Chapter 69 – Mia Kneeling for Dirty Talk
“Yes, you are a bitch in heat.”
“…”
Mia knelt down, her reddened face bowed down, and Nayoung laughed so hard that her shoulders shook.
“Follow me, I am a toilet that serves anyone.”
“I, ugh…”
Mia opened her mouth for a moment and bit her lip. Then he lowered his head, shook his shoulders, and sobbed. It was mental bullying that was harder to bear than being physically bullied.
Nayoung grabbed Mia’s hair again and forced her face up.
“Are you crying? Where is this bitch showing her tears on the subject of slavery!”
Nayoung hit Mia’s cheek several times with the palm of her hand. Match! Damn!
“Ouch! Aww!”
Nayoung let go of her hand holding her hair and gave her a final slap.
“Aagh!”
Mia screamed and fell to the side.
“Wake up. Get up and get down on your knees slave. Can’t you cry because? Crying makes me feel dirty.”
“Ugh, ugh…”
Mia lifted herself up with trembling arms and knelt in front of Nayoung again. His nose was sniffling and his lips were cracked and bleeding.
“Tell me, I’m a latrine that feeds on anyone.”
Mia lowered her head and spoke in a weeping voice.
“I, I am a meat and toilet bowl that serves anyone…”
Nayoung lifted her neck stiffly and said.
“Yes, an incorrigible bitch who gets erections at any time and spills cunt juice. Do you know yourself very well?”
Mia’s heart sank and she couldn’t say anything. While in the basement, I was given a strange drug like aphrodisiac, but I actively bit and sucked on men’s things and frantically hoped and enjoyed being pierced by them. I thought I finally came back to my senses later, but a few days ago, I had released my sexual desire and spilled my love juice in front of people I didn’t know.
And today… Being raped by the same woman, he reached a climax several times and poured out his love juice. Even though I couldn’t resist because my body was tied up and I continued to hold on and inevitably collapsed into orgasm, it was not wrong to feel pleasure there. At first I couldn’t admit that I felt pleasure. I still didn’t want to admit it.
‘Am I really an incorrigible bitch… ?’
As Mia hung her head and suffered mentally, Nayoung took something out of her bag. Are you trying to bully them with SM tools again? I raised my head and confirmed it. An unknown object came into Mia’s eyes. I knew what it was, but I couldn’t understand why it was brought out here.
It was an oil-based marker pen. Mia’s eyes flashed with wonder. But it wasn’t long before I could see why he had taken it out.
Nayoung grabbed Mia’s hair and straightened her body. Then he picked up a magic pen and put it on one side of Mia’s chest and wrote these words.
Meat toilet.
“This word suits you perfectly. A filthy toilet that accepts anyone, no matter how cheap it is.”
On Mia’s beautiful breasts, two letters, ‘Yuktoilet’, were engraved. Because it was a marker pen, it didn’t erase right away, but it was a letter that would be erased anyway if you washed it. However, Mia, who had no idea how to scribble on her body, stared blankly at it. For some reason, his situation seemed to fit those three letters.
“Ah…”
Mia’s chin dropped helplessly. Nayoung laughed slyly and wrote one of her words on the chest opposite hers as if drawing.
Bitch.
“Isn’t this a good fit too? You said it yourself Horny bitch.”
Two vulgar and contemptuous letters were engraved on both sides of Mia’s chest like a brand. Two words that didn’t match at all with a gentle, pretty, and neat-looking woman, but I thought they fit strangely.
Nayoung continued to write shameful words on Mia’s body. ‘A slut, a whore, a slut…’
Nayoung’s obscenities and shameful plays continued to subdue Mia’s spirit. As she followed her words of dropping herself to the bottom and carved into her body, her Mia could feel the different emotions wriggling in her own body. What is it? Shame? Fear? Humiliation? She certainly had those feelings, but as she continued to think that she was a bitch, she felt an unknown emotion welling up in her body. This feeling that ran through her body was awkward yet familiar. She was similar to, but different from, the first time she was surrounded by men and raped. What is this?
“Follow me, I am a slave.”
Her lips trembled, but Mia spoke more clearly than before.
“I-I am a slave.”
“Who are you?”
“I am a slave.”
An unknown emotion flowed through her body more intensely. And, strangely, every time she spoke, the reluctance gradually disappeared.
“Yes, you are a slave. Called a slave You seem to be starting to feel better now.”
“Yes, yes, I am a slave…”
Even though she was dropping herself into her abyss, she rather let her irresistible pleasure sweep through her body.
“Slaves should be given something worthy of being a slave. Then, slave, let me lick my feet. A very undeserved reward for a slave, isn’t it?”
As she said that to Nayoung, she crossed one of her legs and put her foot to her Mia’s mouth. Nayoung was fully dressed, but her stockings were still off. She winces as Mia panics.
“Yeah? Yes… ?”
“Once I say something, listen! Is there such a frustrating slave?”
Nayoung said slightly nervously as she grabbed Mia by her hair and lifted her face up. It felt like her scalp was about to be ripped off.
“Ah!”
“Two!”
Nayoung spat in her Mia’s face. A drop of thick saliva trickled down Mia’s white face.
“Ah. Ahhh…”
Mia panicked, and while she couldn’t help herself, Nayoung forced her foot into her mouth.
“Oops, whoops!”
Mia frowned and groaned.
“Lick it as it is. Don’t make me say it twice.”
Mia stuck out her tongue and licked Nayoung’s feet. At first, she felt repulsive, but the more she licked her feet, the more the shame and humiliation faded, and a strange sensation took their place. Mia held up Nayoung’s feet with both her hands as if she were serving a sacred pot, and flicked her tongue. When she fell into her depravity in the basement, she licked her tongue as hotly as she did aggressively licking men’s penises.
Watching Mia frantically sucking her dirty, disgusting feet, Nayoung smiled as if she had accomplished something. Mia’s appearance now was intoxicated with her masochistic pleasures. Mia didn’t fully realize her mysterious feelings, but she didn’t even want to let go. She just licked and licked Nayoung’s feet in front of her.
Nayoung said as she pet Mia’s head like a puppy.
“Yeah, you’re doing great. Bitch, meat urinal. That’s your instinct.”
Mia was still frantically moving her lips and tongue.
*****
“Okay? A masochistic pleasure?”
Hyung-cheol and Na-yeong were sitting at a table in the luxuriously decorated living room. The next day she met with Hyung-cheol and talked over a glass of wine.
“Yes. A quality that makes her feel pleasure the more she plunges herself into her abyss. She herself doesn’t seem to be aware of it yet, but she certainly was.”
Hyungchul said while touching his chin. There was a slight smile on her lips.
“As expected, did you have a masochist temper? Last time, I also showed a tendency towards exhibitionism. Contrary to her appearance, she keeps her perverted qualities well hidden?”
“Yes. If developed well, she will be the best toy.”
“Yes, you did well. Let’s start developing it in earnest soon.”
The two clinked their wine glasses.
Hyungchul smiled. He had one thing he wanted to try against the slaves from before. It was a bit risky, but it was something I thought I would do someday. I had been putting it off until now because I couldn’t find a suitable partner, but now I met the perfect partner. A woman named Yu Mi-ah, who is more beautiful than anyone else and has unique qualities. It was the perfect timing to carry out the plan she had only drawn in her head.
*****
Mia was still confined to her bed in her own room today. It was Hyeong-cheol’s policy that after she was severely bullied, she would usually be given a day off. Occasionally, she had a doctor come and take care of her body. She even gave me what was called a contraceptive injection. She said once she got hit she wouldn’t have to worry about her pregnancy for about 3 months. She wondered if it would be okay to be hit with something like this, but she couldn’t be beaten.
And I was told that she had no major health problems. She was also worried about her physical health, but the bigger concern was her mind.
I remembered that she was getting more and more unrestrained, even as she acted like she was going down the abyss and she said things that hurt herself. She was unaware when she was alone with Nayoung, but upon reflection alone in her room, she was sure again that her body was out of control and her mind was behaving strangely. It was their intention to develop themselves into sexual toys. I remembered what Nayoung said.
– Yeah, you’re doing great. Bitch, meat urinal. That’s your instinct
‘It’s called instinct…’
I’ll bet you. Your body will follow its instincts.
Nayoung recalled her words that she had said in the past by her bucktooth. What he said set an alarm in her head whenever her lost child was about to fall. Ironically, his words that had troubled her lost child were correcting her spirit.
‘This is not my instinct. I believe in myself.’
