A bead of sweat ran down Min Jung's neck and into the deep valley of her cleavage; the two soft mounds heaved up and down in unison with her heavy breathing, straining against the tight cup of her slightly-too-small bra. She swallowed, her throat bulging with saliva as Ghost laughed. She didn't need her glasses or any apps to tell her that there was zero probability of escaping the room, not unless she wanted to be beaten half to death. Even being beaten half to death wouldn't help her chances of escaping. She was in no man's land with no prince coming to rescue her. Min Jung grit her teeth. Her body was still aching from the fresh beatings, the sharp pains replaced by a muted, throbbing soreness. Her eyes caught the scalpel falling to the floor and she shuddered, imagining what they might have done to her body with it. The next moment, Ghost had gripped her by the head firmly, the bulge of his pants almost kissing her. Her neck strained under his grip; god, he was so strong. Min Jung's petite body was completely within his control, powerless to even budge under his grasp.<br/><br/>She could only gasp as he freed the monster in his pants, planting it on top of her face as though it were some kind of resting pad for his fat cock. 11 inches of thick, black meat landed with a slap on Min Jung's innocent face, the color in stark contrast with her milky white skin. The youthful naivety of her visage was marred and tainted by Ghost's vulgar cock, a slab of throbbing manhood rubbing against her baby, silken skin. Like the prelude to a sinister plot, Ghost's cock rubbed along Min Jung's face, filling her nose with the scent of his powerful, manly musk. The scent traveled up her nose and straight into her brain, as though he had sprayed his musk directly into her senses - it was stifling and enough to make her head spin, even more than the alcohol she had drank. The heat of his cock felt hot to the touch despite Min Jung's own flushed cheeks, like a hot beam of steel that would soon be driven deep into the furnace of her body. The sensation of his cock resting on her face, the smell, the weight, the feeling of his mushroom tipped cock head pulsing and leaking pre-cum on her nose - just that alone was enough to coax the first juices from between her thighs.<br/><br/>"How are you feeling, cutie?"<br/><br/>Min Jung clenched her fist until her nails dug into her palm. She forced her lips up into a half-smile and looked up at Ghost, her vision partially obscured by his cock. "I won't run," she began, "So pleas-"<br/><br/>She gasped as her head was yanked backward, Ghost lining up the tip of his cock with her lips like a spear waiting to strike. His throbbing black mushroom tip pulsed at the mere anticipation of claiming Min Jung's mouth, thick pre-cum oozing out as it prepared to slide between her sweet Korean lips. Min Jung found herself compliant to Ghost's orders; partially because he had a deathgrip on her hair, but mostly because if she was good to them, they wouldn't have any reason to treat her roughly. She put on her best smiling face, her nails digging harder into her hands, and opened her mouth slightly with an ahh~<br/><br/>The first thing she noticed was the smell. Ghost's musk was multiple time stronger as he entered her mouth, his cock's aroma almost suffocating her. Min Jung closed her eyes and tried not to breathe it in, but the sheer shock of his meat forcing her mouth open caused her to take a sharp breath of air. She shuddered and relaxed her fists for just a moment as the intoxicating smell clouded her mind. She had initially pursed her lips, opening her mouth like she was about to take a spoonful of medicine, but Ghost's cock had pushed past her tiny opening and spread it wide to accommodate its girth. Min Jung's mouth was stretched to the max, as though she was trying to swallow an apple full. Ghost's powerful muscles pulled her down the length of his dick as he thrust forward, and she had no choice but to take inch after inch of black cock without so much as a chance to rest. Her small hands found their way to his hips, pushing back on them in a vain attempt to slow him down - it seemed to only hasten his movements, and before long, the tip of his cock was scraping at the back of her throat.<br/><br/>Her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered as Ghost's cock filled her entire mouth and blocked off her throat, completely choking her with its girth. Just when she could take no more, he withdrew, as though he had done this a million times before. His timing was perfect - Min Jung took a sharp gasp of sweet, merciful air, but before she could take another; right when she was beginning to relax, Ghost yanked her head back onto his dick and once again slammed home, his big black cock finding comfort in Min Jung's tight young throat. Her tongue was salivating and mixing with Ghost's salty pre-cum. Min Jung's jaw was aching from being continuously held open, locked in the same position as eleven inches of thick black meat pummeled her virgin mouth. As if he was even controlling the amount of oxygen she was getting, Ghost repeated his pattern, letting Min Jung get just enough air to survive but not enough to feel comfortable. Each breath she took was just a little short of satisfaction, more frustrating than if she was completely deprived of air - she groaned in frustration onto Ghost's cock, already shining and slick with her spit. The lack of air was beginning to make her lightheaded, and the powerful musk and taste of his cum was getting her drunk. Min Jung was having trouble staying on her knees, and her head if not firmly held in place, would have rolled and bounced wildly from the throatfucking; she was no longer able to even control her body.<br/><br/>"So, how are you feeling?" Ghost finally asked, after a brutal ten minute throat-fucking session.<br/><br/>Min Jung glanced up at him, a dull glaze forming over her eyes. She panted heavily, savoring each breath of air like it was her last. Her nipples, long since exposed for all to see, were rock hard in the warm room. She let her hands wander to Ghost's hips, craning her neck up and extending her tongue while closing her eyes. She couldn't think anymore; her face had been fucked non-stop for the last ten minutes, enough to slam any thoughts out of her mind and into oblivion. She just wanted it to end. Min Jung offered up her mouth once more, opening wide so that Ghost would hurry up and finish. Her lips which had only ever kissed her mom and dad, were now being wiped clean with a big black cock, her lipstick replaced with pre-cum and Ghost smeared his mushroom tip over her silken lips. She uttered not a single sound of complaint as Ghost used her throat for another ten minutes, the room filled only with the sickening sounds of glugg, glugg, glurggh as he fucked her battered young throat.<br/><br/>At long last he began to cum, and Min Jung thankfully drank anything he had to offer. She swallowed all six, thick ropes of cum and even managed to suck out a final spurt from Ghost, her tight little Korean mouth and her tongue coaxing out just a few more strings of watery seed. She looked down at his dick, completely coated in her spit and cum, still rock hard after emptying its load - and opened her eyes wide.<br/><br/>Min Jung moaned as Ghost's cock split open her tight, virgin pussy, claiming it as its own. Her cunt was impossibly tight around him, gripping him for dear life before could barely fit half his cock inside. The tight Korean pussy was already dripping wet, and as Ghost tried to push in deeper, Min Jung came - she groaned loudly onto Boo's cock and arched her back, almost doing a bridge as the first orgasm of her life wracked her tiny frame. She was fully extended in the air, supported only by the cocks in her mouth and pussy and her legs on Ghost's shoulders - her entire body shook before she collapsed back to her original position, breathing heavily. Her cunt quivered and felt like thousands of pleasurable electric shocks were dancing inside of her pussy. Min Jung closed her eyes and groaned, spreading her legs and letting Ghost wrap them around his hips. She scissor clamped around his thick waist, her milky white legs dangling in mid air around Ghost's ass. Using them as leverage, Min Jung drew Ghost deep inside of her, managing to take a few more inches before howling in pleasure.<br/>