the door for when they returned, while she picked up a zip-up sweatshirt and a bag with more towels.
The manager guided Ryujin to the house’s entrance. He entered the code before the sun was visible on the horizon, but that didn’t work.
“They were not kidding when they said ‘until sunrise,’ I guess,” Ryujin sighed, trying to control her breathing.
“Just one more minute,” replied the manager.
“I’ll go first,” she voiced with determination.
“I would not recommend it. We don’t know if they’re still there,” the manager interrupted, trying to protect her, but Ryujin looked back at him.
“You said it yourself,” she started, “they’re businessmen. They stick to the deal. Yeji was the one on the deal, not me.” That made the man sigh in acceptance.
She nodded lightly. “Plus, the less you see of this, the better. I’ll tell you when you can come in,” she concluded, signaling the sun that was just getting out.
The manager entered the code again, and they heard the door unlock. He held the door open for her, and Ryujin entered the house. She went through the hallway, running to the living room as soon as she saw Yeji’s silhouette on the floor.
She took a moment to appreciate the scene. Yeji’s unconscious naked body, covered in mostly dried cum, with some liquid bits on her face and her navel. Behind her, a shallow container, around four square meters, filled with light yellow pee and what appeared to be cum floating on it. The columns still had the metal structures with ropes hanging all around. The two bamboo sticks were left next to one of them.
Nearby, they left a bottle of water and packets of electrolyte powder with a note.
“Mix one up, and make her drink it all. She will need it when she wakes up. Keep the rest for later.”
‘How considerate,’ she thought as she rolled her eyes.
She paid attention to Yeji’s body, checking the marks of the ropes on her chest, arms, and legs. Her nipples looked enlarged and swollen, at least twice the length they normally are. Their abuse was clear. The dried jizz on her body extended all the way to her feet, making her look as if she were covered by dried glue or candle wax.
She noticed her now shaven pussy, and below it, she noticed a round object keeping her butt cheeks spread. The base was engraved with the face of a White Fury. She spread Yeji’s legs and held the object by the base. With little effort, she slowly pulled the object out of her, stopping almost immediately when she saw her stomach move and heard Yeji cooing.
Ryujin confirmed she was still unconscious, but her curiosity got the best of her for a moment. Slowly, she pushed the object fully back inside her, making her upper belly bulge. Ryujin opened her eyes widely, shocked by the way the toy was reshaping Yeji’s insides.
Then, she came back to her senses. She decided it was best to take the object out. That made Yeji’s abs move from the inside, tracing the path of the toy until Ryujin had fully removed it from Yeji’s guts.
She admired the object, a pearl white slink plug, at least fifty centimeters long, and easily five centimeters in diameter in its thickest part. It was all covered in sperm.
When she looked down on Yeji’s crotch, her asshole was leaking more cum. 'It won't close for some time,' Ryujin thought, sighing after her fingers traced the circumference of her friend's gaping hole.
She tried to remove as much semen from the slink as possible. Before cleaning the tip of the toy. Again, her better judgment was put away after thinking of how deeply inside Yeji the slink had reached. Not knowing if she could have another chance, she licked it, expecting its bitterness to be stronger than what it actually was. Ryujin shook her head, coming back to reality. She took the towels out of the bag, hiding the toy in it.
Carefully, she sat Yeji so she could put the sweatshirt over her. She felt her damp hair, still smelling of piss, and covered it with the hoodie, removing the liquid cum off her face and throwing it to the floor. She tied one of the towels around her waist before calling for the manager so he could enter the scene.
He was equally shocked seeing Yeji’s face, legs, and feet covered in dried cum. Following Ryujin's instructions, he carried Yeji on his arms, making sure her body was covered in towels before they headed back to the van.
The other members kept the van’s back door open, taking care of her covered head as the manager placed her over the towels of the middle seat. He was quick to get in the driver’s seat, and when everyone was back inside, he started driving.
The girls’ faces showed concern for their leader. Lia, seated on her left, was shocked by the smell of urine on her hair. Chaeryeong, at her right, admired her face covered in a plaster of cum, gluing her eyes closed.
Yuna, sitting in the front row, paid attention to her legs and the warm semen dripping down her thighs. She wondered how much they had done with her through the night and what that must have felt like. Despite her concern for her leader's well-being, her broken look was arousing for her, making a loud part of her yearn for the same treatment.
After a few minutes on the road, Yeji groaned as he regained consciousness, making everyone look at her as she basically jumped, scared in her seat, not knowing where she was.
They all talked to her, and even though Yeji understood nothing, hearing their voices made her feel safe.
Yeji tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't. “Blindfold…” She mumbled, barely audible.
“There's no blindfold, love,” Lia whispered. “Don't worry, we'll help you,” she assured her while Ryujin handed some wet wipes to Chaery and Lia. She had made herself fit on the floor between the seat rows and between Yeji’s legs.
As they cleaned enough cum out of Yeji’s eyes, they saw how her expressions were breaking the cast of dry semen on her face.
“Unnie, how do you feel?” Yuna wondered, frowning, leaning on the back of her seat, when Yeji finally opened her eyes.
“Exhausted,” she replied, still disoriented. “Thirsty.”
Ryujin sighed, hating that the investors were right, but she had the water with electrolytes ready. Yeji’s arms could barely hold the water bottle, much less carry it, so Chaeryeong held it for her as she drank, spilling some bits on the sweatshirt.
As they were getting closer to the apartment, Yeji tried to get more comfortable in her seat with some help from the girls. The movement made her aware of her gaping asshole. She tried to sit on it, ashamed of her weak walls. That made her groan, as she felt some discomfort inside her cunt.
“What happened?” Lia asked, frowning in worry, and holding Yeji’s hand.
“I-I think there's something inside,” she replied.
Ryujin placed her hand on Yeji’s knee. “It can't be. I took it out,” she stated, looking at her eyes and reaching for her butthole.
Yeji blushed, remembering the long object that had rearranged her guts a good part of the night. She shook her head, “N-no. In my cunt,” Yeji panted, moving her hand to her pussy, unable to remove the towel.
Chaeryeong helped with the towel, and all of them looked at her smooth pussy, also covered in dry cum, adding more shame to the leader.
“Didn't you have a bush?” Yuna asked, confused, quickly shushed by Chaeryeong.
“Do you want me to check?” Ryujin inquired, getting her fingers ready. Yeji nodded weakly and tried to open her legs a bit more, swallowing what little pride she had left.
Ryujin licked her ring and middle finger before reaching out to her pussy and inserting them inside Yeji, making her whimper. She had to reach in and fully insert her digits into her cunt to find something. She felt a rigid object inside a condom and carefully took it out, making her groan as it exited her walls and whine once it was out.
Ryujin held the object and used her teeth to open the knot on the condom, licking her lips as she savored Yeji’s juices, and ignoring the fact that she was likely tasting some man's load as well.
“Is that a USB or something like that?” Chaeryeong asked.
“Looks like an SSD. Yeji has one similar to this,” Yuna replied. Yeji smirked, knowing the investor kept his word.
“We're close already, we can check it out after she eats something,” Lia announced, making everyone wrap Yeji up in towels before they put on their hoodies, masks, and shades.
They made enough space for their manager to take Yeji in his arms as they cleared the path to the elevator. The way into their building was smooth. Ryujin ran through the hallway and opened the apartment’s door so everyone could get in.
The manager was quick to find the largest couch to let Yeji rest in it. “I have to go and fill in some paperwork,” he said. “If any of you needs anything, especially her,” he added, signaling the leader, now more conscious but still out of energy, “just send a message or call. I’ll get here with anything you girls need, alright?”
He walked back to the door, getting close to Ryujin. “I trust you’ll take care of her,” he whispered as he was getting out of the apartment. She closed and locked the door so she could run towards Yeji.
Lia came out of the bathroom. “Everything ready here, I’ll help Chaery with the food, you two get her clean,” she indicated.
The Shin sisters helped Yeji waddle to the bathroom. Once they were there, they removed the sweatshirt and towels from Yeji’s body before they stripped naked and entered the shower with her.
They had all showered together before. They knew the details of each other's bodies, so Yuna was unapologetic when she admired the cast of dried semen over the leader’s tits, paying attention to her enlarged nipples.
“They’re already getting back to normal,” Ryujin smiled at Yeji as she caressed her cheek.
They helped her sit on a small bench before letting the water run over her back.
The warmth of the liquid reminded Yeji of how she let herself be used earlier. A little smirk took over her face. She let herself be pampered by them. Yuna washed her hair while Ryujin carefully cleaned any cum residue from her face.
They slowly went down on her body. Ryujin took care of her still sensitive breast. Yeji grimaced and whined in her place, feeling pain at every little moment of her nubs, not wanting to admit she was getting turned on by that very pain. Yuna cleaned her back, tracing the ropes' marks she still had on her body. Some will disappear in another hour, some may need a little make-up.
When they reached her hips, Ryujin helped Yeji stand up so Yuna could wash her properly.
The maknae was delicate when she spread her ass cheeks. She saw the leader’s gaping hole, already smaller than before, but still slightly open. “Unnie, I’ll clean the entrance,” she warned before her fingers touched her weak, swollen rimhole. Her walls allowed Yuna to insert two fingers to clean her properly, taking only the necessary time.
Ryujn saw the leader's face clench in response to the pain it caused her, and yet, she could see a smile hidden in the corner of her lips. Then, she repeated the same process on the front, counting on Yuna to support Yeji as she knelt to face the leader’s hairless cunt. She crossed looks with Yeji, who nodded lightly, indicating to her to start cleaning her folds.
Similar to Yuna, Ruyjin also inserted two fingers into Yeji’s pussy to clean as much as she could. The leader tried to hold her moans as she was fingered by Ryujin, but a few escaped her mouth when she cleaned her clit.
Once they were done, they sat her again to clean her long legs. That was a bit easier for them, as they didn’t have as much cum covering them as the rest of her body. Once they reached Yeji’s feet, Ryujin gave a quick look to Yuna. She understood, and they both started massaging the leader’s feet, from her heels to the tip of her toes, taking care of each little toe.
Ryujin was the first one to kiss Yeji’s soles. Watching her elder do that gave the maknae confidence to do the same. Ryujin’s mouth traced a path of little kisses across the eldest's sole before giving little kisses to her toes.
When she turned to look at Yuna, she saw her sucking on Yeji’s toes, making Ryujin chuckle a bit before she licked them too.
The leader whimpered in pleasure, allowing them to have their fun for a bit. “Yah! Stop it, please,” she exclaimed weakly after a while, unsuccessfully trying to reach them. They complied, kissing her feet softly and kneeling at her sides.
“Is there anywhere we missed?” Ryujin asked.
“Or any other place you need a little more attention to?” Yuna added, looking up at her with big eyes.
“No, no,” Yeji replied, “I’m already feeling a lot better. Thank you,” she said calmly, reaching to their cheeks.
“Let’s get you dry then,” Ryujin indicated, standing up with Yuna.
The three got out of the bathroom with wet hair and wearing only ropes. Yeji was now able to slowly walk on her own, but the Shin sisters were still watching her step, offering their arms, and taking care that her clumsy side didn’t work against her.
“Breakfast is ready!” Chaeryeong announced happily to them as soon as she saw them.
“In a bit,” Yeji groaned. “I want to see that thing first,” she added with a determined look, pointing to the SDD the investors had left inside her pussy.
Ryujin took it and plugged it into her laptop, which she tends to have connected to the living room’s TV. They saw two folders on it, simply titled ‘Videos’ and ‘Photos’.
“Where do you want to start?” Lia asked, looking at Yeji.
"Photos," she replied with a nervous face, barely moving her lips. Ryujin opened the folder, and with it, everyone's mouths opened in surprise. Over 700 pictures in the folder. “Open any photo you want,” the leader ordered, eyes fixed on the screen.
Ryujin extended her display so she could focus on the folder while the pictures were displayed on the TV. The pictures had the same quality as a JAV photoshoot, but some pictures had a more artsy style like those of a magazine.
A picture of Yeji, resting on the benches before they waxed her pussy. A shot of her being split-roasted. Another showing her own spit covering her face. A few pictures of her being double penetrated and a few more of her fucked airtight as she hanged. One close-up of her nipples being stretched by the weights they had added to the clamps.
As every picture went by, Lia looked at Yeji’s poker face, wondering what was going through her mind. Chaeryeong could not help but smile devilishly when she looked at Yuna, who had leaned forward, hiding her hand under her robes as she bit her lips. Ryujin had to look at Yeji after every picture to remind herself that she was fine now.
Then, a picture of her with her ass spread by two men as a third one used a huge syringe to pour water into her guts.
“Go to the videos, I want to see that,” Yeji requested, unable to look anywhere else.
Ryujin followed her command and looked for the video that resembled the enema frame. As anybody looking at porn would do, she tried to skip to the more interesting bits.
“Whoa,” Yuna exclaimed when she saw the leader’s abs expanding by the water inside her.
“How much was each syringe?” Chaeryeong asked.
Ryujin looked for a good frame. “Half a liter,” she replied, worried about Yeji.
“How many times did they do that?” Lia asked, looking at the leader.
“I-I can’t remember, but the last time they gave me 6 loads,” she replied, remembering the intense feeling.
“What? Skip to that part!” Yuna requested. Ryujin also wanted to see that, so she followed along and found it.
Yeji’s belly was swollen, clearly stretching the skin in her abs to its limit. Her whimpers made everyone in the room shiver, but watching the weights in her nipples triggering her to release all that liquid made the leader blush. They all sat there watching as her guts released everything into the container.
“I-I… Let me find another one,” Ryujin said to herself, opening another video of Yeji receiving load after load of cum in her ass. The container in that video looked empty, but all of her juices and the creampies from her holes were collected there.
“How many men were there?” Lia asked.
“I-I don't know. At some point, I was serving four at the same time. When one finished, another one took his place before I even noticed.” The main focus of the shot was her, of course, but in the background, she saw more masked men than she could count. She would later sit with Ryujin to watch every frame and count them, giving up after at least five detailed attempts.
As Ryujin went through the miniatures of the files, one caught her interest, and she opened it immediately. She skipped forward to the frame including the slink toy she still had in the bag.
“You've got to be kidding me,” Chaeryeong exclaimed as soon as she saw it. Yuna’s eyes opened as wide as they could, sparkling, understanding now why the leader’s asshole was so loose earlier. Lia had to look at Yeji to imagine how that could possibly fit in her, and Yeji’s eyes shone for the first time that day, showing a subtle smile.
As Ryujin fast-forwarded the video, they reached the part where the man pushed the object all the way into her guts.
Yeji’s hand traced the same path in her abs as everyone watched her belly bulge thanks to the slink toy. They kept watching until the investor fucked her with the slink fully buried in her.
Ryujin forced herself to open another video just to come back to reality and saw her leader drinking piss straight from the investor’s dick just before she forced it into her throat without him touching her head.
They all knew she had to have gone through something like that from the smell of her hair alone, but watching her drink it so eagerly shocked everyone. It made the following scene of her getting a golden shower a little easier to digest.
Ryujin skipped some bits, and they saw frames of the men removing the container before painting all of Yeji’s body white with their seed.
The leader was in a trance, watching herself be used to such a degree. Her eyes were fixated on the screen, even after Ryujin had paused it. She was breathing heavily, feeling her cunt leaking her nectar again.
“U-unnie… Would you do all that again?” Yuna asked, half-worried, half-wishing she had gone through that experience instead of Yeji, even if she wasn't sure she would be able to withstand it as she did. At least not yet.
“W-what?” Yeji replied, blinking repeatedly and taking a second before getting out of her trance. “No, no. I don't think I could get through all that again,” she added with a barely noticeable smirk on her mouth, keeping her legs closed to hide the wet spot she was making beneath her.
For the girls, it was clear something had broken in Yeji after that night, but Ryujin knew she would be the one to understand the full extent of it, at least sooner than the other members.
December 25th, 2023, 10:25 pm
Ryujin parked her car. “We're here,” she stated, turning to see Yeji, who was back in the black dress she had worn earlier on the red carpet of the SBS Music Awards, still in most of her makeup. Ryujin, however, was already wearing a hoodie and a pair of shorts.
The eldest took a deep breath and exhaled, “Okay, extensions gone,” she wiggled her ass on her seat. “Everything in place. I’m ready,” she affirmed. Her whole face showed determination.
“I’ll pick you up at seven in the morning, alright?” Ryujin voiced as she leaned closer to unbuckle the seat belt from the orange-haired girl. “Merry Christmas, unnie,” she whispered close to her mouth, before grabbing her hair for a deep kiss that Yeji welcomed.
In between soft moans, the light blond girl explored the leader's mouth. Before they broke the kiss, Yeji sucked on Ryujin’s tongue, then bit her lip and smiled at her partner.
“Don't think I’ll have mercy on you tomorrow,” Ryujin warned her.
“I wouldn't have it any other way,” Yeji replied, grinning and squinting her nose before giving her another soft kiss and stepping out of the car.
“Enjoy it,” Ryujin smirked as the door closed. She waved goodbye and drove away. Yeji walked to the familiar door and was welcomed by the gentle nods of masked men through the hallway.
She looked at the pack of masked men in the living room, everyone still dressed. “Hi again,” she waved at them with her fingers.
“We knew you'd come back eventually. I have to say it made me really happy to hear from you, even after your debt was cleared,” the investor said in Korean. The same voice as two years ago.
“I wanted to be sure I would perform better than last time,” Yeji replied in Japanese, smirking proudly and showing her teeth, generating surprise in the men and making some of them clap.
“So…” She continued as she opened the zipper on the back of her dress, catching everyone's attention. She let the straps fall from her shoulders, making sure everyone was looking at her before letting her dress fall to the ground, revealing her naked body, and a little bush between her legs from where they could see the end of a lush vibrator already inserted in her cunt.
Yeji stepped out of the dress. The room had gone silent, allowing her heels to resonate in the walls. She bit her lips as she looked at all the men from left to right, not bothering to count them.
Slowly, she did a full spin so they could see her completely. She went particularly slow when she turned her back on them, spreading her ass cheeks, allowing them to see in all clarity the engraving of the White Fury in the base of the slink, already buried in her guts.
“You know it's rude to keep a lady waiting, don't you?” Yeji grinned flirtily, watching with excitement as the investor walked towards her.
Author's note: This was the third thing I wrote. You have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this months ago and how happy I was proofreading this. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Also, when I wrote this, I wasn't expecting to post it around the dates where this 'took place.' Funny little accidents, right?
Here's an extra treat for those who got to the end.
Proceed with caution. For more Yeji, check the Idol Masterlist.
Word count: 15.7K | Tags: Smut, Sensory Deprivation, BDSM, Gangbang, Large Insertions, Mind Break, Watersports, Bukkake.
Yeji sacrifices herself to help clear the group's debt, accidentally cornering herself for an all-night gangbang that will mark a before and after in her sexual life.
“Unnie, you said we had a meeting now?” Yuna asked Yeji, entering the room after finishing her Vlive. She was slightly taken aback by seeing the rest of the group and their manager already waiting for her.
“Hi, Yuna, please, take a seat,” the manager requested, signaling the empty seat almost in front of him.
She followed along, not knowing what to expect and wondering about the folder in his hand. Lia, Ryujin, and Chaeryeong seemed a bit anxious. Yeji's face screamed she had not agreed with the situation.
“So, as you all know, after every performance we get offers from investors willing to spend money to pay your debt in exchange for services,” he began, making Yeji cross her arms as she exhaled loudly. “Yesterday’s performance at the Indonesia K-Pop Awards was no exception.”
It was clear that only Yeji knew what that was about, so the manager continued. “Investors are aware Yeji is the only tribute in this group, but with your upcoming eighteenth birthday, Yuna, we have received some offers that are too good not to be considered.”
Yuna smiled, excited at the possibilities in front of her. However, she hid her smile after sensing Yeji’s look.
“I know you’ve been insisting on tributing, but any changes to the group’s tribute arrangement have to be approved by the group’s leader,” the manager nodded towards Yeji, giving her the word.
“She’s not doing any of this now. They'll have to wait,” Yeji firmly declared.
Yuna lowered her face while the other girls looked at the leader, wondering why she was so strict this time.
“Why don’t we see the offers first?” Ryujin intervened. “You took over the tribute roll from the beginning. Maybe we can help.”
“You don’t know how crazy some of those guys get,” Yeji replied, keeping a straight face. “I don’t want you to have to go through all that just…”
“You know I’ve been waiting for this,” interrupted Yuna, “I can take them and help us with the debt. If you and I tribute, it will give you a rest!”
“Let me show you the offers before you jump in too soon,” the manager intervened, trying to calm the waters. “Investors A and B are already in their fifties. Investor C is in his forties. If you move forward, you won't see them until the day of the service,” he explained, placing three sheets of paper in front of them.
Yuna pursed her lips. She didn’t love the idea of getting fucked by someone as old or older than her father.
“Investor A wants to use you in front of their party. He'll be hosting an event next month, and Yuna would be the closing performance,” he continued. The maknae bit her lip at the thought of being displayed in such a way.
“Investor B wants to do some shibary with Yuna, but he also expressed the idea of using candles during the session. This, of course, includes use of your holes while you’re restricted,” he explained. Chaeryeong's eyes showed interest in that before looking at Yuna, who was rubbing her legs against each other.
“Investor C,” he added, “wants free use of you for a whole night, and permission to cum inside your pussy as much as he may need.” Lia placed her hands between her legs, trying to recall the last time she had been creampied.
“These are fairly common requests,” Ryujin stated. “Yeji has already gone through half of these requests with other investors. What makes these worth a meeting?”
“They’re doubling their investments if they get Yuna,” he replied, making the maknae open her eyes as wide as she could. She turned to Yeji with pleading eyes.
“Unnie, please! I can take at least two of these! C’s proposal has been a fantasy of mine, and B doesn’t sound so bad,” she pouted, leaning into the table, making herself look small as she looked up to the leader. Yeji simply looked at the manager, telling him to continue.
“The investors have also been in contact with each other,” he added, making them all turn to see him as he explained. “They're all from Japan, and also proposed to have a private foursome with her.”
Yuna was taken aback. She had had threesomes before with her seniors to help clear her trainee debt, but never a foursome, and much less with strangers. “H-how much are they offering for that?” She asked.
“They’re combining their offers. You would cover a good portion of your debt if you get Yeji’s approval.”
“She’s not doing that,” she declared firmly to the manager before turning to the maknae. “Yuna, I’ll offer myself to take the last proposal. This is too much for your first service with this kind of people.”
Her words made Yuna lower her face, knowing the leader won’t bend. Chaeryeong looked at Lia, who elbowed Ryujin, making her intervene for them.
“Unnie,” Ryujin broke the silence with an awkward tone. “We've been talking, and you need some help with the whole tributing thing. And Yuna’s already eager to help.”
Yeji sighed. “I know," she admitted with her eyes closed." That’s why I agreed to even have this meeting,” she replied, somewhat defeated, making Yuna look up again. “You can become a tribute the following year, alright?” She stated, leaning into the table and holding Yuna’s hands. “Just let the holiday season end. You’ll have plenty of investors making a line to sleep with you, and you’ll be able to choose.”
Yuna smiled happily, jumping to hug Yeji, finally letting the other girls smile calmly.
“Thank you,” Ryujin mouthed to the leader as Yuna squeezed her.
“I’ll make the preparations, and we'll see what they counteroffer,” their manager sighed. “I’ll keep you posted, Yeji,” he added as he collected his papers.
A week later, Yeji had to skip the event of the Asia Artists Awards due to a minor back injury. Normally, she would have pushed herself to be in the event, but the investors had requested a video call with her and her manager to present their final offer. However, they never turned their cameras on.
Since Itzy will need to record another promotion for their album IT'z ITZY, the investors had proposed the night of December 17th, after the KBS event, a day before the showcase was aired. Yeji and their manager agreed on that, as it would give her enough time to rest in between live appearances.
Their following words were carefully chosen, establishing that all the participants could use her holes. That included rough fucking, multiple penetration, and them cumming inside her. She would let her pubic hair grow. She would be restrained with shibari techniques, and they would be careful not to leave any lasting visible mark, ensuring the ones left would be gone by the time of her next public appearance. They also requested unrestricted use of sex toys and other tools. The session was expected to last four hours.
Yeji was shocked. She had experienced a foursome before, but she was free to move. Here, she would be at their mercy; if they even had that with her.
The manager noticed her concern and asked them how much they would pay for that. They would double the initial offer they had made for Yuna.
She was scared, thinking of their words carefully, how they were thoughtfully planned for them to make the most out of that deal, and how much that night would cost her personally. She also thought of saving Yuna from the need to tributing. If the maknae was to be a slut, she better be it because she wanted to and not to pay the group’s debt.
“I-I want triple the original offer,” she requested, looking at the floor. Silence took over the room. “And you can use me how you please from midnight until sunrise… Without leaving any marks,” she hesitated to add.
They accepted. The call concluded.
She felt her heart rushing as her mind ran a hundred scenarios of what they'd do to her. Despite the fear this caused her, she felt her pussy getting wet.
The manager looked at her as he collected the notes he'd sent to their lawyer to make the agreement on paper. “Yeji,” he started, “I know you think of the group first before you think of yourself, but you just cornered yourself against them.”
“You think I don't know? It's me who they'll be fucking, not you,” she yelled defensively.
Her manager sighed. “Did you hear the number of participants?” He asked in a calm, worried tone, hiding his frustration. Yeji looked down, trying to remember their words.
“They never specified that today. And today was the day that mattered,” he added, making Yeji realize it may not only be a foursome. “You just gave yourself on a silver platter with that ’how you please’ for basically 6 hours,” he stated, with his hand on her back. He didn't want to make her feel worse, but he wanted her to be aware of what she had gotten herself into.
“I'll try to make them stipulate it. But they'll be managing the NDAs this time, so it will be harder.” The manager looked at her, defeated. He told her he'd go for the other girls at the AAA so she could have company.
It took them a little over two hours to come back. They all rushed to see their leader, who was lying down on the big couch, looking at the ceiling with no expression on her face.
“Unnie!” Yuna yelled, running towards her and giving her a tight hug as she snuggled with her. This brought Yeji back to reality from the depths of her thoughts.
Lia was quick to kneel in front of her face, asking how she felt and if she needed anything. Chaeryeong was already entering the kitchen to prepare dinner, signaling Ryujin to go help her.
“Next year I'll make them pay more for each service so you don't have to do this again,” Yuna promised, playing with some of Yeji’s hair, trying to lighten the mood.
“We're all thankful for what you do for us, but this goes to a whole other level,” Jisu added, keeping her eyes on Yeji.
“I'm not saying that you owe me anything, but you'll have to take care of me if something happens,” Yeji finally spoke, raising her eyebrows, and making everyone look at her.
“Lia already said it: Anything you need,” Ryujin replied from the kitchen, as she and Chaeryeong prepared the leader’s comfort dinner.
“Anything you need,” Chaeryeong mouthed to Ryujin, mocking her. It was already common for Ryujin to pamper Yeji after she came back from every service session, but Chaeryeong had noticed the way Ryujin looked at her at any given time.
After dinner, Yeji explained a bit of the situation to all of them.
“But, they said they wouldn’t hurt you, right?” Yuna asked with clear worry in her eyes. The leader simply nodded.
“Even if they said that, they mean it more in a lasting injury kind of way,” Lia remarked, “Remember when she came back from that pair?”
“Talking hurt the following day,” Yeji replied, reminiscing about the time she forcefully learnt to deepthroat. “Of course, I know anything could happen. But the sooner we move on from this, the sooner I’ll recover from whatever they'll do to me.”
“Whatever they'll do to you?” Chaeryeong asked, clearly concerned. “You know what will happen, that’s what the contracts are for, right?”
Yeji nodded, but her face indicated something was wrong. Ryujin knelt next to her and held her hand. “What happened?”
The leader explained how the meeting went, her thought process, and how she put herself in a corner against them. “They’ve got good money. But any investor getting their hands dirty in this can fall easily if anything goes wrong. So I think I’ll be fine.”
Ryujin hugged her. “We'll have everything ready for when you come back. I’ll pick you up personally, alright?”
The following days were filled with rehearsals for the upcoming December events: their performance at the MAMA’s, the recording of their Japan showcase, and the music festivals from KBS, SBS, and MBS. Some of which were already rehearsing in advance in case Yeji needed some days to fully recover.
Halfway through them, Yuna’s eighteenth birthday required a small celebration that concluded with the manager’s call, sharing the flooding of investors’ requests.
Yuna felt a certain pride in having a never-ending queue of men waiting for her. She felt even better after her first live appearance doubled the call volume.
Yeji was fairly relieved that the maknae could, at least, get to choose the options that would interest her the most. A privilege most tributes in the industry don’t get.
The relief was short-lived, as reality struck when they heard the Japanese crew was already in Korea, setting up the stage. Throughout those two days, she began to feel as if she was no longer in control. While unsettling, the sensation also brought a more submissive side of her. She followed the crew’s cues diligently during the recording.
While the staff did their best to speak in Korean with the group, they spoke Japanese among themselves. Yeji knew enough to get by, and as much as she tried to hear something that would point to the investors already being there, she couldn’t get anything. The day ended without much fuss after that.
She felt lucky to have a busy schedule that also allowed her to feel loved and cared for by the other members. However, being busy and loved makes time fly.
Their performance at the KBS festival went as expected, and the rest of the festival went by smoothly. Everything wrapped up as usual.
The girls, along with their manager, had gone back to their apartment. Following standard protocol when there was a chance of her ass being used, Yeji prepared her butt with an enema. Once she was clean, as instructed, she put on her white, red carpet outfit, this time with no underwear. She had barely eaten that day due to the event, and after it was done, she had just enough water to recover from the performances. Despite this, the anticipation kept any hunger or thirst away from her.
The girls hugged her tightly before she went down to the van, accompanied by her manager and Ryujin, who never let go of her hand.
The way to the location was a bit silent. She had enough experience with investors to know the procedure and that she had to keep the agreement.
Upon their arrival, Ryujin looked at Yeji and kissed her on the lips. The leader didn’t know she needed that and finally allowed herself to breathe.
“I’ll be back at the door at sunrise, alright? Not a minute later,” Ryujin confirmed with a kiss on her forehead.
The van’s door slid open by one of the investor’s workers. He was wearing a mask and, without saying a word, offered his hand so she could get out of the vehicle. As she got out, she saw a big house surrounded by green areas. ‘There’s no way anyone will hear me,’ she thought as they walked past the door, exactly at midnight.
When she entered the hallway leading to what she thought was the living room, a large one at that, she immediately noticed the series of ropes that went through metal structures attached to the columns surrounding the area.
She was met by three masked men in suits. The back of their hands reflected their age. Above them, she saw two thick bamboo sticks with ropes already tied to them. Most of the ropes went through pulleys. She was surprised by the attention to detail the mechanism required. Behind the men were a couple of long benches and a black box, about the height of their knees.
“Welcome, Miss Hwang Yeji,” started the younger one at her right. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. “It is truly a pleasure to have you here with us. I see you followed our instructions, and I hope you continue to do so throughout the night,” he stated, speaking Korean to a level that sounded straight from a textbook while he walked closer to her.
Yeji simply nodded, unconsciously pouting. “Please, let us hear your voice,” he requested, taking her face by the chin as he looked her in the eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered shyly, avoiding his eyes, just loud enough for them to hear her in the quiet room.
“Let’s get you in your outfit for the rest of the night,” he continued, comfortably placing his hands behind his back. “Undress,” he ordered her in Japanese.
“Y-yes,” she replied, following the change to Japanese. Shyly, she untied the long pieces of fabric around her arm and neck before unzipping her back. She took a deep breath before letting her white outfit fall to the floor around her feet.
She felt a cold breeze going through her whole body, feeling goosebumps on her skin. She didn’t know if it was the open windows on the back or the adrenaline piling up as she felt their eyes examining her legs, her unshaved pussy, just as they had requested, and her small breasts. Whatever it was, she felt her pussy getting wet already, adding to the shame as she felt her body betraying her.
The man offered his hand, so she stepped out of her white outfit on the floor. He knelt in front of her and signaled her heels. “Please,” he said kindly.
Yeji raised her leg, allowing him to take off her heel, and repeated the process for her other foot. The cold floor on her feet served as a reminder of how vulnerable she was there.
He stood up, scanning her whole body. “You truly are a beauty from head to toe,” he whispered in Korean while the back of his finger traced the lines on her abs. "I see you followed our requests," he acknowledged, running his fingertips on Yeji's pubes, causing her to squirm a bit in her place. "I trust you followed protocol as well," he added, placing his whole palm in the curve of her ass, squeezing it gently.
"Yes," she replied, trying to collect herself and not show any expression.
“Introduce yourself,” he ordered, again in Japanese and stepping back to give her space.
“Hi, I’m Itzy’s Yeji. Thank you for having me. I hope you enjoy this night,” she replied in Japanese, bowing to them.
The man offered his hand again. She took it and was guided to the center of the living room, right below the ropes. One of the men passed a blindfold to the younger one. He stood in front of her, taking her chin one more time so their eyes met, even if she could not see his.
“From this moment on,” he told her in Korean, “you are nothing but a doll for us, and as a good quality doll, your body will stay still as we play with you.” He moved his head slightly, signaling her to confirm.
“Y-yes,” she replied in Japanese.
“Good. Tonight, you will be restricted in more than one way. Your sight and hearing will be highly limited,” he explained in Korean, taking two earplugs from his pocket to show her. They were too familiar to her. “I paid a little extra to have them done for you. Your company provided the mould.” Yeji opened her eyes as wide as she could in surprise.
“Before you put them on,” he continued, “I need you to understand, so I’ll make it easy for you. If you want us to slow down, you will say ‘Dalla.’ If you want to stop, you’ll say ‘Icy.’ Understood?”
“Y-yes… Understood,” she hesitated. He moved his hand for her to repeat it. “Dalla to slow down, I-icy to stop,” she repeated, trying to engrave that mechanic in her head.
“Well done. But you’ll have your mouth busy at times. If you can’t talk, you will snap your fingers. One hand for us to slow down, both hands for us to stop. Can you snap your fingers?” He asked, maintaining a comforting tone and signaling her to do it. Yeji snapped with both hands at the same time.
He laughed softly. “Good kitty,” he whispered, loud enough only for her to hear, and making her clench her pussy. His attention and guidance had already sold this experience for her.
“You will put on your earplugs,” he ordered. “After that, I’ll put this blindfold on you. What will you be after that?”
Yeji’s curiosity had already turned into excitement, even if she didn’t want to admit it yet. “I’ll be the perfect doll for you to play with,” she replied in Japanese, looking at his mask as she smirked, unable to hide her excitement.
Her response made the three men chuckle in satisfaction. She was instructed to put on the earplugs then. As soon as she did, everything went almost quiet, except for the blood flowing through her, which added an unnatural feeling to their muted voices. It made all sound as if she were underwater.
She thought she had heard the man in front of her, but she wasn’t sure of it, so she raised her face to him, frowning in confusion. She saw him turn to the other men and tell them something before turning back to her and nodding. He placed the blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the band below her hair so it didn’t move.
She was at their mercy now. She felt a pair of hands hold her ribs and what she thought was the edge of a bench in the upper part of her calves. One of the hands changed to her shoulder before they made her sit. She could feel the nectar of her pussy spreading on the seat, making her blush, although she didn’t know if they had noticed it.
For the first time that night, Yeji felt two sets of hands on her body. Two hands grabbed her perky boobs and pinched her nipples for a bit, making her whimper. The other pair of hands ran through her arms and back.
The hands left soon, and her senses focused on her mouth as she felt her first dick of the night touching her lips. She knew what to do and started licking it. The shaft was average for the region, so nothing particularly challenging. She licked the tip before starting sucking on it.
She cooed when she felt a cold, wood-like object on the back of her shoulders. ‘The bamboo stick,’ she thought. She could feel some fingers holding the stick against her back as she sucked the other man’s glans, who was massaging her boobs.
Her two hands were held at the same time to make her stretch her arms in a T pose. That made four people around her now. Instinctively, and in vain, she turned to her sides trying to see them, but the man whose manhood she was sucking held her head and made her get back to work with a few soft slaps on her cheek. ‘All the participants,’ they said.
She did her best with the cock in her mouth as she felt her arms tied to the bamboo stick. The ropes added a little pressure to her arms, right below her armpits, near the elbows, and in the middle of her forearms. She was thankful she didn’t feel any circulation issues.
Once her arms were locked in place, Yeji felt two men passing a rope through her ribcage, below her boobs, in between them, over her shoulders, and through her upper back, securing the bamboo stick.
Throughout this process, the men grabbed her boobs, sucked and pinched her nipples, and one of the men took a chance to lick her armpits, making her whine at the not-so-familiar sensation. After they finished, she noticed she could still breathe normally and smirked in relief.
Then, she felt a different dick on her lips, and she welcomed it into her mouth. That cock was a little larger, but still within her average sponsor.
On her back, she felt another naked man. His length was resting hard on her back. His hands went over her shoulders and down to her boobs, keeping her in place as her legs were spread until she was doing a split on the bench. This added more pressure on her bare pussy, making her moan on the man’s shaft.
The two men on her legs used her flexibility to tie her legs in ropes, starting with her ankles and going up her thighs. They were careful with her. When she whimpered because she couldn’t raise her legs anymore, the man in front of her left, leaving her mouth empty and letting her spit fall on her stomach. The man massaging her boobs placed his forearms below her armpits and carried her.
She expected her legs to stay low, but instead, she felt the weight of her legs on her arms, supported by the bamboo stick, forcing her to make a full split in the air. A few more knots were added on her upper thighs, helping her with the distribution of her own weight. She understood the level of restriction her whole body would be subjected to.
After they finished, Yeji felt a hand going through the wet folds of her pussy and inserting two fingers. She moaned loudly before they removed them quickly. 'Why?' she thought, realizing she wanted more.
She was again placed on the bench. With heavy breaths, she felt them add more ropes to certain areas of bamboo sticks. However, these were no longer tied to her.
Once the ropes’ vibrations stopped, she felt two hands on her back, holding her weight, and another one on her chest, between her boobs, pushing her to lie down on her back. Her arms and the bamboo stick rested on the other large bench, finally allowing a semi-resting position for her that left her head hanging for a bit.
She knew her whole body was now exposed to them. She was confident in her body, happy with how it looked naked from every angle. But not knowing who or how many people could be scanning at her wet core made her nervous, and more excited than she anticipated.
Suddenly, she felt two smelly dicks on her face and opened her mouth. They were using her hands to support her head and determine which glans would go into her lips. She simply licked and sucked whoever's manhood was closer.
Then, two more mouths, one on each foot. The one on her right licked her sole while the other sucked on her toes. The sensation took her by surprise, but also made her moan and smile.
Another hand on her pussy, that’s at least 5 people now, causing her to whimper at their touch. Yeji felt a tongue going from her hole up her clit a couple of times before it started licking her butthole. These waves of pleasure made her suck on both cocks with more intensity, but before she could get a proper rhythm, she felt a towel whipping her ass and cunt dry.
She whined and frowned as she felt the people around her leave. Then, a different hand, a little bigger and firmer, held her inner thigh. An almost burning hot substance was spread throughout her right outer lip, followed by a paper-like fabric placed on top of it. 'Oh fuck,' she thought. The man rubbed it tightly before pulling it quickly, making her scream.
She had never been waxed before, but she thought being essentially blind and deaf must have amplified the sensations. For her, it took forever. She focused on the cocks she had in her lips, sucking them eagerly before releasing a loud cry every time they removed a strip. She lost count of how many times it took, but finally, it was over.
“What’s next?” Yeji asked, panting heavily with a clear smile on her face, and feeling the cold breeze through her now hairless pussy. The feeling of being exposed increased more than she thought possible until she felt her own nectar slowly leak from her core.
She felt a couple of fingers taking her chin, exactly the same sensation and hold as before. She could feel his breathing over her mouth before he kissed her, to which she replied hungrily. He bit her upper lip before he broke the kiss, and she felt his hand trace a path down her body.
His hands ran through her slit, but they kept wandering through her body, going down her legs, going through her waist and breast, and going back down through her navel, down her freshly shaven cunt, causing her to shiver at the new sensation.
One moment, she felt his breath, staying right over her core. Yeji felt shame invading her body, imagining he was inhaling her musky aroma. The next moment, she felt a warmth running through her folds. His tongue invaded her pussy, making her moan loudly as her head hung. While the investor eagerly ate her drenched hole, she felt a dick on each hand, and began stroking them weakly as a reflex.
'Fuck! It feels really good!' She thought, moaning loudly to let him know, feeling overwhelmed, afraid that any proper encouragement from her would make them go feral on her. With no way to tell the time, and while the investor sucked on her clit, she decided she was going to enjoy all of that as much as she could.
When the sponsor stopped licking her, Yeji’s hands took a firm grasp of both lengths. She grinned; the quick replacement of his tongue for a cock meant the manhood teasing her entrance was the sponsor's. He matched his movement with her breathing and shoved his length inside her in one go as she exhaled. His shaft was not like the others she’d had that day; it was thicker and longer. "Yes!" she moaned loudly for a second before being shut by another glans entering her mouth.
Neither of the men waited for her to adjust before they started pounding into her. The sponsor in her pussy was kind enough to play with her sensitive clit while the man in her mouth face fucked her.
With her ears blocked, all she could hear was her own loud gurgling while his balls smashed repeatedly against her nose, and her drool fell through her face. Since she didn't have to move her hips or neck, Yeji tried to focus her movement on stroking the dicks in her hands, although her motion soon became erratic the more she lost her breath.
Thankfully for her, her moans made her throat vibrate, bringing the man in her mouth to his orgasm. He thrust deep in her throat at the beginning, but took his cock out halfway through his climax, painting her mouth and her nose. A part of his jizz got inside the blindfold, covering her eyes while Yeji coughed for air, whimpering and clenching her pussy while she was fucked.
They let her catch some air before one of the penises on her hand went for her mouth. Another shaft took the empty space on her hand. ‘How many are they?’ She thought, letting out a whine before her throat was occupied again. This time, she almost swallowed his whole length, thanks to all the spit she had produced.
After a couple more minutes, she felt both men twitch inside of her. She clenched her walls for the sponsor and for her to feel more pleasure. If her legs were free, she would have locked him throughout his orgasm, but she was happy he released everything he had inside her cunt at the same time the other man spurted his semen in her throat.
Yeji swallowed the remains that didn't land inside her pipe. She felt the four dicks leaving her body. Head hanging as she breathed heavily with a satisfactory smile, and her pussy leaked the sponsor’s semen. She focused on he sound of what she thought were three men talking or arguing. Then, she felt their hands grab her framed body.
Her weight was once more resting on her open legs and pussy. She couldn't help but move her hips to rub her cunt against the bench in an attempt to stimulate herself and to keep his sperm inside her. Yeji felt the sponsor’s characteristic chin grab as she shamelessly continued. The man's hand moved to her cheek, giving her a couple of soft slaps. She took it as his approval and started rubbing her pussy with more effort, only to be cut short by her whole body being lifted in the air.
Yeji yelped in surprise as she felt her whole weight resting on her shoulders and the knots in her upper thighs. She swung in the air a couple of times. Her hands and feet wiggled in the air, trying to get a hold of anything as they moved her up and down to the point she didn't know how high up she was hanging.
The men were quick to secure her. She felt the support coming from her elbows and knees as she leaned forward. Yeji imagined herself at a forty-five-degree angle while two people held her until she stopped moving. After their hands left her body, she tried to arch her back and sway her hips, but nothing changed; she was now firmly locked in position.
Even with that, she was confused and on edge, feeling she would fall flat on her face at any moment. Soon, she felt a pair of hands grabbing her waist, followed by what she understood to be a man's thighs. Slowly, the man aligned his tip with her pussy until it was pressed between her slit and his own belly. 'Why didn't he just shove it in?' She wondered, trying to rock her hips, longing for a proper stimulus.
Her request was answered fairly quickly. She felt two hands spreading her ass, and another one lubbing her butthole, inserting two fingers carelessly. Yeji groaned and clenched her muscles, accidentally rubbing her clit on the man's cock. Before she could even adjust, the fingers stopped and exited her butt, and the man beneath her reaccommodated himself.
She whimpered loudly. Two shafts entered her body. One in her pussy, the other in her asshole, both going fully in, almost pinching her walls between them. They did not wait a moment before pounding into her holes. Yeji tried hard to stop her moans from turning into whimpers, pursing her lips to keep them in.
A hand forced her to give up on that attempt. She felt a couple of fingers pressing on her nose, preventing her from breathing. She shook her head, but another pair of hands grabbed her skull and kept her in place. With no other option, she opened her mouth to breathe.
The man pinching her nose released her quickly and shoved his dick into her mouth. She gave up for a moment, focusing on breathing through her nose while she licked the man's glans and sucked it after recovering.
Yeji knew she'd be fucked airtight at some point that night. The experience contrasted with the last time she had a cock in each hole. That time she could move, shake her butt, take their shafts in her hands and suck them at her own pace and make them cum however she liked. But right there, she was a three-end fleshlight and nothing more.
'Their perfect doll,' she remembered when they pinched her nipples. Her whimper muffled on the glans she had in her mouth. Just like a doll, she renounced control over her body. Yeji focused on opening her throat for whoever shoved his manhood in her pipe, and the pleasure from having two clocks filling her holes.
She moaned, whimpered, gagged, and gurled, relying on the knots around her body to remain still.
Just when she was getting to enjoy it, the shaft in her cunt twitched, and the man exploded inside her. Yeji hummed, loving the warmth it generated inside of her. Unfortunately, as soon as he was done depositing his seed inside her pussy, the man moved away without interrupting the ones in her ass and mouth.
Before she could feel any disappointment from having an empty pussy, she felt someone wiggling his way under her body, quickly shoving his cock inside her.
The sudden insertion of the stranger's dick made her squirm and clench her puckerhole involuntarily, triggering the orgasm of the man fucking her guts. He was relentless, ramming her ass while he shot his sperm as deep as he could.
Again, as soon as the man exited her butthole, a different shaft took its place. 'How many?' She asked herself, already losing count and forgetting her question, when a wave of cum flooded her mouth.
Doubtful, she swallowed it and opened her lips to welcome the next dick. A gentle touch to her chin, and some soft taps on her cheek. Him again. It felt like a reward that made her smile despite having a new shaft in her tongue. The sponsor's fingers moved through her body while she was used constantly.
When she felt his fingers leaving her arm, she whined, similar to an infant who had just lost its favorite toy. The following second, the three men using her holes went full speed, quickly changing her whimpers into a panted flow of moans interrupted by her gurgling.
Unaware of the time and having issues breathing, she lost count completely. After a little while, she didn't know when a different dick would fill her ass, and a new one entered her guts quickly. The same happened for her mouth, where Yeji could only keep track of the ones who didn't shoot their jizz inside her throat, but rather in her mouth. The easiest one to track was her pussy, where at least four other men placed themselves below her and filled her pussy until her body surrendered to her first climax of the night.
The sensation was beyond embarrassing. She felt her orgasm, but it was theirs completely. They had taken her there. They had forced her body to enjoy their cocks. They, full strangers whom she'll never get to see, filled her with their seed.
Feeling agitated, they left her body to rest. 'Just a doll,' she reminded herself, trying to hide her smirk and relaxing her muscles, and letting their semen ooze out of her pussy and butthole. It felt shameful. It was clear there were more men, attentively scanning her body. Knowing their eyes were feasting over her used self was equally embarrassing and arousing.
Her neck kept her head up, as if waiting for the next dick until she yelped, feeling her whole body moving in the same angle. Yeji was expecting them to fuck her again. A part of her yearned for a more violent round. Instead, she felt cold lube spread throughout her puckerhole. This time, only on the outside. Whomever it was, he took his time feeling the wrinkles of her slightly gaping butthole, caressing it and tapping it kindly.
The fingers disappeared, and her ass welcomed a small, solid foreign object, barely thicker than a man's thumb. It was only a few centimeters long, shorter than any penis she remembered. She clenched her anal walls, trying to figure out what was in her butt. Abruptly, she felt a cold liquid entering her rectum, producing an elongated, stuttering coo through the experience.
'Why? Why? Why?' She asked herself, feeling the water fill her rectum. She had done a couple herself before getting into the white outfit again. However, that one was different. The amount of liquid felt already like double the volume she normally handled at home. Shame flooded her mind. Not knowing how the liquid would come out was something embarrassing already, but not knowing where it would fall made her afraid of letting go of the liquid once the object was removed.
She felt someone playing with her clenched butthole and inserting a finger inside her. “No! I won’t let go,” she whimpered, clenching her jaw and her rim around the man's digit.
The finger wiggled inside her before it exited her hole. She felt a couple of light slaps followed by her ass getting spread again to insert the same object, immediately adding more liquid into her guts. 'A syringe?' She wondered, feeling the thicker, round area, pushing on her buttocks while they kept filling her.
Once they emptied the second load into her, she felt the volume and the weight adding pressure inside her belly. She let her head fall forward, her hair caressing her shoulders as it fell in front of her. The investor held her chin again. Shivering and unable to say a word, she shook her head, initiating the process again, and adding a third load into her ass.
After they were done, the ropes suddenly moved, making her whole body shake in place, along with the liquid within her. She was breathing heavily, trying to hold the liquid until she felt a hard, stinging slap on her ass, making her release a stream of water for a second.
Yeji’s anus shut right away. Her legs tried to move, trying to close them in vain, and then, another slap, harder than the last one, and a new stream of water came out of her for a second, accompanied by a whine. Her stubbornness and embarrassment pushed them to repeat the same process, making her cry at every spank until the last slap was too hard for her to keep containing the liquid. Her buttcheeks were burning, her puckerhole gave up, and let it all out.
She blushed so much she could feel the blood rushing to her face while she whimpered. Another pair of soft slaps helped her release the little liquid still inside her.
Her body was quivering in the air while her mind was trying to process what she had just done. Before she could rationalize anything, she felt the tip of the syringe again, injecting liquid into her rectum right away. As soon as they finished with one load, she felt another tip of the same size entering her butthole and emptying the load into her. Three full back-to-back loads.
Yeji felt the familiar hand on her chin, raising her face. “I won’t,” she whimpered, shaking her head as her body trembled.
In response, she felt another slap on her ass, so hard it made her swing as much as ropes allowed. The movement of the liquid was too much, and she released the liquid one more time, hiding her face between her hair as her legs shivered and her toes contracted.
She had no time to rest this time. Her butthole had no resistance left and welcomed the now familiar object. Halfway through the second load, Yeji had started coming to terms with that process, and when they finished injecting the third load into her, she was ready to let go.
Unfortunately, she felt the syringe again, adding another load. She didn’t know if it was because of the pressure the liquid was putting in her insides, but it felt as if they were injecting it quicker. She felt the cold liquid move deeper into her intestines. 'They surely can see it now,' Yeji thought amidst her quickened breathing as she felt the skin on her belly expand.
As soon as she felt the object leave her ass, she let all the liquid fall out of her. She had never felt that kind of shame before. Her whines, whimpers, and cries were either ignored or served as fuel for them. Then again, the process started over. One. Two. Three. Four full loads again. Yeji felt her belly expand one more time, but now, she was left floating for a moment.
“I-is it over?” She asked, clenching her puckered hole, holding onto the liquid. Incapable of hearing any response, she exhaled and released the liquid one more time. She received a few surprise slaps on her ass, producing a couple more jets of water out of her hole.
Yeji then felt two hands inserting at least four fingers into her butthole to open it as wide as it could. She screamed at that action, as that allowed more liquid to slowly flow out of her, letting it run through her inner thighs until gravity let it fall.
As they kept her asshole open, she felt two hands holding her small boobs, followed by a strong pinch on both nipples. ‘Clamps now?’ She thought, as they adjusted them to be as tight as she thought possible. The pain these caused on her nubs allowed her body to release more liquid out of her puckerhole.
When they removed her fingers, she felt her asshole gaping, unable to close completely on its own, so she tried clenching it. She whimpered as soon as her rim felt it was closing around the syringe, immediately filling her insides with water again, and again, and again, and again.
She felt a finger touching her butthole, as if shutting it close moments before the tip of the syringe entered for the fifth time. She cried loudly as her belly grew. Her breathing was heavier than ever. When the fifth load was over, the finger stayed in her hole again.
Yeji felt the investor’s hand taking her chin again. “E-enough… Please…” She begged, not remembering her safe words. The investor moved her chin left to right. Two seconds later, she felt the object entering her ass for the sixth consecutive time, pushing more liquid into her.
She gasped, almost groaning, while her belly bloated all the way up her stomach. "This is insane," Yeji murmured, shaking her head. "I'm going crazy", she panted, not only because of all the pressure the liquid was causing on her insides, but because the thought of how long she could keep it inside felt like a challenge to herself.
The men must have seen the effort on her face, as she was hanging, with a swollen belly, and trying to breathe in a constant rhythm. Her thoughts were interrupted by a change of balance. They placed her back in a straight vertical position. Every pull on the ropes made all the liquid inside her move, making it more difficult to hold it in.
She tried focusing on her breathing, but clenching her pelvic area was already too much, and her muscles were giving up. Yeji felt a weak leakage of water getting out of her butthole, and navigating to her pussy, making her body shiver.
She felt two hands holding her ribcage to keep her in place, before they moved to the clamps in her nipples to pull them. The vibrations and movements were odd. She wondered what they were doing until they let them fall. This time, the weight of the clamps pulled her nipples to the floor, producing an immediate guttural moan.
The sudden release of weight on her breasts had broken any concentration she had left and allowed everything she was keeping to flow out of her intestines. The relief was such that she also peed herself in the process.
The last bits of liquid coming out of her ass and bladder left her shivering. Her brain was already breaking, and her mind could only process the pleasure of having released everything, producing a nearly orgasmic smile on her face.
Fortunately for Yeji, she felt two hands lubricating and fingering her pussy and butthole. With no care for her comfort, their dicks penetrated her holes at the same time, triggering her second climax of the night.
“Yes!” She moaned, clenching her jaw and throwing her head back. “H-harder!” She begged while the men pounding her were still finding their pace. The weights on her nipples bounced, mixing pain with pleasure, and prolonging her orgasm. The contractions inside her body and the constant ramming of their cocks helped her push the little bits of liquid deeply hidden in her guts after that large, final enema.
The men focused only on their own pleasure. Again, Yeji could not distinguish when a man had already shot his seed into her holes. She only knew when a new cock entered her body, one after the other.
The constant waves of pleasure, added to the bouncing weights on her nipples, triggered several micro orgasms in this position, making it harder for her to keep track of anything until they stopped again.
She had given up on counting after she had at least five men in each hole. Yeji could feel her holes gaping, allowing their cum to flow out of her weak, twitching body.
For a moment, she was aware of her face, showing a tired smile, a consequence of her orgasms; a smile she could not remove even if she tried. ‘Pathetic,’ she thought, laughing loudly at herself, wondering how much lower she could get.
The men helped answer that right away. They changed her position from vertical to horizontal. She was now face down, allowing the weights on her boobs to hang freely, giving a constant torture to her now stretched nipples.
She tried to focus on the seed that was dripping down her clit when she felt her hair being pulled. They forced her to raise her head, facing forward. Her mouth hung agape, waiting for them.
Moments later, Yeji felt the hand release her hair, but her head stayed locked in position. 'You can't get bored with these guys,' she thought, amazed by the different techniques they had to make her their toy. She chuckled, even though she tried to stop herself from it. She was equally afraid and hopeful that it would make them more eager to use her. That's exactly what she got. Any further thought on the matter was cut short by two cocks entering her gaping asshole and open mouth.
They wasted no time and fucked her, going as deep as they could inside of her. The constant pounding made the weights swing and bounce erratically, making her moan and cry harder into whoever’s dick was in her throat at the moment.
As expected, the men in her ass came inside of Yeji's guts, but the men face-fucking her simply withdrew their cocks when they started to twitch. The drool flowing out of her mouth allowed the next man to quickly shove his cock into her pipe.
Some of the men seemed to prefer her pussy, however, none of them came there. They slipped out of her cunt to penetrate her loose butthole, pound her a few more times, and deposit their seed as deep in her rectum as they could. They kept her on the edge of a possible orgasm, without ever reaching it.
The men kept using her throat like a mindless toy until she ran out of saliva. Then they focused on her ass. She could no longer feel their dicks pulsating inside her as they deposited their semen in her, except for a few who pounded harder into her and made the weights in her nipples swing harder. The whole experience made it impossible to keep track of time.
Eventually, they stopped. Yeji felt herself swinging lightly. Mouth, open slightly for her exhaustion. Hands and feet, hanging with no resistance. Holes, pulsating, unable to close again.
The inclination of her body kept their cum inside her asshole. She thought that, on a different day, and without enemas that size, she might be able to feel the amount of semen she was keeping in her guts.
Suddenly, she felt fingers going inside her butthole, wiggling carelessly, although she could not tell how many. They left her as soon as her moan became a loud whimper, only to be replaced by a different object.
It was slim, and she felt it slide inside her with ease, going deeper than anything solid that day. Whatever it was, it was smooth, and it bent easily. Soon, she noticed the deeper it went, the thicker it got.
They kept getting it in and out of Yeji, every time going a little further until her coos became an awkward whimper. She felt her insides stop the object from going deeper. They kept the toy there for a few seconds as they released her head, letting it hang before she felt her body change the level of inclination.
As her body rose again to a vertical position, she felt a hand on her ass, maintaining the long object inside of her. Once she was still, someone removed her hair from her face, placing it all at her back before they tied it up.
No more than two seconds later, the object moved deeper into her, going past whatever resistance may have been there. She grunted at the feeling. It didn’t hurt, but she felt the object take a turn to her left. By the time the thickness of the object was the same as her gaping hole, she could already feel it slightly above her navel.
Yeji panted and whimpered as they kept pulling the object slightly out, only to push it even deeper into her, stretching her anal walls little by little. Just when she thought the object could not stretch her more, she felt a hand marking the circumference of the object in the entrance of her asshole, keeping it still, followed by a change of rhythm.
The object was no longer going in and out slowly. Instead, they pulled out a longer part of it, only to push it back inside her guts as deep as it was, getting deeper each time, making her moan louder.
She felt the object poking her belly from within, every time a little higher. After a little while, she felt the object making a ninety-degree turn to her right, just below her stomach. Yeji let out a guttural moan as her body twitched and she threw her head back.
She could not comprehend how that thing was going so deep into her slim frame, but her curiosity was killing her. She wondered what they were using on her and if she could see her belly bulging from the outside. The sole idea made her pussy drip in her own juices and allowed for more of that object to get inside of her.
Before long, she felt the widest part of the toy becoming narrower, signaling that the object was now fully inside of her. Breathing heavily, she tried to process the sensation of having her guts literally rearranged. She wanted more. She needed more.
Yeji’s head suddenly returned, as if looking slightly down. “Again… Please…” She grunted, panting, and clenching her ass to feel the object in its entirety. Her brain could not comprehend what they were doing to her, how her intestines could accommodate such a large object inside of her. She wanted to feel it one more time.
They complied. They pulled the object almost completely out of her, making her whine in a high pitch. 'No, no, no,' she thought, arching her back, trying to stop it from leaving her body, only for the toy to be pushed back into her guts.
She felt the object going in strongly, reshaping her guts and pressing her belly from within. Yeji felt it moving through the left of her abdomen, and then curving below her stomach, stopping right at her center, a few centimeters above her belly button. The weights in her nipples bounced right over it thanks to the added swing the ramming produced on them. The cold metal and its weight amplified the mental stimulation of something being buried so deeply inside her ass.
“M-more…” She begged in a desperate grunt while her brain painted the toy's path. She felt the investor’s hand on her chin before he slapped her softly on her cheek again. It made her happy. She thought it was his way of telling her, ‘Good slut,’ or ‘I’m proud of you.’
“P-please…” Yeji implored, grinning the moment she felt the investor’s hand softly resting on her abs. The man behind her slowly took the object out of her and quickly inserted it back inside her butthole. The added soft, but firm pressure of the sponsor’s hand made the path of the object inside her belly clear in her mind. She was dying to see her abs reshaping with her own eyes, to touch her flat midriff with her palms as the moving object rearranged her insides.
The man on her back abruptly pushed the toy all the way in, keeping it buried in her ass while the ropes changed her center of gravity again. This time, they moved her shoulders back and her pussy forward just a bit. The weights fell to her sides, pulling her nipples in a new direction.
The investor slid his hand through her neck, between her tits, and placed both his hands on her waist. Yeji melted at his touch, feeling more than ready to be played with. Without warning, he cleanly shoved his cock in her cunt, releasing a loud moan from her mouth.
“Yes!” she screamed, feeling his dick and the thickest part of the object sharing her body, loving the way they rubbed through her walls. She could still feel the other man's fingers in her butthole, keeping the object in for a couple of seconds.
Then, both men began fucking her at their own rhythms, making her whimper and groan while she bit her lips. The investor held her tightly by her waist, firmly pressing her abs with his thumbs. Yeji could not think straight anymore. She only wanted to get more of what they were giving to her and somehow see herself taking it all.
The next thing she knew was that his thumb was playing with her overly sensitive clit while they pounded into her slim frame. She could tell her face had a wide, broken smile while they used her mercilessly until the sponsor shot his load directly into the entrance of her cervix.
Yeji started shivering and crying her moans, indicating she was close to her own climax. The investor added three of his fingers in her cunt and played directly with her g-spot as the other man took longer thrusts into her body, pulling more of the object out before inserting it fully back into her body, matching the speed of the investor’s fingers.
It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, contracting violently in an instant. Her body became erratic, squirting and pushing the object out with force. At the same time, she threw her head back, and her feet wriggled uncontrollably; all the while, the sponsor finger-fucked her to prolong her climax.
As her orgasm died down, she realized they had already put her back in a straightened position, and she felt the thickest part of the object getting secured in her now loose asshole.
She was left hanging while the investor’s cum kept dripping out of her cunt. For a moment there, Yeji wished she could be below her own pussy to drink her falling juices mixed with his seed. That made her realize her mouth was dry, and all that heavy breathing was not helping her.
“W-water…” She requested, barely audible due to her lack of strength. “I’m thirsty… Please…” She begged. She felt someone taking a good grasp of her boobs, making her whimper for a moment. They pulled the clamps, stretching her tits as much as they could, making her cry in pain until the clamps slipped from her nubs, finally releasing them from the torture.
'It can't be,' she thought, feeling her pussy gushing more of her squirt. She loved it. Her mind tried to ignore her newly found orgasm and focused on her nipples for a second. She could feel her heart beating through them.
Her brain was already shutting down, a consequence of the long day she’d had, the little food and water she had ingested before the KBS event, and the overwhelming way they were using her body. For a moment, things seemed to be coming to an end when she felt the ropes on her legs getting loose.
In the past, she had spent an hour or two with her legs fully spread against the floor. Never like that. She didn’t know how much time she spent in a full split, carrying her own weight like in the air. However long it was, it was a new personal record for her.
'Noble gentlemen,' she thought sarcastically, when the men helped her support her own legs as they were released from the ropes. She had no strength left in her. When she finally felt her inner thighs touching, she felt how her whole body was slowly getting down to the ground.
For the first time, Yeji felt the floor she’d been hanging over. Her toes slipped through the slimy floor as her body got closer to the ground and her knees bent.
When these finally touched the floor beneath her, she wondered how much of the goo she was resting on was their cum, her squirt, her juices, or whatever fluids they had pumped into her belly earlier. The thought made her smirk as her ass finally rested on the floor, splaying her legs out to the sides and helping her keep the long object inside her.
Having the weight of her torso supported by the ropes added a layer of relaxation to her body, but that was interrupted by some fingers removing one of the earplugs. She was already too tired to try to comprehend what the men were whispering.
“Still thirsty?” the sponsor asked in Korean, close to her ear. His breath hitting her skin made her shiver.
“Yes,” she replied weakly.
“Already sleepy, right, kitten?” he asked softly. Yeji nodded, pouting in an attempt to look cute, knowing it would contrast with her broken image.
The investor held her face. Her chin rested on his palm, while his fingers covered her cheeks. Everyone went quiet. “Would you like to see how you look now?” He whispered in her ear. Yeji hummed and nodded in his hand, receiving a slap on her face the following second. “I don’t hear you,” he told her loudly.
She could still feel his fingers stinging on her cheek. She liked it. “Y-yes, I want to see me,” she replied, focusing her energy on her voice, purposefully lowering her volume at the end.
“What do you want to see?” He asked, slapping her again, harder.
“I-I want to see how much you’ve ruined me,” she said, trembling with a wide grin. Another slap. “I want t-to see how you’ve broken my body."
He touched her cheek, but his hand slid down to her left nipple. She grimaced in pain, then he pinched it and twisted it." Why?" He asked calmly.
Yeji felt another small orgasm hitting her through the pain on her nub. Her hips were shaking against the pool of juices. "I w-want to touch myself to it,” she admitted, unable to hide her smile.
“Good kitten,” he praised her, kissing her quickly and licking her lips. “But you need to earn that. Will you be a good whore?” He asked, holding her chin in his hand.
“The best one,” she purred eagerly.
The investor chuckled a bit. “You will have a drink. Then you will keep your face up. And then the little kitten can go to sleep,” he declared as other men started releasing her arms from the ropes. Yeji nodded. “Open your mouth. Wide,” he ordered.
She complied, and a few seconds later, she felt a warm jet of liquid hit her mouth. The immediate taste of urine made her shake her head in surprise, making it fall on her face, shoulders, and chest before someone took her head and kept it in place. Yeji opened her mouth again, ignoring the smell and savoring the unique flavor. As it filled her cheeks, her thirst pushed aside the taste and tried to swallow her first bits of liquid after the cum they had deposited in her throat hours earlier. The more she gulped, the more carelessly she drank it.
Then, she felt the tip of his dick touch her lips, and she tried to engulf his hard cock, immediately bobbing her head a few times so she could force herself to let him enter her throat, coughing on his pee a couple times before securing him so he could empty his bladder directly in her stomach.
When he was done, he held her in place for a few seconds, pushing her nose against his pubes. “Now that’s a good slut if I’ve ever had one,” he said in Japanese as he removed his shaft from her throat, making her cough up his piss a few more times. He grabbed her hair and made her raise her head.
She was panting and smiling from ear to ear, still trying to process the way he had made her his urinal in front of who knows how many men.
“Is the kitten still thirsty?” He asked, still holding her hair.
“Yes!” She replied with a wide, wicked grin. She could not believe herself. She knew what he meant. She had never been used like that before, she had never been humiliated to that level, and yet, she still asked for more.
Truth was, similar to the taste of cum, she forced herself to like it until she couldn't help but beg for it.
“Keep your mouth open,” he ordered, releasing his grip.
A moment later, she felt several jets of warm, stinky pee showering her whole body. Some bits entered the blindfold as she tried to drink whatever went to her mouth. Not a single piece of her body remained untouched by their golden shower.
When they stopped, she was given a few moments to breathe, as she ran her tongue through her mouth. She was raised again, until her feet were hanging in the air.
Her whole strength went to her ass, trying to keep the object inside while she moved her head side to side, trying to feel her hair on her body. Her effort made her whimper while their urine dripped from her fingers, toes, chin, and hair; not accounting for her own nectar, dripping between her thighs, making her wonder how she must look hanging like that. Used, restrained, plugged, dripping, and broken. She grinned.
Yeji heard them move something on the floor beneath her and place it somewhere behind her. They then started getting her back to the floor.
The sudden drop she felt for a second made her yelp as her ass released the object in her asshole. The object was stopped halfway through and shoved back in her body in a single movement, making her grunt in response to the quick movement in her guts and the subsequent orgasm that triggered.
The man kept his hand on the base of the object as her feet touched the floor again. This time, it was mostly dry, if not for the liquid dripping down her body. They made her sit in the same position as before, knees bent, splaying her legs out to the sides as her pussy and ass touched the floor, keeping the object in place.
They then started to release her arms from the rope and stick. Her right arm was set free first. It took her some seconds to be able to move it. By then, they had already released her other arm and her back.
Finally free, her weak arm traced the object's path inside of her, starting from her soft, waxed pussy, going up her abs, to the left of her navel, and curving right below her stomach.
With her hand there, she finally hunched her back for the first time in hours. Her breathing accelerated as she felt the movement of the object inside her. Yeji tried to correct her posture, but her weakness made her bow again, keeping her whining in constant distress.
“That toy is a reminder that you're nothing but a set of bottomless holes for us to fill,” the investor told her close to her face, grabbing her hair to raise her eyes. “You're free to keep it as a memory of tonight, but if you can hold yourself for a little more,” he continued, “you'll have another proof of everything we did to you.”
Yeji composed her posture, groaning in the process as a clear sign of her effort. Her mouth moved as if trying to talk, but there wasn't enough energy in her to do so. She simply nodded weakly while she tried to control her breathing, making her breasts move steadily.
“Face up,” the sponsor ordered. “You may finally open your eyes,” he indicated while he removed the blindfold from her face.
She tried to do it, but the burning was immediate, probably because of the piss, she thought. Her left eye remained fully closed, eyelashes glued by the dry cum from when they first used her throat.
Her right eye was just processing the light and blurry shapes around her when she felt warm ropes of semen hit her face from different angles. One of them landed straight on her open eye, making her gasp and jump a bit in her place.
Hands started to grab her body again, moving her head to wherever their load was coming from so it could land on her face or open mouth, too weak to close it again. She tried to swallow their seed, but most of it came out of her mouth and slipped down her body.
With all of the movement, hair pulling, grabbing, and constant change of hands, she fell on her back to the floor. Already too weak to yelp, she felt thankful to whoever caught her head so she didn't hit the floor, but she was left there.
More spurts of semen fell all over her body. Most of them on her face, and her small breasts, but some came over her arms, abs, bare cunt, legs, and feet.
Lying on the floor, finally resting, Yeji felt the warmth of their seed covering her body until she finally surrendered to exhaustion and fell asleep.
“Ryujin, it’s time,” the manager whispered from the driver’s seat. He and the rest of the group went to pick up their leader.
If Ryujin fell asleep for half an hour, she didn't notice. Her mind kept thinking that if Yeji was doing all that for them, she would not allow herself to rest until Yeji could rest properly, but she insisted on the rest to get some sleep, even their manager.
He and Ryujin got out of the van. She woke up the other girls and instructed them to be ready with more towels on the closest seats to the door for when they returned, while she picked up a zip-up sweatshirt and a bag with more towels.
The manager guided Ryujin to the house’s entrance. He entered the code before the sun was visible on the horizon, but that didn’t work.
“They were not kidding when they said ‘until sunrise,’ I guess,” Ryujin sighed, trying to control her breathing.
“Just one more minute,” replied the manager.
“I’ll go first,” she voiced with determination.
“I would not recommend it. We don’t know if they’re still there,” the manager interrupted, trying to protect her, but Ryujin looked back at him.
“You said it yourself,” she started, “they’re businessmen. They stick to the deal. Yeji was the one on the deal, not me.” That made the man sigh in acceptance.
She nodded lightly. “Plus, the less you see of this, the better. I’ll tell you when you can come in,” she concluded, signaling the sun that was just getting out.
The manager entered the code again, and they heard the door unlock. He held the door open for her, and Ryujin entered the house. She went through the hallway, running to the living room as soon as she saw Yeji’s silhouette on the floor.
She took a moment to appreciate the scene. Yeji’s unconscious naked body, covered in mostly dried cum, with some liquid bits on her face and her navel. Behind her, a shallow container, around four square meters, filled with light yellow pee and what appeared to be cum floating on it. The columns still had the metal structures with ropes hanging all around. The two bamboo sticks were left next to one of them.
Nearby, they left a bottle of water and packets of electrolyte powder with a note.
“Mix one up, and make her drink it all. She will need it when she wakes up. Keep the rest for later.”
‘How considerate,’ she thought as she rolled her eyes.
She paid attention to Yeji’s body, checking the marks of the ropes on her chest, arms, and legs. Her nipples looked enlarged and swollen, at least twice the length they normally are. Their abuse was clear. The dried jizz on her body extended all the way to her feet, making her look as if she were covered by dried glue or candle wax.
She noticed her now shaven pussy, and below it, she noticed a round object keeping her butt cheeks spread. The base was engraved with the face of a White Fury. She spread Yeji’s legs and held the object by the base. With little effort, she slowly pulled the object out of her, stopping almost immediately when she saw her stomach move and heard Yeji cooing.
Ryujin confirmed she was still unconscious, but her curiosity got the best of her for a moment. Slowly, she pushed the object fully back inside her, making her upper belly bulge. Ryujin opened her eyes widely, shocked by the way the toy was reshaping Yeji’s insides.
Then, she came back to her senses. She decided it was best to take the object out. That made Yeji’s abs move from the inside, tracing the path of the toy until Ryujin had fully removed it from Yeji’s guts.
She admired the object, a pearl white slink plug, at least fifty centimeters long, and easily five centimeters in diameter in its thickest part. It was all covered in sperm.
When she looked down on Yeji’s crotch, her asshole was leaking more cum. 'It won't close for some time,' Ryujin thought, sighing after her fingers traced the circumference of her friend's gaping hole.
She tried to remove as much semen from the slink as possible. Before cleaning the tip of the toy. Again, her better judgment was put away after thinking of how deeply inside Yeji the slink had reached. Not knowing if she could have another chance, she licked it, expecting its bitterness to be stronger than what it actually was. Ryujin shook her head, coming back to reality. She took the towels out of the bag, hiding the toy in it.
Carefully, she sat Yeji so she could put the sweatshirt over her. She felt her damp hair, still smelling of piss, and covered it with the hoodie, removing the liquid cum off her face and throwing it to the floor. She tied one of the towels around her waist before calling for the manager so he could enter the scene.
He was equally shocked seeing Yeji’s face, legs, and feet covered in dried cum. Following Ryujin's instructions, he carried Yeji on his arms, making sure her body was covered in towels before they headed back to the van.
The other members kept the van’s back door open, taking care of her covered head as the manager placed her over the towels of the middle seat. He was quick to get in the driver’s seat, and when everyone was back inside, he started driving.
The girls’ faces showed concern for their leader. Lia, seated on her left, was shocked by the smell of urine on her hair. Chaeryeong, at her right, admired her face covered in a plaster of cum, gluing her eyes closed.
Yuna, sitting in the front row, paid attention to her legs and the warm semen dripping down her thighs. She wondered how much they had done with her through the night and what that must have felt like. Despite her concern for her leader's well-being, her broken look was arousing for her, making a loud part of her yearn for the same treatment.
After a few minutes on the road, Yeji groaned as he regained consciousness, making everyone look at her as she basically jumped, scared in her seat, not knowing where she was.
They all talked to her, and even though Yeji understood nothing, hearing their voices made her feel safe.
Yeji tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't. “Blindfold…” She mumbled, barely audible.
“There's no blindfold, love,” Lia whispered. “Don't worry, we'll help you,” she assured her while Ryujin handed some wet wipes to Chaery and Lia. She had made herself fit on the floor between the seat rows and between Yeji’s legs.
As they cleaned enough cum out of Yeji’s eyes, they saw how her expressions were breaking the cast of dry semen on her face.
“Unnie, how do you feel?” Yuna wondered, frowning, leaning on the back of her seat, when Yeji finally opened her eyes.
“Exhausted,” she replied, still disoriented. “Thirsty.”
Ryujin sighed, hating that the investors were right, but she had the water with electrolytes ready. Yeji’s arms could barely hold the water bottle, much less carry it, so Chaeryeong held it for her as she drank, spilling some bits on the sweatshirt.
As they were getting closer to the apartment, Yeji tried to get more comfortable in her seat with some help from the girls. The movement made her aware of her gaping asshole. She tried to sit on it, ashamed of her weak walls. That made her groan, as she felt some discomfort inside her cunt.
“What happened?” Lia asked, frowning in worry, and holding Yeji’s hand.
“I-I think there's something inside,” she replied.
Ryujin placed her hand on Yeji’s knee. “It can't be. I took it out,” she stated, looking at her eyes and reaching for her butthole.
Yeji blushed, remembering the long object that had rearranged her guts a good part of the night. She shook her head, “N-no. In my cunt,” Yeji panted, moving her hand to her pussy, unable to remove the towel.
Chaeryeong helped with the towel, and all of them looked at her smooth pussy, also covered in dry cum, adding more shame to the leader.
“Didn't you have a bush?” Yuna asked, confused, quickly shushed by Chaeryeong.
“Do you want me to check?” Ryujin inquired, getting her fingers ready. Yeji nodded weakly and tried to open her legs a bit more, swallowing what little pride she had left.
Ryujin licked her ring and middle finger before reaching out to her pussy and inserting them inside Yeji, making her whimper. She had to reach in and fully insert her digits into her cunt to find something. She felt a rigid object inside a condom and carefully took it out, making her groan as it exited her walls and whine once it was out.
Ryujin held the object and used her teeth to open the knot on the condom, licking her lips as she savored Yeji’s juices, and ignoring the fact that she was likely tasting some man's load as well.
“Is that a USB or something like that?” Chaeryeong asked.
“Looks like an SSD. Yeji has one similar to this,” Yuna replied. Yeji smirked, knowing the investor kept his word.
“We're close already, we can check it out after she eats something,” Lia announced, making everyone wrap Yeji up in towels before they put on their hoodies, masks, and shades.
They made enough space for their manager to take Yeji in his arms as they cleared the path to the elevator. The way into their building was smooth. Ryujin ran through the hallway and opened the apartment’s door so everyone could get in.
The manager was quick to find the largest couch to let Yeji rest in it. “I have to go and fill in some paperwork,” he said. “If any of you needs anything, especially her,” he added, signaling the leader, now more conscious but still out of energy, “just send a message or call. I’ll get here with anything you girls need, alright?”
He walked back to the door, getting close to Ryujin. “I trust you’ll take care of her,” he whispered as he was getting out of the apartment. She closed and locked the door so she could run towards Yeji.
Lia came out of the bathroom. “Everything ready here, I’ll help Chaery with the food, you two get her clean,” she indicated.
The Shin sisters helped Yeji waddle to the bathroom. Once they were there, they removed the sweatshirt and towels from Yeji’s body before they stripped naked and entered the shower with her.
They had all showered together before. They knew the details of each other's bodies, so Yuna was unapologetic when she admired the cast of dried semen over the leader’s tits, paying attention to her enlarged nipples.
“They’re already getting back to normal,” Ryujin smiled at Yeji as she caressed her cheek.
They helped her sit on a small bench before letting the water run over her back.
The warmth of the liquid reminded Yeji of how she let herself be used earlier. A little smirk took over her face. She let herself be pampered by them. Yuna washed her hair while Ryujin carefully cleaned any cum residue from her face.
They slowly went down on her body. Ryujin took care of her still sensitive breast. Yeji grimaced and whined in her place, feeling pain at every little moment of her nubs, not wanting to admit she was getting turned on by that very pain. Yuna cleaned her back, tracing the ropes' marks she still had on her body. Some will disappear in another hour, some may need a little make-up.
When they reached her hips, Ryujin helped Yeji stand up so Yuna could wash her properly.
The maknae was delicate when she spread her ass cheeks. She saw the leader’s gaping hole, already smaller than before, but still slightly open. “Unnie, I’ll clean the entrance,” she warned before her fingers touched her weak, swollen rimhole. Her walls allowed Yuna to insert two fingers to clean her properly, taking only the necessary time.
Ryujn saw the leader's face clench in response to the pain it caused her, and yet, she could see a smile hidden in the corner of her lips. Then, she repeated the same process on the front, counting on Yuna to support Yeji as she knelt to face the leader’s hairless cunt. She crossed looks with Yeji, who nodded lightly, indicating to her to start cleaning her folds.
Similar to Yuna, Ruyjin also inserted two fingers into Yeji’s pussy to clean as much as she could. The leader tried to hold her moans as she was fingered by Ryujin, but a few escaped her mouth when she cleaned her clit.
Once they were done, they sat her again to clean her long legs. That was a bit easier for them, as they didn’t have as much cum covering them as the rest of her body. Once they reached Yeji’s feet, Ryujin gave a quick look to Yuna. She understood, and they both started massaging the leader’s feet, from her heels to the tip of her toes, taking care of each little toe.
Ryujin was the first one to kiss Yeji’s soles. Watching her elder do that gave the maknae confidence to do the same. Ryujin’s mouth traced a path of little kisses across the eldest's sole before giving little kisses to her toes.
When she turned to look at Yuna, she saw her sucking on Yeji’s toes, making Ryujin chuckle a bit before she licked them too.
The leader whimpered in pleasure, allowing them to have their fun for a bit. “Yah! Stop it, please,” she exclaimed weakly after a while, unsuccessfully trying to reach them. They complied, kissing her feet softly and kneeling at her sides.
“Is there anywhere we missed?” Ryujin asked.
“Or any other place you need a little more attention to?” Yuna added, looking up at her with big eyes.
“No, no,” Yeji replied, “I’m already feeling a lot better. Thank you,” she said calmly, reaching to their cheeks.
“Let’s get you dry then,” Ryujin indicated, standing up with Yuna.
The three got out of the bathroom with wet hair and wearing only ropes. Yeji was now able to slowly walk on her own, but the Shin sisters were still watching her step, offering their arms, and taking care that her clumsy side didn’t work against her.
“Breakfast is ready!” Chaeryeong announced happily to them as soon as she saw them.
“In a bit,” Yeji groaned. “I want to see that thing first,” she added with a determined look, pointing to the SDD the investors had left inside her pussy.
Ryujin took it and plugged it into her laptop, which she tends to have connected to the living room’s TV. They saw two folders on it, simply titled ‘Videos’ and ‘Photos’.
“Where do you want to start?” Lia asked, looking at Yeji.
"Photos," she replied with a nervous face, barely moving her lips. Ryujin opened the folder, and with it, everyone's mouths opened in surprise. Over 700 pictures in the folder. “Open any photo you want,” the leader ordered, eyes fixed on the screen.
Ryujin extended her display so she could focus on the folder while the pictures were displayed on the TV. The pictures had the same quality as a JAV photoshoot, but some pictures had a more artsy style like those of a magazine.
A picture of Yeji, resting on the benches before they waxed her pussy. A shot of her being split-roasted. Another showing her own spit covering her face. A few pictures of her being double penetrated and a few more of her fucked airtight as she hanged. One close-up of her nipples being stretched by the weights they had added to the clamps.
As every picture went by, Lia looked at Yeji’s poker face, wondering what was going through her mind. Chaeryeong could not help but smile devilishly when she looked at Yuna, who had leaned forward, hiding her hand under her robes as she bit her lips. Ryujin had to look at Yeji after every picture to remind herself that she was fine now.
Then, a picture of her with her ass spread by two men as a third one used a huge syringe to pour water into her guts.
“Go to the videos, I want to see that,” Yeji requested, unable to look anywhere else.
Ryujin followed her command and looked for the video that resembled the enema frame. As anybody looking at porn would do, she tried to skip to the more interesting bits.
“Whoa,” Yuna exclaimed when she saw the leader’s abs expanding by the water inside her.
“How much was each syringe?” Chaeryeong asked.
Ryujin looked for a good frame. “Half a liter,” she replied, worried about Yeji.
“How many times did they do that?” Lia asked, looking at the leader.
“I-I can’t remember, but the last time they gave me 6 loads,” she replied, remembering the intense feeling.
“What? Skip to that part!” Yuna requested. Ryujin also wanted to see that, so she followed along and found it.
Yeji’s belly was swollen, clearly stretching the skin in her abs to its limit. Her whimpers made everyone in the room shiver, but watching the weights in her nipples triggering her to release all that liquid made the leader blush. They all sat there watching as her guts released everything into the container.
“I-I… Let me find another one,” Ryujin said to herself, opening another video of Yeji receiving load after load of cum in her ass. The container in that video looked empty, but all of her juices and the creampies from her holes were collected there.
“How many men were there?” Lia asked.
“I-I don't know. At some point, I was serving four at the same time. When one finished, another one took his place before I even noticed.” The main focus of the shot was her, of course, but in the background, she saw more masked men than she could count. She would later sit with Ryujin to watch every frame and count them, giving up after at least five detailed attempts.
As Ryujin went through the miniatures of the files, one caught her interest, and she opened it immediately. She skipped forward to the frame including the slink toy she still had in the bag.
“You've got to be kidding me,” Chaeryeong exclaimed as soon as she saw it. Yuna’s eyes opened as wide as they could, sparkling, understanding now why the leader’s asshole was so loose earlier. Lia had to look at Yeji to imagine how that could possibly fit in her, and Yeji’s eyes shone for the first time that day, showing a subtle smile.
As Ryujin fast-forwarded the video, they reached the part where the man pushed the object all the way into her guts.
Yeji’s hand traced the same path in her abs as everyone watched her belly bulge thanks to the slink toy. They kept watching until the investor fucked her with the slink fully buried in her.
Ryujin forced herself to open another video just to come back to reality and saw her leader drinking piss straight from the investor’s dick just before she forced it into her throat without him touching her head.
They all knew she had to have gone through something like that from the smell of her hair alone, but watching her drink it so eagerly shocked everyone. It made the following scene of her getting a golden shower a little easier to digest.
Ryujin skipped some bits, and they saw frames of the men removing the container before painting all of Yeji’s body white with their seed.
The leader was in a trance, watching herself be used to such a degree. Her eyes were fixated on the screen, even after Ryujin had paused it. She was breathing heavily, feeling her cunt leaking her nectar again.
“U-unnie… Would you do all that again?” Yuna asked, half-worried, half-wishing she had gone through that experience instead of Yeji, even if she wasn't sure she would be able to withstand it as she did. At least not yet.
“W-what?” Yeji replied, blinking repeatedly and taking a second before getting out of her trance. “No, no. I don't think I could get through all that again,” she added with a barely noticeable smirk on her mouth, keeping her legs closed to hide the wet spot she was making beneath her.
For the girls, it was clear something had broken in Yeji after that night, but Ryujin knew she would be the one to understand the full extent of it, at least sooner than the other members.
December 25th, 2023, 10:25 pm
Ryujin parked her car. “We're here,” she stated, turning to see Yeji, who was back in the black dress she had worn earlier on the red carpet of the SBS Music Awards, still in most of her makeup. Ryujin, however, was already wearing a hoodie and a pair of shorts.
The eldest took a deep breath and exhaled, “Okay, extensions gone,” she wiggled her ass on her seat. “Everything in place. I’m ready,” she affirmed. Her whole face showed determination.
“I’ll pick you up at seven in the morning, alright?” Ryujin voiced as she leaned closer to unbuckle the seat belt from the orange-haired girl. “Merry Christmas, unnie,” she whispered close to her mouth, before grabbing her hair for a deep kiss that Yeji welcomed.
In between soft moans, the light blond girl explored the leader's mouth. Before they broke the kiss, Yeji sucked on Ryujin’s tongue, then bit her lip and smiled at her partner.
“Don't think I’ll have mercy on you tomorrow,” Ryujin warned her.
“I wouldn't have it any other way,” Yeji replied, grinning and squinting her nose before giving her another soft kiss and stepping out of the car.
“Enjoy it,” Ryujin smirked as the door closed. She waved goodbye and drove away. Yeji walked to the familiar door and was welcomed by the gentle nods of masked men through the hallway.
She looked at the pack of masked men in the living room, everyone still dressed. “Hi again,” she waved at them with her fingers.
“We knew you'd come back eventually. I have to say it made me really happy to hear from you, even after your debt was cleared,” the investor said in Korean. The same voice as two years ago.
“I wanted to be sure I would perform better than last time,” Yeji replied in Japanese, smirking proudly and showing her teeth, generating surprise in the men and making some of them clap.
“So…” She continued as she opened the zipper on the back of her dress, catching everyone's attention. She let the straps fall from her shoulders, making sure everyone was looking at her before letting her dress fall to the ground, revealing her naked body, and a little bush between her legs from where they could see the end of a lush vibrator already inserted in her cunt.
Yeji stepped out of the dress. The room had gone silent, allowing her heels to resonate in the walls. She bit her lips as she looked at all the men from left to right, not bothering to count them.
Slowly, she did a full spin so they could see her completely. She went particularly slow when she turned her back on them, spreading her ass cheeks, allowing them to see in all clarity the engraving of the White Fury in the base of the slink, already buried in her guts.
“You know it's rude to keep a lady waiting, don't you?” Yeji grinned flirtily, watching with excitement as the investor walked towards her.
Author's note: This was the third thing I wrote. You have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this months ago and how happy I was proofreading this. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Also, when I wrote this, I wasn't expecting to post it around the dates where this 'took place.' Funny little accidents, right?
Here's an extra treat for those who got to the end.
“Keep your eyes forward.” Your voice cut through the thrumming bass, low and absolute, meant only for her. Karina flinched as if struck, her gaze snapping back from the writhing mass of bodies on the main floor below the VIP booth. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the velvet rope. “They’re not the spectacle. You are.”
You didn’t need to look to know what had captured her attention. You’d designed it, after all. The Eyes of Eros was a temple to your particular tastes, a monument built from the ashes of your poverty. Down there, under the pulsating, blood-red lights, was the playground. A famous actor, his shirt long discarded, had a lesser-known actress bent over a chaise lounge, his hips pistoning into her from behind while she screamed lyrics into a microphone for the crowd. In a gilded cage, another idol, a girl from some bubblegum group, was on her knees for two men, her face a glistening mess of devotion. It was all decadent filth. It was everything you’d dreamed of.
You turned your attention back to your new acquisitions. Four of the most pristine, untouchable idols in Korea, now standing on your turf, smelling of expensive perfume and pure, unadulterated fear. You’d bought their agencies, their contracts, their futures. And now, you would collect.
“You own us?” Ryujin’s voice was a defiant rasp, her posture rigid, but her eyes, those clever eyes, were already calculating the exits, the angles. She was a fighter. This would be fun.
“I own the air you’re wasting,” you said, your tone bored. You took a slow sip of your whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn a path down your throat. “I own the stage you dance on, the songs you sing, the adoration you pretend is for you. It’s all mine. And tonight, you learn what that really means.”
You let your gaze travel over them, a predator sizing up its meal. Yuna, the youngest, trembled, her spectacular, famous legs seeming to barely hold her up. Chaewon’s expression was a cold mask, but a faint tremor in her bottom lip betrayed her. And Karina… Karina was trying so hard to be brave, to process the obscene carnival she’d been thrust into. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow breaths, making the soft swell of her tits strain against the silk of her designer dress.
You stood, and they all took a synchronized step back. A smile, thin and cruel, touched your lips. You closed the distance to Karina, your shoes silent on the polished floor. You didn’t touch her. Not yet. You just… inhaled. “You wear innocence well. A shame it’s a fucking lie.” You finally reached out, not for her face, but for the neckline of her dress. With a single, sharp tug, the fragile fabric gave way.
The sound she made was a choked gasp. The dress pooled at her waist, leaving her upper body completely bare. Her tits were perfection, high and full, with nipples the color of a pale sunrise hardening instantly in the cool, air-conditioned air. Every eye in your security detail, every gaze from the adjacent booths, locked onto them. “Look at these,” you commanded the others, your voice dropping to a intimate, nasty whisper. “These world-famous tits. Millions of dollars of marketing, right here. And they belong to me now.”
You finally touched her, palming one heavy breast, feeling the weight of it, the unbelievable softness of the skin. She whimpered, a pathetic little sound that went straight to your cock. “Such a good little fuck doll, aren’t you? Built for this. Born to have your cunt used.” You squeezed, not gently, and her back arched, a tremor wracking her body. “You see what happens to pretty, rich things in my world? They become toys. Say it.”
She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes.
You pinched her nipple, twisting sharply. She cried out, a sharp, genuine sound of pain that melted into something else. Something warmer. “Say it.”
“I’m a toy,” she whispered, the words smoke and shame.
“Louder.”
“I’m a toy!” she gasped, her eyes screwing shut.
“My toy,” you corrected, releasing your grip only to cup her other tit, squeezing the soft flesh, watching it spill over your fingers. “You have the perfect body for breeding. Look at these hips. This cunt,” you said, your hand sliding down her flat stomach, past the bunched fabric of her dress, your fingertips brushing the damp heat waiting between her legs. She jolted. “I’m going to ruin this tight little idol pussy. I’m going to fucking wreck it. And you’re going to thank me. You’re going to beg for my cock to finish inside you, to pump you full, to see if this pristine body can actually do what it was designed for.”
You turned her around, pushing her against the glass partition overlooking the debauchery below. Her bare back pressed against your front, her enormous tits pressed against the cold glass. She moaned at the sensation, a ragged, broken sound. You unzipped your pants, freeing your cock, already thick and achingly hard. You rubbed the head through her soaked panties, the flimsy lace offering no resistance.
“Watch them,” you growled into her ear, one hand groping her tit possessively, the other tearing her panties aside. “Watch all those other famous sluts getting exactly what they deserve. And know you’re next.” You positioned yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her wetness. She was so fucking tight, a silken, clenching heat that tried to resist you.
You didn’t wait. You drove into her with one vicious, deep thrust, burying your entire length in her cunt in one go.
Karina screamed. It wasn’t a sound of pain anymore. It was a raw, torn-open sound of shock and overwhelming sensation. Her hands slapped against the glass for purchase as you filled her, stretching her, claiming her. “Fuck,” you grunted, the feeling of her incredible. “You take cock like a fucking champion. A natural-born cocksleeve.” You began to move, short, brutal thrusts that shook her whole body, making her tits jiggle and sway violently against the glass. “This is what you’re for. Not singing. Not dancing. This. Taking dick. Being a set of holes for me to use.”
You pistoned into her, the slap of your hips against her ass echoing in the booth. You looked over her shoulder, catching Ryujin’s horrified, fascinated stare. “You see how her perfect tits bounce? You’re next. I’m going to fuck your mouth while I fill her cunt.” You reached around, finding Karina’s clit, rubbing rough, demanding circles. Her resolve shattered. Her moans became constant, high-pitched pleas. “Yes! Yes! Please! More!”
“More what?” you demanded, fucking her harder, feeling your own release coiling deep in my gut. “Use your words, you stupid whore.”
“More cock! Please! I need it! I need you to… to…!” she begged, her words dissolving into incoherent sobs of pleasure.
“You need me to come inside you?” you snarled, your rhythm becoming frantic, animalistic. “You want me to breed this world-famous pussy? To put a baby in the untouchable Karina?”
“Yes! God, yes! Breed me! Please, fill me up! I want it! I want it!”
Her entire body went rigid, and a guttural cry was torn from her throat as her cunt convulsed around your cock, milking you, pulling the orgasm from you. With a final, deep plunge, you emptied yourself into her, a hot, claiming rush that had your vision spotting. You held yourself there, buried to the hilt, as she shuddered through the last waves of her climax, your cum leaking out around where you were still joined.
You stayed inside her, keeping her impaled against the glass, your breath hot on her neck. You looked past her heaving form to the other three girls, their faces pale, their eyes wide. Yuna had a hand over her mouth. Chaewon’s cold mask was gone, replaced by something like terrified awe. Ryujin just stared, her jaw clenched, but a dark, curious hunger in her eyes.
“Who’s next?”
A raw, broken sound escaped Karina’s lips as you finally pulled out of her. Your cum, hot and claiming, immediately began to leak from her well-used cunt, tracing a glistening path down the inside of her thigh. She slumped against the glass, her chest heaving, her enormous tits flattened against the cool surface, her mind clearly somewhere far away from this VIP booth.
You tucked your still-hard cock back into your pants, your gaze sweeping over your other prizes. Yuna looked like a ghost, her youthful face pale, her long legs trembling so violently you thought they might buckle. Chaewon’s cold elegance was shattered, her slender frame rigid, her eyes wide with a dawning, terrifying understanding. And Ryujin. Her fierce eyes burned with defiance, but they were also locked on the evidence of your possession dribbling from between Karina’s legs.
“Yuna. Chaewon,” you said, your voice a low command that snapped through the air. “Come here. Now.”
They didn’t move, frozen in place by sheer terror.
You sighed, a sound of pure irritation. You grabbed a handful of Karina’s hair, not roughly, but with undeniable ownership, and turned her face towards them. Her eyes were glazed, a stupid, fucked-out smile playing on her lips. “Look at her. Look at what I give to good little toys. She’s never felt better in her life. Her virgin cunt is finally doing what it was built for.” You gave Karina’s hair a small tug. “Aren’t you happy, sweetheart?”
“So… happy, Sir,” Karina slurred, her voice dreamy and distant. “So full. Thank you… for your cum.”
You released her and she nuzzled against the glass like a contented animal. You focused back on the two frozen girls. “That’s your choice. Blissful obedience, or,” you paused, letting your stare land on Ryujin, “a lesson in futility that will only make your eventual surrender so much more pathetic. Your choice. But you will kneel.”
Yuna moved first, a tiny, choked sob escaping her as she took a hesitant step forward, then another. Chaewon, after a moment of silent calculation, followed, her movements stiff and precise. They came to a stop before you, their heads bowed.
“On your knees. I want your faces level with my cock. I want you to see what ruined her, and what’s going to ruin you.”
They sank to their knees, the expensive fabric of their dresses pooling around them. The contrast was exquisite. Yuna, all innocent face and trembling vulnerability, and Chaewon, a portrait of cold grace forced into submission. You freed your cock again, still slick with Karina’s juices, and held it before them. It was thick, veined, and utterly demanding.
“Look at it,” you ordered. “This is your new god. This cock owns you. It will decide when you eat, when you sleep, and most importantly, when you fucking come. Now, Yuna. Open your perfect, innocent mouth. You’re going to clean your unnie off of me.”
Yuna whined, a high-pitched sound of pure fear, but she obeyed. Her pink, perfect lips parted. You didn't wait. You fed your cock into her mouth, groaning at the sudden, shocking heat. Fuck, her mouth is even softer than she looks. She gagged instantly, tears springing to her eyes as the head hit the back of her throat.
“Suck,” you commanded, your voice a guttural growl. You placed a hand on the back of her head, not forcing her, just guiding. “Use that famous tongue you use to sing all those cute songs. Clean my dick. Taste what a real woman tastes like. Taste Karina’s broken-in pussy on my skin.”
She began to move her head, tentative and clumsy at first, her tongue fluttering against your shaft. The sensation was unbelievable. You looked down at Chaewon. “Watch. Learn. See how a good slut services what owns her.”
Chaewon’s cold eyes were fixed on the junction of Yuna’s lips and your cock, her own lips slightly parted. You could see the rapid pulse in her slender neck. You reached down with your other hand and cupped Yuna’s cheek, feeling the strain in her jaw. “You were born for this, you know. All those years of training, all that dance practice… it was just to make you flexible enough to be a perfect fucktoy. Your mouth is a much better cocksleeve than a microphone.”
You began to move your hips, fucking her mouth in short, shallow thrusts. Yuna’s gagging sounds began to morph, mixing with soft, desperate moans. Her body was betraying her, responding to the sheer dominance of the act. Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides, came up to rest on your thighs, not to push away, but to steady herself.
“That’s it, you fucking natural. You love this, don’t you? You love having your throat stuffed. You love tasting another girl on your Master’s cock.” You fucked her mouth a little deeper, and she took it, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Such a good, filthy cocksucker. My perfect little idol whore.”
You pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her swollen lips to your glistening cock. She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. You turned to Chaewon. Her mask was completely gone now. Raw, undisguised hunger stared back at you.
“Your turn, princess. You think you’re better than this? You think you’re above getting your face messy?” you taunted.
You didn’t give her a chance to answer. You slid your cock into her mouth. Her reaction was instantaneous and shocking. Where Yuna had been hesitant, Chaewon was voracious. She took you deep, her head bobbing with a desperate, practiced rhythm that made you groan. Her cool demeanor had evaporated, revealing a bottomless, frantic need.
“Holy fuck,” you grunted, your fingers tangling in her hair. “Look at you. The ice queen melts for dick. You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Dreaming of a cock big enough to shut that superior little brain of yours off.” She moaned around your length, the vibration shooting straight up your spine. “You’re not so cold now, are you? You’re just a hungry, desperate slut who needs to be used. A worthless set of holes waiting for a real man to fill them.”
You alternated between them then, feeding your cock to one, then the other, making them share your taste, making them compete. The air was thick with the sounds of their sucking, their gagging, their helpless moans. You were a conductor and they were your orchestra, playing a symphony of degradation.
Finally, you pulled away from Chaewon, whose cool elegance was now a mess of spit and smudged makeup. You turned to where Ryujin stood, her arms crossed, her body a taut line of resistance. A smirk played on your lips.
“Your friends make such pretty noises, Ryujin. They understand their place. But you…” you said, your voice dropping to a predatory whisper. “You still think you’re fighting something.” You took a step toward her. “Your defiance is the most exciting part. It just means I get to break you that much harder.”
The sharp, wet sounds of their mouths on your cock finally ceased as you pulled away from Chaewon. Two pairs of glistening, swollen lips stared up at you, waiting for their next command. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and their expensive, ruined perfume.
“Stand up,” you ordered, your voice a low thrum of power. They scrambled to obey, their legs unsteady. You pointed to the plush carpet in the center of the booth. “Now, get on the floor. On your hands and knees. Face each other.”
They moved like puppets on your strings, their expensive dresses rustling as they assumed the position. Yuna’s innocent eyes were wide with confusion and a dawning, terrifying excitement. Chaewon’s cool mask was completely gone, replaced by a raw, panting need that made her seem years older.
You knelt behind them, a predator settling between two pieces of prey. Your hands slid under the hems of their short dresses, pushing the fabric up over their asses. Your fingers found the damp heat of their cunts at the same time. Yuna gasped, a high, reedy sound, while Chaewon pushed back against your hand with a desperate, hungry sigh.
“Look at these two perfect little sluts,” you growled, working two fingers into Yuna’s tight, virgin-like opening while your thumb found Chaewon’s swollen clit. “A nation’s sweetheart and an ice princess. And all they really are is a pair of wet, hungry holes.” You began to move your hands, fucking Yuna with your fingers and rubbing demanding circles on Chaewon. Their bodies started to move in time with your rhythm, a broken, shuddering dance. “You’re going to show me how hungry you are. You’re going to taste each other.”
Yuna’s head shot up, her eyes wide with shock. “W-what?”
“You heard me,” you snarled, crooking your fingers inside her, making her cry out and buck against your hand. “Put your pretty little mouth on Chaewon’s cunt. Lick her. Suck her. Show me you know how to be a good little bitch for me. And you,” you said, your voice snapping towards Chaewon, “return the favor. Show Yuna what that famous tongue can really do.”
For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then, Chaewon moved first. A deep, primal curiosity overrode her last shred of hesitation. She lowered her head, her long hair brushing Yuna’s thigh, and her tongue flicked out, tracing a hesitant line up Yuna’s slit.
Yuna jolted as if electrocuted, a shocked, “Ah!” bursting from her lips. The sensation, combined with your fingers pistoning inside her, was too much. Her resistance crumbled. With a soft, defeated whimper, she lowered her head and buried her face between Chaewon’s legs.
The sight was obscene. Two of Korea’s most famous idols, on their hands and knees, eating each other out under your command. The air filled with new sounds—desperate, wet lapping, muffled moans, the soft, slick noise of tongues working fervently. You fucked them harder with your hands, your own cock throbbing at the sheer debauchery of it.
“That’s it, you filthy animals,” you grunted, watching Yuna’s ass clench as Chaewon’s tongue found her clit. “Look at you. You were born for this. Fucking natural cunt-lickers. You love the taste of each other, don’t you? Admit it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Chaewon moaned, her voice muffled by Yuna’s pussy. “She tastes so… so good.”
“She tastes like a star, doesn’t she?” you taunted. “Now fuck her harder with that tongue. Make her scream.”
You increased your pace, your fingers plunging deep, your thumb grinding against clits, playing them like instruments. Their bodies were slick with sweat, trembling on the edge of release. Just as you felt Yuna’s cunt begin to flutter violently around your fingers, you pulled your hands away completely.
They both cried out in frustration, their heads lifting, their mouths and chins glistening with each other’s arousal. They looked wrecked, used, and utterly beautiful.
“Now,” you said, standing up and stroking your hard, slick cock. “Fight for it.”
They stared at you, confusion and desperate need warring on their faces.
“You heard me. This is the only thing that’s going to fill you up now. Fight. Over. It.”
Understanding dawned, and with it, a feral light in their eyes. They weren’t idols anymore. They were just need. They scrambled towards you on their knees, a tangle of limbs and desperate hands.
“Me, please, Master, me!” Yuna begged, her voice cracking as she reached for you.
Chaewon was quicker, more assertive. She shoved Yuna aside with a surprising strength and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock, sucking fiercely. “Mine,” she growled around you, her eyes blazing up at you.
Yuna let out a wail of pure frustration and grabbed Chaewon’s hair, trying to pull her off. “No! I need it! Please!”
You laughed, a low, dark sound of pure power, and let them struggle. Their conflict was a better aphrodisiac than any drug. You watched their hands gripping at each other, their mouths so close to your cock, both so desperate to please, to be chosen, to be filled.
From the periphery of your vision, you saw movement. Karina, who had been watching from her spot by the glass with a dazed, fucked-out expression, was slowly pushing herself up. A new, different hunger was on her face. The need for more, different contact. Her gaze wasn’t on you. It was locked on Ryujin.
Ryujin stood rigid, her arms crossed, her jaw clenched. But her eyes… her eyes were fixed on the struggle at your feet, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She was biting her full lip, hard, trying to maintain her defiant stance.
Karina moved like a sleepwalker, drawn to that defiance. She stopped in front of Ryujin, her body still flushed and marked from your use. She didn’t say a word. She simply reached out, her fingers gently tracing Ryujin’s jawline. Ryujin flinched but didn’t pull away. Her fierce eyes widened, the defiance flickering with sudden, shocking vulnerability.
Then Karina leaned in and kissed her.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was deep, hungry, and full of the same desperate need that had her begging for your cock moments before. And Ryujin… Ryujin melted. Her rigid posture collapsed. A shudder wracked her toned frame, and her hands came up to fist in Karina’s hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a frantic, pent-up passion she could no longer hide.
You chuckled, the sound rich with amusement and triumph. Of course. The pieces snapped into place. The defiance, the resistance—it wasn’t about power. It was about fear. Fear of her own desire, so carefully hidden behind a facade of tough competence.
“Well, well,” you murmured, your voice cutting through the sound of the girls fighting at your feet and the two now devouring each other’s mouths. “Look what we have here.”
Ryujin’s eyes flew open, meeting yours over Karina’s shoulder. The raw, terrified hunger in them was the most beautiful thing you’d seen all night. Her secret was out. And you knew, with absolute certainty, that her downfall was going to be the sweetest one of all.
The wet, desperate sounds of Chaewon and Yuna’s struggle for your cock fade into the background. Their conflict is a dull hum compared to the magnetic pull of Karina’s blissful, fucked-out state. You step over them, your shadow falling across their tangled forms, and they both freeze, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
You ignore them.
You walk to Karina, who is still swaying slightly from the intensity of her own release. Her enormous tits, heavy and magnificent, rise and fall with her deep, contented breaths. You reach out and your fingers encircle her throat, not to hurt, but to claim. To feel the hum of her pleased moan against your palm.
She giggles, a soft, airy sound that’s completely at odds with the depravity staining her thighs. “Sir…” she sighs, her eyes lidded and happy.
“My perfect fucktoy,” you murmur, your thumb stroking the line of her jaw. “The only one who truly understands her purpose.” You pull her to you and crush your mouth against hers. The kiss is deep, possessive, a messy clash of tongues that tastes of whiskey and her own submission. She melts into it instantly, her hands coming up to clutch at your shoulders, her body molding against yours.
From the floor, a small, hurt sound escapes Yuna. You break the kiss and glance down. Her innocent face is a mask of pure, unadulterated envy. Chaewon’s expression is tighter, colder, a flicker of jealous anger in her eyes. But it’s Ryujin’s reaction that truly fuels you. She stands rigid, her fists clenched at her sides, the passionate vulnerability from her kiss with Karina now replaced by a furious, burning resentment. She’s pissed. Good.
You smirk against Karina’s lips before turning your head to address the others. “Seeing her like this… it makes you ache, doesn’t it? To be the one I want.” You let your hand slide down from Karina’s throat to palm her breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, making her moan. “You want my hands on you. You want my cock in you. You want to be the one dripping with my cum.”
Yuna nods frantically, tears welling in her eyes. “Please, Master…”
“But you won’t get it,” you say, your voice dropping to an icy, final whisper. The hope vanishes from their faces, replaced by devastation. “Not a single inch. Not ever again. You two are useless to me now. All that desperate fighting, that sloppy kissing… it was pathetic. You’re just background noise.”
Yana’s bottom lip trembles, a tear tracing a clean path through the mess on her chin. The sight of her sadness is a dark, sweet wine on your tongue.
You let the silence hang, letting their despair sink in, before you continue. “Unless…”
Their eyes snap back to you, clinging to that single word.
“You want my attention? You want me to fucking use you like the worthless cunts you are?” you ask, your gaze shifting to Ryujin. “Then prove it. Put her on the bed. Tie her down. Every limb. I want her spread out and waiting for me. Do that, and I might reconsider.”
The effect is instantaneous. The jealousy and sadness on Yuna and Chaewon’s faces evaporate, replaced by a fiery, singular focus. Their heads turn in unison. Karina, sensing a new game, giggled again, her eyes lighting up with mischievous cruelty.
Ryujin’s defiant posture breaks. “What? No!” she barks, taking a step back, her eyes wide with genuine alarm. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
But it’s three against one. They move as one entity, driven by a desperate need to please you. Yuna and Chaewon scramble up from the floor, grabbing Ryujin’s arms. Karina, with surprising strength, shoves her from behind, sending her stumbling toward a large, low divan in a shadowed corner of the booth.
“Get the fuck off me!” Ryujin snarls, thrashing, her toned, athletic body putting up a real fight. But Chaewon’s cold determination is a sharp counterpoint to Yuna’s frantic energy and Karina’s gleeful strength. They’re a whirlwind of limbs, a silent, efficient machine of betrayal. They force her down onto the plush velvet, her struggles muffled by their bodies.
You watch, stroking your cock slowly, as they use silken cords from the booth’s curtain ties to bind her wrists and ankles to the four ornate bedposts. Ryujin’s protests become choked grunts of effort, then fade into heavy, ragged breaths of defeat. Her chest heaves, her fierce eyes burning with a mix of fury and a terrifying, thrilling panic.
When they are done, she is utterly helpless. Strapped down on her back, her body a taut, beautiful offering. Yuna, breathless, pulls a slim black strip of silk from a nearby console. A blindfold. She looks at you for permission. You nod once.
With a trembling hand, she ties it over Ryujin’s eyes, plunging her into darkness. Ryujin’s head thrashes on the pillow. “Take it off! You fucking traitors!”
The three girls step back, panting, their own dresses in disarray, their faces flushed with exertion and a strange, dark pride. They look to you, awaiting their reward.
You approach the bed, your footsteps silent on the thick carpet. You stand over Ryujin, taking in the magnificent sight of her vulnerability. The blindfold makes her other senses scream to life; you can see her straining to hear you, to feel your presence.
From your pocket, you produce a final item: a collar. Not rough leather, but a sleek band of black velvet, from which hangs a small, polished silver ring. A choker. A permanent mark.
You lean down, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. She flinches at the contact. “All that fight,” you whisper, your voice a soft, venomous promise. “All that defiance… and it just led you here. Tied down. Blind. Mine.”
You fasten the choker around her neck. It fits perfectly, snug against her throat. The cool weight of the silver ring rests in the hollow of her collarbone.
She goes utterly still. The finality of the act silences her. The fight drains from her body, leaving behind a thrilling, electric tension. A waiting.
You straighten up and run your fingers through her hair, a mockingly gentle gesture. “Such a good girl.”
You turn your head to look at the three idol.
The three idols stand there, panting, their chests rising and falling, watching you with a desperate, hungry hope. They delivered her. They bound her. They want their reward.
You ignore them.
Your entire world narrows to the woman strapped to the divan. Ryujin. Her toned, athletic body is a beautiful, tense bowstring, every muscle straining against the silken cords. The black velvet choker is a stark, final declaration against her pale skin. You trail a single finger down the center of her body, from the hollow of her throat, over the flat plane of her stomach, to the neat thatch of hair between her legs. She flinches at the touch, a full-body shudder that makes the divan creak.
“All that fire,” you murmur, your voice a low, intimate whisper meant only for her. “All that fight… and it just makes you sweeter to break.” You lean down, your lips brushing her ear. “You kissed her like you meant it. Like you’ve been starving for it. Is that your secret, Ryujin? All that tough-girl swagger on stage… just hiding a desperate little dyke who gets wet watching her friends get used?”
She turns her head away, a final, feeble act of defiance. The blindfold is already doing its work, amplifying every sound, every sensation, every cruel word.
You straighten up and look at the three waiting girls. “You want my cock?” you ask them. Their eager nods are almost pathetic. “Then get over here. Show our new pet what she’s missing.”
They don’t need to be told twice. They scramble onto the large divan, crawling over Ryujin’s restrained form. Karina, with that fucked-out wisdom in her eyes, goes straight to Ryujin’s head, her fingers weaving into her hair. Yuna and Chaewon position themselves on either side, their hands instantly finding Ryujin’s breasts, still covered by her thin top.
“Take it off,” you command. “I want to see what she’s been hiding.”
Yuna’s fingers, trembling with excitement, fumble with the hem of Ryujin’s shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Chaewon’s cool efficiency makes quick work of the flimsy bra beneath. And then they’re bare. Ryujin’s tits are smaller than Karina’s magnificent pillows, but they are perfect. High, firm, with nipples already pebbled into hard, desperate points from fear and adrenaline and the chilled air.
“Look at these,” you say, though Ryujin can’t see. “All those fans screaming your name, they’d die to get a taste of these. And now they’re just mine to share.” You nod to Yuna and Chaewon. “Taste them.”
Yuna dips her head first, her innocent face looking almost devotional as her pink tongue flicks out and laps at Ryujin’s nipple. Ryujin gasps, her back arching off the bed. Chaewon follows suit on the other side, but her approach is different—she doesn’t lick, she takes the entire nub into her mouth and sucks, hard.
Ryujin lets out a choked cry, a mix of protest and shocking pleasure. “Stop…” she whimpers, but her body betrays her, hips shifting restlessly against the velvet.
“They won’t stop,” you assure her, stroking your cock as you watch the spectacle. “They’ll suck on your pretty little tits until I tell them to stop. You’re their toy now. A new plaything for my good little pets.” You watch Yuna and Chaewon work, their mouths worshiping Ryujin’s breasts, their hands roaming over her stomach and thighs. “You like that, don’t you? Their mouths on you. You’re so fucking wet for it. I can smell it.”
You move closer, your knees pressing into the edge of the divan. You run the head of your cock through the wetness already gathering on her inner thighs, painting her skin with her own desire. She moans, a broken, frustrated sound.
“Please…” she breathes, and you can’t even tell if it’s a plea for you to stop or to continue.
“Please what?” you demand, your voice hardening. “Use your words, you defiant bitch. Do you want their mouths to stop?”
There’s a long pause, filled only with the wet sounds of sucking and Ryujin’s ragged breaths. Her entire body is trembling. The fight is leaving her, replaced by a raw, humiliated need.
“No,” she whispers, the word tasting like ash in her mouth.
“No, what?” you snap, slapping your cock against her clit. She jerks violently against her restraints.
“No, Sir!” she cries out, the title torn from her.
“Good girl,” you purr. The praise hits her like a physical blow, and a fresh wave of wetness coats your cock. You look at Karina, who has been watching with a knowing smile. “Make her kiss you. She wants it so badly.”
Karina doesn’t hesitate. She leans down and captures Ryujin’s mouth in a deep, dominating kiss. This time, Ryujin doesn’t resist. She opens for it, her tongue meeting Karina’s in a frantic, desperate dance.
You watch them for a moment, a beautiful tangle of submission and need. Then you shift your focus. You replace Yuna’s mouth with your thumb, rolling Ryujin’s nipple roughly. “Such perfect tits,” you growl, pinching the other one between your fingers. “They were made to be teased. To be bitten.” To demonstrate, you lean down and sink your teeth into the soft flesh around her nipple. She screams into Karina’s mouth, her body bowing off the bed.
You maintain the pressure, a constant, sharp pain as you speak to the other girls. “You see how her body reacts? She’s a pain slut. She needs to hurt to come. Fuck her with your fingers. Make her come on your hands. I want to feel her squirm.”
Yuna and Chaewon’s hands immediately slide between Ryujin’s legs. You hear the slick, wet sound of two, then three fingers pushing into her tight cunt. Ryujin’s hips buck, trying to fuck herself on their hands, a low, continuous moan now pouring from her lips.
“That’s it, take it you hungry whore,” you snarl, releasing your bite to lick a soothing stripe over the red mark. “You’re fucking their fingers like it’s the best cock you’ve ever had. You’re so fucking pathetic. A desperate, cunt-hungry dyke who’s finally getting what she truly wants.”
Your words are a whip, and with every cruel sentence, her orgasm builds. Her breathing is a ragged sob. Her hands are clenched into fists, the cords cutting into her wrists. Karina keeps kissing her, swallowing her cries.
“You’re going to come,” you command her, your voice dropping to a vicious whisper. “You’re going to come all over their fingers like the good little bitch you are. And then, only then, will I even consider letting this cock anywhere near your worthless hole.”
Her body seizes up, every muscle going taut as a wire. A guttural, broken scream is torn from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender as her cunt clenches and spasms around the invading fingers. Her back arches impossibly high, presenting her marked, heaving tits to you like an offering.
You let her ride it out, let the waves of her forced climax crash over her. Finally, she collapses, boneless and spent, her chest slick with sweat and saliva.
The room is silent except for her ragged panting. You look at the three girls, their faces flushed with a dark, shared power. You smile.
“Now,” you say, your voice cutting through the heavy air. “Who wants to watch me ruin her?”
The room still hums with the aftershocks of Ryujin’s climax, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Her chest heaves, her body slick and trembling against the velvet divan. The three other idols watch you, their eyes wide, waiting for the next command, their reward for breaking her.
You ignore their silent pleas, your focus absolute.
“Yuna. Chaewon,” you say, your voice a low crack of thunder in the quiet room. “Get over here. Now.”
They scramble from the divan, dropping to their knees before you, their faces a mask of desperate hope. You look down at them, then at Ryujin, still bound and blindfolded, so beautifully ruined. A cruel smile touches your lips.
“You two… you want to be useful?” you ask, your tone deceptively soft. They nod frantically. “Good. Get back on the divan. Hold her legs open. I want her completely exposed. I want to see every part of her that’s going to be mine.”
They move with a speed born of terrified obedience, climbing back onto the large bed. Yuna takes one of Ryujin’s toned legs, Chaewon the other, spreading them wide, presenting her glistening, swollen cunt to you like a offering. Ryujin gasps, a fresh tremor running through her.
You turn your head. “Karina.”
She looks up from where she’d been watching, her expression still dazed from her own earlier use.
“Come here.”
She walks to you, her movements fluid, her gaze dropping to your cock, still slick from where you’d touched Ryujin. You don’t give her time to think. You grab the back of her neck and pull her into a deep, claiming kiss. She melts into it instantly, her mouth opening for you, a soft, willing moan vibrating against your lips. Your other hand finds one of her enormous, heavy tits, spilling over the top of her torn dress. You squeeze the soft flesh, feeling the weight of it, the perfect, pliant fullness. Her nipple hardens instantly into a sharp point against your palm.
“These fucking tits,” you growl against her mouth, breaking the kiss to look down at them. “God, they’re perfect. Just massive, soft fucking pillows built for a man to grab onto while he fucks you stupid.” You knead the generous flesh, watching it mold to your grip. “You love that, don’t you? Being my big-titted fuckdoll.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes, her eyes glazed with submission. “They’re yours. Only yours.”
You give her a final, rough squeeze that makes her whimper, then push her gently toward the head of the divan. “Hold her head. Make her look at me.”
Karina moves behind Ryujin, her fingers threading into her hair, tilting her head up. You step forward, your cock nudging against Ryujin’s parted lips. She flinches, turning her head away.
“None of that,” you snarl. Your grip is firm on your cock, and you trace the swollen head over her lips, painting them with her own wetness. “You came for them. Now you’ll come for me. Open up.”
When she doesn’t immediately obey, you slap your cock against her cheek, a stinging, humiliating tap. “I said, open your fucking mouth.”
A ragged sob escapes her, but her jaw goes slack. You don’t hesitate. You push forward, feeding your length into her hot, reluctant mouth. She gags instantly, her body straining against the silken cords.
“Suck it,” you command, your voice dropping to a vicious whisper. You look down at Yuna and Chaewon. “And you two… don’t just hold her. Fuck her. Get your fingers in that tight little cunt. Make her feel it.”
Their eyes widen, but they obey. Yuna’s slender fingers are the first to press inside, followed by Chaewon’s. They begin to move, a steady, scissoring rhythm that stretches Ryujin’s sensitive opening. Her groan around your cock is a muffled, desperate sound.
You start to move your hips, fucking her mouth in short, shallow thrusts. “That’s it, you defiant bitch. Take it. You wanted to be different? You wanted to fight? This is what you get. A mouthful of cock and two of your friends fingering your desperate pussy.”
You push deeper, feeling the head of your cock hit the back of her throat. She chokes, tears leaking from under the blindfold. The vibration is incredible.
“You hear that?” you taunt her. “That wet, sloppy sound? That’s your friends turning you into their little toy. They’re fucking you raw while you choke on me. You’re not a star. You’re a fucking glory hole for us to use.”
You glance at Yuna and Chaewon, their hands working in unison, driving their fingers in and out of Ryujin’s soaking cunt. “Faster,” you snap at them. “Make her feel every inch. I want her to forget her own name.”
They increase their pace, their fingers pistoning into her, the slick, filthy sound filling the room. Ryujin’s body begins to buck and writhe, not in protest, but in building ecstasy. Her moans around your cock become higher, more frantic.
“Look at you,” you grunt, grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her still as you fuck her throat. “You’re loving this. You’re a natural fucking cocksucker. Born to have your face used. And your cunt… god, it’s gripping their fingers like it doesn’t want to let go. You’re going to come, aren’t you? You’re going to come all over their hands while you choke on my dick.”
Her answering moan is one of pure, agonized need. Her hips are fucking themselves on their hands now, a frantic, rhythmic pumping. You feel her throat constrict around you as her climax approaches.
“You perfect, filthy whore,” you praise her, the words a verbal slap. “My perfect little slut. You were born for this. To be used. To be shared. Now fucking come for me.”
The command is the final trigger. Her body seizes, a violent, uncontrollable shudder that wracks her from head to toe. A guttural, choked scream is torn from her as her cunt clenches and spasms violently around the invading fingers. The contractions are so intense you can feel them through her throat, milking your cock with every pulse.
You hold her there, impaled on your length, as she rides the brutal wave, her screams muffled by your flesh. You don’t let up, maintaining the pressure, fucking her through it, making her take every second of the overwhelming sensation.
Finally, she collapses, spent and limp, only held up by Karina’s grip in her hair and your cock in her mouth. Her breathing is ragged, shallow gasps.
You slowly pull out of her mouth, a string of saliva and precum connecting her swollen lips to your tip. She slumps forward, coughing weakly.
You look down at the three other girls, their faces flushed, their own arousal evident. Your voice is a low, dark promise.
"Who wants to taste her on me?"
Silence. Heavy, panting silence, broken only by the slick sounds of Ryujin’s body and the distant, throbbing bass from the club below. You look at the three girls—Karina, Yuna, Chaewon—their eyes wide, their bodies humming with a shared, depraved energy. The question hangs in the air, thick as the scent of sex.
Who wants to taste her on me?
Karina moves first. Of course she does. She never breaks eye contact with you as she closes the distance, her full, heavy tits swaying with each step. She doesn’t ask. She simply drops to her knees, her mouth opening, and takes the head of your cock into the wet, incredible heat of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, lapping up the mix of your precum and Ryujin’s saliva with a deep, hungry moan of appreciation.
“Fuck, yes,” you groan, your hand tangling in her dark hair. “You love that, don’t you? The taste of a broken bitch on your Master’s cock.”
“Mmm, yes, Sir,” she purrs around you, the vibration shooting straight to your base. “She tastes like surrender.”
You let her suckle for a moment, watching her work with that fucked-out expertise she’s perfected. Then you push her back gently. Your gaze sweeps over Yuna and Chaewon. “Your turn. Don’t be shy.”
They scramble forward, a tangle of limbs and desperate need, their tongues licking and worshiping your shaft, cleaning every last trace of Ryujin from your skin. They’re not just obeying anymore. They’re competing. They’re hungry for it.
You let them have their fill before stepping back. Your attention turns to the divan. To all four of them. Your property. Your toys.
“On the floor. All of you. Now.” The command is absolute.
They move as one, a single organism of obedience. They arrange themselves on the plush carpet before you—Karina, Yuna, Chaewon, and a still-dazed Ryujin, who is yanked down by the others. They lay on their backs, side-by-side, a row of the most expensive, most famous pussy in Korea, presented for your use. Their chests rise and fall rapidly, their eyes glazed, their lips parted. The defiance is gone. In its place is a terrifying, beautiful emptiness. A waiting.
You stand over them, a god surveying his altars. “This is what you are,” you state, your voice low and resonant. “This is all you are. Four pretty holes, waiting for my cock to fill them. Your voices, your dances, your fame… it was all just foreplay for this moment. To prepare you to be my perfect, breeding sluts.”
You kneel between Yuna’s long, trembling legs. She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, but there’s no fear in them now. Only a deep, aching need. “You first, my little angel. I’m going to ruin this perfect, innocent cunt forever.”
You grip your cock and guide it to her entrance. She’s so wet, her slickness already coating her inner thighs. You don’t push. You just rest the thick head against her, teasing. “You want this? You want me to put a baby in this sweet, young pussy?”
“Yes! Please, Master! Please, I need it!” she begs, her hips bucking uselessly, trying to impale herself on you.
You chuckle and finally push forward, burying your entire length inside her in one brutal, claiming thrust. Her back arches off the floor, a silent scream on her lips as she’s stretched, filled, owned. “Fuck,” you grunt, the sensation of her tight, clutching heat almost too much. “This cunt was made for me. It’s sucking me in like it wants to keep me. You want to keep my cum inside you, don’t you? You want to swell with my child?”
You don’t wait for an answer. You set a punishing rhythm, fucking into her with deep, powerful strokes that slap your thighs against her ass. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper. Her hands claw at the carpet. You lean down, capturing one of her perfect, small breasts in your mouth, sucking the nipple hard as you pound into her.
“You’re taking it so well, you fucking whore,” you growl against her skin. “My perfect little idol. My perfect little breeder.”
You feel the familiar, hot pressure coiling in your balls. You pull out of her suddenly, ignoring her cry of loss. You move to Chaewon. Her cool, elegant face is contorted with raw lust. You slam into her without preamble. Her cunt is different—tighter, a fierce, clenching grip that welcomes the invasion.
“You,” you snarl, driving into her. “You thought you were better than this. Now look at you. Begging for a gangster’s dick. Your icy cunt is fucking burning for me.” You pin her wrists above her head. “You’re going to take my seed, and you’re going to pray it takes root, you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir! Fuck!” she screams, her composure utterly shattered. “Fill me! I want it! I want your baby!”
You fuck her harder, your vision starting to blur. The need to release, to claim, is overwhelming. You pull out of her dripping cunt and stumble to Karina. She spreads her legs wider, a knowing, slutty smile on her face, her massive tits heaving. “Your turn, my big-titted fuckdoll.”
You plunge into her. Her cunt is a paradise of soft, wet, welcoming heat. It feels like home. You grab two handfuls of her enormous breasts, squeezing them, smushing them together as you piston in and out of her. “These tits,” you grunt, your rhythm becoming frantic, erratic. “They’re going to be so fucking heavy with milk. You’re going to be my personal dairy cow, Karina. Dripping with my cum, swollen with my child, your huge tits always full and aching for me.”
“Oh god, yes!” she wails, her eyes rolling back. “Breed me! Make me yours forever!”
You’re right on the edge. With a final, guttural roar, you pull out of Karina and fall upon Ryujin. Her eyes snap open, the last vestiges of her defiance finally, truly gone, replaced by a bottomless hunger. You thrust into her, and her body convulses, her cunt gripping you like a fist.
“You… you fought the hardest,” you pant, your forehead against hers, your thrusts shallow and desperate. “So you get the deepest claim. You get to be the most ruined. You get to be the most mine.”
You bury yourself to the hilt as your orgasm erupts. A hot, seemingly endless flood of cum pumps into her depths, claiming her, filling her, breeding her. You grind against her, milking every last drop into her willing body. You collapse on top of her, your weight pressing her into the carpet.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of ragged breathing. You slowly pull out, your cum immediately beginning to leak from her well-used cunt. You look at the four of them. Their minds are broken. Their loyalty, finally, completely, is to you.
Karina is the first to move. She crawls to you, not on her knees, but on her hands and knees, like the animal she’s become. She presses her face against your thigh, nuzzling you.
“Master,” she whispers, her voice thick with devotion. “Thank you. Thank you for making us yours.”
You stroke her hair. “You’re welcome, my pet.”
She looks up at you, her eyes clear and serious. “There are… others. At the company. Other idols. Stuck-up little sluts who think they’re better than us.” A wicked smile plays on her lips. “Let me bring them to you. Let me bring you more girls to break. More famous cunts for you to own and breed.”
You look down at your four perfect fucktoys, spent and claimed on the floor. You smile.
gummygunk
vaporwave
yousharknotpass
pixelskylines
prguitarman
dailybridgerton
kianamaiart
