The Girl and the Plunderer (6)Danjang disappeared from my sight.
I thought he'd rush right to my Augmented Breasts, so where did he go?
Bound inside the Cow Doll, I couldn't check where he went. The Milking Achievement Rate had only 5% left to fill.
Once I fill this, I can go rescue Reni. This bastard said he'd turn me into a Milk Cow, so where the hell did he go?
To complete the Quest, I shook my Augmented Breasts and ass to seduce the bastards, but they just grinned with sleazy smiles.
Damn it, just a little more, just a little more milking and I can reach 100%...!
Resentment and rage toward the bastards who wouldn't milk me surged up. The thudding 'thump thump' of Danjang's footsteps approached. Behind him, holding a red-hot branding iron, came a woman in a maid outfit. She appeared to be around my age and was trembling pale with terror.
Gang Members and their Hunting Dogs were gathered around us in a circle, watching. The bastards whistled and hurled filthy words at her.
"You're finally being recognized as true prey for us. Consider it an honor."
"Heh heh heh, if you keep it plugged while pounding, it gets amazingly chewy."
"If no milk comes out, I'll turn you into steak. Don't worry, I'll take responsibility until you die. Ki ki kik."
Is he going to brand her body with the heated iron? If he does that, she might die from shock.
Danjang whispered something unintelligible into the hole of the Cow Doll. His rotten breath made me grimace.
"Watch closely. I'll show you what's about to happen to you."
The bastard turned back to her and spoke in an overbearing manner.
"Bend over the table."
"Please, please forgive me just this once."
Danjang made a pitiful expression, grabbed her hand, and bit down on her index finger.
Crunch.
"Hik, hiik!"
Crunch, crackle, crunch, cruuunch, crackle, crunch, gulp.
Danjang devoured her index finger in an instant. Blood spurted 'drip drip' from her severed finger.
Danjang spoke to her again.
"Bend over the table."
"Hiiiik, o-okay, I'll bend over! I'll bend over!"
She hurriedly bent over the table. And without him even saying it, she naturally hiked up her skirt and pulled her white Panties down to her knees. Her clothes were stained red with the blood gushing from her hand. Even with her finger severed, she seemed numb to the pain from sheer terror of the bastard.
Her spotless, snow-white ass was exposed to everyone. She wore a dejected expression.
The bastard sucked on her ass once, then slapped it with a loud 'smack'. Her plump, jiggly ass was like glutinous rice cake.
Bent over the table, she sobbed.
"Huwk, please show mercy."
Danjang spoke with an expression like he couldn't understand.
"Is there greater mercy than becoming a Milk Cow and living longer than the other slaves?"
"Euk! Uk!"
Realizing words wouldn't get through to the bastard, she squeezed her eyes shut. To Oist, humans were less than livestock.
Two Oist members pinned her body firmly to the table so she couldn't move.
Danjang flicked her ass with his finger, then lifted the heated branding iron with a satisfied expression.
Inside the Cow Doll, I watched her silently, holding my breath. Rage and fear boiled at the bastard's cruelty. And maybe because of the Drug, Love Juice trickled out.
She seemed to have given up on life, screaming at Danjang in a venomous voice.
"If you're gonna do it, hurry up! You fucking dog bastard!!"
"Insolent bitch."
The bastard pressed the heated branding iron into her ass so hard the shape distorted.
Siiiizzle-.
"KyaAAAAAAA!!"
The smell of burning flesh filled the air. The bastard didn't just press the iron—he twisted it side to side, mangling her ass. It seemed his malice stemmed from her final pointless defiance.
Psssh, pssshhhh-.
Urine gushed endlessly from her lower body. The horrific pain had emptied her bladder.
"KiyaaaaK!! Kyaak!! KiyAAAAAAAk! Stop!!! I was wrong!! Master, I was wrong!!!"
Unlike moments ago when she'd cursed him, now she groveled for forgiveness.
The bastards snickered at her wriggling like a bug, finding it amusing.
"Danjang! You gonna let that insolent Milk Cow bitch off that easy?"
"Kill her. We don't need cheeky slaves."
Siiiiizzle-.
Even after Danjang lifted the branding iron from her ass, the flesh kept sizzling 'chiik' as it burned.
"Huiik, hik, hik, hik, hik, hup, hup."
Pinned down, she continued sobbing. Even to forget the pain, she wouldn't stop crying for days.
Danjang bent down to inspect her ass. The once smooth flesh was crushed and charred where the iron had pressed. Some letters seemed branded, but since he'd twisted it side to side, it was hard to make out.
"It's your fault it got messed up because you wouldn't stay still."
"Huwk, huuuwk, huwk, huwk, huwk, hk!!"
Fierce rage seeped from her sobs. But there was nothing she could do.
The bastard smiled kindly, as if helpless, and said.
"Let's do your breasts properly this time. If you don't want it on your face, stay still."
"Hik! Hiiiik!!"
At Danjang's words, the Gang Members roared with laughter, mocking her. The Gang Members lifted her up. They restrained her firmly, thrusting her chest toward Danjang.
She thrashed her head wildly but couldn't move an inch. With her ruined face, she wailed.
"Kuiiiik! Nooo! Master! Forgive me! I won't defy you again! Please forgive me!!"
Danjang sighed deeply, speaking with exasperation.
"You need the 'Milk Cow Slave' brand to live longer than a flesh slave. This is mercy for your sake, isn't it?"
"Ah..."
"Got it, Milk Cow?"
She realized there was no escaping this. With a blank expression, she stared at the branding iron nearing her breast. She seemed to have given up her body.
The bastard pressed the hot iron onto her left breast. The Nipple beneath the iron probably wouldn't survive unscathed.
Siiiizzle-.
"KiyaaaaK!! KiyaaaaK! KiyAAAAAAAAAAK!!!"
As the heated iron touched, she screamed anew as if regaining consciousness. Her hoarse, metallic death cry was chilling.
She struggled to escape him, but the more she did, the more her beautiful breast burned to ruin.
Danjang grinned sadistically as her breast sizzled. Then he moved the iron toward her heart.
"Keuk! Kk! Keuuk! Kk!"
Was her heart cooking? She made a different sound than before. She convulsed a few times, then dropped her head, motionless.
"Arrogant slaves must be killed to avoid future trouble."
The bastard alternated showing her branded breasts and ass to the Cow Doll and said.
"Where do you want yours?"
My mouth wouldn't open. She seemed dead.
"Ah, branding the breast might taint the milk flavor. Yours will be on the ass."
"Uh, uuuk."
"You saw what happens if you don't stay still, right? Behave and endure it properly."
Their mindset, viewing humans as less than livestock, sent chills down my spine. To them, I'm just livestock too. I have to clear the Quest and escape before getting branded with that filthy phrase.
"M-M-Master! I'm so tense, can I get milked a bit more first? If I relax, I can endure it better!"
The bastard approached the Cow Doll with a kind expression. Then suddenly his face turned icy, speaking in a blade-like chilling voice.
"You're scheming again."
His cold voice made my heart freeze. His instincts were sharp; he still hadn't dropped his suspicions about me. To dispel them, I spat out vulgar words.
"Mmm, mmmaster, I want to feel your touch. The Drug you gave me is making my Nipples burn. Please knead my Augmented Breasts until they're ruined. Mmm, huiing, huung..."
It wasn't a lie. The Drug's effects made my whole body burn. Voicing it made my body ache unbearably. Meanwhile, milk had built up, swelling my breasts to bursting. Breast Milk dripped from my Nipples. The Hunting Dogs licked up the milk that fell to the floor.
Danjang spoke, watching me shake my Augmented Breasts helplessly.
"Kuku, seeing your state, it doesn't seem like a lie. But slaves who order their master around get too arrogant."
In that instant, my veins turned ice cold. He'd just brutally killed her for being arrogant. If he felt like it, he'd kill me without hesitation.
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