The drug worked quickly, the heat in her core spreading through her body like wildfire. Every touch of the vendor's hand, every brush of his skin against hers, sent a fresh wave of wetness pooling between her legs. Her mind rebelled, but her body responded, betraying her with a hunger she didn't understand. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sight of their leering faces, focusing instead on the sound of her own ragged breathing.
And then, the cold steel of the scissors against her skin, the sound of fabric tearing. The crop top was gone, leaving her breasts exposed to the dank air of the room. They were large, heavy with arousal, her nipples tight and sensitive. The old vendor's eyes were glued to them, his breath hitching in his throat as he reached out to touch. Soo Young's humiliation was complete, her modesty shredded along with her clothing.
His gnarled hand closed around her breast, his thumb flicking over the peak. The sensation sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body, the line between the two blurred by the drug. She tried to scream, but only a strangled noise came out, the fabric in her mouth muffling the sound. Woo-Jin chuckled, the sadistic glee in his voice making her skin crawl. The old man's touch grew rougher, his calloused thumb rubbing her nipple until it was raw and sensitive.
Her body arched against her will, a whimper escaping her lips. The room spun, the only anchor being the pain and humiliation she felt. The vendor leaned closer, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to love it when I fill you up with my seed, Miss Kim." The words were a knife to her soul, cutting through the haze of the drug to hit her with the cold, hard reality of her situation.
But her traitorous body didn't care about the words. The only thing it understood was the sensation of his rough, greedy hands on her sensitive skin, the way her breasts swelled under his touch. The fabric of the dress was shoved aside, revealing her hardened nipples to the cool air. The sensation was electric, making her back arch and her hips buck. The men's eyes widened, their grins growing more triumphant as she responded to their depravity.
The old vendor's mouth found one of her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Soo Young bit back a moan, the sensation overwhelming. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but the drug had her in its thrall. Her body was no longer her own, a puppet to the twisted desires of these monsters. His other hand found her thigh, the fabric of her skirt hiked up to her waist. His fingers danced over her wetness, teasing her, taunting her.
Woo-Jin's grip on her wrists tightened, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He watched the old vendor's ministrations with a hungry gaze, his own desire clear in his eyes. Soo Young's mind swirled with fear and confusion as the old vendor's mouth moved lower, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of her neck. She could feel the fabric of her panties being pushed aside, exposing her to their hungry eyes.
"Looks like she's a virgin," Woo-Jin murmured, his voice thick with excitement. "Pink and untouched."
The old vendor's eyes snapped up to meet hers, his grin turning feral at the revelation. "Is that true, Miss Kim?" he rasped, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "Are you a virgin?"
Soo Young's heart hammered in her chest, the question a fresh wound in her soul. She tried to shake her head, but the effort was futile. Her body was their plaything now, responding to their every whim. The old man's thumb found her clit, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to rub in slow, torturous circles. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips, the pressure building in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
And then, Woo-Jin's hand was there too, his touch rougher, more demanding. He shoved her legs apart, the fabric of her panties tearing away. The cold air of the room hit her exposed flesh, making her shiver despite the heat of the drug coursing through her. His hands were everywhere, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered obscenities into her ear. She could feel him, hard and eager against her thigh, his excitement a stark contrast to the horror she felt.
The old vendor's thumb moved faster, his mouth never leaving her neck as he feasted on her fear. Woo-Jin's hand joined in, his rough fingers sliding through her wetness, filling her with a sense of disgust and unwanted pleasure. Soo Young's body was no longer her own, a battleground of sensations she didn't know how to control.
Her breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in rhythm with their touch despite her mind's screaming protests. The drug was like a siren's song, luring her into a dark pit of desire she didn't recognize. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within her, and she hated herself for it, for the way her body seemed to welcome their violation.
The old vendor's thumb circled her clit with a practiced ease, his mouth moving to her ear. "That's it, Miss Kim," he murmured, his voice a twisted whisper. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"
Soo Young's body betrayed her, the pleasure building like a crescendo inside her. She couldn't stop the moan that slipped past her lips, the sound of it echoing in the dank room. The fabric in her mouth had been removed, and she could feel the wetness of her own desire on her chin. Her hips moved in sync with their hands, her body begging for more despite her mind's frantic objections.
The old vendor's thumb flicked over her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her body. She felt the first spasms of an orgasm approaching, her muscles tightening around his fingers. The drug had her in its grip, turning her into a creature of pure instinct. Her eyes squeezed shut, she tried to block out the sight of the two men hovering over her, but their twisted faces were burned into her memory.
Her breath grew shallower, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap. The old vendor's teeth grazed her neck, his breath hot and moist. Woo-Jin's voice was a dark rumble in her ear, his breathing ragged with his own lust. "Come for us, Miss Kim," he growled. "Show us how much you want it."
And then she did. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing in pleasure she hadn't asked for, didn't want. A sexy moan tore from her throat, a sound that didn't belong to her but was forced out by the drug and their relentless touch. Her eyes snapped open, and she found the old vendor's gaze locked onto hers, his grin a twisted mirror of triumph. She hated the way her body arched into their touch, hated the wetness that slicked their fingers, hated the way her hips bucked against their palms.
The pleasure was intense, a white-hot agony that filled every part of her. It was as if her body had been hijacked, and she could only watch in horror as it responded to their touch, as if it enjoyed the violation. The old vendor's teeth sank into her neck, and she felt the warm trickle of blood slide down her skin. The pain barely registered amidst the overwhelming sensations, but it was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.
The vendor pulled back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Beautiful," he murmured, his gaze dropping to the apex of her thighs. He bent down, his face moving closer to her exposed pussy, his breath hot and sour. Soo Young's stomach churned with revulsion, her body's unwanted response only adding to the horror of the moment. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will herself to disappear, to become nothing more than a ghost in this room of darkness.
But the old man was insistent, his grip on her thighs tightening as he began to inspect her with the same scrutiny one might reserve for a piece of meat at the market. "So pink and plump," he said, his voice filled with awe. "And so...tight." His words were a knife, each one cutting deeper into her soul. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, the salt stinging the bruises that marred her skin.
Woo-Jin's hands moved away, and she felt the old vendor's hot breath against her sensitive flesh. She could almost feel the leer in his gaze as he studied her, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation. "So sweet," he murmured, his voice a sickening blend of hunger and admiration. "Like a ripe peach."
The sensation of his tongue was alien, a wet heat that made her squirm. His teeth grazed her inner thighs, his mouth moving closer to her core. The taste of fear was strong on her skin, mingling with the scent of the damp room and the coppery tang of blood. She tried to close her legs, but the ropes held her in place, her body open and exposed to his depravity.
Woo-Jin didn't waste any time, his mouth descending to her breasts, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. She felt his hot breath on her nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks. The pleasure was intense, a stark contrast to the horror of the situation. Soo Young's mind screamed for it to stop, but her body was lost to the haze of the drug, responding to the men's every touch with shameless need.
The old vendor's tongue slid through her folds, tasting her fear and her unwilling arousal. Her body trembled as he explored her, his tongue delving deeper with each pass. The sensations were overwhelming, her thoughts a jumbled mess of disgust and unwanted pleasure. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm, the tension building like a storm in her belly. She tried to fight it, to deny them the satisfaction of making her come again, but it was a futile effort.
Her legs were shaking, the ropes biting into her skin as she struggled against them. Woo-Jin's teeth grazed her nipples, sending waves of sensation crashing through her. She couldn't hold back the moan that built in her throat, the sound echoing in the room like a declaration of defeat. The old vendor's tongue grew more insistent, his hands holding her open as he feasted on her.
He licked and prodded, his tongue a slick invader in the most intimate part of her. She could feel him savoring every inch of her, his eyes never leaving hers as he tasted her fear and arousal. He found her clit again, his tongue swirling around it in a way that made her body quiver. The pleasure was intense, a betrayal that cut deeper than any knife. Soo Young's eyes squeezed shut, but the images remained burned into her mind.
The old vendor's mouth was a maelstrom of sensation, his tongue a masterful tool that seemed to know her body better than she did. He licked and sucked, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as if he was savoring a delicacy. Her hips jerked, trying to escape, but the ropes held her in place, forcing her to endure his vile attentions. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, the pressure building until she felt like she might shatter.
Woo-Jin's teeth tugged at her nipples, his mouth moving to the other side of her chest to give the neglected one the same torment. She could feel the heat of his arousal against her thigh, the fabric of his pants rough against her skin. His hands were everywhere, kneading her flesh, leaving bruises in their wake. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, his voice a low growl of pleasure that sent shivers down her spine.
The old vendor's mouth was a relentless force, his tongue working her clit in a rhythm that had her hips bucking involuntarily. She could feel her second orgasm approaching, the sensation like a living creature writhing inside her. Her body was no longer her own, a puppet dancing to their depraved whims. She bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape.
But it was no use. The men's grunts of excitement only grew louder, their touches more demanding. The old vendor's teeth grazed her clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through her body. Soo Young's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking with the sadistic gleam in his eyes. He knew what he was doing to her, knew that every moan was a dagger in her soul.
Woo-Jin's teeth moved to her other breast, his mouth a vise that seemed to suck the very life out of her. The dual assault of pleasure and pain was unbearable, her body caught in a whirlwind of sensation. The old vendor's tongue was relentless, pushing her closer to the precipice of another unwanted climax. Her breath grew ragged, her hips moving in a silent plea for more, even as her mind screamed for it to stop.
The pressure built, the storm inside her swelling until she could feel it in her very bones. It was as if her body was a bomb ticking down to detonation, and she had no control over when it would go off. The old vendor's eyes never left hers, his expression one of smug triumph as he watched her succumb to the dark waves of pleasure. Soo Young felt the coil tighten, the pressure becoming too much to bear.
And then it happened. The orgasm burst from her like a dam breaking, her body convulsing as she was swept away in a torrent of sensation. Her cries were muffled by the fabric in her mouth, but the two men knew she was coming for them. Her muscles clenched around their fingers, her back arching off the bed. The room swirled around her, a chaotic mess of shadow and light, pain and pleasure.
The old vendor pulled back, his mouth wet with her juices. He looked at her with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He reached up and untied the gag, letting the fabric fall away from her mouth. "You can scream for me now, Miss Kim."
Her eyes narrowed, the anger in them unmistakable even through the drug-induced haze. But she knew better than to fight them now, her body a traitor that had responded to their every touch. He began to untie the ropes that bound her wrists, his movements slow and deliberate. She could feel the anticipation in the air, thick and suffocating.
Once free, she was hauled upright, her legs trembling beneath her. The old vendor's hands slid around her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. He pulled her closer, his breath hot on her face. "You're going to be mine," he whispered, his voice a promise of pain and pleasure. And despite herself, she felt a flicker of arousal at his words, her body betraying her once more.
Woo-Jin's grip on her shoulders tightened, his other hand sliding down to cup her chin. He forced her to look at him, his eyes dark with lust. "You're going to love this," he promised, his voice a sinister purr. Her heart raced, her mind reeling with fear and confusion.
With a brutal shove, the old vendor pushed Woo-Jin aside, his own lust-filled gaze taking over. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching down to unbuckle his pants. The sound of the leather snapping open echoed in the small room, and she watched in horror as he revealed his monstrous erection. It was huge, the size of it making her stomach turn. The room was spinning around her, and she couldn't believe this was happening.
"First, my turn," the old vendor growled, his voice a grating rasp that sent chills down her spine. The sight of his swollen cock made her want to gag, but she forced herself to swallow the bile rising in her throat. He stepped closer, the tip of his shaft brushing against her stomach, leaving a trail of sticky precum. Soo Young felt a fresh wave of fear wash over her, the reality of what was about to happen hitting her like a sledgehammer.
The room was spinning, the only anchors the two men's leering faces. Woo-Jin stepped back, his gaze never leaving hers, his expression one of sick anticipation. The old vendor's hand slid down to her thigh, his grip painful as he forced her legs apart. She could feel the cold metal of the handcuffs bite into her skin as she tried to resist, but it was no use.