Ji-hye didn't respond, her eyes closed, her body still trembling. But as I brushed a strand of hair from her face, she leaned into my touch, a silent admission that she was exactly where she wanted to be, only to find out that she had already lost consciousness and it was her body subconsciously reacting to my touch.
But I wasn't done. The anger from the wasted time still burned inside me, and the incompetence of this bitch to be done in just one round where I had to do all the things, it was infuriating.
I needed to take the frustration of it out on someone. I wanted to pound someone like crazy. Ji-hye had served her purpose, of being a completely useless bitch that is, but now it was Susan's turn.
I stood up, my movements sharp and deliberate. Without a second thought, I kicked Ji-hye aside, my foot connecting with her thigh as I pushed her off the seat.
She let out a soft unconscious yelp, her body crumpling to the floor beside me laying in the pool of her own cum, but I didn't care about it. My focus was on Susan now.
Susan looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise but also something else—something eager. She knew what was coming, and she was ready for it.
I grabbed her by the arm, pulling her from her seat onto where Ji-hye was till now. She didn't resist, didn't even try to stop me. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her body trembling with anticipation.
Susan had been wearing something deliberately provocative, as if she had anticipated this moment long before it happened.
Her outfit was a mix of elegance and seduction, designed to draw attention and leave little to the imagination. She wore a tight, black lace bodysuit that clung to her curves like a second skin.
The fabric was sheer in all the right places, revealing glimpses of her bare skin underneath. Over it, she had thrown on a loose, silky robe that hung off her shoulders, barely staying in place.
The robe was a deep crimson, the color of desire, and it swayed with every movement she made. Beneath it all, she wore nothing else—no bra, no panties—just the lace bodysuit that left her body on full display.
I didn't waste time admiring her outfit. My hands moved quickly, grabbing the collar of her robe and tearing it apart. The fabric ripped easily, the sound sharp and satisfying as it gave way under my strength.
The robe fell to the floor in tatters, leaving her in just the lace bodysuit. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched me with wide, eager eyes.
"Master…" she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I didn't respond. My hands moved to the bodysuit, gripping the delicate lace at her shoulders. With a sharp tug, I tore it apart, the fabric splitting down the middle.
Her body was fully exposed now, her skin glowing in the dim light of the cinema. She didn't try to cover herself, didn't even flinch. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her body trembling with desire.
"You've been watching long enough," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "Now it's your turn. You'll be punished for this pathetic bitch's incompetence.
What is she? A kid, who got knocked out after just one round, prideful enough to force me to do all the work, what does she think she is?
Now not only will you pay for her mistake but also train her better, I give you one week, you have to train her to the point that she should be able to satisfy me properly, where she'll do all the work. Is that clear?" I ask in a low tone as I pull her leash.
Susan nodded, her lips parting as she whispered, "Yes, master…I'll train that bitch, and I'll also take responsibility for my incompetence in not getting this bitch ready before sending her to you."
I pushed her down onto the seat, her body sprawling across the leather as I positioned myself over her. Her eyes met mine, filled with desire, but there was no hesitation in her gaze. She wanted this, wanted me to use her however I saw fit.
I didn't waste any time. With a rough, deliberate motion, I pushed into her, feeling her body tense for a moment before relaxing, welcoming me in.
Her breath caught in her throat, a soft, keening sound escaping her lips as she adjusted to the sensation. "Oh… oh god…" she whimpered, her hands gripping the edges of the seat.
I moved quickly, my thrusts hard and relentless, the sound of skin against skin filling the air. Susan's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing beneath me as the pleasure built. "Yes… yes…" she gasped, her voice trembling. "Please… more…"
Susan's body arched beneath me, her skin slick with sweat, her breath ragged as I pinned her wrists above her head. Her eyes burned with a mix of fear and hunger, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Use me, master… please…"
I didn't hold back. My hand wrapped around her throat, not enough to kill her, just enough to remind her who was in control.
Her pulse raced under my fingers as I thrust into her harder, deeper, the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoing in the empty theatre. Her moans turned into sharp, broken cries, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.
"Beg for it," I snarled, my voice rough, my hips slamming into hers with no mercy.
"P-please!" she gasped, her nails clawing at my arms. "Please, master—don't stop! I need it… I need you to ruin me!"
Her words sent a surge of dark satisfaction through me. I leaned down, biting her collarbone hard enough to leave a mark, and she screamed, her body shaking. "You're nothing but a toy," I growled against her skin. "My toy. You take what I give you, don't you?"
"Y-yes!" she sobbed, her hips bucking wildly. "I'm yours—only yours!"
I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, her ass exposed and trembling. She buried her face in the seat while half of her body was hovering, muffling her screams as I slammed into her again, harder now, my fingers digging bruises into her thighs. The slap of skin grew louder, faster, her body jerking with every thrust.
"Look at you," I hissed, grabbing her hair and forcing her head back. "Filthy, desperate, fucking yourself on me like a slut. You love this, don't you?"
"I love it!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face. "I love being your slut!"
Her obedience was intoxicating. I shoved her face back into the seat, my pace turning brutal, punishing. Her moans dissolved into mindless, animal noises, her fingers clawing at the leather as her body tightened around me.
"Come," I ordered, my voice cold and final. "Now."
She shattered instantly, her back bowing as a scream tore from her throat. Her body clenched around me, milking me as I followed her over the edge, spilling into her with a growl. She collapsed, trembling violently, her breaths coming in choked sobs.
I pulled away, leaving her a shaking, gasping mess on the seat. She didn't move, didn't speak—just lay there, ruined and perfect, her skin marked, her hair tangled.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Good girl," I said, my thumb wiping a tear from her cheek.
She whimpered, pressing her face into my hand like a starving thing. "Thank you, master…"
Susan lay trembling beneath me, her body glistening with sweat, her skin marked with bites and bruises. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, but I wasn't done.
The fire inside me hadn't cooled—it burned hotter, hungrier. I yanked her up by the hair, forcing her onto her knees on the floor. Her whimper was sharp, but her eyes stayed locked on mine, wide and wet with tears of joy she refused to let fall.
"You think you've earned rest?" I snarled, my voice dripping with contempt. "You're not even close to finishing."
She shook her head weakly, her voice a ragged whisper. "N-no, master… I'll take… anything…"
I shoved her face back into the seat, her ass raised high, her body bent and exposed. She gasped, her fingers scrambling for grip on the leather.
"Beg for it," I demanded, my palm cracking against her ass, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
"Please!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "Please, master—use me! Punish me! I need it!"
I grabbed the nearest toy—a thick, knotted strap-on Susan had placed earlier—and pressed it against her entrance without warning.
She screamed, her body jerking forward, but I held her hips in place, forcing her to take every inch. "You wanted over the top," I hissed. "Now take it."
Her cries were raw, guttural, her nails tearing into the seat as I rammed the toy into her, over and over, stretching her beyond what she thought she could bear.
"You're nothing," I growled, my free hand twisting her hair until she sobbed. "A hole. A toy. My toy."
"Y-yes!" she choked, her voice shattered. "Yours—only yours!"
I threw the toy aside and shoved her onto her back, her legs hooked over my shoulders. She stared up at me, her lips parted in silent pleading, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
I didn't give her time to think. I drove into her again, my thrusts brutal, her body jolting with every slam of my hips. Her screams bounced off the theater walls, her tears mixing with the sweat on her cheeks.
"Look at you," I spat, my hand clamping over her mouth to stifle her cries. "Pathetic. Disgusting. You'd let me kill you from pleasure like this, wouldn't you?"
She nodded frantically, her eyes rolling back as her body convulsed. I released her mouth, and her scream tore free, raw and primal.
"P-please—kill me from the pleasure you give me," she begged, her voice a broken chant. "Ruin me—please—"
I didn't stop. I didn't want to. My hands pinned her wrists, my hips pistoning into her until the seat creaked under the force.
Her body clamped around me, her orgasm ripping through her like a seizure, but I didn't let up. I fucked her through it, her screams turning hoarse, her thrashing weakening until she went limp, her eyes vacant, her breath shallow.
Only then did I let myself finish, spilling into her with a roar, my fingers bruising her thighs. She didn't move, didn't speak—just lay there, broken and breathless, her chest rising in shaky hiccups.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "You're perfect like this," I murmured. "A ruined thing. Mine."
She whimpered, her hand twitching toward mine. "Th-thank you… master…"
Susan and Ji-hye lay broken and trembling on the cinema floor, their bodies glistening with sweat and marked with bruises. I stood over them, my anger still simmering. They hadn't earned rest—they'd earned humiliation and there was more to come.
I grabbed two black latex masks from the bag Susan had brought, masks that only left their mouths exposed.
I forced the masks onto their faces, tightening the straps until they winced. "You don't deserve to hide," I growled. "But you'll wear these so the world knows who owns you."
Ji-hye stirred weakly, her voice muffled. "P-please… no…"
I ignored her, clipping leather leashes to the collars around their necks. "Up. Now." I said as I moved ahead pulling the leash behind me.
They scrambled to their feet, their naked bodies trembling, their skin flushed pink from the earlier abuse.
Susan kept her head down obeying my commands, but Ji-hye swayed unsteadily, her legs shaking. I yanked the leashes hard, forcing them to stumble forward. "Walk," I ordered.
The theater doors creaked open, and the cold air of the parking lot hit their bare skin. Susan gasped, her nipples hardening in the chill.
Ji-hye whimpered, trying to cover herself with her hands, but I slapped them away. "Hands at your sides," I snapped.
"You'll take what you're given or else I'll leave you here, totally naked to return home in this state, where the whole block will watch you in your naked glory."
Ji-hye, unable to disobey, put her hands around her sides. People turned immediately. A group of teenagers froze, their phones already out.
An older couple gasped, the woman covering her mouth. Camera flashes lit up the parking lot as strangers snapped photos, their whispers rising like a swarm.
"Oh my God, are they…?"
"Look at their masks—what the hell?"
"This is insane—someone call the cops!"
But no one moved to help. They just stared, laughed, and recorded.
Susan's breath quickened, her chest heaving as she stumbled beside me. "M-master… please…" she whispered, her voice trembling. But her hips swayed slightly, her body betraying her shame with a quiet thrill.
Ji-hye was worse. Her legs shook with every step, her thighs glistening with evidence of what had happened in the theater. "S-stop…" she begged, her voice cracking, but her skin flushed hotter as the crowd's eyes raked over her.
I tightened the leash around her neck, making her gag. "You love this," I hissed. "You're a slut for attention. Look at them—they all see what you are.
They are seeing your naked bodies filled with my cum. Their phones are storing photos of your naked bodies, don't you feel excited."
Ji-hye sobbed, but her back arched slightly, her hips tilting as if inviting the stares. Susan moaned softly beside her, her hips twitching with every flash of a camera, as she openly accepted what she was told to do.
A man stepped forward, his phone aimed at Ji-hye's face. "Smile for the camera, sweetheart!" he jeered.
Ji-hye froze, her body trembling violently. "N-no… don't…" she whispered, but her voice was drowned out by the click of the camera. Her hips jerked forward, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
Susan, meanwhile, let out a shaky moan. "M-master… they're all watching… I'm getting excited at the fanservice they get from my naked body."
"Good," I said, shoving her against the van's door. "Let them see how much you love it."
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