In the dim light, a large rod of flesh was glued tightly to the table, leaving only the upturned, purplish glans
Exposed. I could do nothing about it as I watched my prick being so tortured. My hands were tied behind my back and I was hanging from the sky
On the flower board, hanging so high that one had to stand on tiptoe to barely soothe the degree of twisting of the elbows.
The man standing before me is my master, and I don’t know his name. Never even seen his
appearance, and every time I was tempered and tortured I would wear a mask, somewhat similar to the Japanese Tengu look, but
Yes, but not quite. I don’t dare to take a closer look. Master won’t let me look at his upper body. If I even take a peek, I’ll get hurt.
To waterboarding confinement.
It was inhuman torture. My first waterboarding was also the first time I met my master.
I’m not skinny, I just don’t have any muscle on my body. I went to the gym to work out at first, but whenever I took off the
Clothes showing my bladder would always be met with ridicule from the crowd, and I was only blamed for being born too white.
A lot of girls would be jealous of my skin and say that I was born in the wrong womb. With low self-esteem, I don’t want to be the center of attention
The center of attention, for what others say in jest, people with low self-esteem actually care very much. So I was alone late at night
Went to the park to run for exercise and that’s where I met the owner.
It was late that day and I didn’t want to go. But when I thought of the temptation of the mermaid line and the waist of the male dog, I fought the
Spirit put on his running shoes. I hadn’t been running long when I suddenly realized that there was a man standing under the streetlight next to me, wearing a very long
Trench coat, can’t see what it looks like.
I was staggered by the fear of the darkness; after all, it was early in the morning, and except for the patrolman there were no more
Can’t see anyone.
The man in black seemed to notice me and turned toward me, and when I looked back to see clearly, it turned out to be a female
man, and a large, naked woman in a trench coat, and if it had not been for the two bells hanging from her breasts, perhaps the
I was also able to molest her a bit.
She didn’t have much of an expression on her face, just looked ahead, at the time I thought looking at me, only to realize later that I was wrong.
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Just as I was thinking back, a stream of white wax poured over my glans, causing me to yelp in pain. The master held up the wax
candle and backhanded me twice. Then took the base of the candle and pressed it hard against my glans.
The other hand stroked the root of my cleanly shaved rod and came up to sniff my hair. It’s been a long time since
When I was put here, I was injected with estrogen and dressed as a woman. Not to mention the fact that I already looked like
A woman who sometimes looks at me in the mirror and can’t even see the signs of a man, even my breasts are a little slightly protruding
Up. Except for that cock underneath.
I let out a few gasps as the huge vibrator was almost against my prostate.
”Are you going to cum?” Master asked me.
(ii)
At that time, my master asked me the same thing. I found myself stripped to the waist of my clothes, tied tightly to the
Park lounge chair, feet raised above her head, ankles strung out on the lamppost behind her, exposing her entire ass.
The black woman was sucking on my rod before I slowed down, and I seemed to be electrocuted by something myself
up, and still a soreness in his back.
That’s when I heard a low, deep voice from behind me, “Are you going to cum?” I was indeed about to cum, and I wanted to scream for help.
Life, but the mouth was blocked tightly by something. Looking around me in nothing but black, the man who had stolen my
The people standing behind me seemed to be enjoying the scene.
The black woman licked my rod and played with my asshole, occasionally kissing the tender next to the anal
Flesh. If they weren’t tied up, the feeling was going to ascend too. The man behind him was equally aroused, pulling out his meat stick
It was coming at me. I couldn’t see but could feel the wickedly fishy smelling rod right in my ear.
He took something out of my mouth and my stomach lurched as I realized it was actually my underwear. Not yet.
Opening my mouth to make a sound, he twisted my head and skillfully put on a pair of muzzles, and I had to open my mouth, not even to
The water couldn’t even be swallowed. I guessed what was about to happen as the fishy rod plunged into my mouth, long and thick.
The immediate choking sensation of the glans against my throat rushed to my brain, and in addition to the choking there was shame. I’m overwhelmed by the fact that he’s
Choking and shaking my head back and forth. In a blur my consciousness was not too clear long ago, only remembering the fishy
The feeling of smelly cum shooting all over my face was unbearably humiliating.
Then I was captured here by my master, and at first I desperately resisted, but all I got was endless pain and torture.
Especially after my experience in the water cell, I became much more honest and learned to take the initiative to please my master before I suffered any more
Penalty. By then I had been tortured in every way and finally compromised. Oral sex on my master’s rod, that was my first Lord’s
Move to suck the man’s meat stick. It was reluctant, but after all, he hadn’t eaten or drunk for three days.
In order to survive he had to make a deal, and his rod was strange, with a distinctive fishy odor that made once one smelled the
I will never forget it. I will always remember how I felt every time I was conquered by the rod, which is something that no other man’s rod can do.
and.
Satisfied with the eruption in my mouth, my master took the funnel and fed me a “drink”. The foul-smelling urine ran down the
My throat gushed down and the rest of the spilled urine spread all over my face and dripped onto the cold floor. Next to it was
There was the master’s semen that I had just spit out, and the master, with a victorious gesture, snapped the leftovers to the floor and turned the
The body is gone.
With tears in my eyes, I ate the meal mixed with semen and urine. It was really hard to eat, but then I realized that for
up how much it takes to eat.
But the master is not satisfied with his sex slave’s obedience to him, the master prefers the hopelessness of
Resistance, and the woman in black is one of them.
The black woman is considered one of the master’s favorite among his many sex slaves, with a beautiful face and a good name, particularly
It is a small pussy can be described as the best on earth, just inserted into the seemingly into the ocean, flooded with obscene water. But the deeper you go, the more
It was a tight squeeze of flesh. By the time I realized it, the hole had already adsorbed the meat stick, and after a few strokes, I had to surrender more strongly.
That’s certainly not what the owner said, it’s something I’ve experienced first hand.
I’ve just had a couple of master’s meat sticks, and every time I cum they put me in a small room and leave me alone. But
It was this time that was different, after my master shot me in the face he told me to wipe it off and eat it in one bite, which I did.
Apparently the owner was satisfied and took me out of the small room. The little room was eerie, and outside it was equally as
This, like a prison. Only the bars had been replaced by a small room door, and I was on my knees walking like a school dog, my neck
A leash was attached to the son and followed the owner.
I don’t know how many rooms I walked through, but I finally came to enter a door. I instantly recognized the woman on the bed as
The woman in black the other night. I was mean to her, but couldn’t come up with a reason, just blamed her for all that was happening to me now.
The guilt is on her. After all, I no longer dared to defy my master, so I could only take my anger out on her.
Her life seems better, some furniture some decorations. Not like the cell I live in, but her days are not
well, and it was evident from the coldness of her eyes that she had absolutely no hope for life, no light at all
Bright.
My master yanked up the long hair I had implanted earlier, and for the first time I felt how powerful it was to grab my hair, and could only let the
At the mercy of my master. My master held me down on the seat used for delivering babies, hands and feet secured to the stand, asshole facing the
With the woman in black.
The woman in black walked toward me, the two breasts on her chest swaying with her footsteps, and it was only then that I could see the white flesh of the breasts on the
Printed in two big words – “Molly”.
”Jasmine” is her name? And what’s even scarier is that it doesn’t look like it’s tattooed. It’s branded.
Going?
I didn’t wait to think about it, but my asshole suddenly went cold, and I saw Jasmine taking a large syringe and pushing it into my ass.
Flooding. My master took an electric wand and kept stimulating my nipples. The feeling of turning over in my bowels was really bad, the
With only one syringe I felt like I was going to die. Jasmine took out the anal plug and pushed it towards her asshole and the egg-sized anal
The gag tightly blocked the liquid inside. My mouth was gagged long ago and all I could do was whimper and moan.
Jasmine started sucking on my cock again, this time it wasn’t just a blowjob, it was more like a show, a performance for her master.
She kept playing with any part of the rod, pulling out a jumper to stimulate the crown of my glans, and even playing with electric shocks on my
Scrotum. Another airplane cup was taken out to rim my cock, but I was so intent on ridding my body of the enema that it felt
Can’t get any pleasure out of it.
Until the owner got tired of looking at it and pulled out the anal plug, and shit spilled all over the floor as the liquid gushed out. It smelled like poop.
Filling the room, Jasmine seemed used to the spectacle and indifferent. But the master was actually so excited that he couldn’t
up, and once again the previously ejaculated rod stood erect in front of me.
Jasmine got on her knees and took her hands off my rod and started playing with my anus. My anus was still the first
One at a time, a finger was inserted, clasping the inside of my rectum, pressing against my sphincter to tease me into a contraction. My ass.
My eyes were dilated and adjusted quite a bit, and just as I was slowly enjoying the novelty of the stimulation, Jasmine put one on for me.
The secondary penis sleeve, tightening around the root of my rod and the crown of my glans, the sensation seemed to be stretched quite a bit, but the
The testicles were again packed into zippy little stainless steel sleeves, any smaller and they would have been squeezed out.
With a cock sleeve in place, Jasmine pulled out a vibrator, lubed it up and stuck it up her ass, and I was shocked.
yelp, a slurred sound coming from his throat, and the same kind of whimpering coming from behind him, wondering which sex-slave
I was helping my master with a deep-throated blowjob. Jasmine fucked me with a vibrator as she pumped it in and out, and being a man I was actually being fucked by a woman with a dildo
The rape was humiliating. In this situation, I ejaculated.
The cum shot out far and wide, sticking to Jasmine’s hair. Jasmine was also a little stunned, the rod was still tightly
The restraints, which had not shrunk in the slightest from cumming, came to life as well, and the Master let go of his crotch sex slave to turn toward me.
I don’t know how it happened, just a tingle deep in my rectum, a pleasure that hit my brain straight in the face and was another
Outside a feeling.
(iii)
Now this feeling came again, the glans, stuck by the solidified white wax, squirmed involuntarily, and the veins were even more
The stripes rippled. Master turned the vibration up to maximum and a spurt of pleasure erupted, only the semen clogged the urethra and couldn’t get out of the
Go on, it felt as if the inside of the rod was about to explode.
”Nod your head when you cum.” Master said teasingly in his low deep voice.
All I could do was nod before my master peeled the ash away, spreading the hot cum all over the table. Master seemed to like this
kind of image, he pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his own rod, poking it into my ass.
By this time my anus had long since gotten used to the entry of foreign objects and was a little sore. Even more painful was my elbow, which was being pressed to
Break off. But it still didn’t compare to the pain I felt the first time my master fucked me in the ass. It was a pain that tore at my heart.
I was unbound from my arms and legs, but the phallic sleeve still bound my lifeblood. I was thrown on the bed, soft
The soft mattress gave me the illusion that I was still lying in my own little apartment.
My master soon shattered this fantasy as he held me down by the waist, his huge rod against my reddened ass!
Rubbing on my eyes. I was on my back like a bitch, knowing what awaited me, and Molly was sitting on my
Eyes. Her eyes seemed to be talking to me, not the dull eyes from before. Like they were encouraging me, the same
Love me, pity me.
My master pushed hard, and a sharp pain came from underneath me, and I felt like my bowels were going to burst, and my asshole
Being torn and falling red on the sheets like a woman’s first night.
Master fucked harder, stabbing deeper into the ass hole one at a time. Jasmine, in turn, kissed me and sucked down my oozing
slobbering, letting me take my own nipples, holding me in my arms like my mother, my master’s beastly lust finally drained, the
But the pain is far from over.
Jasmine didn’t need to be ordered, she consciously blocked my asshole and kept sucking on the bloodied semen and even excreting a little of it
Things were swallowed by Jasmine.
That’s how my first time ended. I took off the dildo cover, but the rod was still standing tall, and returned to the little
Black room and it refused to bow down. Even though my ass was so sore that I couldn’t even sit down. Instead, I lassoed my cock and
The mind questions itself as well – what does this feel like.
My master unlocked my hands and fucked my ass while letting lasso my limp cock. My face.
Rocking back and forth against the table, she seemed to be used to this life and remained at his mercy to play with it. Not long afterward, a wave of turning
The pours of semen poured inside me.
I snapped out my master’s cum with my fingers and released it into my mouth. Master loved it when people ate his cum, and the
And was happy to order his sex slaves to eat it without pulling at all, no matter where he shot it.
I remember the last time I didn’t and was put in a water cell in pain.
It was a torture table, and I was lying there, with the faucet in front of me on top, and as soon as I turned it on, the ice-cold
The water covers your cheeks, and you can’t hear anything but the sound of the water flowing. Unlike “posting a kanji”, you have to
They twist their heads back and forth to avoid the current so that they can breathe the only air they have. Sometimes I want to die, but humans
The instincts won’t let you do that, even if there is only a trace of air, the brain will order you to inhale it.
Hands and feet are bound to the bedpan, but it’s not easy. I’ve seen sex slaves waiting for an opportunity to escape, being
He was put in a water cell and his hands and feet were burned with pins and needles and finally tortured to death.
I was only locked up for a few hours, which felt like centuries. To save myself from torture, I had to be a good boy.
Be a good boy and become a sex slave in your master’s crotch.
My master was still favoring me, maybe because I was the first sex slave with a growing cock. Could do with some other
Things sex slaves can’t do, like fuck them.
The first time I fucked another sex slave I was filled with guilt, and my master watched, as if watching two
It was like a dog fucking in the wild. The sex slave beneath her cries out with abandon to please her master. It was as if she was thirsty for her master’s
Cock, that worked. I was lying on the floor with my sex slave on top of me. This was my first look at her. She must have been three
Forty years old, with a loose pussy, but with a slutty bone in her body. The master, on the other hand, jumped on the sex slave’s back and died
Ground pumping the sex slave’s asshole. My rod even felt the force of my master’s thrusts, and suddenly my head was thinking about my master’s
Cock fuck me scenario. Asshole is a bit of a riot, wanting something to poke in and relieve the itching.
Am I going to become like the sex slave in front of me? Giving up my dignity for sexual desire. I can’t do that.
But my asshole, it really itches.
(iv)
And then I went to my master’s kinky parties, where people with the same kinks and control as my masters converged on this
The neighborhood. They talk together, they talk business together and then they fuck sex slaves together.
Master took me and another sex slave, Iris, with the same name branded on our chests. Iris was taller than me.
A head shorter, with a rosy face, the master held her like a father holds his daughter, though she was twenty-eight
Age.
Iris looked as if she was excited and kept pestering her master in the car, pandering to him. That bitch.
It was really bitchy enough. I was tied up and thrown in the backseat and watched as Iris kept hinting at how much she wanted to be fucked.
Am I being jealous?
When we arrived at the clubhouse, I was taken out of the car blindfolded for who knows how long, and the moment I took off the blindfold I was stunned.
The large dance floor was packed with people, the stage was more than performing various SM shows, and the owner was sitting on a soft seat, a
The unrecognizable woman was eating her master’s meat stick while Iris was on top of another man in a suit kissing him passionately.
I see that we’re still in VIP seating, and this little box is on the third floor, and unlike the other boxes that are crammed with people
There are only three hosts in this box. My host, the man in the suit and a woman.
The heroine is dressed in honor and splendor with a bitch kneeling underneath her. She’s a bitch because her elbows and knees are wrapped in cloth.
up and could only walk like a dog, with a leash and a tail up my ass. I don’t want to turn
Into that.
On top of her master was her other bitch, a lecherous bitch who made loud sucking noises while violently
I was buckling my own fat B, and kept rubbing my face with my lewdness.
The heroine seemed to have a thing for me, obviously a daughter but with a meat stick.
”What a thick rod,” the heroine said sultrily.
The master didn’t answer her, just waved his hand, signaling the bitch beneath him to get out of the way.
”With a snap, a leather whip hit the ass in front of me. The bitch was obviously shaking with pain and shivering.
Shivering, she left her master’s meat stick and hid behind the heroine.
”Look at his penis,” the heroine said as if mocking the undeveloped penis of a young boy.
I looked down and my own rod was indeed hard.
The man in the suit didn’t look at the stage performance either and turned to me and said, “What’s your name.” I didn’t say it for a long time.
Iris, who had her own name, couldn’t open her mouth all of a sudden, but Iris, on the contrary, beat her to it and said, “His name is Muho ah. It’s really
A nice name, whiter than a woodhock.”
I realized I was originally called that, and turned my eyes to see that the humanoid bitch had come to me, bucked
Wagging his tail with his ass. The hostess smiled and said, “Why don’t I let this beloved dog of mine put on a show for all of you. Those inferior ones at the bottom
Where is the quality goods comparable to what we have here.” The master didn’t say anything either, like he was acquiescing. I don’t know where I got the courage
gas, as if to compete for everyone’s attention, an arm around the bitch’s petite, thin waist, poking hard into the bitch’s slutty hole
Mile.
This bitch not only dresses up as a bitch, but actually even barks as a dog. It made the man in the suit laugh, and I
It was only then that I realized the man in the suit was alone with Iris, did he not have a sex slave?
Just as I was thinking about it, the man in the suit came toward me and pulled out his own cock and brought it up to my face. I took the initiative and opened
Opening her mouth, she greedily sucked the flavor from the rod.
The man in the suit, on the other hand, was praising me, and the bitch underneath me was barking even harder, and I caught a glimpse of my master’s rod as well
Getting hard, the heroine naturally lets loose, holding down the other slutty bitch and licking her way down to her own pussy.
The whole hall echoed with lewd grunts. Not long after, the man in the suit cums in my mouth when the softening cock
removed from my presence, only to realize that the heroine had taken the dildo with her and was coming toward me, and that the bitch from before was letting loose to give the
Master tit-fucking.
It looked like my asshole was going to be tortured again. But the little bitch in front of me was actually shaking with fear, and I wondered if she
Why is it that you are so afraid of the heroine, knowing that the heroine’s dildo is in my ass makes me realize how powerful it is.
It’s a modified phallus, like it’s made of virtual skin, except for one thing – the addition of rollerballs.
The steel balls rubbed against the inner walls of my rectum, it was more like a torture device, no wonder the bitch in front of me was scared like that. My
A sharp pain hit my brain as my asshole was stretched wide open, and in a blur I felt my master pull out the scary
Torture Gear. Then ……
(v)
I slumped helplessly on the table when Jasmine walked in, helped me up and ripped off the tape holding my cock in place.
She’s like a sister to me, but now I have to fuck her.
Master had especially enjoyed admiring my meat stick in and out of his sex slave since he returned from that party, and I fucked
Jasmine, Jasmine took in her master’s meat stick and rocked to my rhythm.
Jasmine’s pussy was watery and tight, but I was getting no pleasure from it. I had slowly realized that only my own asshole was getting any pleasure.
It’s only when I’m stimulated that my cock gets erect. Was I born to be fucked?
Master’s cock was hard again, and both hands grabbed Molly’s shoulders, pinning me between them, my meat sticking up
The groin went straight into the asshole, and just like that, there was a particularly strange scenario with the three of us squirming up and down.
Master’s rod went right down deep, my cock was sucked tightly into the folds of flesh, and I began to enjoy the sensation which
I was so humiliated and humiliated that I actually felt like a woman, as my master’s cock came back and forth dozens of times, with great ups and downs, and I actually felt like a woman.
Man-like repeated orgasms and thick cum shot from the rod, mixing with this Jasmine’s lewdness stirred in her pussy.
Multiple orgasms weakened me to the point of unconsciousness, and the last thing I remember – my master’s meat stick in the
It makes me feel so good.
When I woke up and my master was standing in front of me with a red-hot branding iron in his hand, I knew what it meant.
I became my master’s true sex slave. When the word “Mukho” was branded on my poor tits, I also knew that I could never leave
Not open here.
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