For this series of articles, please skip this one if you are too serious about morality, if you can’t stand sexual perversion, or if you are underage! Thank you!
I am a girl who loves to pursue excitement, by which in terms of sex, general lovemaking is not easy to satisfy me. I have an unspeakable experience, now I remember, is still in front of the eyes vividly, so that my libido greatly increased to restrain.
It was a leafy fall, I was new to college and everything was so new to me that I was introduced by a friend to a certain camp just for the novelty and excitement.
first day
Just as we stepped into a building with four floors of not-so-new apartments that didn’t get very much light, the teacher behind us us ushered us in, I put down my backpack, and the leader told us that this was to be our activity area from now on and collected everyone’s backpacks and told us to take a break.
The next thing I heard was the sound of the door closing and locking behind me, and we, a group of twelve girls, sat in a row on the floor, looking out into the not-very-bright hall, a first-floor hall about forty pings in size, with lots of big, locked cabinets along the walls, and poorly lit, with curtains covering the windows, so that the light that allowed us to see around us came from fluorescent lamps on the ceiling.
Twelve girls, including me, all young in age, pretty faces, devilish bodies, long hair, all dressed to the nines, and I couldn’t help but hold my head up under an atmosphere of comparative beauty.
A female teacher came along, thin and tall but of first class stature, took the roster in her hand and started handing out things to us. Each girl was given a backpack and opened it up, much to our surprise.
Upstairs came seven big men, holding, to our horror, sharp blades and whips, walking towards us with grim smiles. Count the items in the backpack, a hot very short black leather jacket, two pieces of twine, chastity belt, long black leather shoes, black leather collar, handcuffs and ankle cuffs, a ball to cover the mouth (the kind with holes), vibrating dildo, two jumping eggs, some tape and so on.
Those big men, to us under the order: take off all the clothing accessories, disobedient to beat! After a struggle and the sound of the whip, we twelve girls clothes, was a pile of piles of collection, the rest of the naked body, shy shrinking together, and then, one by one, we were called to “equipment”.
The menacing man picked up my backpack, emptied out all the accessories, and let out a disgusting laugh at me. The first thing he did was to take a piece of twine, tie it in two big knots, and run it down my span, and rub the knots against my bottom, followed by two knots that pressed tightly against my clitoris and tender lips, and tied them tightly in a thong-like fashion around my waist. I dropped to my knees, and he extended another piece of twine around my cleavage and breasts, binding my breasts in a figure eight pattern, both breasts tightly bound by the twine, squeezing out the beautiful fruits, the skin showing its luster and making me feel ashamed. Shivering, I was forced to wear the black leather jacket, tightly wrapped around my waist, the thin rope on the side of the waist, crossed and tied tightly, and then, the chastity belt was pressed on the twine and the leather jacket, and put it on with force, the two inner thighs hurt so much that I cried out, and I heard the sound of the clicking sound, and put on the locks.
Another man came and put on my leather boots and collar, cuffed me at the ankles, pulled my hands back hard, cuffed them, and stuffed the ball into my mouth, with the strap tied tightly at the back of my head, and drooled, and more than a little bit of saliva flowed out of the hole of the ball right away. Immediately after that, the areola was taped and fixed on the jumping egg, the electrified jumping egg wildly shocked my sensitive nipples, the other thick hand, opened the small hole under the chastity belt, inserted the vibrating dildo in my screams, and finally closed the small hole in the chastity belt, and then put a lock on it.
I was painfully unable to stretch my fours, the hold on the sensitive parts of my body aroused me, the knots in the twine, under the tight pressure of the chastity belt and the frenzied vibrations of the vibrating dildo, directly stimulated my clitoral buds, and the vibrations on my nipples added to the weakness and lack of control of my whole body, the excitement I had never felt before was stimulating all of my erotic desires. I, lying in a corner of the room, receiving stimulation and waiting for the other girls to gear up.
In the afternoon, we were taken one by one to different rooms, our equipment remained the same, except that the batteries of our original wildly vibrating dildos had weakened, leaving us with a slight vibration and body heat.
In front of me was the “bed” that the female teacher had spoken of, that is, the bed that I would have to sleep on for the next few days, in the form of a long piece of wood, carved into a triangular cylinder, and set up to chest height, with the pointed side facing upwards, and with a seat towards the horse’s head connected to the wood in front.
The teacher said:Now let’s get you used to this bed…ride the wooden horse! I was lifted up by two men, and the ankle cuffs were opened, and then my feet were put on the wooden horse, and the ankle cuffs were put on the horse’s belly again. The handcuffs were also opened, and then handcuffed again after I hugged the horse’s head, my whole body weight pressed on the sharp horse’s back, and the pain came immediately.
It was the cunt that hurt the most, the knot of twine pressed deep into the stamen, the prick almost to the uterus, the oozing nectar running down the sloping horse’s back, the throat even drier from not being able to swallow saliva, saliva that just kept dripping from the ball-hole stuffed in the mouth.
The hold on my actions, coupled with the huge pain when I moved coupled with the intense stimulation, caused me to continue to be aroused despite the pain, my sanity was fading and my whole body was surrounded by sweat and fatigue, which also dripped onto the wooden horse.
I don’t know how the two hours passed, I was taken off the wooden horse, the body accessories are still the same. Teachers told us that these accessories will always be on us, except for some special activities, and the wooden horse, but also every day must be on the “bed”.
Then the twelve of us were taken down the hall, each of us in a sorry state, one huddled together on the floor.
Some of those with poor stamina have even passed out.
The next course was to see a lot of twine, bandages, wire, chains, and special leather suits. Two of my classmates and I were taken up, uncuffed, and then chained together, the three of us kneeling together, holding our still tightly bound breasts, balls in our mouths, unable to move a muscle.
Behind her, a female teacher, dressed in a queen’s costume, picked up a leather whip and lashed it down to the uncovered buttocks. Again and again the pain hit, and with the classmate beside her twisting and pulling on the chain, an unknown excitement came back.
Twelve people were divided into four groups, subjected to the abuse of whips and ropes, the pulling of chains and twine on the body, the tingling fire in the buttocks, the stimulation from the vibrator and the knot of God’s rope, listening to the wails and grunts around us, and the smell of masochism of excitement spreading in the air, leading us to the abyss of perversion.
The night was a miserable one. Combined with the coolness of autumn, I couldn’t help shivering with no clothes on my body. And the shivering was tugging at the ropes on my body even more, lustful twine that had been tightly bound around my breasts and pussy for a day now, sinking deep into my skin and sending stinging pain when I moved. Behind my back my hands were sadly numb, the collar around my neck and the ball in my mouth made it hard to breathe, often needing to inhale heavily to replenish the oxygen, and comparatively, my breasts ached with the pendulum swing of the inhalation that brought tears to my eyes.
The lock of the chastity belt mercilessly blocked the phallus so that it remained deeply inserted in the vagina, and when the vagina contracted, the pleasurable and painful sensation struck. Not free to excrete, finally can not hold back, urine from the twine knot edge overflow, and then from the thigh side of the chastity belt edge flow down, the hot and itchy feeling, plus the twine soaked into the liquid more sad and more wild stimulation of my pistil, so that I do not realize that I flowed out of the secret juice.
The bruises on my hips touched the cold floor and urine, sending tingles through me, while I actually couldn’t control my lovemaking as I reached another orgasm.
Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself in a different room, the walls covered with twine and belts. There were fewer handcuffs and ankle cuffs on my body, the ball, which I hated, had been taken out of my sore mouth, and the leather jacket around my waist had been removed aside.
I was relieved when the most painful and upsetting chastity belt was finally taken off. The jumper balls on my breasts were also taken off, and the pain of tearing the tape sent another wave of pleasure through me. Immediately after, I realized a hand was trying to take out the dildo in my vagina, and as he jerked, I tensed in anticipation of his taking it out, while the hand hesitated, in and out, disturbing my consciousness, and the pleasure doubled, and I actually rocked my hips, a surge of desire not wanting it to be taken out.
Another orgasm, I closed my eyes weakly and heard the man changing the batteries in the dildo. The leather boots of my feet were also removed and all that was left of my body were the two devilish hemp ropes and the collar that shamed me.
A rare opportunity for me to stretch my limbs immediately, lying on the cold floor, looking helplessly at the two men in the room and the preparation of the female teacher. Suddenly the teacher smiled at me and said, “Now it’s time for the tight bondage course, look at the pictures on the wall, which one do you want to start with?
I looked towards the wall, four pictures came into my eyes, I cringed and dared not answer, the girls in those four pictures, were all tied up, their faces showed extreme pain.
I immediately shouted, “No,” and stood up to try to escape. The two men, with their belts in their hands, immediately caught up with me. How could my limbs, which hadn’t moved for a day, escape from two big men?
Immediately, I was dragged between two iron poles, and I was forced to kneel in the center, with both hands tied tightly to the poles in large open circles. The rope was first wrapped around my wrists three times to secure them to the highest ring of the bars, then my forearms and back arms were wrapped hard with twine to secure them to the bars. My legs were spread in a kneeling position and the rope was wrapped three times around my knees and secured to the base of the bar. The palms of my feet were tied up with thin white ropes, which began to clamp my nipples, so painful that I twisted my upper body hard, and was suddenly trapped under the endless pain. When I opened my eyes, the two iron clamps were pulled forward by the thin white rope, making my breasts hurt, and my nipples felt like they were being torn apart, making me scared. Finally the clamps were secured in front of me. I barely stabilized my body, only relying on my knees to support the weight of my whole body, as long as the slightest movement, the painful tearing or pulling sensation will hit my sanity.
Finally, a white rope around my mouth, in the two lips back to pull tight, mouth like almost torn, and a parallel rope back to fix, now my whole body only free, only two eyes can open and close only. Fingers and toes have long been numb, only to hear the teacher said: you first so “rest” here, we have to go to another class first!
The moment the door closed, I felt like I had fallen into hell and couldn’t survive, blinking and looking at the four pictures on the wall, and struggling for balance, accompanied by groans and wails from the back of my throat because I couldn’t stand the pain.
After my exhausting sleep, I was shaken awake in a fuzzy state, the twine on my body had been untied leaving two wrapped around my breasts and pussy, a man was arranging the twine, while the teacher was looking at me while caressing my sensitive parts, I shook off her hands in disgust, while my limbs gradually blushed with blood from insensibility and with the circulation of the blood came an unbearable numbness and pain.
I didn’t dare to move a muscle, waiting for the numbness to subside, but the annoying teacher hit me hard on the numbness, making me sad and unable to move.
After resting for a while, I was taken to a wooden bed and plopped down on it.
While I closed my eyes in fatigue, suddenly the two men pulled my hands and feet behind me, and the devilish twine tangled with my skin once more. My hands were tied together behind my back, my feet were tightly bound together, and then once the ropes were tied on both sides, my body was concave back into a flat circle, and the sudden cramp in my left foot made me cry out, immediately soaking the wooden bed with tears.
The uniform-like two hemp ropes were loosened, and I still felt extremely sad, as well as an uncontrollable desire to be abused. Teacher picked up the white rope and carefully began to wrap it around my upper body, two loops above and below my breasts, crisscrossing behind me and heading for my waist, crossing and knotting in front of my belly, passing through my hips and then pulling it from the back of my legs towards my pussy, tying the knot and pressing it against my clit, then pulling it upwards and tying the end of the rope and the knot on my belly together.
Then I picked up another white rope and pulled it in two halves from the back of my neck toward my chest cleavage, merging the two ropes that were originally above and below my breasts in my cleavage, and tightening them so that my breasts stood out. Next, I pulled it downward again, and each of the two separate ropes hooked up with the old rope on my waist branch, like weaving a net, and pulled it upward to my back, and then hooked the rope that went around my breasts, and tied a knot on the back of my upper body, and then pulled it straight to my anus, and then tied a knot at my anus, and then extended it to my pubic area after deeply pressing into it, and then pressed tightly on the knot on my clit, and then the end of the rope was fixed to the old white rope next to my waist. As soon as I twisted, the white ropes on my body tugged together like a web, while sinking even further into my white skin, sending twinges of pain through my cerebral cortex.
Even shaking my head a little, the rope tied around my neck tugged downward, causing the knots in my cleavage to sting my chest, and then pulling upward toward my waist, driving the knots that pressed against my clit, which in turn mooched against my stamen, sending a jolt of electricity and aching, impotent pleasure.
I thought I had tied myself up enough, but my belly was sticking out in pain from the forward protrusion and the twisting and pulling of the rope. I lay on my side on the wooden bed, and saw the teacher, who was suffering behind me, bring a machine, which pulled out two pairs of probes, which produced sparks when they touched each other. The teacher divided the probes to the two men, the men put the probes, at the same time on both sides of my nipples, without thinking about touching, strong electric current flowed over my nipples, areola red under the electric shock, nipples also disobedient more and more blood and swelling, two men also stimulate my nipples electric shock more and more intense, from time to time came the sound of yin and yin’s laughter. I had never been stimulated by electric shocks before, I felt a high degree of pleasure in the midst of great pain, and my hips began to swing contrary to what I realized, in an attempt to tighten, rub, and stimulate my anus and clitoris with the knot of the rope. In the midst of my cries of lust, the rope’s hold stimulated me, once again throwing my shame out of the window and welcoming waves of unbearable orgasms.
Kinda thought the white ropes on my body would come off after my orgasm, but it was not to be; the two men I hated just sat up beside me and ignored me, leaving me still arching backward and tied to the wooden bed.
The female teacher had changed into another leather outfit by this time, revealing two large breasts, and plump thighs, a suitcase in her hand, and placed it beside me, giving me a disgusted grin.
I watched the teacher take out the whip from the box, while the two men took out all the wax candles in the box, lit them and placed them around me. Without saying a word, the teacher started to whip me, I couldn’t help but wail, but my heart was excited. Suddenly my buttocks burned, wax tears rained down, nibbling at my skin, and I struggled to wriggle my buttocks that couldn’t stand the heat. The other man picked up two wax candles and in one gulp dripped all the accumulated wax tears onto my breasts, covering my nipples, and the burning caused me to cry out, struggle, and tremble, while the excitement increased again and again, the pleasure attacking me to the point of frightening me.
Suddenly my heart shook, my most tender and sensitive pistil was directly irrigated by the wax oil, and I began to contracture, the feeling that I couldn’t tell whether it was painful or pleasurable, making me so tense that I couldn’t breathe. The wax tears on my body became a river, flowing all the way through my body, accumulating on the wooden bed, the white rope, colored by the red wax oil, couldn’t be more obscene.
I began to fall in love with this exciting pleasure orgasm, and I began to let myself go to the depths of perversion.
The cold temperatures of nearly midnight soaked into my skin, and after a day of conditioning and unprecedented orgasms, all that was left now was extreme drowsiness.
I equipped myself with all the original accessories and put on the chastity belt with the vibrating dildo, which had been replaced with batteries that were particularly relentless, vigorously feeding pleasure into my clitoris. Holding the head of the wooden horse and riding it, I couldn’t swing freely because my hands and feet were also handcuffed, and I had to hold back the itchiness in my behind.
Never able to stand the pain coming from her pussy, her whole body weight was almost pressed against her pussy and then pressed against the pointed horse’s back. No matter how the position was adjusted, it was the pain that was the thrill, the pleasure that was no longer pleasure.
With physical exhaustion, I finally fell asleep unsteadily, waking up numerous times a night in pain and crying my eyes out.
the morrow
The twelve of us girls, in silence, assembled in the first floor hall, each of us listless, just encouraging and caring for each other with our eyes, our hearts were scared, disgusted and yet looking forward to today’s conditioning.
The morning’s lesson was what is known as an “enema”. We were first taken one by one to each room to be taught one by one. When I entered the room, I saw a chair, a metal frame, a few bottles of IV, and some ointments and creams.
After the teacher unlocked my handcuffs and ankle cuffs, he asked me to sit on the chair, asked me to relax and asked me to sing. Teacher and I sang some pop songs, let me relax a lot of mood, while the man behind me is always a sudden movement, from behind me with twine tied me to the back of the chair, make my sitting position into a slouching in the chair, and then use the rope to lift my feet up, fixed on the armrests, so that my hips just leave the chair cushion and face forward.
Then came a series of straps that bound me so tightly to the chair that I couldn’t move and had trouble even breathing. I could just about see my pussy, and for the first time I could see the stamen in the thick hair so closely. The teacher pointed to my pussy and asked me to read out the name, my whole body was on fire with shame, but I couldn’t cry out.
My teacher asked me as she applied the ointment around and deep into my anus, followed by inserting a catheter. It was the first time I had ever had a foreign object inserted into my anus, and the nervous constriction was causing great pain. The teacher connected the catheter to the squeezer, the IV bottle, and filled the bottle with liquid and hung it on a wire rack.
The teacher said: this is glycerin, wait to pour into your intestines will make you feel good to the sky to go …… said and squeezed the squeezer in his hand, a cold liquid will be squeezed into the intestines, in the intestines and one day has not excreted feces stirred together, resulting in a fiery sensation. In one squeeze, about 500cc of glycerin was pressed into the abdomen, the whole abdomen like a fire burning, churning the intestines, but also bring extreme pain, the teacher pulled out the catheter, let the glycerin stay in my intestines, and stuffed a jumper egg in the anal opening.
With the burning in my belly and the huge stimulation in my anus, finally I couldn’t help myself, and let out all the contents of my belly, accompanied by a strong wave of pleasure and comfort that threw all my shame away without a trace.
On an empty stomach, my teacher inserted the catheter into my anus again and poured 1000cc of sorghum wine into my intestines. The heat, ten times more than the glycerin I just had, my whole body was shaking with pain, I struggled to pull myself up with my hands, but my hands were tightly tied to the chair, wow…, I cried out, this was unprecedented pain, my fierce struggle even brought the chair jumping, and I was pressed down by the man behind me.
As soon as the teacher pulled out the catheter, I couldn’t hold back any longer and poured out the sorghum, and the teacher had already taken a cup to catch the spewed sorghum and then fed it to me.
I got the most pleasure from the alcohol fueled orgasm that came with the giant enema.
Late afternoon, slightly warmer temperatures bring boredom. The extended course was the insufferable yet slightly anticipated colonic.
I was taken to a large room on the third floor, in which a girl had arrived before me and looked at me with helpless eyes. There was a little chat with her on the way to the camp. Her name was Siau Ling, and she had a very good figure, about 167 centimeters tall, which was the perfect height. Siu Ling is not too outgoing, she likes to smile and listen to us chatting, she is a very cute and attractive girl.
In the entire room, besides Rei and I, there were two teachers, and two men. The large room was equally poorly lit, and the poorly ventilated air carried an uncomfortable sense of boredom.
Repeated sessions of sexual abuse brought supreme pleasure, followed closely by fatigue, fear, and shame. And outside of the tight surveillance all around, the exit windows had iron gates, just like a prison. Add to that the impossibility of undoing the bonds on your body on your own, and you have no choice but to wait for these four days of your life to end.
Powerless to look at Siau Ling, but there are many thoughts exchanged from the eyes, it seems to be she is encouraging me, so that I have the intention to hang in there. Rei made me feel the happiness of a friend.
The teacher and the men came and put Rei and I on the floor in a doggy style, propped up on our hands and knees. We were both plastered together in the same direction on our stomachs, with me on my left side. The men behind us used twine to tightly tie my right hand and right foot, and Siau Ling’s left hand and left foot, loop after loop, as if climbing our arms and legs like snakes.
Then with white bandages, like mummies tightly wrapped me and Siau Ling together, can not move, I can feel Siau Ling chest inhale and exhale hard and sad.
Men hate it so much that even our toes and fingers are wrapped tightly in bandages, leaving only our heads, four beautiful breasts, and bouncy asses exposed.
Rei’s every move tugged at me while her mouth was stuffed into her panties and then tightly secured with duct tape. There was a sickeningly fishy odor coming from her mouth, and I wondered which of our girls was plastered.
The teacher brought four oranges and tied a thin thread around the top end, while the other ends were wrapped lewdly around the four nipples. The moment the nipples were tied and the oranges were thrown down, the oranges pulled the nipples down with a fierce downward movement, and there was a terrible pain, but the nipples began to fill with blood and excitement in the midst of the pain, and the areolas were pulled out of the nipples with a reddish hue.
Teacher blew in my ear and licked my neck, while her hand kept shaking the orange, and there was a gurgle of lustful screams and wails coming from my throat. As I struggled and shook my body, I felt the tangerine pulling harder, and Siau Ling’s pulling also brought me a lot of pain. I had to drive to learn to endure, and Siau Ling also painfully endured.
Unexpected excitement unfolded in the hips.
The man spread Vaseline all over our anal openings and inserted the tube. The teacher put a big mirror in front of us, and I couldn’t lift my head in shame when I saw my slutty face in the mirror. The tubing started to be mated, Ling and I were connected together with an on/off switch, and then to a bottle with an on/off switch.
The teacher and the squeezer connected, and while we said: the show officially on …… Now I pour a liter of acetic acid into the bottle, and then open the squeeze to press the acetic acid into the abdomen of Xiaoling, you just tasted the wine, right, is it very unbearable? I tell you, acetic acid will bring you boundless pain, is alcohol can not be compared. Then again, as long as Xiaoling can not help it, I turn the switch on, then a liter of acetic acid and feces will flow into Xiaoyun’s abdomen, of course, Xiaoyun can not help it, I turn the switch on, the acetic acid will again …… hahahaha
We both almost fainted on the spot. Siau Ling was not prepared at all and was immediately filled with acetic acid. Siau Ling’s wails immediately came out through her panties and tape, and I could clearly feel her trembling and struggling and pain. I was sympathizing with her, but I was also afraid that some of her liquid would enter my intestines.
Within two minutes, Ling was almost rolling her eyes, tears were dripping all over the floor, her face was green, and the teacher smiled at me and said:Your turn!
As soon as the switch was flipped, I looked in the mirror and saw yellow liquid like a demon’s blood pouring viciously into my abdomen. There was like a pot of fire, sulfuric acid, no, a demon gnawing at my abdomen, the pain covered my whole body, I twisted and struggled desperately, not even caring about the pain of my chest being pulled by the oranges and the ropes mercilessly piercing my skin, I thrashed around, Rei was almost deflated after the agony, and wailed in agony again as soon as I pulled her.
I hurt even the vision to see clearly, sweat on the body of the bandage are wet, my left hand in the abdomen to press just came from the acid erosion of the pain of the bowel brought about by the infinite pain, that pain almost make me want to simply die, finally the teacher turned on the switch, let Siau Ling take over, I can not be restrained at all, the side of the side of the jittery with the greatest force of the acetic acid, both of our feces together to shoot to the Siau Ling, immediately the Siau Ling’s features are seized together again and collapsed on the ground! She fell to the ground and rolled with me.
I hugged Rei with the only left arm I could move, holding her tightly as she cried, and with her right arm, she hugged me tightly as well, tears dripping down my neck, and I was scared for both of us, more scared than I had ever been before.
While the two teachers and two men sat on the sidelines, taking turns flicking the switch, watching me and Siau Ling struggle in infinite pain. And we fell into a horrible hell where life was worse than death as the acetic acid fell over and eroded us, fainting in pain, fainting and waking up in pain again.
The darkening of the sky brought with it an unrelenting fear that the series of sexual abuses had eaten away what was left of my humanity, while stoking the erotic and animalistic elements in me to the highest level.
The pain in my abdomen was still coming in bursts, the worst of it would have me curled up in a ball and rolling on the floor, Rei was still passed out on the sidelines, and I glanced at her at times without a care in the world.
I don’t know how long it took, but two men came and pulled me up and took me to another room with two other girls in it.
The three of us sat on the floor, our hands playing with the hemp rope scattered on the floor, to it is both disgusted and affectionate. In our ears came from the next room, bursts of screams and wails, and occasionally came from the other room in the waves of screams.
At that moment the door to the room opened and in walked five men, all with unsavory faces and hungry eagle eyes that swept right through us, sending shivers down my spine.
There were a few large bamboo poles hanging from the ceiling, some pulleys and ladders, and on the floor there was a lot of twine and “uniforms” that we had unloaded.
A girl was pulled next to me, and I was surprised to hear a smile at the sound of her struggling. She was tied up by the three men, and the twine drew a lattice around her body like a net. The only thing that surprised me was that the men didn’t tie the twine around her pussy, they just wrapped it around her breasts and waist.
After that another girl was pulled up and tied in much the same way, with different patterns at best. Immediately after my turn to be processed. The twine was wrapped four times above my breasts, four times under my breasts, and four times around my waist respectively The man brought another rope and wrapped the eight ropes above and below my breasts together between my cleavage, and all of a sudden the twine tied and squeezed my breasts tightly, giving them a red color. Another rope, the four ropes on the waist and the right and left under the breasts of the rope made a v-shape tied tight, just like this to my body tightly wrapped, the pain so that I wailed constantly, every mouthful of inhalation will be so painful that it will spurt out tears.
A few men pushed the three of us to the ground, my hands were tied tightly to another girl’s feet, while her hands were tied tightly again to another girl’s feet, and then my feet were wrapped around with twine so many times that I couldn’t help but scream out at the sudden tug.
My feet were being hoisted upwards and began to hang, beside her were her hands being pulled upwards by the ropes, she struggled up because of the pain in her hands, her feet kicking recklessly, tugging at my hands and kicking me in the nose, there was a sudden sourness and tears came out towards the top of her head.
The girl behind her was also hoisted up by her head, and the three of us were suspended like an N shape on the bamboo poles of the ceiling, swaying, swaying, and hearing the sound of the twine rubbing together, like the sound of rubbing when swinging on a swing.
Both Cynthia and I were dangling head down, our two faces looking at each other from across the weaver’s span.
The difference was that my hands were tied to Weaver’s feet, and XinXin’s feet were tied to Weaver’s hands, and XinXin’s hands were tied tightly behind her back, the pain coming from the pressure between the twine and her skin.
Being hung upside down with blood rushing to my brain, I was so sad that I was dizzy, I couldn’t see clearly with both eyes, and XinXin’s expression reacted to mine.
As we swayed like swings, the men underneath us picked up a long length of twine, tied large knots at intervals of less than ten centimeters, and then smeared the rope with Vaseline cream and the knots with mustard cream.
Two men stood on the ladder beside me, passing behind me over my pussy, crossing the twine, then dropping down in front of me, and one of them pressed the knot into my cunt, and I started to shake.
They descended the ladder to adjust their position to the cozy side, crossing the long rope that hung down in front of me between Weaver’s pussy, pulling it up from in front of Cozy, and then across Cozy’s pussy, hanging down behind Cozy, and landing on the floor.
The men shoved knots like knots of rope into Cynthia’s and Weaver’s pussies as Mustard’s stimulation took effect, and the three of us were itching, aching, burning, and oozing love juices, as the two men underneath us each took one side of the rope and began to tug on it.
Gradually I felt the knot being pulled out of my vagina and it was getting tighter. The man behind me began to pull harder on the rope and my whole body jerked as the knots were pulled out. Then a knot began to scrape across the front of my pussy, passing over my clitoris, between my straddles, at my anal opening, followed by a second and third knot.
I could see Weaver’s stamen in front of me, and a snake-like piece of twine was sliding from her anal opening toward her clitoris, carrying a knot with it. Cynthia’s knot was also beginning to be pulled out of her vagina and began to scrape across her clit.
As each knot scraped across my pussy, the orgasm that came from that pleasure made my whole body twitch incessantly while the oily rope sliced into my insides like a knife, bringing an unbearable tickling sensation, followed by the pleasure of pretending to scream along with my waves, drowning everything.
Suddenly, the man behind XinXin said:It’s my turn to pull!
The twine began to pull in the opposite direction, the knot was pulled from my anus to my clitoris, bringing a different stimulation and greater pleasure, the original tender skin was pulled in the opposite direction, turned in the other direction, my jerking was stronger and bigger, but I couldn’t move under the rope’s relentless bondage and suppression, and there was no place to vent that orgasmic pleasure in my body, it just got bigger and bigger, and I could only scream and wail, and confess, and swing my head, and try hard to alleviate the prison of this love, and the three of them were also struggling and pulling the rope tightly, and it became more and more sunken into the skin, like a branding iron. The tightly bound ropes on my body were also getting more and more caught in my skin under the struggle and pulling of the three men, and the burning sensation from between the ropes was like a branding iron on my body.
The two men underneath me pull harder and harder, faster and faster, the pleasure builds and builds, and with every knot that passes through the rope, more love juices flow involuntarily, and sweat flows out early, drawing a river on my body towards my face, mixing with saliva and tears and soaking my hair.
With the vicious back and forth slashing of the twine and the demonic scraping of the knots, three small puddles of water had built up on the floor beneath us, while the whole room was filled with our cries, the air filled with the smell of love juices and an atmosphere of lewdness, and the pleasure of bringing about an unparalleled orgasm, like trying to burst out of our bodies.
third day
Two days of experience, let me taste the unprecedented excitement of pleasure, once more more than the intensity and shock, but let the body and mind gradually tired and unsupportive, this is a kind of anticipation and fear of harm to the mentality.
Early in the morning, we twelve girls were taken to the roof of the building, a six-floor high building, not very high but still able to see into the distance, and for the first time in two days I saw the sun, I cherished absorbing the warm sunshine, and the fresh, free air.
Facing the sunlight and living in the darkness made me in an untuned mess of emotions, wanting to cry but unable to do so, just staring blankly at the gray city.
I heard from the teacher that there was an unprecedented training session in the morning and that twelve girls were “working together” at the same time.
It was our free time before ten o’clock, and we twelve girls were on the roof enjoying the sunshine, while two days of special training had made us have no more so-called shame, twelve beautiful naked bodies glistening in the sunlight.
Suki came over and without saying a word she tickled her hand towards my pussy, I naturally catered to her and drew circles around my left nipple with one hand and hooked my other hand around her neck, for a moment arousal was oozing from the base of my thighs. She asked me to kneel and lick her pussy I masturbated with one hand and buried my head between Suki’s legs, the fishy smell of my pussy turned me on without me realizing it.
Siau Ling came from the side, Shu Yi had a tacit understanding to tease Siau Ling’s nipples, Siau Ling leaned her pussy against my left shoulder and started to rub it up and down. Siu Ling’s dense hairs tickled me, and her excited love juice lubricated my shoulder. I moved my left hand from my breast to Siu Ling’s crotch, lightly flirting with her buttocks, and Shuji’s lips covered Siu Ling’s, their cries of pleasure wrapped up in their mouths, while I was in Shuji’s crotch.
At ten o’clock we were taken downstairs, and in the hall on the fourth floor twelve iron chairs had been placed, and we were seated in order. There was a floor-length mirror in front of us, which clearly reflected any part of our bodies.
One by one the men came and tied us tightly one by one to the iron chairs, our feet tied to the front two legs of the chair, our bodies bound tightly to the backs of the chairs with ropes in the form of nets, and the collars around our necks were fastened with chains, long and heavy chains stringing the twelve girls in a single line of serpentine formation.
Then the teacher opened a cabinet with lots of trumpet horns and began to assign instruments.
I realized that we had all been in bands before, and remembered why one of the columns on the registration form asked if we had studied piping and what kind of piping we knew. This is beside the point.
Three trumpets, three round French horns, two saxophones, two retractable horns, a baritone, and a bass.
A music stand was set up in front of us, and on it was the “Thor’s March.”
I picked up the French horn and held my left hand in a fist against the bell as I practiced pressing the keys with my right hand. With the ropes securing my torso tightly to the chair and the weight of the instrument held entirely in both hands, I couldn’t help but start to get sore.
Then came four teachers to teach us each of the various exercises.
For the trumpet and French horn players, the rope between their stomachs is tightly attached to their bellies due to the force of their stomachs, which causes pain and discomfort from time to time. This is especially true for the large trumpet players, as every rise and fall of the chest is constricted by the rope due to the use of air, and the pain is so great that it almost brings tears to my eyes, especially when I play the broken notes.
As soon as he blew badly, or hit the mix, the leather whip in the hands of the man behind him swung down mercilessly, the end of the whip hitting hard on the abdomen, chest, and legs, drawing out a streak of blood.
Then we started to play together, and under the pressure of the teacher’s man, we finally got it right. Unexpected stimulation came, in our ensemble, the man one by one, the vibrating dildo, inserted into our pussy, as long as a stop blowing gasping for air, will be whipped. And then the clamps, tightly clamped nipples, speakers accidentally drop the clamps, in addition to eating the whip, but also to clamp more clamps.
The intense stimulation of the pussy with the huge pain in the breasts and the eating of the whip, a Thor’s march down, from time to time mixed with wails, cries, gasps, screams or even cries, these cries through the speaker, even louder sad.
The teacher also ordered the men to use a thin rope, the trumpet mouthpiece tightly with our mouth fixed, pull our long hair to the front of the trumpet knot, so that the trumpet can not leave our mouths, but also can not be put down, and then use the rope hand and the trumpet tightly entangled, to the human body and the musical instrument in one. And then again and again down the practice, two hands sore numb, as long as a little relaxation of the horn to pull the mouthpiece to pull the mouth, but also pulling up the hair. The number of clips on the breasts is getting more and more painful, the areola is pinched red through, as if it is going to overflow with blood, coupled with the horn touch from time to time, the pain is so painful that the tears flow straight to the eyes.
At this time, the big prick was even more unrestrainedly vibrating in the vagina, bringing incomparable stimulation and pleasure.
The floor-to-ceiling mirror at the front of the hall showed the twelve of us, wiggling our hips for the beat, which also increased the stimulation of our cunts from the dildos.
Under the pain, itching, numbness and pleasure, the teacher asked us to keep blowing without stopping, the men started to pick up the candles and dripped the hot wax oil onto our most sensitive clitoris and areola, the hotness brought not only the strange pain, but also the strong stimulation, which couldn’t help but make me reach an orgasm, my whole body struggled, and my screams were vibrating and expanding in the French trumpet, and they were overflowing through the mouth of the trumpet, which was by the side of my left fist, accompanied by the sound of the trumpet, the Thor’s March was finally covered by the sound of the wailing and wailing. The sound of the trumpet, accompanied by the sound of the trumpet, Thor’s march, was finally covered by the sound of lustful screams and wails.
The man pushed the girls on either side backward, a huge pain in my neck due to the tugging of the chain made me fall backward and hit the ground with it, the concussion made me dizzy for a moment, the horn blowing my mouth hitting my teeth and blood flowing out of the corners of my mouth, the man sealed our pussies with the hot wax oil side and swung the big whip at the same time, pains all over my body accumulating up and turning into accomplices to an orgasm, and with the immense stimulation, I have long since become unconscious.
And we succeeded in playing the Spring Rope March at the climax.
Late in the afternoon, the sky turned dark again and it rained.
The bad news is that four of the girls could not take the abuse and have been sent out of the camp. We wondered what would happen to them in the future. Perhaps it was my future too. An uneasy atmosphere was building up with the cloudy day.
The news that made us faint came next, a schedule of afternoon classes.
I was taken to a room that looked familiar, still the same four pictures hanging on the wall. My body shivered involuntarily, and my eyes rested on the twine scattered on the floor. I knew in my heart that there were two more pictures waiting for me to experience the feeling of that tight frame.
All the accessories on his body had been cleared away, and a new uniform had been laid out in a corner. In addition to the two men beside him, two female teachers then walked in with sneers on their faces.
My conscious mind was stored between resistance and submission, and in the midst of the conflict I was already being lifted by the man on both sides, walked to the center of the room, and knelt down. I knew I could not resist.
I dutifully held my hands up for the man to pull back and merge them, wrapping them up with twine in circles, at least ten of them. Both ankles were also tightly wrapped between them, no less than ten loops.
The teacher saw that I was no longer resisting and instructed the men not to be too violent with me. Another teacher told me to get on my knees and took the rope and looped it up and down my breasts and several times around my waist before using the rope to hoist me up by my hands and feet, I watched as I got further and further away from the ground while each loop of twine around my body sank tightly into my skin.
The man brought me an artificial penis with three sections, each with particles and each turning in a different direction, and I had never been penetrated by such a penis before. At first, when I touched my vaginal opening, the grinding of the particles was enough to make me itchy and twitchy, and the man took out a bottle of yellowish ointment and applied it on my sensitive places, around my vagina, anal opening, areola, etc., which instantly brought me a strong itching sensation, and I couldn’t help but twist my whole body forcefully with a great sense of need that beckoned me to hurry up and be unable to hold back the feeling of emptiness and need forcibly put all my thoughts in waiting for the pleasure and the climax of the abuse. The feeling of empty need forced me to focus all my thoughts on waiting for the pleasure and orgasmic abuse.
When the man finally inserted the prick, I felt so happy and satisfied that I even screamed loudly, but I was even more anxious about the empty need from the areola and anus neighborhood.
I shamefully blurted out:Give it to me…I want it… I… I want…ah… Ah…
The teacher slapped me, then gagged me with a piercing ball, before shoving a jumper ball into my buttocks and putting on a chastity belt, and I wiggled my lower limbs as hard as if I were having fun in order to get the most pleasure out of it.
A numbing pain shot through my scalp as the man tied me tighter and tighter with the twine and lifted my hair up with the thin twine. I had to strain my neck to hold my head up, but as soon as I was sore and my head was lowered my hair would be pulled, and the pain that came from it made me scream.
I was just hanging in mid-air swinging and swinging, feeling nothing but pain and pleasure and lust and empty need.
The stimulation of my areolas was unimaginable, as my breasts, also coated with the aphrodisiac, were extremely itchy and engorged, as if they were waiting for the most intense stimulation, which was exactly what my body needed at the moment.
Teacher took out the gas BB gun from the cabinet, after filling it with gas and BB bullets, he aimed at my areola and fired, one bullet hit my nipple heavily, the extreme pain made me reflexively use my hands to rub the painful area, but my hands could not move behind my back, and I cried out in pain, followed by the other side of the nipple was also shot, which had already exceeded the pleasure, and I just hated that the nerves of that organ were connected to my brain.
A series of shots were fired at my sensitive spot, and finally I fainted in orgasmic pleasure, stimulated by the intense pain.
It was a relief and anticipation to be leaving camp tomorrow, and looking out the skylight, the sky was so dark it made me feel like I was going to suffocate from the blackness.
The eight of us girls were brought into the hall, dressed in our “uniforms”, and sat in a row, writhing only. Two men brought a thick hose and without saying a word, sprayed the eight of us with water, which made us scream and struggle to the wall, twisting and crawling to escape.
The water injected strong and mercilessly sprayed on us, reddening our skin and making us cry out in pain. When the water sprayed on the face, accidentally choked, acidity straight to the head, so sad. The hemp rope was already tightly bound to the body, already uncomfortable, and after soaking in water, it was even tighter, as if it was tightly glued to the body, how to struggle to support it is useless.
As the water shot straight into the sensitive zone, the pain, along with the tingling and pleasure, hit me, making me blurry and dumbfounded, allowing the water to invade my orgasm at will.
After a quarter of an hour “bath”, the whole body early pain are red, pain and itching can not help but make me straight to tears, hands behind the back and hemp rope conflict with broken skin blood.
The coolness of the night caused eight tender bodies to shiver penitently under the water helpings. I began to shiver instinctively as I felt the droplets of water slowly sliding down from my head, getting colder and colder to the bone. The crystalline droplets, sliding down over breasts that protruded from being tightly bound by twine, stopped on nipples reflecting the light in a lewd way that made me blush.
As the men helped us remove our uniforms one by one, I immediately tightened into a ball, the temperature was really cold. A moment later, a number of chains were placed in front of us, as well as a special iron bra with an iron chastity belt.
The teacher came over and asked us to sit in a row, I sat in the fifth seat, Ling and Jen in the first two.
The teacher and a man walk over to Jen’s side and ask Jen to pick up the iron prop in front of Rei and put it on Rei. Under the coercion of the man’s whip on one side, Jen puts the iron bra on Siau Ling. Putting a lock on behind Siau Ling, she then picks up the chastity belt and has Siau Ling put it on and lock it again.
Xiao Ling showed very difficult, a pretty face also red. The man again instructed Xiao Zhen, took the chain and wrapped up Xiao Ling’s hands and feet, and then wrapped it around her neck and waist, until Xiao Ling’s whole body was almost covered with iron props.
Siau Ling could not move even when she was wrapped in the chain, her blood was not breathing well, and the weight of the iron made it difficult for her to even turn over. Zhen, on the other hand, was slowly becoming more and more addicted to the pleasure of abusing Siau Ling from her original embarrassment.
While Siau Ling was curled up on the floor in pain, the third in line, XinXin, started to “work” on Siau Zhen. One by one, we took turns enjoying the abuse, and then we were immediately abused by the one behind us.
When it was my turn to add the iron props to Huia, I actually jumped at the chance, a little shaky and a little excited, I picked up the props in front of Huia, and added them one by one to Huia’s body. When I locked the locks, the sound of “click” sounded so good and exciting to me, and the sound of collision between the chains further aroused my desire to abuse the person in front of me.
When Huia’s tightly-locked eyebrows collapsed, the sound of the chain touching the ground actually gave me a sense of accomplishment, I bent down and touched Huia’s pretty face, and quietly wiped away the tears that she couldn’t help but shed.
By now, the man behind me had told Weaver to pick up the iron bra in front of me, signaling for her to help me put it on, and I looked at Weaver with little expression.
As my straddle tightened and the chastity belt pressed tightly against my pussy, involuntarily I squirmed, realizing that the sensation of being abused had begun to titillate me into an orgasm of officialdom.
My breathing seemed harder and harder with each additional turn of the chain around my body, and by the time the last chain had completed its circle and dropped the lock, my breathing was audible to the entire hall, and my vision began to blur as I just lay groaning like a chrysalis on the floor.
When I really couldn’t stand being tied up any longer, I thought I would be untied right away, but when all eight of us, no, all eight nymphs, were curled up on the floor, the men generalized another large box of props.
Siau Ling was the first to be tied up, and had long since been unable to stand it, and was straight up yelling and moaning loudly, while the man took out a hair dryer from the box, and started blowing Siau Ling straight up with the hot air.
At the same time, the other men and the teacher took out their hair dryers and assaulted us one by one. The teacher approached me with a grim smile on his face, picked up the hair dryer and started blowing hot air on my bra. The heat was immediately spread, from my chest to my back, and through the chains to the surroundings. I couldn’t stand it and started to roll and struggle.
The teacher pressed down on me and blew hard at my right nipple, the heat gnawed relentlessly at my nerves, I wanted so badly to stall the unbearable heat with my hands but I was helplessly held under the chain.
I cried out, yelling and squirming, while the heat in my breasts continued unabated and expanded in all directions. Teacher began to shift her attack to my pussy, pouring hot air between my legs. Conducted by the hot conductor of the iron, I felt my pussy begin to burn, as if covered in hot oil, and I unconsciously wiggled my hips while the temperature continued to rise.
The chastity belt pressed straight into my pistil, and the heat devoured my tender pistil, and I was so hot that I screamed as if my soul was about to come out of my body.
In this hell, I am surrounded by darkness and unable to transcend it, so I have to live with the pain and talk about orgasms to masturbate.
fourth day
In the morning, a pain in my straddle woke me up, it was just getting light outside the window, but it was still dark around me.
Perhaps I was the first to rise, the air was quiet with only the sound of my irregular breathing, my hands still clasped around the horse’s head, my feet still being pulled by two heavy balls of iron, and my pussy only aching without any pleasure.
At this point my brain was exactly the clearest it had been in days.
The last day had finally arrived, and remembering all the abuse of the previous three days made me want to get out of here quickly. However, an indisputable desire made me reluctant to leave.
The post-breakfast activities have also been guessed seven or eight times.
Equipped with my uniform I walked with my teacher into the familiar room. The last picture left on the wall had yet to be experienced. Looking at that picture, a feeling of eagerness and impatience actually flooded my heart.
Before long, Ming was brought in as well. We looked at each other and laughed out loud. I knew that in a few moments Xiaoming was going to work with me on this final course.
The men began tying the ropes to the steel beams in the ceiling while the teacher helped us remove our uniforms, then picked up the twine and worked on Ming and me.
Teacher made me and Xiaoming stand face to face and stick together, pulled my hands back, folded my palms over my back and tied them with twine as if they were folded in obeisance. This method of tying made my hands sore and uncomfortable, because the feeling of being folded back made me feel that I would have a menstrual cramp at any time.
Xiao Ming, who was the same height as me, was similarly tied up. Immediately after that, my breasts were viciously wrapped around with twine several times, and my teacher forcefully tightened my arms and shoulders and other places firmly.
Then Xiaoming and I were forced to kneel down at the same time, both of our feet were concave upwards, the rope tied my calves tightly to my thighs, and the teacher finally tied my knees and Xiaoming’s knees together with the rope.
Two men came and tied Xiaoming and I tightly together at the waist with twine, the rope going back and forth between our waistlines dozens of times. The teacher used iron clamps on both of our nipples. Since our waists were tied tightly together and we were both in good shape, the clamps on our breasts could easily rub each other’s breasts and bring pain. Teacher took another hard ball and stuffed it into my mouth and buckled the belt behind my head. Another strip of black cloth was used to blindfold us both.
At a loss for words, the man pushes us back down and then lifts the knot near his knee upward to connect to the thick hemp rope hanging down from the ceiling.
Immediately afterward, Xiaoming and I were pulled upward, suspended head over heels. The teacher used a very long, thick, large dildo with both ends shaped the same, lubricated with saliva left from between the hard ball holes in his mouth, after which one end was inserted into my pussy, and the other end was inserted into Xiao Ming’s pussy as well.
As the big dildo was very long, Xiaoming and I had to lift our hips very hard for fear that the big dildo would penetrate too deeply. However, as we were hoisted higher and higher, the teacher turned on the power of the big dildo, and both Xiaoming and I grunted as we were stimulated by the strong and sudden vibrations.
Two palms pushed our hips, thrusting the big prick deep into my pussy and Xiao Ming’s. The strong vibration brought about an orgasm and caused my hips to swing back and forth unconsciously, and while immersed in this excitement, the blood rushing to my head and the stimulation of the iron clamps on my nipples, along with the tingles brought about by the iron clamps on Xiao Ming rubbing against me or the iron clamps on my pussy rubbing against Xiao Ming, quenched my pleasure, resulting in the need for me to work even harder to sway my hips back and forth to get even more stimulation. I had to swing my hips back and forth even harder to get more stimulation.
The men began to push us, making us swing, and the harder the men pushed, the higher we swung. Gravity triggered my fear, and the speed of the swing down made my whole body involuntarily clench, but the free-fall sensation magically doubled my pleasure, and just as fast as I could, my orgasm followed.
After lunch, we were ready to leave camp and the thought of it made us happy.
We had a great meal and it was the only time in camp that we didn’t eat in our uniforms, which made us feel so relaxed and enjoyable to eat, even though we were all naked.
After lunch, we gathered in the hall on the first floor. The eight of us girls, Xiao Yun, Xiao Ling, Xiao Zhen, Xiao Ming, Xin Xin, Weier, Shu Yi, Hui Ya, all had pleasant looks on our faces, while the twenty-four female teachers and sixteen men sat across from us, looking so friendly now, unlike the terrible looks of the previous days.
I had no aversion to them at all, but rather a few feelings of intimacy. We talked enthusiastically about the activities of the past few days, reviewed, exchanged and shared our feelings with each other.
Until we heard the car outside the door, we believed goodbye was coming.
The teacher brought our original backpacks and clothes and placed them in front of us. Just as we were about to pick up our backpacks, the men grabbed us, and although we were surprised, we did not resist.
Several teachers and men, picking up a thin translucent plastic rope, began to tighten it around my body and wrapped it tightly around my pussy and breasts, giving me a strange sensation.
Then he picked up the twine and started tying it around my body.
It was first wrapped around my neck, then down and tightly wrapped around the tops of my arms, three times along the top edge of my breasts, then around the bottom edge of my breasts, then around my waist for a tortoise shell bondage, and finally two pieces of twine were pulled in front of the small of my back, and tied in two knots at the appropriate places to press tightly around my clitoris and anus, respectively, and then wrapped around and knotted behind my back. Then my hands were tightly bound behind me.
I was uncomfortable all over, my vital sensitive places swollen with arousal and engorged with blood, and I grunted from time to time out of the side of my mouth. My teacher took out two small clamps and clenched my nipples tightly without any further ado, then slipped on the iron bra that had once been worn and locked it behind me with a lock.
The man took the black leather jacket from his uniform and slipped it around my waist and tightly against my skin. Taking another artificial dildo with replaced batteries, he inserted it into my cunt, then had me put on an iron chastity belt and locked it.
Then my teacher helped me put on stockings, a tight leather jacket, black gloves, black boots, had me put on a long black poncho jacket, and finally put the hard ball in my mouth, blindfolded me with a black cloth, and wrapped twine around my thighs several times as well. I could only be made to take one small step at a time before I was escorted to the car.
The ride was about a few hours long, my whole body was sad because of the tight bondage, while the small clamps on my nipples caused tingling and excitement, and the constant vibration of the dildo in my pussy made me come from time to time. Not being able to see or speak was both frightening and arousing, and I had no choice but to let them drive me into the unknown.
Finally, the car stops, the man takes me out and removes the black cloth that blindfolds me, and the sudden brightness makes me unable to open my eyes for a moment.
It took me a few minutes to see that it was in the alley near where I live.
The man and the teacher surrounded me and placed their backpacks at my feet, I couldn’t stand up straight next to the car while my eyes passed behind the teacher to the oncoming cars and pedestrians on the road.
The teacher said, “Let’s send you home, don’t forget what you’ve learned in the past four days! Then she kissed me on the cheek.
I suddenly blushed with nervousness and couldn’t speak as I watched the teacher and the man sit back in the car. I was so afraid of passersby seeing what I looked like. I grunted with effort and kicked at the car door as a man finally stepped out.
The man took the hard ball out of my mouth and helped me straighten out my clothes. Then he said to me, “You just have to walk home nice and carefully, and you shouldn’t be recognized.
After that, the man got in his car and left.
I, on the other hand, took one small step at a time, very carefully endured, and slowly made my way home. Each step was a test for me, because the slightest movement would directly stimulate my clitoris, not to mention the big prick that was still vibrating wildly with seemingly no inhibitions.
Walking out of the alley I was already dripping with sweat, and if I wasn’t careful I’d grunt with excitement, and though I held back, yet passersby around me were scanning my entire body with curiosity.
With tears in my eyes, humming and groaning from time to time, I walked to the door of my house with great difficulty, crumpling and swaying, my body hot and sweaty. Only to realize that there was no one at home, no way to open the door, and no way to untie myself from any of the restraints on my body.
Luckily, God helped me, there was a discarded iron table in the alley next to the building, I slowly walked over to it, and used the edge of the table to slowly rub the ropes that tightly bound my hands, it was hard to rub them off, and I was exhausted.
Finding his house keys from his backpack, he entered the house, took off his cloak and jacket, untied the twine around his thighs, took off his boots, took off his gloves, and then very painstakingly took off his tight leather jacket with the leather piece around his waist, and used scissors to cut all the ropes on his body, one by one, and drew out these annoying restraints.
However, with the iron bra and iron chastity belt on my body, the big prick in the way of the chastity belt, and the clamps on my nipples, I couldn’t get them off. The more anxious I was, the more aroused my sensitive parts became. I had to wait for the batteries of the big dildo to run out, I put on my jumpsuit and jacket, found my buddy, unlocked and undid all the restraints.
Just such a dream, whether it is a nightmare or a spring dream, finally let me break free. However, the shadow is forever in my heart, can not be erased. However, this period also brought me unprecedented orgasmic stimulation, but also in the depths of my heart.
postscript
This article is finally completed today after two years, during the period also through a lot of wind and rain, if the writing is not good please forgive me.
I would have finished it two years ago, but I didn’t have the heart to write any more because of relationship problems, employment pressures, etc., and in the past two years, there has been a lot of business, not to mention the lack of heart to finish this…novel.
No matter what, welcome friends more letters of encouragement, although I’m not often online, but I’m online to see the letter will certainly reply. Please forgive me for any inappropriate language or typos in the article.