The boss’s plaything.

(i)

My first SM experience was when I was in town doing odd jobs for a lawyer couple’s office. One day I was called into his office by my boss. He said he had looked at my E-mail and found that I had subscribed to a few e-mails about bondage on the Internet. He gave me two choices, either obey him or leave. I needed the job badly, so I chose to obey.

He immediately asked me to take my clothes off right there in the office, and when he saw that I was actually wearing garter belts, his eyes bulged out. Then he ordered me that this didn’t have to come off because he was going to do it for me himself. He told me to go into the next room, which was the conference room with a huge mahogany table.

He ordered me to climb up on the table and spread my legs as wide as possible, then he took some rope from somewhere and tied me to the table in a “big” position. The room was cold and so was the table, but he didn’t care, he just told me that my nipples were already standing up and that I seemed to like what he was doing to me. As he said this, he cupped my breasts and rubbed them desperately.

Then he climbed on top of me and ripped my garter belt stockings and it was all I could do to go home without underwear. He said he wanted to see how big I was there and he would measure it with his fingers. His fingers were very thick, and he parted my pussy lips and then pushed one finger in hard, realizing that I was still a virgin, and I could barely fit one of his fingers in there.

He couldn’t help but marvel, “What a pleasant surprise! You’re going to feel a lot of pain.” With that, he went to call his wife to come over. He told her that I was still a virgin and that he wanted her to help him and the two of them to examine me.

She gestured at my place and said I should be able to fit almost 20 centimeters of cock there. I almost fainted, over 20 centimeters, no way! She leaned over and picked up something that looked like panties with lots of cloth strips and a spiral, not sure what it was for. Then she took out a pair of artificial penises from a locker and attached them to the “panties” with a spiral, so that’s what they were for.

She leaned down and licked at my pussy, and gradually I felt it getting wet there, and then she asked my husband to hold down my shoulders, stand between my legs, and squeeze her penis in as hard as she could. What a brutal rape… My virginity was actually taken by a homosexual with an electric rod.

But it’s not over…

(ii)

The boss’s wife desperately pushed her hips up until the head of the electric rod was fully inside me. I felt like my body was going to be torn to pieces and I screamed that she was shoving something like this, which was thicker than an elephant’s penis, into my virginal and precious vagina!

She told her husband to climb over the table and shove his penis in my mouth so I couldn’t make a sound. He had what can only be described as a hairball, but this hairball filled my mouth immediately. I had never sucked a man’s cock before this! I had only read about it on the internet.

My boss probably knew what I was thinking because he wanted me to serve him with what I had learned during my work hours. He told me that he reads every one of my emails and that he knows I like it, then he added that he will punish me and that this is just the beginning.

At this point his wife was making the final stroke and finally shoved her entire cock all the way in, filling me up there. I screamed again and bit down on my boss’s cock, and at once I realized I had made a terrible mistake. He screamed too, slapping my breasts so hard they flattened, trying to make me spit them out.

At that moment her wife began to pump the electric rod in and out of me so fast that I felt myself bleeding down there, my precious virgin blood! The blood lubricated me and made it easier for her to pump it in and out.

The boss began to return to consciousness as he ordered his wife to get off of me and go to the drawer to get the clamps. As she left my body, she put the electric rod in front of me to show me that it was covered in blood and that I must have been torn up down there.

When she came back the boss took the clamps and put one on each of my breasts, I almost fainted from the pain. Then he casually picked up something that was a metal ruler and who knows who put it on the chair and started slapping my pussy, cursing as he did so, “You little bitch, I’ll let you bite me again! This is the punishment for you!”

Then he started to push a couple of fingers inside my pussy while saying to his wife, “It’s still too tight here, is there any way it can loosen up a bit?”

(iii)

I think I’m pretty loose there after all that ravaging I just did, and I’m starting to regret the choices I made initially, when I had a chance to get away with it. I knew on the internet that there were three types, but as a plaything, there was probably no one like me.

The wife said, “Turn her over and try her anus. My anus can hold a bigger prick in front of it when it’s inserted.”

With that she grabbed my hands and my boss grabbed my legs and rolled me over and re-tied me. I realized that my anus was now all exposed and I just wished they wouldn’t do that.

The boss brought three phone books and padded them on my stomach, I groaned as my hips were forced up and the edges of the phone books cut me a little. The boss untied my legs again and dragged me, along with the phone books I was holding down, to the edge of the table where my breasts rubbed against it. Then he tied my legs to the legs of the table and my lower half was completely suspended. He pulled off his shorts and his penis popped out, it was at least 30 centimeters long and almost 8 centimeters in diameter, yet he said he wasn’t fully erect.

He had his wife suck on it in her mouth for a while until it was fully erect. Oh my God, he was going to penetrate me with this thing! He came up behind me, spread my legs so that my lower body was completely exposed, and then put his cock in my pussy, parted the labia with it, and poked it in so far that I felt like it would come out of my throat.

He began to pump rhythmically while grabbing my hair and lifting my head up, saying, “You’re the best I’ve ever fucked, and from now on you have to come over as soon as I call, understand?”

All I could do was say yes. That’s when he ejaculated.

(iv)

It was finally over and I decided to call in sick tomorrow and find over another job. When he left my body, it was as if he knew what I was thinking and ordered his wife to bring over a bowl of cool water, a tube and towels.

He inserted the tube into my cunt and washed out the cum, then put his hands on my hips, one finger still in my slit, and then gestured for his wife to bring me something I didn’t see.

He put his hand on my stomach and I felt a chain around it but didn’t know what it was and I started to struggle as I knew it was definitely not something good. He slapped my hips hard, while at the same time and his wife passed something between my legs until my pussy was completely covered, and then snapped it to the chain around my waist, and I heard the sound of a lock being put on.

They made me stand up, turn around, and stand in front of the mirror, and I finally saw what they had done. They put a chastity belt on me and locked it from behind. He told me to get dressed and sit down, my panties had been torn by him so I had to sit on the cold leather chair with my bare bottom, the chastity belt sunk deep into my flesh.

He explained that as he had begun to say, I would be their plaything, and they were going to play every trick in the book on me. My office would be moved between his and his wife’s offices so that they could call on me whenever they wanted.

(v)

I returned home and attempted to remove the chastity belt and chains, realizing that I simply could not. Occasional entertainment would have been fine, but I couldn’t imagine living like this all the time in the future, and boundless fear flooded my mind. However, with the chastity belt on, I had no choice but to continue to go to work.

At night, the ringing of the phone woke me from my sleep. I heard a woman’s voice: “We’re in bed, discussing what to do with you next, it’s so exciting.” I couldn’t sleep anymore.

At 9:00 a.m., I came to the office as usual and started my daily work. at 11:00 a.m., the phone rang: “It’s time to report to my wife’s office.” Why her wife’s office? I wondered because I had never been there.

I arrived in her office, she was sitting behind her desk, when she saw me come in she raised herself slightly and told me to come closer and stand between her legs, with my back against the desk. She undid my blouse and removed my bra, then my skirt, and the panties that covered my chastity belt. She ordered me to never wear panties again, and that I must remain naked for the sake of my Master and Mistress.

Then she ordered me to turn around and lie on the desk with my breasts pressed against the stapler, pens and other office supplies. She unlocked the chastity belt with a key and removed it, then she said she wanted to check the moisture level of my labia. I was still dry there and she looked rather disappointed and said to me, “I can’t believe we overlooked that.” I didn’t know what to say to that and she said to me, “Answer me, I’m talking to you! Little bitch.” I had to answer, “No, Mistress.”

She added, “Luckily, we have six hours to remedy the situation. You’re not allowed to leave today until you get excited and wet there.”

Then she called her husband and told him we were ready for him to check in. As soon as he entered, he pushed a button and two sets of shackles dangled from the ceiling.

He told me to stand up and put two clamps on my nipples. This time the clamps had two extra small chains hanging down from my crotch, and he pulled on them and dragged me over to where the shackles were falling from the ceiling and told his wife to cuff my hands and feet.

Then he began to examine my teeth, nose, eyes, ears, breasts (he tugged on the chain, one at a time, the other at a time), navel and vagina. When he got to the vagina, he said, “These hairs are in the way, you have to shave them off.”

He brought a razor and soapy water and began shaving my body hair. After the surface shaving, he first picked up two clamps with heavy chains attached to them. He clamped the clamps to my pussy lips and the chains were spared from my hips to my behind and attached so that my pussy lips were torn apart.

He then said, “Don’t move, I don’t want to shave what we still want to stay and play with.” He then began to shave the inside of my labia, while one of his fingers remained on my clitoris, slowly stimulating it.

(vi)

He signaled his wife to crouch over my crotch and place both hands on my hips as my lower body was forced to squeeze against her lips.

My bottom was now completely exposed, she put her nose to my clitoris, buried her head between my legs, licked her tongue from the bottom of the slit upwards, then stopped at the clitoris, sucking desperately like a child with a pacifier, and at the same time shoved two fingers into my cunt, and screamed excitedly: “She’s getting wet here, she’s getting wet! She’s getting wet!”

The boss pushed her out of the way as soon as he could, shoved his chubby fingers in, tried them, and said, “Not bad, but not enough. She is stimulated by you, not reacting to the pain. I want her to get aroused by the pain as well, first the pain, then the pleasure.”

He pulled a small blow dryer out of the cabinet behind me, shoved the red nozzle in my there and turned it on. I felt the gas rush in and my whole body shuddered as my pussy went dry again. That’s when he stuck his finger in again, but it was hard enough to get it in, and I screamed in pain, only to hear him say, “You can start again.”

He went to get something from the cabinet again, and I looked nervously at what was inside. When he saw me craning my head to look, he said to me, “You want to see our collection don’t you? Well, I’ll show you.” He turned me around and I saw that there were all sorts of vibrators in there – thick and thin, long and short, smooth and uneven surfaces; all sorts of clips that could be clamped to any part of the body; razors, lancets, cigarettes, alcohol, belts, and something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

He took out a thick vibrator, estimated to be the same thickness as yesterday’s, about 20 centimeters. He shoved the vibrator effortlessly into his wife’s vagina and said to me, “Look how wet she is here! I hope you leave today as wet as this.” He ordered his wife to remove the vibrator and inserted it into my lower body.

It wasn’t very painful to enter because it was covered in her bodily fluids. She started turning the vibrator while thrusting it in, and when it was all the way inside me, I suddenly felt that the vibrator was not quite the same as yesterday’s because it had a handle on it.

The Master called out, “That’s enough.” He came over and put a strap on the handle of the vibrator and lifted it upward with such force that the vibrator sank so deep into my cunt that it could now no longer slip out. He ordered his wife to unshackle it, then lifted the strap and dragged me around the room a few times, then took a board from his wife and spanked my ass as soon as I moved a little slower.

I was shaved clean down there, to which I was still very uncomfortable, and felt very uncomfortable walking, especially with a foreign object inserted into my lower body and dragging me around. By the time he was satisfied with my walking, my ass was already hot and painful to touch.

It was now 2:00 p.m. and my master decided that he wanted to give me a gynecological exam. He dragged me naked across the hall to another room that looked like a laboratory. I never knew there was such a room in the office, a room with a chair, operating table for gynecology and obstetrics, sink, faucet, pommel horse, inverted pommel horse, treadmill, pulleys, refrigerator, and other things I had never seen before.

He ordered me to sit up in the chair and tied my arms to the back of the chair and my feet to the corners of the chair, then he unclipped the clamps from my labia and the blood flowed back in, causing me to feel doubly sore. He put one hand on my head and pressed my head back, then pulled my hair and tied it into a ponytail and secured it to the back of the chair so that I couldn’t move my head and see what he was going to do.

Then he yanked on the strap attached to the vibrator and pulled it out. He took a pair of latex gloves out of nowhere, put them on, and like a gynecologist, he spread my pussy lips, put one finger in, then a second, and poked it back and forth. He then showed me his fingers, which were covered in my bodily fluids, and he put them in his mouth and said, “Taste yourself!”

He felt satisfied: “That’s a good start, I didn’t give you a thrill and I wasn’t very gentle, but you’re still wet there. A little more work before we go home and I think we’re almost there.”

(vii)

He took a popsicle out of the fridge and handed it to his wife, who knelt between my legs, inserted it, and then pumped it in and out as if it were an electric rod, all the while rubbing her clit. The boss pulled down his shorts again and told me to open my mouth and take his manhood. I held on to the last bit of shame I had, and I was reluctant to do so.

“How dare you reject me!” He growled, “Very well, let’s see what I can do to you.” He walked over to his wife, who was stabbing me there with a popsicle stick. He tied the small chains attached to the clamps that were on my nipples to the chair and my nipples were being tugged in severe pain, which was exacerbated by the fact that each thrust of the popsicle made me have to move my whole body.

I couldn’t stand the pain. He came over to me again and pulled his manhood out and shoved it down my throat, he warned me that if I dared to bite down any more he would take my life. Then he began to thrust in and out of my mouth in rhythm with his wife, and I felt like my breasts were going to be ripped open.

He finally ejaculated in my mouth and then pinched my nose so that I had to swallow all the cum. Meanwhile the popsicle was almost completely melted off and it was like my lower body was frozen.

She then inserted a 30cm electric rod into me, taped it up and told me to lie on my back on the pommel horse, tied up with my buttocks sticking back, she picked up a board and started to spank my buttocks. The electric rod vibrated inside me, and my whole body couldn’t help but tense up. She smiled at me and said, “Isn’t that a bit surprising? This electric rod can sense the power of the outside world, every time I whip it will vibrate, the stronger the whip, the faster the vibration. Isn’t that fun?”

She continued to pump and I felt soaked down there, my pleasure was growing and I just wished the electric wand wouldn’t stop. Even though I had never had an orgasm before, I knew I wasn’t far from one now.

But just then the boss said, “Stop.” She stopped, and the electric wand stopped vibrating.

(viii)

I had an indescribable feeling in mine now, not knowing what it was but knowing full well that I was not far from my goal. When she stopped, I felt like all my organs were still vibrating and I felt like I was on the verge of having to break down.

He came over to me, kicked my legs, spread them apart, ripped off the tape and removed the electric rod, then he and his wife laughed almost simultaneously. He put the rod in front of me and saw the slime dripping down in a thin line. He said to me, “A few more strokes and you’ll have an orgasm, but right now we’re going to dry you off there so you can go home.”

He picked up another wet shirt, twisted it into a small roll, inserted it into my pussy, then immediately pulled it out, then took out the blow dryer and dried me out there again. This time he was careful to avoid touching my clit.

I was shaking the whole time he untied me and told me to get dressed. When I was dressed, he reached into my shirt and removed the clamps that were on my nipples, then ordered me to bend over the table and shoved something like a ball underneath me before putting on a chastity belt and locking it in place, and then told me to be on time for work tomorrow.

As I started to walk, I felt the little balls inside me shimmering and vibrating, so it looked like it was going to be a rough night again. When he saw that I had no bra and my breasts were still erect, he put his palms back up and stroked them as he said, “That’s fascinating!” Her wife also came over and put her hand up my skirt and rubbed my pussy through the chastity belt while saying, “I like it better here.”

On the way home, I literally thought I was going to die, the little balls vibrating inside me, making my whole body sore and numb, but in a way that I can’t describe.

(ix)

All night I was tormented by this feeling but couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to masturbate with my hand, but I couldn’t put it in through the chastity belt. All night I was on the verge of having a breakdown, but the stimulation didn’t get to that point.

I couldn’t wait to get back to the office on Friday, hoping for satisfaction. But I walked into the office and my boss’s wife was at the copier, she looked at my bottom and made a face at me.

I sat down in my seat, my whole body was hard. The owner came over, he took off my blouse and put his hands on my breasts: “Great, nipples are still hard, you had a good night last night, right?” With that, he put two alligator clips on them (two clips connected by a small chain), grabbed the chain and lifted it upwards, I had to get out of my seat, leaving a puddle of wetness on the seat. He reached down and nudged the wet liquid, then put it in his mouth: “Yummy, that’s delicious.” Then he dragged me to the “lab”.

He ordered me to undress, grabbed me by the ankles, removed the chastity belt and reached in to pull out the ball, telling me as he did so that it had become sticky and slippery. It was so hard to get it out that he ordered me to lie down on the operating table again and strip naked himself.

This was the first time I had seen his completely naked body. Her wife walked in and stripped naked as well. They were a perfect match, the man had a huge manhood like I had never seen before and the woman had huge, huge tits like I had never seen before.

She put her hand on my head and secured it in that groove underneath my head, and grabbed a brush and put my hair in a ponytail and tied it on a hook above the groove.

He took hold of my legs and secured them to the stirrups until they could no longer move, then he moved the stirrups so that my legs were completely spread and lifted up so that all of my bottom was exposed.

She picked up a syringe and inserted it roughly into my lower body, and since I was already so wet there, the syringe went in effortlessly. All I felt was a stream of liquid shooting into my body and then being pumped out again.

She washed my bottom like this, removed the syringe and sprinkled some more spice on my pussy.

Then she walked over to her husband and held his manhood in her cleavage, poking it back and forth while slowly walking over to me so that I could see it more clearly. I could see that the manhood was slowly getting erect, and when it was fully erect, the boss walked between my legs, spread my pussy lips, and forcefully inserted the manhood, “Oh…” I couldn’t help but moan. After a night of torture, there was now finally a filling there.

He moved faster and faster and I felt more and more aroused, my breasts kept swaying with his movements. The boss’s wife, on the other hand, kept rubbing my clit with her hand, and I was so excited that I almost passed out. Then a warm current rose up from my belly, my loins and eyes ached, and I ejaculated for the first time in my life, I never knew the taste was so intoxicating. Then I felt another hot shot in the center of my flower, and my whole body convulsed uncontrollably, limp and without any strength at all.

(x)

Slowly I regained my senses, and the boss pulled his penis out and said to me, “Do you know what just happened?” I just feel my cheeks burning, want to say but can not say. He added, “This is the first time you’ve been tied up and had sex with someone else and had an orgasm. You’re mine now, I can do whatever I want.”

“Now I’m going to try another hole.” With that, he inserted a finger into my anus and immediately pulled it out again. The position I was in literally made me scream with shame. He had already caused me so much pain by inserting just one finger that I shuddered to think what else he would do. But right away I knew.

He untied my legs and then my hands as well, cupping one breast in one hand while sucking on the other like a baby and signaling his wife to get the next tool of conditioning ready. She quickly told her husband it was all ready and the boss grabbed the chain between my breasts and hauled me up off the table and pushed me onto the pommel horse.

I noticed that the pommel horse had been moved to one of the drains in the room and wondered why that was.

He took out a pair of padded handcuffs, cuffed my hands and secured them to the floor at the other end of the pommel horse, where I was forced to lie on my back with my buttocks high in the air. He then cuffed both of my feet with two cuffs as well, and tied them to both legs at this end of the pommel horse with two lengths of rope, leaving my lower body completely open and helpless to resist. I had a hunch that they must be hitting on my anus.

She brought an infusion bag filled with water, a long hose, and a hollow stick. She dripped some more olive oil into the bag and shook the bag, only to see the bag fog up, so it was filled with hot water. Then she opened the seal of the bag and inserted the hollow bar inside and attached it to the hose. She had been standing in front of me the whole time doing this, purposely trying to make sure I could see it, then she put the hose on my shoulders and pulled it all the way down to my hips. She pulled my breasts out again so they weren’t pressed against the pommel horse by myself.

She took another long, thin pencil-like thing out of the cabinet with what looked like a plug at one end and threads etched into it. She came up behind me and my boss spread my ass cheeks wide open and she immediately inserted the hose into my anus. She poked the hose all the way in until she couldn’t get it in any further and it felt like it had gone into my rectum. When my boss let go, my buttocks came back together and clamped down on the hose, and she began to let the liquid from the IV bag drip down. It turned out that they were actually giving me a bowel cleansing! The hot water ran down my shoulders, over my back and between my buttocks into my anus.

The hot water mixed with the oil entered my body and brought a pain that I couldn’t stand, only to feel it flowing. Finally the bag seemed to run out of water and the owner immediately pulled out the tube, letting it dangle between my legs, and inserted the pencil-like object into my anus again. It was the thin end that went in first, and I screamed as he pushed the thicker end in as hard as he could.

(xi)

I realized it was a plug because he started twisting and twisting and twisting.

Then he started licking my neck, back, ass, and knelt down to lick my breasts again while unclipping the clamps on them and rubbing them hard while rocking me back and forth. He said this way he could get my anus loose and clean enough to cooperate with their next plan.

He kept shaking, and I started to feel my heart skip a beat, wondering when this nightmare would be over. The urge to poop was getting worse and worse, but with the plug in my anus, I couldn’t get it out. Finally he stood up and walked away, but on his way out he gave me a hard twist on my breasts and a bite on my neck.

My wife came behind me and put her hand on my lower back and said, “It’s a little wet, I don’t know if it’s her pee or if it’s just excitement.” She grabbed me by the ponytail and lifted my head up and asked, “Little slut, tell us exactly what we are?” I answered honestly that I was wet because I was excited.

She released the anal plug and I couldn’t control myself any longer and the contents of my stomach immediately leaked out in a frenzy. I thought I was going to be punished again, but to my surprise she said it was normal because they put the plug in deep. With that she grabbed a faucet and rinsed my bottom. When they felt it was completely clean, they did the same thing again, and this time all I had left was water.

They moved me to a chaise longue, which was used for some unknown purpose, and could recline at least three persons, like not  steel, with a hard leather pillow planted on it.

They tied my hands to the arms of the chair, lifted my legs up and pushed them straight up to my shoulders, tying them to the beams above the chair, and my back was lying right on the leather pillows so that my pussy and asshole buds were completely exposed. They pressed a switch somewhere and the back of the chair began to sink while the chair slowly rose up until it stopped at the boss’s waist.

He put his hand on my pussy and I noticed that he was wearing a small machine on his hand. He placed two fingers on the nub of my pussy, flipped the switch on the machine, and his hand began to vibrate, effortlessly causing me to leak several times in a row.

(xii)

Her wife stood on this side of my head, grinning wickedly, and sat up, running her nails over me, and it was only then that I noticed that she was holding a needle in her hand, with some yellow liquid on the tip. The boss’s hand stopped at that point, but her fingers were still on my nub rubbing it. She dripped the liquid from the needle into my asshole bud, while saying to her husband, “Everything is ready, enjoy!”

I was shocked to see my boss spread my ass cheeks hard again and place his manhood on my asshole bud. His wife stood up and got on top of me, her pussy pressed against my face, her face resting right on my pussy, and took my nub in her mouth.

Just heard the boss said to her: “I’ll fill it up, you just eat it slowly!” Said the penis inserted into my ass bud, she began to ruthlessly in my pussy sucking up, as if they were their own breakfast, one side of the sucking, but also from time to time to bite a little.

As my boss thrust, I couldn’t help but moan: “Ah… ah…” My mouth opened involuntarily, right into her sitting pussy, and she shifted her lower body so that my mouth sank deep into it. She pinched me and said, “You’d better be careful, or you’ll get it!” I had to start licking her pussy.

Slowly, she was getting wet down there as well, lewd water all over my face, and she put her clit up to my nose and pressed on it rubbing it desperately, then she screamed out in excitement.

My anus felt like it was on fire, and the boss said as he pumped in and out, “It’s a good thing my wife lubricated you so well with cooking oil, otherwise you’d be bleeding, you should thank her.” He kept on pistoning and the pain was so intense that I almost passed out.

Even though her wife was desperately trying to stimulate my pussy, I was now feeling no pleasure at all, just a sense that I was suffering. She nibbled on my pussy nucleus and inserted a finger into my there, then a second, and finally a third, and then stirred it inside, and I could even feel her fingers rubbing her husband’s manhood against the diaphragm inside. The boss couldn’t control it any longer and exploded inside me.

He pulled out his prick with a “pfft” and took his wife off me, and I saw him holding it up and telling me to lick it clean. There were traces of blood on it, mixed with his semen, and it was red and white and obscene.

He thrust his yang into my mouth, grabbed my cheeks and ordered me to lick them clean with my tongue.

(xiii)

The prick gave off an unpleasant odor that made me feel a pang in my heart. Although I had sucked his prick a few days ago and even swallowed his semen, I didn’t want to do that at all now, because it had blood stuck to it from my body and brought me immense pain. But I had no choice, I felt like I had become a slut.

I took it in my mouth and licked it clean as he grabbed my ponytail and shook my head back and forth. God, are all men’s things this horrible?

They have gotten a little crazy. She said they were going to send me home and come back to work on Saturday, but it didn’t seem good to work overtime on the weekend, so they decided to take me home and bring me back to the office on Monday.

I kept screaming, “No! No…” I struggled desperately. I knew that if I went back with them, I would fall into an abyss of doom.

My boss pinned me down in the sink, grabbed a wet shirt and stuffed it into my mouth, then tied a rope around my head a couple times so I couldn’t make a sound anymore. At the same time she twisted my hands behind my back and tied them together. They dragged me to another room and pinned me to a chair where she inserted an electric rod in my lower body and secured it with tape again.

Then they ordered me to stand up and the boss picked up the speed controller, which had three switches on it. He pressed the first switch and the electric rod immediately vibrated wildly inside me. “This will keep you honest. Right away we’ll go back together.” He said to me.

They began to dress and I stood there, my hair tightly tied back in a ponytail, naked, with an electric rod held in place with duct tape in my lower body.

When he was dressed, the boss pulled out two intimidatingly large clamps. They were the kind of clamps used for documents, made of two wide pieces held tightly together, with bolts at each end to hold them in place. He lifted my breasts and pulled me over to him, signaling my wife to hold me tight around the waist, broke the clamps apart, snapped them onto my nipples, and then tightened the bolts on both ends. I wanted to scream in pain, but my mouth was gagged, so I couldn’t scream, and tears were streaming out of my eyes without realizing it.

He leaned in close to me and licked the tears from my cheeks, then put a Xiang Xiang dog collar around my neck and fitted a leash over it, then he opened the door and led me out like a pet and up the elevator. It was their private elevator that went straight to the private parking lot below. It was still very cold and I was still naked.

Their driver was standing at the elevator entrance waiting and didn’t seem at all shocked to see me.

He didn’t move to open the door of the car, the windows were opaque, there was no way to see from the outside to come inside.

Mistress got into the car first and ordered me to sit next to her. The driver then reached out and squeezed my buttocks. I tried to struggle, but my boss scolded me and told me not to move. I shook my head desperately: “No…” He immediately pressed the switch on the speed controller, and the electric rod inside me vibrated wildly again. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and all I could do was to let the driver’s hands run all over my body, my neck, my shoulders, my waist, kissing my breasts, and rubbing the tape that held the electric strap-on in place.

I kept sobbing and let him push me into the car and give me five more hard slaps on my ass as my boss had instructed. I sat down next to my boss’s wife and then my boss got in.

(xiv)

The car started up. I was afraid that someone might see me now my boss was holding my right leg in his lap; his wife was holding my left leg in her lap. Her hand was on my pussy, slowly tearing off the tape. It would have been fine if she had ripped it off in one hand, but tearing it slowly like this only added to the pain I felt as it stuck to the new growth of body hair. I squirmed, but they held my legs down so tightly that I couldn’t move at all.

By the time the tape was removed, we were already out of town. The driver was looking back from time to time, and with my bottom fully exposed to him, I tried to bring my legs together, and my boss slapped me hard and bellowed, “There’s no need to do that!”

They stroked my pussy, rubbed their fingers on it, flipped the switch on the electric wand, pushed it in and pulled it out, and I held my breath because it looked like I was going to leak again. At that point the boss took the electric wand out, but the two men still didn’t remove their hands, the boss pinched a piece of my pussy lips and asked his wife, “You like this piece don’t you?”

“Of course!”

The boss smiled at me : “We’ll have to figure out how to deal with it, you’ll see when the time comes.” His sinister smile made me wince.

We came to a villa. It was a lonely villa, with an eerie atmosphere everywhere, giving the impression that you could only find such a house in a horror novel.

A maid opened the front door and the driver got out, opened the door and dragged me from the car. It was cold outside and I was still standing naked in the yard. I was shivering from the cold and I didn’t realize how many pairs of eyes were watching me.

They pushed me up the marble steps and into the villa, which also had a marble floor.

I was pushed up to the third floor, which was a completely different world. The room was very spacious, with a lot of equipment: in one corner of the room there was a toilet, a drain, a washbasin and a shower faucet, like in their office; in the room there were pulleys, wooden horses, cages, tongs, a fireplace, a stand, and wooden poles, and in the corners of the room there were two naked men, with frighteningly large pricks, bigger than the boss’s I’d ever seen before. The room also had a gynecological operating table, a large iron table, an altar-like thing with a wooden cross sticking out of it, and chairs just like the ones in the office. A cabinet sat on the floor, the door was locked, I didn’t know what was in it, but I was sure that soon they would let me know.

They told me to get down on the table and not to move around or they would have me punished. Then they left and I was left alone, but I didn’t dare move at all, my bound arms were sore and numb.

(xv)

Gradually the inside of the room darkened and suddenly something (or someone) broke my legs and inserted their prick into me. They grabbed my head and started pumping it inside me. I was not at all prepared for this, I was dry there, but I knew that it made no difference to them, I was just a plaything for them to play with if they wanted to.

I could feel that this wasn’t the boss, because the boss had a bigger prick and the one inside was shorter and smaller than his. The man didn’t say a word, he just kept jerking and jerking, not knowing when he would stop. After a long time, I felt him start to make a final stroke, with one finger still shoved up my anus, and then he came inside me and was gone so immediately that I couldn’t get a good look at him.

A few minutes later the owner and his wife walked in and when they saw me they both laughed and said they were going to discipline the maids and whoever ended up playing would have to clean up after me.

They untied the ropes tied to my arms, which slowly regained their senses. The contents of my mouth were taken out and the clamps on my nipples were removed. Then they took me to the bathroom and made me defecate in front of them and take a shower. There wasn’t a single towel in the bathroom, and when I was done rinsing, they ordered me to stand in front of the fireplace to dry my body.

Then they ordered me to lie down on the wooden horse. The wooden horse was like an upside down “V”, they tied my hands, hoisted me up, pulled my body up so that my feet were just on the ground, and then lowered my body onto the wooden horse. It was horrible! The sharp corners of the wooden horse stuck just enough to separate the lips of my pussy and wedge themselves in my slit.

They continued to lower my body down until I landed on my feet.

They started whipping my legs and I had to move on the wooden horse, it hurt so much! I suspected I had been cut there. They told me that I had to be good and stand like this for the next three hours, and that they were going to dine with a couple of guests before coming back, and with that they turned off the lights and left.

I struggled, my toes couldn’t support me for long, and every time my body fell, my pussy felt like it was being cut with knives. By the time they came back in, I was bruised and battered down there.

(xvi)

The owner walked in with another couple and they looked me over carefully, the owner turned my pussy over so they could see the effects of the punishment, I think I was already red and swollen there. They hoisted me up a little and inserted two fingers into my bottom and I moaned in agony.

The owner then told me that this was my punishment for not obeying them this afternoon, and said that he was pumping his fingers in and out. I begged, “Please spare me! I won’t dare to do it again.”

He pulled out his fingers and took his guest to undress. I thought I had misheard him, what did he want the guest to undress for?

When they came back in, all four were naked and I realized what they wanted.

One of the men untied me and placed me on an iron table, which was cold and had a rough surface. I struggled desperately, but to no avail, as they tied my limbs to the corners of the table, and my body was opened up in a “wide” shape, the muscles of my body being stretched and strained.

They brought four large candles and lit them, and the room was filled with an eerie atmosphere. The women all came over and scrutinized my lower body carefully, they grabbed both labia and pulled them outward with great force, then pierced my pussy nucleus with a needle, then suddenly let go, the labia popped back and I cried out in pain.

The boss gagged a gag ball and tied it behind my head so I could no longer make a sound but whimper. “Your mouth can’t be empty tonight.” The boss said.

The owner’s guest brought a long thin rope, and his wife held one of my breasts from the root, and then he tied the rope to the root of the breast and wound it round and round, so that at last the breast stood up like a pyramid on my breast, the tip of the tower turning a purplish-black color, and the thin rope sinking into the root of the breast, again like a gourd. They did as they had done and tied the other breast in this way.

Mistress brought a riding crop and lashed it directly at my two disembodied breasts as my eye frames filled with tears again. Her friend, on the other hand, was constantly stimulating my nub, occasionally flicking the pin that was stuck in it.

After forty strokes, Mistress finally stopped.

(xvii)

By this time my upper body was rolling. She asked her husband and friend to touch it too.

The boss instructed his wife’s friend to put his fingers in my lower body, while he and the male guests put their hands on my breasts. While rubbing, my wife’s friend suddenly said: “Ouch! Here she pinched my finger a little! Her inside is so flexible, whoever inserted it will be clamped by her!” Said quickly withdrew his finger.

The owner said at this point that he could let me down. They untied me but then pushed me to the chain that hung down from the ceiling. The chain rested on a pulley and they spread my arms apart, tied them to the chain, pulled the pulley and my body rose again until my lower body was parallel to the men’s. Then they chained my legs to the pulleys on the floor and spread them apart. My breasts were still bound and burning hot, I dropped my head only to see that my areolas had spread out and were almost half the size of my hand and my nipples were always upright.

Mistress put another electric rod on her lower body at this time, it was thirty centimeters long, almost 2-5 centimeters thick at the tip, and 8 centimeters when it reached the bottom. She seemed to have dripped some lubricant on it, and I felt slightly more relieved, because that electric rod was really too thick, and if I didn’t drizzle lubricant on it, I would definitely get squeezed there.

My lower body was clamped on two clamps, ripped to the sides, so she easily inserted the electric rod into my body, began to thrust, when I suddenly felt my lower body as if burned like a general pain. Seeing my expression, she laughed out loud and said, “Sorry, I’m using dry ice.” While saying this, she kept on pumping. At the same time, I felt someone standing behind me, I turned my head to see that it was her friend, also wearing an electric rod, just a little smaller than hers. My anus was immediately penetrated by this electric rod.

They took turns pumping, one pulling out and the other thrusting in, and I could feel the two electric rods rubbing inside me. My body was slowly getting excited, and soon I was about to give out, at which point they immediately pulled out, and I felt the two flesh holes still opening and closing from the excitement, and I couldn’t control myself, while the sensation like fire in my vagina was still very strong.

The boss and his guest took a long whip and began to whip my buttocks, one on the left, the other on the right, in quick succession. I tried to beg them to stop beating, but my mouth was gagged and I couldn’t speak. After a long time they stopped and threw down the whip, the guest stood in front of me and I felt my boss standing behind me. The guest unclipped the clamps on his labia, he said he preferred the feeling of them rubbing on his prick, and with that he inserted them. I was so sensitive there now, it felt like his prick was much bigger than the boss’s.

Instead, the boss spread my buttocks and inserted his fingers into my anus, turning them inside, before withdrawing them after a while, grabbing my hips, and thrusting his prick in. The first pain was unbearable, but as they thrust back and forth, the pleasure gradually came back.

The boss put his hand on the bottom of my belly, twisted the nucleus and rubbed it, at the same time his friend bit my nipple, I was tortured by the pain and pleasure, but I could not help but let out. I heard his friend say, “That’s so good! It burns me!” Said I felt his thing suddenly become harder, and then a hot stream of spray to my flower center, burning my whole body shivering. He groaned in satisfaction and pulled out.

Seeing this, the boss also pulled his prick out and ordered his wife to suck it for him. She sucked her husband’s prick, up and down, and held the two little balls in her hands. The boss looked at me and smiled at me and said, “I’ll give you these next time!” He said and ejaculated in his wife’s mouth.

(xviii)

They put me down and I just felt so sore and weak that I couldn’t move a muscle, so I could only be at their mercy like a doll. They put me on a table and brought me a shower gel and a thin tube, then they untied the ropes that bound my breasts, and all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my breasts again. I tried to turn over, but they immediately pressed down on me so I couldn’t move.

They rubbed me all over with body lotion, then inserted a Y-shaped hose into my vagina and the other into my anus, then flipped a switch and rinsed me off inside and out with warm water, then dried me off with a large towel and applied skin lotion all over my body.

They led me to a corner of the room where there was a large metal cage with a toilet, bed, a chair, and a TV. They opened the cage door and pushed me in, telling me to get some rest because there was a good show coming up tomorrow.

The cage door was locked again and I was left naked in the cage.

I lie down, my thoughts have become intermittent, I can only think of what they have done to me. As I thought about it, I couldn’t help but bring my hand down to my lower body, and just as I put my fingers in, I heard a voice say, “No masturbation without permission! Otherwise we’ll tie your hands up again. Only we can touch there.”

I realized then that they were still watching me and I had no privacy in front of them. I had to curl up and fell fast asleep.

(xix)

The next morning I woke up suddenly, someone was grabbing my legs and dragging me out of bed, it turned out to be my boss and his friends, I was in a daze and came back to reality. They dragged me to a sculpture and ordered me to get on my knees and straddle the sculpture, which had a huge phallus. The boss’s friend went to the other end of the sculpture and roughly grabbed my arms and dragged me over so that I had to hug the sculpture before the boss cuffed them.

I looked up and saw the huge dildo right in my face, sculpted very realistically, with two testicles underneath like a real person. They said that my morning lesson was to learn how to suck a man’s prick, so I was ordered to take that dildo in my mouth and lasso it. I had to open my mouth and hold the glans of the dildo.

The boss walked behind me, pulled my hair and said, “Open your mouth wider!” Said my head pressed down, and then raised: “Lips should be tightly wrapped around it, and remember to suck it when up and down the sleeve.” He pressed my head down repeatedly, then raised it again: “Yes, that’s it…”

“Now head down a little further, lick his balls and take them in your mouth.” Once I had the balls in my mouth, I realized that they weren’t rocks, but leather pouches that had been put into little balls that bobbed around under the shaft. As I sucked on them, I felt that they were covered with some hard hairs, just like real ones, and they stung my mouth.

“Take them in your mouth, hold your head up a little… don’t forget to suck… well, then suck the dildo. You do that for an hour, and later we’ll let you try the real thing.”

They found two large leather chairs and sat down, crossed their legs and went off talking to themselves. I noticed that they had their hands on their pricks as they talked. I kept cupping it, and as soon as I stopped to catch my breath, they reprimanded me, ordering me to concentrate on what I was doing.

An hour had passed, by which time their dildos were almost as stiff as this sculpture’s. I felt as if my mouth was hurting a little from all the lashing. The boss’s friend came over to me, untied my hands and ordered me to crawl over to the boss while he stuck his finger in my anus behind me and pushed me forward.

When I came between the boss’s legs, his prick was standing straight up, and the boss pointed to his prick, I sighed inwardly. The boss saw my hesitation and immediately slapped me twice and pointed to his prick again.

I lowered my head and began to work his prick as they had taught me. He kept ordering me to go faster and faster and I didn’t think I could go any faster. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and down so fast I couldn’t catch my breath. Finally he came, holding me down for dear life until he swallowed all the cum.

Then he dragged me over to my friend, held my head down, and put my mouth back on my friend’s cock. He told me to take my time with it and tongue the little eye on top, which I found much easier. After a while, he came in my mouth too, ordering me to swallow it all. His stuff didn’t taste quite the same as the boss’s either; the boss’s was slightly sweet while his was salty.

(xx)

Then they went to breakfast. They put a leash on my neck ring and led me out into the first floor yard, where their wives were already starting to eat, and there were five sets of dishes on the table. It was a glass table, and through the tabletop you could see clearly down below.

My boss led me to a dark wooden chair and ordered me to sit on it. I looked down to see a dildo standing up like a mountain in the middle of the chair, 30 centimeters long and almost 8 centimeters in diameter. Mistress’s friend came over, put some lubricant on the dildo, adjusted the position and then ordered me to sit on it.

I was not even halfway through when the pain became too much for me and I stopped. Seeing this, the lady client said to her husband, “It seems that she is reluctant to sit down…” Her husband immediately came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, so I said, “Let me do it myself, I’ll do it myself…” She laughed and said, “It’s too late! It’s too late!” As she was saying this, her husband pushed my body down until my buttocks were sitting on the chair. I wailed in pain, sweat and tears sliding down my face.

Ignoring my screams, she knelt down and tied my legs to the legs of the chair so that the dildo stabbed deeper. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t breathe and opened my mouth, gasping for air. She tied my hands behind my back again, then squeezed the other end of the strap holding the neck ring under my pussy and ordered me to eat something.

I had completely lost my appetite by this point, but I knew it was only ten o’clock and if I didn’t eat, I didn’t know how I was going to get through the day.

They sat down again and continued to eat while the female guest tilted her head sideways to my side and told the owner and hostess that she had improved the chair a bit. She told her husband to drag me away with the chair so everyone could see, then she removed the strap that was under my pussy, put in something that looked like a bowl, flipped a switch on the chair, and what was inserted in me immediately moved.

The owner and hostess raved about it, especially about the idea of putting in that bowl, because then the love juices coming out of my bottom wouldn’t go to waste when my orgasm came.

The dildo spun around inside me, vibrating in and out again from time to time, and the orgasm came in waves. When I felt another orgasm coming, the female guest came over and put the chair down, I thought she was going to turn off the switch, but I didn’t realize that she turned the speed up again, and before the dildo had completed a full revolution inside me, I was leaking again.

I was exhausted and by this time they had finished their breakfast and she came over and finally turned off the switch. Mistress and her friend bent over together and sucked on both my breasts at the same time, turning me on again. This time, however, instead of continuing to stimulate me, they lifted me off the dildo and took me to the bathroom in the kitchen to scrub me all over.

(xxi)

I was led out of the restroom again and they made me stand next to a huge glass window where the sun was shining and it seemed much warmer than in the other rooms. They spread my legs and inserted another electric rod. I was already breathless from all the tossing and turning, why did they take such pains to torture me there!

They turned the knob at the bottom of the electric wand and dilated my vagina, and I realized that it wasn’t an electric wand but a device for gynecological exams, but different from normal because there were two small chains hanging from it. They tied a chain around my waist and then attached two small chains to it and then a belt to the thing. My hands were tied to the chain around my waist and I was forced to hold up my chest and breasts, which in turn were held in clamps with two small bells hanging from the clamps.

They opened the door and headed out of the yard, all the while heckling at me and ordering me to follow closely. I was not at all prepared for this, especially now that I was dressed like this, I really looked like a slut.

They got annoyed and inserted a thick black electric rod into my anus with a stick attached to it like a field hockey stick, held the stick and pushed me, just like that, in broad daylight.

They headed straight for a storage room, which was cold and rattled with animal noises. Through the storage room we came to a small lake and they desperately pushed the stick and squeezed me down into the lake until they couldn’t reach it. The cold lake water was up to my neck and they scoffed at me that I was all opened up down there and hoped nothing would crawl in. But I felt frogs in the lake, and fish swimming around.

They lay on the bank and started teasing and fucking each other as if they had forgotten I was there. I kept feeling fish touching and squeezing at my pussy, scaring me all over, afraid that one would crawl in if I wasn’t careful. I tried to bring my pussy together, but with the thing clamped down, I just couldn’t do it.

They waited until they had finished venting on each other before dragging me ashore, laying me down on the grass, removing the electric rod and that inspector, with the chain around my waist still holding my hands. They found a large fallen tree, tied me to it, picked up some branches and whipped me without explanation, most of the whipping being on my buttocks. Then they laid me across the tree again, with my lower body forced up and my hands pinned under my buttocks, and began to whip my pussy again.

After a while, the boss’s friend came over to check and see if I was getting aroused even like this, but of course he was disappointed, who gets aroused in this situation?

When Mistress saw this, she came over and spread my pussy lips apart so that her friend could come over and lick desperately inside, and gradually I began to get aroused.

(xxii)

Mistress leaned over me and tested her finger there, then reached out and waved it in front of my face while saying, “You’re finally getting pleasure even when you’re in pain. Mistress will be pleased!”

As we were talking, her friend pulled a small chain out of her pocket and tied it to the chain with bells hanging from my breasts, then hauled me up and we went back to the cottage.

Walking up the steps, I was out of breath. They continued dragging the chain and dragged me upstairs to the room where the boss and his friend wanted me to demonstrate what I had learned that morning. They pushed me down onto a metal stool with my feet secured to the stirrups open to the sides, and my hair was tied back up and secured to the chair, pulling and hurting my neck. Then they lowered the head of the chair until it was level with their waist; then raised the bottom to the same position. As the chair was set up on a platform, he had to lower my head down again, and I ended up with the head down.

They came up, my friend on this side of my head, and the boss stood between my legs. They clamped my breasts with alligator clips and a thin rope attached to a chain in the center, which the boss grasped in his hand.

The owner smiled at his friend and said, “Let’s compete to see who can cum first and the winner can enjoy her anus again.” With that, the two men began to compete.

The boss was thrusting in and out of my bottom while his friend put his prick in my mouth, both of them jerking and tugging on my tits and clit.

In the end, his friend came in my mouth first and cheered, “I won, I won!” The boss slapped my pussy angrily and scolded: “Little bitch, you must have wanted him to win, so you sucked his rod very hard and let me do the hard work myself!” As he was saying this, he also ejaculated inside me.

He roughly undid my legs and lifted them above my head, exposing my anus to his friend while saying, “Go ahead, fuck her hard! Fuck her hard!” At that moment her friend’s wife used her hand to make her husband’s rod stand up again, and then he violently stabbed my anus, rudely pulled it out, stabbed it in again, and then came like that again, before thrusting in and out.

He was really thrusting viciously, just as his boss had instructed. My breasts bounced back and forth, a couple of them almost bouncing off my face.

(xxiii)

The boss put his hands on my breasts and grabbed the nipples, pulling them up so that when his friend thrust, they were tugged as well, causing me pain.

It didn’t take long for his friend to explode inside me again, but instead of leaving my body right away, he climbed up on the chair and lay on top of me with his prick still inside, holding me in a deadly embrace like a lover while whispering in my ear, “You’re awesome! When your boss gets tired of it, I’ll take you to my place to play for a while, okay?”

By this time it was time for lunch and they took me back to the bathroom and rinsed me off. The water was cold, and they all wore gloves so they wouldn’t get cold. I was covered in soap and it was a weird feeling to be stroked around by gloved hands. And when they washed my pussy, they stuck their fingers, which were in plastic gloves, in there.

I was then taken downstairs where four chairs had been set up and a wooden stick was erected right in the center of the table. My boss ordered me to sit on it, cranked the handle on the side of the table, inserted the stick fully into my bottom, and then fed me like a baby.

When I had finished eating, he ordered one of the maids to take me upstairs and tie me to the altar, while having one of the male maids go piece by piece to make sure I was going to be completely tied up and that my legs had to be spread, and that he would decide how to punish me after the meal.

The male maids grabbed me by the hair and ripped me upstairs, roughly pinning me to the stone table top; the female maids tied my arms and legs as far apart as they could go. The boss’s friend picked up a barbed whip and lashed it at my crotch while asking me to count.

“One,” I screamed, “two, three…” I sobbed and cried as I counted, and by the time he reached 35 strokes, my throat was hoarse.

The maid pinched my pussy lips, her nails scraping against them while her fingers rubbed my nub, my back bending into an arch from the stimulation. Meanwhile she tried to get her palm inside, but I was just too tight there. The male also squatted down and started licking my pussy, making me become more and more aroused. At this point he told me that it was he who had originally raped me that first night.

I was left alone in the room again, just tied up and waiting in the dark for the boss and his guests to visit.

After about an hour they came in, both wearing black tights, the men’s suits both had a small hole in the bottom with the prick sticking out of it, while the women’s suits had two large holes in the breasts exposing them to the outside, and a small hole in the lower part exposing their pussies.

(xxiv)

They each held two candles in their hands, one red and one white. They placed one candle on the candlestick and approached me with the other.

The owner announced that tonight they were going to have a ceremony where they would mark me to prove that I was their plaything. They each had a ring on their finger with a design engraved on it, like a seal.

They began dripping candle oil on my body, red on one breast, black on the other, and two on my pussy. Mistress had her friend clamp my pussy lips back together and apart so that the opening of my vagina was completely open. Except for my two nipples, one of my breasts was dripping black candle oil and the other had been completely covered with red candle oil. My whole body was shaking with pain, but I couldn’t move because I was tied up so tightly with dead wire. Then they turned the candle around and held it and the seal down hard on my breast. It was like I was in hell, enduring infinite agonizing pain.

Then they poured candle oil on my pussy and pressed the seal and candle down hard towards my nub, all the while laughing heartily. I whimpered at their laughter, desperately writhing my bound body, my eyes glazed over with pain.

Next they began to peel off the candle oil that had been attached to my body, leaving only the small piece that covered the nub.

I was on the verge of passing out as my wives kept sucking on my sensitive breasts while my husband tore off the candle oil. The boss and his friend brought two more needles and two more gold rings, and I suddenly realized their sinister intentions, and I screamed and begged at the same time: “No… Please, don’t… Don’t do this… Don’t make me like that… Please! …”

They paid no attention to my pleas. My breasts had collapsed from the pain, so they brought two more thin ropes and tied them in a circle from the root as they had done last time, so that my breasts and nipples stood up high, and my nipples had turned a purple-black color from the congestion. Without warning, they put the needle suddenly through the nipple and pulled it back and forth, I screamed in pain and my whole body felt as if it was going to collapse.

The boss’s friend grabbed me by the hair and forced the dildo into my mouth so that I could no longer make a sound. Her wife put on a dildo and coldly inserted it into my lower body as well, while jerking and tearing off the candle oil covering my pubic nucleus as she did so, and I finally fainted from the pain.

But it didn’t take long for me to be woken up again as the boss started to pull out the steel needle and put the gold ring over the hole left by the needle. The gold ring was about the size of a nipple, but it was enough to hang something on it.

The boss’s friend ejaculated in my mouth at this point, squirting straight down my throat.

They untied me and I thought the nightmare was over, but I didn’t realize that the boss added: “Because you didn’t obey my original order, you can’t sleep in the bed tonight.” With that, he dragged me over to the statue, stood me up, and let the cold stone dildo penetrate my anus. It was so rough on there and dry in my anus that it rubbed me so hard it was like the skin was broken there. Then they tied my hands, neck and legs to the sculpture and my whole body weight fell on the stone dildo in my anus.

“We have more guests coming to visit tomorrow, so I don’t know if you’ll be able to work on Monday?” The owner smiled, turned off the lights, and went out with his friend.

(xxv)

When they came in the next morning, I was so exhausted that I would have done anything for them, except that they would have let me go back to bed and rest. The owner and his friend rudely untied me and I was sore all over and probably bruised down there. They freshened me up a bit more, shaved the new hair that had grown on my bottom and put lube on it, and I looked shiny and glistening there again.

They made me stand bent over, grabbing my ankles, and stuck their sticky oiled fingers into my anus and pumped it a bit, and I think the wounds inside felt much more comfortable again. Then they put my hair in a ponytail again, but this time they took a long time to put it in a braid and hang it behind my head, and then they tugged at the little rings on my nipples and put some oil on them as well.

The owner cuffed my hands, placed them on the small of my back, attached a leash to the cuffs, and led me downstairs to the room on the left, which was like a small theater with a stage and a curtain. They led me behind the curtain, hooked the handcuffs on a hook and hoisted me up. The man servant came over and put a stick at my feet and tied my feet to the ends so that they could no longer be brought together.

The music started up at that point, and there was a cacophony of voices coming from the other side of the curtain, and I wondered what they wanted again.

Slowly, the curtain opened and the owner said: “Thank you all for coming. Today I’m auctioning off this slave that I trained. Although the training is not complete, but I know some of you will like, because then, sex with her feels more like rape.”

The curtain finally opened all the way and I could see at least 10 to 15 people standing in a semi-circle at the foot of the stage. The boss was standing next to me, pointing a thick wooden stick, one end of which contained a huge, never-before-seen black phallus, at least 36 centimeters long and almost 8 centimeters in diameter.

He flipped open my teeth, nose, and tongue for all to see while turning my body and hitting my buttocks with a wooden stick. The two male servants lifted the sticks that bound my feet and also hooked them with the hooks that suspended my hands, then turned me toward the stage. I was mortified and ashamed, my current position showed my lower body in full view, no cover at all, my cunt and asshole buds were clearly visible to these men.

The owner’s wife came up behind me and flipped open my pussy lips so that the people on stage could see my reddish slit more clearly. I heard someone ask me how deep it was, and the owner pushed an electric rod in until only a small part was left. The man added, “Too bad, I could have made it deeper, at least 15 centimeters more.” He said and licked his lips.

Another man wanted to see my asshole, and the owner immediately inserted another electric rod there, jerking it back and forth, and I cried out in horror, wondering what other tricks these men could come up with. Someone came up and kissed the tears off my face and said to me, “Looks like you haven’t been fully trained as a slave yet, that’s great!”

(xxvi)

The owner started the auction and heard him say, “My wife and I are going on a trip, so we are auctioning off the right to condition this slave for a month. But the person who ends up owning her can do whatever they want with her for the month.”

He set the starting price at 1,000 won, “2,000!”, “5,000!”… The bidding on the stage continued to climb, and I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, as I had become a hawking commodity!

Suddenly I heard the boss announce, “Mr. Chong will pay 15,000 won!” Mr. Chong was the one who had just said that he could train me to be able to fit a deeper shaft in there. I almost cried out when I heard this.

He walked up to the stage and pulled out a large amount of cash to pay the owner directly, without even counting it. He took a knife out of his leather jacket, fiddled with my bottom for a bit, and then cut the ropes that bound my hands, and I couldn’t help but fall into his arms, my feet still tied to the sticks. I only heard him say, “Go to my farm, you’ll like it there.” With that, he carried me outside, threw me on a horse, tied up my arms again, and left the dreadful villa.

I don’t know if you all still like it? Would you like me to continue writing? Or do you want me to stop here? Because if I write further, it might be a different story.

(XXVII)

We set off towards our destination, I was bumping along on the back of the horse and heard a whimpering noise coming from another large bag that was placed on the back of the horse, it turned out that Mr. Chong had bought other slaves from somewhere besides me. I tried to speak to the man, but there was no answer; he was either unable to speak or his mouth was gagged.

We kept moving on the rugged mountain road. Time passed slowly and we finally reached Mr. Chong’s farm. He dismounted his horse and opened the gate, then unhooked the bag and dragged a man out of it. The man’s hands and feet were tied together, and Mr. Chuang spread them apart and called some men out, who passed sticks through the man’s hands and feet and carried him in like an animal. But he was not facing upwards, but towards the ground, his arms twisted behind him, his prick hanging straight up, the glans grinding against the ground from time to time, and each time it was rubbed against him he groaned in pain.

Mr. Chong next took me down, picked up the sticks that still bound my feet, and carrying me over his shoulder, he went to the stables, threw me into a stall, and closed the door. My feet were still tied, and he had not the slightest intention of untying them.

I heard him calling Ma . Ma  is a fat and ugly man, almost two meters tall, 300 or so pounds, like a ball of fat meat, his body is oily, I do not know how long it has not been bathed. He walked in and untied the sticks for me, then unlocked the handcuffs and ordered me to lie on the wall with my legs spread. I was covered in soapy water and he used a brush to brush me all over, even my breasts and pussy.

Then I was taken to the entrance, where there was a stake, and ordered to sit on it, and a woman was called to come and put my hair in a long ponytail and coil it in a circle.

After all this was done, I was taken into the hall to be examined by Mr. Chong. As soon as I entered, they ordered me to get on all fours and asked me to crawl in, so I crawled to a table in the center of the room and waited for Mr. Chuang to arrive. As soon as he came in, he ordered me to spread my legs, and then took out paper and a pen, a leather ruler, and a graduated electric rod, and then wrote my name, age, and weight on the paper and began to question me.

“Ever had anal sex?” , “Yes.”

“Has it ever been plugged with a stopper?” , “Yes.”

“Ever had sex with an animal?” , “No.” God, he’s not going to force me to do this, is he?

“Ever been whipped?” , “Yes.”

“Until the beating made you bleed?” , “No.”

“Ever been bitten?” , “Yes.”

“Until you bleed?” , “No.”

“Ever wear a chastity belt?” , “Yes.”

“Has anyone other than your master examined your body?” , “Yes.”

“Has a fist ever been inserted in the anus?” , “No.” That’s horrible!

“Has a vagina ever been penetrated by a fist?” , “No.”

“Are there other owners?” , “Yes.”

“How many?” , “One.”

“Ever masturbate with your hands?” , “No.”

“Has anyone else ever made you orgasm with their hands?” , “Yes.”

“Man or woman?” “Woman.”

“Has it ever been done with ice?” , “What do you mean? The owner’s wife has been on me with a popsicle.”

“Where?” , “…” I pointed to my lower body.

“Outside or inside?” , “Inside.”

“Did they whip your pussy?” , “Yes.”

“With a stick?” , “No.”

“Whip?” , “No.”

“Spanked in the ass too?” , “Yes.”

“Ever ride a wooden horse?” , “Yes.” It makes me shiver all over just thinking about it.

“Ever used a detector?” , “Yes.”

“Anal used too?” , “No.”

“Has it ever been in a box?” , “No.”

“Ever wear a dildo?” “No.” Does he mean the kind the boss’s wife likes to wear to abuse me?

“Ever had a dildo inserted into your anus by another woman?” , “Yes.”

“What about vaginas?” , “Also.”

“Have you ever had an electric wand there?” , “Yes.”

“Have you ever witnessed a master punishing another slave?” , “No.”

“Have you ever made love to another slave?” , “No.”

“Well, come and take measurements.”

He stood up, told me to straighten my upper body on my knees, measured my head and neck with a leather ruler, and then had me hold up my breasts and measure them.

He pulled out an object, like a piece of equipment, with rings of various sizes. One by one he put the rings on top of my breasts to find the one that fit best. He recorded the data and then started measuring my waist and pussy again.

Then he ordered me to lie down, spread my legs, and inserted that electric rod into my lower body. The electric rod was not too thick, so he inserted it without any difficulty. “Ah…” he read out as he made notes on a piece of paper, “Answering questions and being examined will also turn her on.”

He flipped the switch on the electric rod, and I felt it lengthening inside me, only to hear him say, “Starting at 15 centimeters, 16 centimeters, no problem; 20 centimeters, it’s a bit too tight; 23 centimeters; 25 centimeters, it doesn’t seem to be able to go any deeper; 28 centimeters, it looks like it’s too much for her to handle; add 30 centimeters and look at it, she’s starting to cry, so it looks like that’s it; add 2 centimeters…” He gagged me with a wooden gag and tied it behind my head. Add 2 centimeters and she starts screaming…” He gagged me with a wooden gag and tied it behind my head, “It’s not over yet! You shut up!” He shouted at me.

He flipped another switch and the electric rod slowly grew inside me as he continued the process, “3 centimeters; 5 centimeters, okay; 8 centimeters, seems to be a little tight; 10 centimeters, it seems that 10 centimeters has reached its limit. I have to train her well.”

As he examined me, he read the results out loud, making me feel both ashamed and terrified at the same time.

Then he made me get off the table and crawl over the edge with the electric rod still in me, it had become so thick and wedged between my legs that I couldn’t even close my legs if I wanted to. He took another identical electric rod and inserted it into my ass bud, the final result he got was 15 centimeters long and 5 centimeters thick.

“Not bad, not bad, I’ll expand it some more before I give you back to your boss.” With that he ripped out both electric rods. I felt both holes stretched to their limits, ripping and aching, but he even tried to expand them further!

He hooked my nipple rings with his fingers and led them to drag me to a corral, tying them to a stake in the center, where I could only move within a very small area. He ordered the horse  to open the other two doors, and a bull and a cow at once rushed in, and in a frenzy chased each other through the confined space, several times almost crashing into me, which I was obliged to dodge desperately. At last they became entangled together in a corner, and had intercourse like human beings. Then the bull came between my legs and sniffed, I was so scared that I screamed, but my legs were too weak to move.

At that moment Mr. Chong came in, ordered the cow to be taken away, and then said to me, “This is your first lesson in bestiality. Next is the second lesson.” With that, he pushed me to the corner where the two cows had just made love, ordered me to grab my ankles with both hands, bend over, and then inserted his prick into my already dilated vagina.

He was particularly energetic and kept on pistoning, not tiring at all, until he came inside me. His cum was so thick and plentiful that some of it slid down my legs and onto my feet as he pulled back.

(xxviii)

Then he tugged on my nipple rings and led me out the door, the thick cum running down my thighs, my soles becoming sticky and slippery.

I was led to a rack where a saddle had been placed. This saddle is used to put on those wild horses to hold the rider for training the horse, and the rack underneath it was just like a wild horse with the saddle clamped to its back.

Mr. Chong ordered me to climb up and sit on the saddle and put my feet in the stirrups. I felt embarrassed because his cum was still slipping between my legs and it seemed to me that there was still a lot inside me that hadn’t come out, but I couldn’t control it at all and my legs were already sticky.

He gave a hard smack with his riding crop and droned, “I didn’t buy you back so that you could come and enjoy yourself, but to train you to become a slave who obeys me. Understand!”

I had to slowly straddle the saddle as he cuffed my legs to my sides and tied my hands to the horse’s neck. The neck was incredibly thick and cold and prickly, and turned out to be made of iron. Then he parted both of my pussy lips while turning the horse’s tail, and I immediately felt something rise up between my legs. The thing stabbed all the way into me, rising higher and higher until it couldn’t go in half an inch further.

He flicked a switch and the horse immediately moved slowly, the thing stuck inside me jerking up and down as it did so, all the while rotating. I just felt like it was hard to breathe, and as the horse’s rhythm increased, I was breathing more and more rapidly and my lower body was in pain. Seeing that I could hardly stand it anymore, he finally slowed the rhythm down again, bringing me back from the brink of collapse, but didn’t wait for me to catch my breath before immediately turning the switch up again. He tortured me with this flip-flopping, and every time I was just about to reach orgasm, he would stop, leaving me feeling incredibly empty.

I was on the verge of being in the middle of another orgasm when I stopped for the last time, and I tried to work myself up and down, but the thing actually slowly retracted, and I couldn’t help but cry as I no longer had anything inside me that could satisfy me. None of my bosses were so cruel as to make me endure this ordeal over and over again like this.

He dragged me over to the wooden table again, opened my legs so I could lie on them, and called a woman in.

She had a slender figure, about 5’8″, probably weighed 130 pounds or so, and had short hair like a boy’s. He told me that she was a lesbian. He told me that she was a lesbian and nodded to her, and I heard Mr. Chong call her “Kier”.

She opened her mouth and revealed a long tongue, I had never seen such a long tongue before, it reminded me of a snake, the only difference was that it didn’t have a fork on it, which made it look weird. She bent down between my legs and began to lick my pussy while I felt her tongue reach inside. I needed the real thing right now, not this woman’s tongue, but after a while of her licking it like that, I was surprised that I leaked as well, and I felt her sucking the hot streams coming out of me clean.

This woman is simply not human! But again, she turned me on so much that my whole body convulsed with orgasm. She licked the love juice dry down there and continued to stimulate my nub, and it wasn’t long before I was on the verge of coming again. Her fingers were in my cunt scraping the flesh inside with her fingernails while pumping back and forth rhythmically. I leaked again before I had time to react.

He stood up, only to see that the sides of her lips were smeared with mucus, and she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips clean, as if she had just enjoyed a delicious meal. Mr. Chong then grabbed me by the ends of my hair and dragged me over to the fence, locking me up and tying my feet to the stake, then he whistled and slowly walked away.

Suddenly a stinging pain spread all over my body from my hip to my shoulder, and I looked back and was surprised to find him behind me again, with a whip in his hand, with which he had just lashed me. He said to me that I was to receive as many strokes as there were cows in the pen. I made a rough estimate that there were at least 100 cows in there, and I almost fainted.

I wanted to plead with him, but then I realized that pleading was useless, and that I had to accept whatever he felt he needed. He took a few steps back and started counting loudly: “One, two…” Ma  came over at that moment, took out his rod and shoved it into my mouth, ordering me to suck it out.

The whip kept falling on me, and the pain made me want to scream, but my mouth was blocked by the meat stick, so I couldn’t make a sound. When this is all over, the horse  also ejaculated in my mouth, and the light fishy semen rushed straight into my throat.

I thought to myself: I should be able to be untied now. Mr. Zhuang came over and didn’t untie the rope, but applied some ointment to the wounds on my back. He waved the whip in front of me, it was almost exactly the same as the one the boss used at the auction, just slightly longer and thicker. Then he inserted the handle of the whip into my anus and waited until he could go no deeper, desperately trying to spread my ass cheeks and force it in a little more.

He made a gesture and suddenly someone came over and held the handle and jerked it, but it wasn’t long before they left and I was left alone. After an hour of this, I noticed that all the cattle in the pen had been taken away, and Mr. Chong came out with the slave who had arrived with me, and his rod and testicles were pierced with two small rings, to which was tied a rope, the other end of which was held in Mr. Chong’s hand.

Mr. Zhuang held the rope in one hand and picked up the leather whip to whip this slave, every time he tried to dodge, Mr. Zhuang would hold the rope and drag him back. The whip rained down on his buttocks and rod, the pain was so severe that he kept screaming. Mr. Zhuang ordered him to shut up and dragged him to the entrance of the enclosure, where his hands and feet were tied to either side of the entrance, and then the rope was wrapped around his shoulders.

I had forgotten the pain in my body by this time, and I watched with rapt attention, not even thinking about the fact that I had been whipped like this an hour before.

Mr. Zhuang walked behind him, took off his pants, and his rod immediately popped out straight. He vigorously spread the male slave’s buttocks and said to him : “You want to scream don’t you? I’ll let you scream enough!” He said and inserted his prick into the male slave’s anus, rapidly thrusting it in and out. Each time he thrust, Mr. Zhuang desperately pulled on the rope, lifting the male slave’s testicles and rod up high. As he thrust deeper, the slave screamed even more piteously.

My attention was completely drawn to them, and I didn’t realize that Kier had already come to the side and shoved her finger back into my lower body, I was shocked. I only heard her say, “I wondered if you liked to see others being abused, and now I know that the person you hate to be punished is yourself. Right?”

(XXIX)

She untied the ropes from my body, but the whip was still in me. She yanked on the whip and dragged me into a room, removed my nipple rings and told me to stand on something that looked like a table top. It consisted of two plates with two iron rings at each end, and she ordered me to kneel on it, with my upper body on the desktop, and then cuffed my hands and feet. She flicked a switch and the desktop slowly rose until it was over her head.

She took a syringe and a bottle of potion out of the cabinet, filled it up, and came over to me. I realized what she was going to do, and I struggled to get away, but she was already behind me, tweaking my pussy lips and telling me to take it easy, and with that she pulled out the whip that was stuck in my ass bud.

She went back to this end and played with my breasts and it didn’t take long for my nipples to harden again. She took hold of my right breast and jabbed the needle of the syringe in, I could feel the cold potion coursing through the blood vessels of my breast, then she gave my left breast a shot as well. It didn’t take long for me to feel my breasts start to swell a little, and when she saw that I was feeling a little uncomfortable, she explained to me that what she had just injected me with was a lactation aid, and that they would inject me with this every day in the future if they wanted milk. I could hardly cry, what did they take me for?

She wrote down some things on a piece of paper, then pushed a machine over, took two cups from it and put them on my breasts, the cups stuck deep into my breasts. Then she inserted an iron electric rod with a thin front end into my lower body and told me, “As soon as the machine is turned on, the electric rod will pump, and as soon as you have an orgasm, the cups will automatically go to squeeze your breasts, and your milk will be sucked out, and will flow into the bottle through a small tube attached to the cups.” With that, she pointed out the bottle to me, which was a huge bottle. She added, “I won’t stop until the bottle is full, so be prepared to be excited for a long time!” Her face swelled red with excitement.

With that she turned on the machine and the electric wand began to twitch, the thin tip vibrating strongly in my vagina. The electric wand jerked back and forth while still rotating, and there was a small head on the outside that kept stimulating the clitoris.

I leaked right away and the cups immediately sucked on my breasts. I felt like I was at the peak of my orgasm, yet only a few drops of milk came out.

As soon as the cup stopped, the electric wand immediately vibrated again, this time it seemed to get longer and thicker.

I was so stimulated that I kept having orgasms, and each time I came, the electric rod got thicker, but that bottle still wasn’t catching a full load. Eventually the electric rod swelled up so much that it seemed like it was going to burst me there, and I thought it might even bleed there. At that moment Mr. Chong rushed in and pulled out the electric rod as soon as he saw what Kiera had done to me, he looked like he was going crazy. He ordered her to put me down and told me that he had no idea that Kier would do this to me. The set was a little early for me as I hadn’t been on the farm very long.

Kier set me down and I immediately went limp, unable to move a muscle, my whole body feeling like it was falling apart.

I was taken to my own shed and they threw me in the weeds. Mr. Sho ordered her to wash me and she tenderly wiped my body as Mr. Sho was watching.

When that was done, he held out his finger to her and ordered her over, stripped naked, and I was surprised to find two rings hanging from her breasts as well. Mr. Chong ordered her to lie on a wooden bench in the middle with her pussy completely exposed. He bound Kier’s breasts from the roots and said to her, “How dare you disobey my instructions! I’m going to clean you up so well that you won’t be able to stand up!”

“Don’t! Master, don’t! I’ll do anything you want.”

“First I’m going to whip your ass.” Mr. Chong said.

He took a piece of wrench and pumped her buttocks red, then reached down and rubbed them while he had the horse  bring in a male slave. This slave still had a long condom on his rod, and Mr. Zhuang explained to me: “His prick is unmatched in the world, but he has to wear this condom if I don’t let him cum. Kiera hates it when men touch her, doesn’t she? I’m going to punish her with this slave and brutally rape her!” With that said he drank and ordered Kier not to resist.

He removed the male slave’s condom and the male slave’s rod immediately swelled up. He looked at his master, Mr. Zhuang patted his ass and nodded to him, he immediately jumped on Kier and poked his rod in, she immediately sobbed in pain. Mr. Chong said, “Kier’s place is very tight there because she can only insert a toy or a meat stick there when she is being punished. I told you that she is a lesbian and the harshest punishment for her is to have her raped by a lowly slave.”

Kiera let out a cry of pain and her breasts, bound as they were, bounced straight up as her slave jerked.

Mr. Sho admired the scene and stroked me while ordering dinner to begin.

The cook came in with a bowl containing a bowl of soup, and I was already hungry, so I drank every bit of it. After finishing the soup, I finally regained a little strength.

Mr. Chong pulled out his prick and asked me to suck it for him. He told me that if I behaved well, I could sleep on the bed at night, otherwise he would tie me up like an animal and lay me on the floor all night.

I hastily got down on my knees and took his prick in my mouth, working it like I had been coached by my boss before, licking his balls and horse’s eye with my tongue from time to time. Mr. Chong groaned, grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me close as he did, pumping himself in and out of my mouth until he squirted his cum all over my mouth.

After he was satisfied with the belt, he said to me, “No one will give you any more trouble at night, get some rest!” He closed the door, locked me in the shed and left.

(xxx)

My whole body was still limp and I had no strength at all. I crawled into bed and curled up, sleeping peacefully because Mr. Chong had said that no one would ever torment me again tonight.

I slept so soundly that I couldn’t help lamenting at dawn that it had been too short a night, and at first light they didn’t know what tricks they’d have to use on me again.

I heard the door open, and I was led into a large room, in which there were already at least twenty women and fifteen men. A long plank ran across the room, and in front of each of them there were three holes in the plank, through the holes of which their heads and hands protruded from the yoke, and to which they were chained; and the lower part of their bodies stood in a trough, and there were many holes in the floor, in which their feet were chained. Each man had no expression of countenance, but I could see how they were feeling, for no one would feel good standing in such an uncomfortable position.

They are like a herd of cows waiting in line to have the milk drained from their bodies.

My head and hands were locked up like theirs, and my feet were separated and locked to the floor behind me. Then someone sprayed soapy water all over us and then scrubbed us with a brush like an animal, sharp bristles pricking at our bodies, and the room was immediately filled with moans.

Then they used some vials filled with a yellow liquid to pour the liquid into our pussies and ass holes, and then reached in and brushed them with something similar to a bottle brush. The yellow liquid must have been suds as well, because as they did, soap bubbles floated out of my bottom. Then they dragged in the hose and rinsed our pussies or men’s rods with the cold water, then they plunged the faucet hard into our anuses again, flipped the switch, and pumped the water into our rectums like an enema. Then they stood up with the faucet still inside us.

They took off their pants and I realized that they were also half male and half female and the one standing in front of me was a girl. I was at a loss as to what to do when I realized that the girl next door was using her mouth to suck on the man’s rod in front of her, so I busied myself by moving closer to the girl in front of me, sticking my head down to her bottom and licking up her pussy. I licked up and down first, then concentrated on sucking her clit until it was as if she had an orgasm. When it was all done, the men pulled the faucet out and the room was filled with the sound of defecation. They scrubbed us clean with soap again.

Then they inserted a tap into our mouths and the cool liquid flowed down our throats and I realized that this was our breakfast.

We were gagged and taken to stand at a table in the center of the room. The table was in the shape of a cross with a wooden dildo standing up in the center, and there appeared to be many other clever designs throughout the table. They dragged me over to the table and ordered me to sit down with my buttocks facing the dildo. It was rock hard and it took a lot of effort for me to sit down, leaving me panting with exhaustion. My legs were kicked out of the way so that my whole body weight fell down, and it was like I was going to crack down there, this dildo was just too thick for me.

They ordered me to lie down flat, spread my legs apart and handcuffed them to two boards; my head was also immobilized. They moved the boards so that my legs were fully open, then tied my arms to the two boards and secured my eyes.

I heard them say, “This morning’s conditioning is a test of your senses. We will put something in your hands, mouth, breasts, anus and pussy, and you will have to say what it is. If you get it wrong, you’ll get nine strokes of the whip, each time in a different place. Now begin!”

I felt something on the palm of my hand and I held it, it was two small balls that seemed to make a sound when I squeezed them; I felt further up and I suddenly realized that it was a rod of flesh, “Testicles.” I replied immediately.

“Nice, this is easy.”

The next thing I felt was them putting something on my breasts, slowly squirming, and I screamed in fear. Immediately the whip landed on my pussy: “Tell us what that is!” I couldn’t control myself, I kept screaming, and I don’t know how many lashes I had already received.

I finally came back to my senses and gasped, “It… seems… to be a snake…” It was true. They removed the snake and teasingly touched its head to my pussy.

Then I heard something being brought in that sounded oddly familiar. I felt a long tongue licking my pussy, then that tongue parted the lips of my pussy and proceeded to lick the slit inside. I shuddered as I already knew what it was, I had never imagined that I would be licked there by a cow. In a shaking voice I replied, “A cow.” I just hoped they would take the cow away quickly.

I heard them say, “That’s right. One more.”

What other weird tricks do they have up their sleeves? I felt as worthless as an animal in front of these people. I heard a “cluck, cluck, cluck” as something touched my pussy and then a sharp object pecked at it. I cried out, sobbing, and replied, “A chicken.”

I heard them laughing: “Good, you got it right again.”

Then the room suddenly went silent.

Someone shoved something into my pussy until it was fully in and began to put their hand on it and rub it, and there was a metallic thumping sound from below. I thought it was a fake toy made of iron, but it wasn’t, and the whip immediately landed on my breasts again. The man continued to rub at my pussy while pulling the thing out a little, it was a chain and I could feel the grinding at the chain’s interface. “Right.” He put his fingers on my pussy core and teased it while pulling the chain out in one piece, and I climaxed instantly.

When the chain was completely withdrawn, he placed another butterfly shaped vibrator in my pussy and said to me, “Now start the timer to see how many orgasms you can have in that time. Start!” With that he flipped the switch and the vibrator began to attach itself to my pussy and vibrate wildly.

I was getting more and more aroused, and I tried to wriggle my body, but the result was that I could only go up and down on the wooden dildo. Soon I leaked once, but the vibrator was still vibrating furiously and I leaked again. By the time my third orgasm came, I was exhausted, sweat was all over my body, and my nipples were high in the air. I could feel him trying to put the nipple rings back in, but the holes were already closed and he tried several times without success. I heard them say, “Let’s re-pierce her in a few days!”

I could no longer speak, and it was as if my body was beginning to cramp. Some of the other slaves in the room seemed to be getting aroused as well, breathing rapidly.

(XXXI)

“I just gave you a good time, now I’m going to give you a taste of something a little more powerful.” The man said to me.

The bonds on me were undone and he tried to get me to stand up from the dildo that was filling my ass buds, but it was just too thick and tightly jammed in and I was too weak to stand up. He took a heel of rope down from the pulley on the roof beam, tied it around the base of my breasts and dragged the rope upwards. I desperately tried to lift my body up a little, and by the time the dildo was completely out, my legs had gone weak, and if it weren’t for the rope tied around my breasts, I would have almost sat down again.

He took me to the floor, ordered me to spread my legs, and inserted the other dildo into my bottom while flipping a switch until the electric wand could go no deeper. I don’t know how he mastered this part, probably because the look of pain on my face told him so!

He attached a leash to the electric wand, put two alligator clips on my nipples, and hung two bells that would “jingle” whenever I moved my body. Then he took me by the leash and led me out to a building in the back. The entrance was surrounded by an iron fence, and as we walked in, I noticed a sign at the entrance that read, “Welcome to Zhuang’s Zoo.”

When I walked in, I heard the roar of monkeys coming from the cages, and some tourists wandering around, all of whom must have been Mr. Chong’s guests. He ordered me to put my back against the door, removed the toy I had inserted inside me, brought a couple of ice creams and applied them to my pussy, pushed the door open and squeezed me in.

I was standing by the door of the cage and right in the center sat a black and ugly orangutan. I had never seen such an ugly orangutan before, and I was so scared that I turned around and tried to run away, only to realize that the door had been locked, locking me in with this ugly monster.

The tourists outside gathered around at this point, most of them holding their slaves on leashes.

The orangutan stood up and stared at me for a while, then approached me as if it had caught a whiff of something. I tried to dodge in fear, but the cage had limited space, and it chased me around a few times before suddenly reaching out with its paw and hitching a ride onto my chest. I was too busy fleeing to another corner when the ape caught up with me and knocked me to the ground, at the same time reaching those furry paws to my pussy while lifting me up as if to put on a show for the people outside the cage.

It carried me over to where it had been sitting on the floor, set me down, pulled my hair roughly with one paw, sat down, and then wrapped its arms around my waist, placing me head down on my feet, my mouth right on its dark, hairy cock. It even knew to squeeze my head and stick that cock in my mouth, all the while rubbing my breasts with its sharp paws and its mouth licking so hard at my pussy that I almost wondered if this was an ape or not.

I screamed in horror, while those outside clapped and applauded, and their slaves each showed a heartfelt expression, I think they were worried that this scene would happen to them and they couldn’t resist.

I saw Mr. Chong walk in as well and stand by the cage, leisurely enjoying the orangutan’s rape of me, and for a few seconds our eyes made contact. The orangutan was rubbing my body and my mouth couldn’t speak, so I had to plead with him with my eyes, my eye frames filled with tears.

He stepped into the cage and slapped the orangutan around a few times, and I was relieved to think that the orangutan should be letting go of me now, but to my surprise it grabbed my head and flew so that my mouth was on its cock, all the while tilting its head back and roaring. It also seemed to have barbs on its tongue that scraped and tickled me there. It waited until it squirted a thick, fishy, smelly cum in my mouth before throwing me to the ground as soon as it could.

I was too frightened to make any sound as I looked at the creepy ape, all I knew was to crawl slowly towards the door as someone opened it and dragged me out. I saw the ape’s black face appear angry as it rushed to the door, but it was locked and it stood there, roaring furiously at the toy being dragged away.

I could barely stand up. Mr. Chong put a neck ring on me, gave a sharp tug on his belt, and dragged me crawling out after him.

He took me to his own building, went upstairs to the bathroom and had the maid freshen me up. She nursed my pussy with a fragrant liquid, then stripped naked herself and joined me in the bathtub, holding a special syringe with a pungent smell of liquid. She inserted the syringe into my pussy and squeezed the liquid all the way in, telling me as she did so that it would keep my pussy tight and elastic even after all the ravages. I sighed, it also meant that the men would be able to get off on me better while I would continue to suffer.

She inserted another hose into my anus and flushed the inside with soapy water until what came out was clear. Since I hadn’t eaten anything at all all all day, I didn’t expel much foreign matter. When I was all clean, she tied my hands to the shower faucet.

Mr. Chong walked in and undressed as well, turning his back on me and rinsing himself in the shower as if I didn’t exist. By the time he turned around, he was already straight down there, and he held me against the wall, against my pussy, and tried to thrust in, but his prick slid to the side, and he was surprised to find that I was already wet down there.

He stopped insisting and turned off the shower, he untied my hands and made me sit on the edge of the pool with my legs spread apart, then took out some tape and put it on my pussy, even on the inner walls. Then he asked me to raise my arms and put tape under my armpits. When he was done, he suddenly ripped the tape off my armpits, causing me to break out in a cold sweat. He did the same with the tape on my pussy, which was covered with my body hair. Finally the ones taped to the inner lips of my pussy were also torn off, removing the few sparse hairs there as well.

He handed me a set of clothes and ordered me to put them on. It was a rope tied thong and a blouse with a huge heart cut into the front so that all of my breasts were exposed. Dressed like this, I felt like a whore.

It was now 6 p.m. He led me downstairs to a room which was packed with people. Seeing me, some had their hands up my blouse, rubbing my breasts; others grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back. They were all as mad as hell. My dress was torn off, and I couldn’t help but laugh, if that was the case, why did they make me put it on again just now? I searched for Mr. Chong in the crowd, but he was no longer there, only me and these crazy guys were left in the room.

I was thrown onto the couch as someone nipped the thong off with his teeth and licked between my legs; another pried my mouth open and plunged his manhood inside, immediately pounding away at it, not caring if I cooperated with his movements.

Before I could react, another person grabbed my legs and spread them apart, and another person stabbed in without a second thought. My place was now tight and dry, and the pain was so intense that my whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

The guy pumping in my mouth soon ejaculated, and I opened my mouth to scream, but the other guy immediately took over and poked his prick in again. My hands were guided around the two rods and I was told to use my hands to work them, and all I could feel was a sliver of my newly regained stamina being drained away again, and my whole body was so sore and limp that I could only let them do what they wanted to do. With my mouth and vagina blocked, I couldn’t use my hands at all.

The guy standing between my legs suddenly told everyone to stop and sat down on a chair with me in his arms, with his rod still inside me, and told the others to continue in the same position as before. Only to hear him say: “We forget there is another important place.” Said he spread my buttocks, and immediately someone woke up and inserted the rod.

This person was crouched on my back, her soft breasts pressed against the skin of my back, and I heard her laugh out loud, and it turned out to be Kier! She ate and laughed as she began to twitch while kissing my neck furiously as if she had never seen another person’s neck before. After a few jerks, she and the man underneath me reached orgasm at the same time. Immediately, someone replaced the men, but Kier remained on top of me, and without a replacement, she switched to an electric rod, some with grainy protrusions on them.

There were at least seven changes of people down there, and by the time the last person came up, I was already a little delirious, rolling my eyes like a goldfish, gasping for air, and covered in slime. Seeing this, the man said to me, “I know how to get you to wake up.” He smiled at me, revealing his sharp teeth.

His prick was thick and big, holding me up inside. Then he started to lick my breasts and coldly bit on them, blood immediately flowed out, I came to my senses in pain and saw him licking and drying the blood while he pistoned harder.

Finally Mr. Chong came back in and greeted the men one by one while asking me to get on my knees and lick their meat sticks clean one by one, which I struggled to do.

(xxxii)

Mr. Chong again ordered me to kneel on the chair, hold the back with my hands and cross my legs. He stood by the door and said goodbye to the departing men. I didn’t know which hole in my body hurt worse, they were all on fire, I was weak all over, my back was sore, I really wanted to lie down, but I didn’t dare. A gust of wind blew over and cooled my pussy, and I felt as if it didn’t hurt there as much as it did earlier.

He waited for the crowd to leave, then came over and stuck his pinky finger in my asshole bud and his index finger in my slit and pinched it up, saying as he did so, “Well done, here’s your reward.”

I was already in tears and could only sob softly. What happened today was like a nightmare for me, and it was only the first day, I couldn’t imagine how I would get through the rest of the day.

Mr. Chong grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to my shed. There was an extra beam in the room, about half a man’s height, which seemed to be used for tethering horses during the week, and my arms were tied flat to the beam, and then Mr. Zhuang tied my feet and hands together, and my breasts were tied up again with a rope in a circle, and tied the other end of the rope to the beam behind my neck, tugging the whole thing upwards. I faced the door like this and was forced to remain in this embarrassing position.

I only heard him say, “Find a way to get some sleep, or you won’t have the stamina for tomorrow’s conditioning.”

I whimpered, “Why…”

He seemed surprised and twisted on my breasts, slapped my pussy and smiled at me, “Because that’s exactly what your boss wants! The auction is just a front, he wants you to get used to this life and wants me to use any means to condition you. He does not have a zoo there, and the equipment is not complete, so he had to ask me to do it. Well, I’ve answered your question, but you’ll pay for it. Sleep well!” He walked away with a big smile.

My breasts were getting sore and my slit was being torn apart to the sides so that anyone just passing by could get a good look inside. What should I do? I stayed in this position all night, unable to sleep at all. In a daze, I felt a searing pain in my pussy, and it turned out to be Kier standing on my heels, holding a baton-like object in her hand that was hitting my pussy, each blow causing me to feel excruciating pain.

It was already dusk when she finally stopped and knelt between my legs, sucking up my pussy core while thrusting the baton in. I was getting a little turned on by her licking, and with each bit of penetration of the baton, I couldn’t help but raise my hips to meet it. She thrust the baton in and out faster and faster, and my lower body matched the intense movement, and I was close to coming! That’s when she stood up and started sucking on both of my nipples, I felt a roar in my head, my loins ached, and a hot stream erupted from my body. She pulled out the baton but immediately threw it on the floor again, it turned out to be sticky and slippery with lewd water already sticking to it.

I was breathing heavily as if I had just gone through a long, strenuous run. She pressed up to my face and kissed me deeply on the mouth, making my lips sticky as well, and I almost couldn’t breathe.

She untied the rope, and immediately I fell off, limp as a doll, and she had to call the horse  to drag me away to wash me. I could only lie on the stool, my head drooped down, let the cold water rushing on me, I can not stand up at all.

He cleaned me up and fed me some food when Mr. Chong and Kier came over again, she pointed at me and talked and laughed at Mr. Chong, I knew she must be reporting on the morning’s events. One by one they set me up and dragged me to the zoo again.

Coming to an iron door, Mr. Zhuang pulled out a key and opened it, inside was a long, cold, dark corridor. Along the corridor came a large room where screams and cries of pain poured out. The room was full of people, tied up in various positions and subjected to different punishments. On the other wall was a huge piece of glass, and outside many people were watching, as if they were watching a show.

(XXXIII)

I was tied to a recliner with a pressure pump underneath the chair, my legs were tied to the corners of the chair, my hands were tied behind the chair behind my back, and my breasts were forced outward.

They picked up an incredibly thick dildo, a huge, oddly shaped electric rod that I had only seen on a few adult sites, and every time I saw those pictures it turned me on. This electric rod was just like the one in the picture, almost as thick as a small arm, curved and covered with little pellets. They put the electric rod on my slit, but didn’t insert it, and I got excited again, writhing my body as I longed for that thing to fill my bottom.

Mr. Chong reached in and felt around my place and found that it was already flooded, he signaled for Kier to come over and inserted a rough tube in my anus, attached to the pressure pump along with the electric wand.

Mr. Chong walked over to one of the male slaves, the man’s bottom was being licked by a dog, his legs were tied to a chair and stool and the dog was licking his rod between his legs, he struggled but still ejaculated.

The dog barked and stood upright, lying on top of him, its hairy rod rubbing against each other and the male slave’s rod, making me blush.

Someone came over and dragged the dog away and led it to the next slave, which was a girl, also tied with her legs spread wide. I saw the dog lunge, and I quickly turned my head to the side, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Mr. Chong dragged the male slave over to him, placed him on the electric pump, picked up a board, slapped it on the slave’s buttocks and told him that he would have to beat him until he cummed again. The male slave had just cum so I was afraid it would have to be a long time before he could cum again.

Mr. Chong started pumping hard and the electric rod immediately squeezed into my pussy, holding my bottom up as if it was going to burst. I moaned, but immediately the pressure pump began to contract again, and the electric rod immediately retracted as well. Mr. Chong pumped again, and the electric rod repeated the same process it had just done, giving me pleasure that turned me on, but the sensation didn’t last long, as the electric rod quickly shrunk back again.

Mr. Chong slapped faster and faster, while the rhythm of the electric rod in and out also accelerated, I could no longer control myself and screamed with excitement, Mr. Chong seemed to be paying attention. Just as I was about to leak out, I heard Kier say, “He’s getting hard.” Mr. Zhuang immediately stopped pumping, electric rod also stopped.

I was nearing the top and I didn’t want it to slide out, I wanted someone to come up and fulfill my needs. I cried as hard as I could, they always got me like this and then stopped on purpose and I just felt suspended in mid-air, up and out. I cried and sobbed.

Mr. Zhuang droned, “That’s enough!” He said and moved me to a stake under which a dildo was erected. I thought this was the thing he would use to satisfy me now, but it wasn’t, they lifted my hips so that my asshole buds were sitting right in front of the dildo, and then tied me backwards to the stake.

Mr. Zhuang picked up the board and hit my breasts hard, and after a few strokes, he suddenly stopped and asked, “Where did your nipple rings go? Looks like it’s time for a new one.” He drew marks on both of my breasts with a pen and then put a cross on my nipple. I didn’t even care why he did it anymore, I was already overwhelmed with lust.

He pressed down on the mark of his pussy and rubbed it back and forth, but the stimulation wasn’t strong enough for me, I wanted something to fill the emptiness inside me.

I saw Kier walk over to me, wearing a black cock on her lower back that was a good 30 centimeters long. Mr. Chong stood up and had her squat between my legs and thrust the thing in, she was positioned slightly down and I had to scramble to meet her. The thing in my anus stung me because I was pushing too hard, and every time I pushed my body against her lower body, the thing in my anus stabbed deeper, causing me to suffer immense pain while satisfying my own desires.

Kier didn’t make any moves and I had to keep going up and down, I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer, my heart was beating as if it was going to pop out of my chest. Suddenly everything stopped again, my breasts hurt like they were being burned and I looked down to see Mr. Chong roasting my breasts with a candle. The pain was mixed with a sense of loss and I didn’t expect them to stop once again just as I was on the verge of orgasm. Tears streamed from the frames of my eyes, I couldn’t take it anymore, I had never needed to satisfy my desires as much as I did now.

They untied me from the stake, tied my hands and feet together and made me stand with my hips up. Mr. Chong asked, “Poor thing! You want to orgasm badly don’t you?”

I shook my head desperately and cried out, “Yes… I want…”

“Well then, I can only help you this once.” He said and ordered the dog to be brought over. Mr. Zhuang held its phallus and asked, “Anything is fine isn’t it?”

I didn’t think he would have such evil thoughts. My whole body trembled and I screamed, “No…”

Mr. Chong led the dog straight over, caught its front legs, made it stand upright, and held its manhood to my lower body. I cried and tried to duck away, forgetting how I was standing, and fell forward head first. Kier reached me, held my head, and inserted the lower electric rod into my mouth, and I had to tilt my head back, unable to speak. At the same time I felt Mr. Chong inserting that big greyhound’s penis into my anus and laughing at me: “You didn’t say which hole you wanted to insert. Ha… ha…”

The greyhound’s prick was thin and long, and it darted inside. I felt incredibly sad that I was being penetrated anally by a dog’s prick and not getting any satisfaction for myself.

In the midst of my whimpering, I felt a hot stream of heat shoot straight into my body, so hot that my whole body was shaking and I was dizzy, and if it wasn’t for Kier holding me up, I would have collapsed long ago.

I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, all I could feel was a strange itch down there and my cheeks were burning. They untied the ropes and ordered me to get on all fours and lie down like a dog, waving for another male slave to be brought over.

The male slave was still young, in his early to mid 19’s, probably aroused by watching the scene he had just witnessed, and his lower body stood tall, and he wore a ring on his rod, with a large lock dangling from the root. He inserted his rod into my already wet cunt, the piece of lock pressed against the slit. I impatiently pushed my lower body back, and was coldly surprised when Mr. Zhuang gave me a sharp jerk and angrily bellowed, “Haven’t you learned yet that you have to do as your master instructs? I did not let you move, you have to be obedient until you get my permission, understand?”

He chained us tightly together at the waist and squeezed two jumping balls into my anus, the other end of the wire had a long double ended rod attached to it, they inserted one end of the rod into the male slave’s anus and twisted it into an arc, the other end into my cunt, then ordered the male slave to crouch on my back and inserted the rod into my asshole bud, squeezing the two jumping balls all the way down deeper, and followed it up with a piece of diaper like a huge like metal mesh pocket around our waists. By the time this was done, the male slave and I were so tightly attached that we could not be separated.

It was as if the jumper in my anus had been squeezed to its end, rising up and making me poop more and more; but my bottom there was at least as well filled with something I’d been craving for a long time. I couldn’t help but hold my breath in anticipation of that moment.

They sat on a chair facing the huge glass window, and Kier crouched over Mr. Chong’s crotch, pulled out his prick, and began sucking and stroking it.

Mr. Chong picked up one of the boxes and turned the scale on it a little, and the male slave jumped as if he had been electrocuted, but his body was tightly attached to me, making himself have to jerk up inside me. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes in ecstasy, enjoying the hard-won pleasure.

Mr. Chong twisted the scale a little more, and I felt the male slave move faster, while the electric rod began to vibrate wildly, while darting back and forth. The male slave’s rod jerked inside me, squeezing the vibrating jumper egg in another inch, and with a tingle of soreness in my lower body, I finally reached an orgasm, only to feel a stream of hot water leaking wildly out of the center of my flower. My whole body’s energy also seems to be drained, my limbs are weak, also about to be unable to hold on, my head drooped on my shoulders. At this time the male slave also ejaculated a thick hot stream, thick and abundant, some of it slipped out and flowed to my pussy.

Suddenly the boy jumped up again and the still vibrating jumper and the electric wand started pumping again. Mr. Chong just kept controlling the switches for almost three hours as we leaked and leaked and my lower body began to ache as if I was losing consciousness. By the time Mr. Chong separated us, my anus had accumulated an unknown amount of semen, and as the male slave pulled out his rod with a “pfft”, large chunks of mucus spilled out and dripped onto the floor. I couldn’t support myself any longer and collapsed.

Mr. Chong ripped me up roughly and dragged me to another room, which was cloudy and cold and filled with all kinds of medical equipment. A nurse-like person took me to the bath, ripped out the electric wand and jumper egg, and washed my body with warm water, which felt soothing on my tingling pussy. She used a small tube to inject the warm water into my anus, rinsing all the mucus out of it as well.

I was ordered to lie down on a cold metal table and she secured my shoulders and stomach with straps, then spread my legs apart and secured them to the corners of the table, then flicked a switch on the wall and six men in white coats walked in with Mr. Chong. I could tell they weren’t wearing anything underneath.

(xxxiv)

They were gathered around the table, one standing behind my head, two by each leg and arm, and one by my crotch, while Mr. Chong stood aside.

That nurse opened a plate at the table, I immediately trembled and struggled when I looked at what was inside, and one pressed my chest and said, “It’s okay, everyone will be satisfied with our handiwork after this!”

Mr. Zhuang said to him, “Leave her alone, let her read it slowly by herself.”

He parked one of his mechanical arms above my breasts and the two next to him bent over and got down on their backs and started sucking on my nipples. Even though Kier hadn’t injected me with a lactation aid today, the effects of yesterday’s drug caused my nipples to produce a little bit of milk as they sucked on them, and they swallowed it all like babies. My nipples began to harden, red from the licking, and the tips stood upright.

Mr. Chong took a long needle and flew it through one nipple, put a ring on it, and snapped it into place, a much larger ring than the one I was originally wearing. Then the other nipple was done as well. The sucking I had just done had made my breasts extremely sensitive, and they were on fire with pain.

He tied two thin ropes to the ring, looped the ends of the ropes around the mechanical arms and rested them on top, with two iron hooks attached to the ropes. He hung two small scales on the hooks, and the ropes immediately tensed, tugging my nipples upward and lifting them into two flattened cones, while I felt something enter my lower body, and I heard someone say, “She’s already wet here! I bet she’s turned on now.”

I felt incredibly ashamed. More than two weeks ago, I was a virgin who hadn’t been touched by a man, but now I had turned into this.

Mr. Chong also stood up between my legs and put a thick straw over my hardening nub and began to squeeze a rubber ball like thing, with each squeeze I felt a force pulling my clit outwards. After five strokes of this, I couldn’t take it anymore, my clit ached like it was going to burst open, and I couldn’t help the tears that were slipping down my face. He saw that I was crying, but instead of pity, he seemed to give five more quick squeezes and laughed at my sobs.

He had the men standing by my legs spread my legs so hard that the slit was completely open, and then put a mirror underneath me so that I could see for myself what they were doing there. He removed the straw and I saw that the blood-red slit had opened all the way to reveal the little hole underneath, opening and closing like a fish’s mouth, which I couldn’t control myself; the nipple had protruded completely, so large I couldn’t imagine it, and had turned a brownish-red color because of the engorgement.

He pinched the nub from the root, picked up another long thick needle and stabbed it in, I screamed in agony and the two men around me immediately held me down in a death grip so I couldn’t move. The man near my head undid his white robe and inserted the rod into my mouth, ordering me to suck on it, but not to bite it with my teeth.

Mr. Chong jerked the long needle back and forth, and I felt that it was already bleeding there. He let the long needle still inserted in the pubic core, and applied some more alcohol on it, where it immediately felt like it was on fire, at the same time I felt the alcohol dripping into the slit as well. As soon as he had finished with it, he withdrew the long needle and put a ring through that as well, snapping the ring shut. At that moment the man who had been pumping in my mouth also ejaculated, and then they all left.

In the mirror I saw the golden rings flashing between my legs, the rings on my breasts still hanging by the scales, the tips of my breasts pointing like arrows to the roof of the house; my clitoris kept sticking out, never able to retract, sore and painful, extremely uncomfortable. I couldn’t help but feel sad and let out a cry, the mucus in my mouth dripped with foam and flowed onto the floor.

After a while, the nurse came in with Mr. Chong and two other men. Mr. Chong hung two more scales on the hook, and the sudden weight made my breasts tear as if they were going to rip apart, causing me to scream in pain. He rubbed alcohol on my nipples, which made the pain even worse, and my whole body was sweating.

Only heard him say: “If you don’t quiet down again, I will have a way to make you shut up.” Said took out a gag to, this gag is not quite the same as ordinary, there is a short round rod, it seems that there are some sharp protrusions.

He ordered me to open my mouth, and I looked at the gag in fear, keeping it tightly closed, not daring to open it. He raised his eyebrows and grabbed the scale and pulled it downward so hard that I screamed again in pain, and he took the opportunity to jam the gag in my mouth and secure it with a strap behind my head. My mouth was gagged as tightly as a chewed horse, the contents of the gag lodged in the muscles of my cheeks.

“Now you should be quiet!” He said triumphantly, pulling out another belt and smacking it hard across my belly, my body flinched back in pain as the hanging scales wobbled, pulling my breasts back and forth. He had the other two hold the lips of my pussy in clamps so that the slit was completely open, telling them that he wanted to check the effect of all the days of conditioning I had had there.

The nurse stuck one finger in, then another, poking up inside and occasionally touching my clit, making me feel a strange itch drilling through me. Then her thumb went in as well, and I realized that she had stuck her whole palm in.

I’m afraid I’m already flooded down there, because as she thrusts, not only do I not feel any pain at all, but I feel incredibly sweet. Every time she touched my pubic core, I felt like I was electrocuted, making it hard for me to breathe. My breathing became more and more rapid, and I felt more and more lewd water being secreted down there, making my thighs seem to be wet. My pussy nucleus was touched again, and my whole body convulsed as my body went limp.

She pulled out her palm and saw that it was dripping wet, she licked up all the lewdness like it was a delicacy, and took her fingers in her mouth like she was sucking on a meat stick. Then she licked her lips and came over and kissed me on my nose and eyes.

I felt something much thicker enter me, and I looked down, and it turned out that Mr. Chong had inserted his fingers as well. His palm was even wider than the nurse’s, and he shoved his fingers in one by one, pausing from time to time in between to see my reaction.

I was in much more pain now than when the nurse had just stuck it in, the nurse just seemed to be trying to make me orgasm while Mr. Chong was just trying to stick all his fingers in. By the time he got to the fourth finger in, I was moaning in pain. By the time he got his thumb in, he pushed hard and squeezed his entire right palm in, while at the same time stabbing his left hand inside my asshole bud. He could only fit three fingers in his left hand, so as if he was very disappointed, he told one of the men watching to pull up the gold ring on my nipple, and I immediately whimpered in pain again, as if my entire lower body was being roasted by fire.

He pulled his hands out and brought a cunt spreader, inserted it into the ass bud and then twisted the screws to hold the place open, and I felt that I had reached my limit, the mucous membranes in my anus clinging to the cool metal. At the same time I felt him put something else in and then remove the dilator, and the gaping mouth of the propped open asshole bud closed immediately.

What was left inside was like a small cylinder, about the size of a normal phallus, but it was moving inside. Mr. Chong said, “Ah, everything is normal. We call this thing enlarger, your anus seems to have adapted, because it is not tightly wrapped around it, indicating that there is room for expansion. Let’s see if I can expand it another 6 centimeters.” The thing in the anus slowly twisted and turned, slowly jerking back and forth like a dildo.

I can’t tell you what it felt like. I felt a little pain, but not so much that it was like a massage inside my anus. Immediately there was a sharp pain and the thing suddenly shot up 6 centimeters and it hurt like a knife scraping inside. It took me a long time to get my breath back, but it immediately grew a little bigger, and the pain was so bad that I couldn’t breathe.

He came back up and stuck his palm in the cunt, then his wrist went in, the whole wrist pumping in and out.

His grip formed into a fist, in and out, like he was boxing, and when he didn’t get one in, I had trouble breathing. He didn’t care how I reacted, and did this for almost half an hour, before he withdrew his wrist and put his fist on my mouth for me to lick clean.

I licked the palm of my hand that was covered in my own lust while I felt something in my anus start to rise again. This was like the third time in my memory. At this point in comparison, my breasts were rather less painful, even though they were still dangling from the weights.

I was finally unhooked, but the amplifier remained inside. He helped me to stand up, untied the thin strings from the nipple rings and ordered me to stand facing him with my legs open. He grabbed both nipple rings and tugged them up and down a few times, then bent down and removed them from my anus, then began licking my slit, tugging up and down the gold ring on my clit as he did so. I was going crazy with the pain and pleasure and soon I was leaking again. I was already extremely weak and Mr. Chong had to hold me up and call the nurse over.

I had almost forgotten the nurse existed. She attached a leash to the three rings and dragged me out of the room and down the hall, where she strapped me back into an “X” shaped brace in the corner. Mr. Chong approached me with a girl who scrubbed my anus, breasts and pussy with a sponge of warm water and then left.

At that moment another peculiar woman came in. This woman is about 34 years old, with huge breasts and a long head of black hair. She wore high heels, almost 1 meter 80, only to hear her to Mr. Zhuang laughed: “Why do not you introduce ah!” Mr. Zhuang said to me: “This is my wife, you must serve her as I serve. Tonight and tomorrow we will sleep together, let us have fun.”

She sat on Mr. Chong’s lap and kissed her husband deeply while Mr. Chong’s hand was between her legs stroking. They just sat there looking at me while whispering and nodding from time to time, I couldn’t hear what they were saying at all.

(xxxv)

They stood up, walked over to me, untied my legs, one at a time and lifted them up until they were parallel to my hands, tying the arms and legs together, and cool air immediately poured in through the open slit. Mrs. Chong reached in and stirred a finger inside, then put it in her mouth and tasted it, then she stroked me.

Her hands slowly moved down my neck and stopped at my breasts. She grabbed the rings embedded in them and twisted them so hard, as if filled with hatred, that I felt both nipples being twisted off, and the tears fell once again. She licked at both rings a few more times as her hands continued to move downward, finally stopping at her pussy. She touched her clit and grabbed the gold ring, twisting it hard as well.

She took a long, fiery red scarf out of the closet, tucked it into each of the three loops in turn, gave it a firm tug, pulled all three loops up, and then tied the scarf to the pink hanger and smiled at me and said, “Does it look like a pretty package to you?” I was tied in the most humiliating position and with this decoration I realized that they did look like knots on a parcel.

She pulled another pair of panties out of the closet and put them on, the kind of underpants that had been worn by the owner’s wife as well as Kiera, with holes in the front and a couple of straps on the pants. She inserted a pair of electric rods into her bottom, with one end showing out of the hole, and she attached an even thicker one, then tied the straps off and walked over to me.

The electric rod stood out majestically, and she stroked it as she walked, as if it were a real rod.

She came to her husband’s side, and Mr. Chong, who also had his hand on the electric rod, screwed his wife’s fat ass and pushed her in front of me.

Mrs. Chong crouched over me, put the electric rod inserted, at the same time with a hand to pull the scarf tied to the hanger, the pain immediately from the three points spread throughout the body. Mrs. Chong said in my ear: “Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt anymore.”

She slowly sank her body down, her hand cupping my clit and rubbing it roughly. The mix of pain and pleasure made me breathless and uncomfortable.

Mr. Chong also inserted his fingers into my asshole bud as he stood between his wife’s legs and skillfully attacked from behind. With their cooperation, I felt myself nearing my peak again.

Mr. Chong then stood up and pulled the electric rod out and inserted it into my anus; he himself crouched down on his wife’s back and inserted the rod into her anus, and the electric rod began to pump in and out of me as he did so.

Mrs. Chong’s face showed a strange expression. At this moment, she was sandwiched between Mr. Zhuang and I. She also had an electric rod inserted in her lower body, her back hole was pushed in by her husband, and Mr. Zhuang’s downward thrust prompted the electric rod inside me to poke into her depths; Mr. Zhuang’s backward retractions caused the electric rod to be pulled out again. I think she had probably never had an experience like this before either, and soon all three of us reached orgasm.

Mr. Chong pulled her away and removed his wife’s shorts for her, and they each sat down on a comfortable recliner. Mr. Chong rang the electric bell and called two servants up.

He ordered the male servant to lick his lower body clean for him, saying that this was a punishment for the faults committed by the servant in the morning. I didn’t know what the servant had done in the morning, I only saw him obediently sucking for Mr. Chuang, but his rod didn’t respond at all, until Mr. Chuang ordered him to stop, and his rod didn’t see any erection. Mr. Chuang became furious, I had never seen him lose his temper like that before.

He told his wife to tie this maid behind her back on the table with her lower body fully spread. He ordered the maid to wash my bottom, which had to be clean and dry, without leaving any dirt. Then he went to the male servant, who was already trembling with fear, as if he were about to cry out.

Mr. Chong picked up a leather whip, and a box with some unknown contents. He spread the servant’s feet apart and tied them to a wooden stick, then he put a ring on his rod and ran it down to the root, then he took out a piece of ice and put it on the glans of the rod, and the servant immediately screamed.

Mr. Chong again ordered his wife, who was grinning sarcastically, to hold the rod and licked the glans himself, checking to see if it had been frozen to his satisfaction. Watching this scene, I felt wetness rising in my lower body.

I only saw Mrs. Chong smiling fiercely and gripping the rod tightly, Mr. Chong took out a needle from the box, I understood what he was going to do, I felt the place on my body where the ring had been passed through start to hurt faintly again. He deliberately waved the long needle in front of the servant, putting a pillow on his hip to raise his lower body higher, then Mr. Zhuang slowly drove the needle into the male servant’s glans.

His movements were strangely slow, purposely trying to make the servant suffer more pain. As I watched the steel needle slowly pierce in, I couldn’t help but shiver, remembering my own painful experience again. But Mr. Zhuang seemed to be a bit more merciful to me, because at least when he was putting the ring on me, his movements were much faster.

When he had the needle completely through the glans he began to yank it back and forth like a saw and the poor slave couldn’t stand it any longer and squealed like a pig being killed. Finally Mr. Chong threaded a silver ring through the small hole left by the steel needle, which was much larger than the one I had on me and had a heavy object like a door lock hanging from it. He had the slave stand up, and as soon as Mrs. Chong let go, the whole rod was pulled by the weight, hanging from the servant’s crotch.

The servant’s rod was still limp, I guess any man suffering such pain should not be able to get an erection! Mr. Zhuang was still furious, he copied the leather whip and lashed at the slave’s pussy, quickly turning the place red. Then Mr. Zhuang roughly gripped the rod and gave it a few quick strokes, only to see the servant’s penis finally become erect. Mr. Zhuang locked a chain on the stick that held the slave in place, and the other end was locked to the penis ring, yanking the servant’s rod straight up and pointing to the ground. His glans must have been strangely painful, because he screamed again.

Mr. Chong dragged him over to the window and made him stand on the sill so that anyone coming and going could see the newly applied ring and locked cock. He said to the servant, “If you ever shrivel down, I’ll beat it to erection, so you’d better stay like this all the time.” With that he pulled on the cock ring, patted the maid on the ass and twisted his head toward me.

Just now this scene has seen my heart jumping, then see him come over, can not help but shiver all over, do not know what he has tricks. He reached out and touched my lower body and said, “It’s really good, you’re starting to get excited.”

He looked at the male maid again and saw that his rod was still erect, so he ordered the other maid to go to the bed and told her to crouch on her knees. Mrs. Chong crawled underneath her, her pussy below the maid’s head, and Mr. Chong held the maid’s head down and ordered her to start licking his wife’s pussy. The maid slowly licked from the outside in and soon Mrs. Chong was moaning.

Mr. Chong slowly approached the maid’s hips, then suddenly thrust his penis into the maid. The maid was also excited, her nipples were high in the air and her breasts were shaking back and forth like a hanging gourd with her rapid breathing.

Mr. Zhuang and his wife turned the maid over again, spread her legs apart, and inserted an electric rod into it. This electric rod is controlled by a remote control switch, Mr. Zhuang toggled the switch, the electric rod immediately thrust back and forth, and in a non-stop rotation. The maid was soon stimulated to the apex, her back arched, her hands gripped the bedsheets with force, and she was breathing heavily. But then the electric rod stopped, and she was dragged to the head of the bed, her hands and feet tied together and chained to the bed. The electric wand was still inserted inside her, her lower body fully open and facing me.

Mr. Chong and his wife thus tied up the three slaves in the bedroom in extremely lewd positions. They turned off the lights and went straight to sleep.

(XXXVI)

I couldn’t sleep at all, my whole body was tingling, but even worse, my urge to poop was getting stronger and stronger as they hadn’t let me go to the bathroom until now. I could no longer hold it in a bit and finally a few drops of urine spilled out and splashed on the carpet. I was so shocked that I no longer dared to nap and just hoped that the carpet would be dry by the time they got up.

It was getting light and the farm was getting noisy. From my point of view, I could see the “horses.”

The men were taken out of the stables for the usual morning wash. People saw the male servant standing on the windowsill and roared with laughter at the sight of his lower body. He was still hard there, but torn by his chains and pointing straight to the ground.

Mr. Chong and his wife woke up as well, and they got up naked to check on their slaves. Mrs. Chong came over to me and felt the wet stains on the floor and burst into a rage, calling her husband over as well and pointing him out.

Mr. Chong said to me, “I’m so disappointed that you haven’t learned how to control yourself.” He picked up a long whip and aimed it at my clit. I remained in my original position, so each whip landed on my slit, and the pain was excruciating.

Only to see his prick slowly getting hard as well, he walked behind the male slave and inserted his erect rod into the male slave’s anus, while at the same time undoing the chains that were fastened to the male slave’s penis, which immediately popped up despite the weight hanging from the male slave’s rod.

Mr. Chong jerked violently inside him, holding his rod with both hands and fiddling with it as well, and both of them ejaculated at the same time. Only a line of milky white goo sprayed out from the male slave’s glans, forming a parabola that fell far to the ground.

Mrs. Chong then untied the slave girl tied to the bed and played with her pussy. Mrs. Chong ordered her to stand by the table, untied me as well and pushed me over to the table, ordering me to stand with my hands on the table and my legs spread wide. Then she had the slave girl stand with her back to me, and tied a belt around her waist, with two straps dangling from underneath it that snagged tightly between her ass cheeks and against her slit, pulling it up from the other end and buckling it to the belt. She inserted something else into the slave girl’s bottom, and I don’t think it could have been anything other than an electric wand. Then she mounted another thing in the slave girl’s pussy and the slave girl moaned.

Mrs. Chong turned the slave girl around, only to see that the slave girl’s lower body was unexpectedly erected with two electric rods, secured to her pussy with straps. One of the other ends of the electric rods was inserted into her vagina and the other into her anus.

Mrs. Chong turned out to want my front and back holes to be penetrated by one person at the same time!

She walked over to me and tied my hands together and warned me that she wouldn’t tie my feet but that I couldn’t bring them together or she would make me look bad. She put a piece of cloth over the slave girl’s eyes, took her behind me, aimed both dildos at my front and back holes, and with a firm push on the slave girl, the two electric rods were immediately inserted.

The slave moaned loudly: “Ah…” At the same time, I felt Mrs. Chong holding her waist, pushing and pulling the two electric rods in and out of me, while saying to the slave: “Now you know what to do, don’t you? Don’t need me to teach you again, right?” The girl woke up, pushed up her waist and jerked on me.

My lower body was in pain as she attacked me, the electric rod was like a thick piece of wood rubbing against my sensitive parts, I moaned in pain but the girl kept on pumping as if she didn’t even hear me.

After a short while, she suddenly jerked up and went limp on my back, both of her things still inside me. Mrs. Chong dragged her up and withdrew the electric rod as well. The stimulation no longer provoked an orgasm in me, but I didn’t expect anything, because I was afraid that this was my punishment for peeing on the carpet!

Mr. Chong let the two slaves go, leaving me alone. They ordered me to lie down on a bench and Mrs. Chong straddled my head and sat down, ordering me to tongue her slit. Her two pussy lips were so fat and large that they almost covered my mouth and nose. Soon she was soaking wet there, lewd water smeared all over my face, and her clit bulged, long against my lips, which I took in my mouth and sucked hard. I felt her breathing getting faster and harder, squeezing her pussy down towards my face with all her might. By the time she stood up, my face was coated with her love juices, and I tried to wipe them away with my hands, as some of them had run into my eyes.

Mr. Zhuang slapped me heavily and drank, “Who told you to move?!” He spread my legs apart, and thrust his rod in. My place had been ravaged too much yesterday, and then whipped in the morning, it had already been in pain, and this was even more painful when he inserted it roughly. He didn’t care about my feelings at all, thrusting rapidly until his orgasm came, he pulled out his rod in a hurry, and shot all his semen on my belly.

Mrs. Chong went between my legs and licked up all of my husband’s cum, then started licking my slit down there again. She slipped a jumper into it and flipped the switch, the jumper churning up inside as she sucked on the nub and tugged on the wires, squeezing the jumper in and out. With her stimulation, I was getting wet down there too, and she immediately sensed this and sucked harder, and I leaked before I could react, and the milky love juices coated her face.

I have not rested from yesterday to now, and with orgasm after orgasm, I am on the verge of being deflated. Mr. Zhuang saw that I could not support it anymore, so he had a horse  called up, took the ring on my clit, and brought me back to his own barn. They rinsed me all over and told me to get some rest, saying that I would have a surprise in the evening.

I lay back in the hay, my hand unconsciously reaching between my legs again. I touched the gold ring and just felt it move with my hand. The pain had long passed, and now when my hand was on it, there was a strange sensation, and I realized I was wet again.

I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep. After a day of torture, I was already exhausted, and I slept like a baby because I didn’t even know when Kiera came in. She woke me up and smiled at me, “Don’t fall asleep, the night’s activities have begun!”

(XXXVII)

She dragged me onto a wooden horse with my ass high in the air, and coldly then inserted a small tube into the ass bud until it could not be re-entered, and then clamped the exposed portion with a clip. She hoisted up three bags of water, dropped a few drops of red liquid into them, shook the water well, and then loosened the clamps, and the water immediately flowed into me.

The first bag was piping hot and it hurt so much I just wanted to cover my stomach and roll to the floor, but she held me down for dear life.

When the first bag was finished, the tube was attached to the second bag, which was replaced with ice water. My stomach was getting worse and worse, and the strong urge to pee was making me feel even worse. By the time this bag was finished, I was already leaking a few drops of water down there. She connected the tube to a third bag… Three bags of water poured into my body, and I felt some of it flow into my stomach, making it grow stringy. I wanted to vomit and I wanted to pull it out urgently.

She pulled the tube out and quickly inserted a plug to block the bottom, then let go and stood me against the wall. She grinned wickedly and put her hands on my breasts, rubbing them up hard as she said to me, “You look like you’re nine months pregnant.” Said pressed hard on my bulging abdomen. My internal organs seem to be stirred, pain, I sweating.

She took the small rings on my breasts and dragged me again to a table and ordered me to lie on it with my legs spread, there was a small hole in the table and my anus was facing it. She tied my hands to the table and my feet, pulling my thighs apart again with rope and tying them to the sides of the table. She stood between my legs and began to tweak my nub.

As if she especially liked the gold ring on it, she inserted three fingers into her slit and hooked two others around it. Under the pumping and tweaking of her fingers, I gradually became aroused. She suddenly pulled out the plug, and all of a sudden the water that had been blocked leaked out wildly, and I also reached an orgasm at that moment.

She looked at the liquid coming out of the floor and inserted the tube again. This time she connected the tube directly to the faucet, turned on the switch, and the cold water poured into me again. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, she pulled out the tube and let me excrete it, flipping me over and over in this way until the last thing that came out was clear water.

Only then did she stand me up and inserted a dildo into my anus, tying my hands behind my back inside the rings on the dildo. My chest stood up as she put a chain on it and dragged me out with her.

She took me to a room, pressed me down on the couch, tied up all my hair into a ponytail, then tied the hair on the ponytail into many pigtails, while tying ribbons on each pigtail, which seemed to have writing on them. I didn’t know what tricks she wanted to play again, and was secretly uneasy.

Then she took me to another room which was filled with all kinds of equipment and a huge glass wall. She strapped me to the glass wall and removed the dildo. There were about 50 chairs on the other side of the glass wall, and gradually people came in, men and women, each holding a sealed envelope.

After an hour or so, the chairs across the room were filled with people. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Chong walk up to those people and said into the microphone, “Tonight we are going to hold a special party to give you all a surprise. Each of you has an envelope in your hand, and I will let you open it one by one. If there is a number on it, you can participate in tonight’s activities. If there’s nothing written on it, then you’ll have to wait for the next time.”

With that he pointed to a couple. They stood up, the wife was naked, her breasts flat and very slim; the husband was fat and chubby, his huge prick hanging limply from his crotch. His prick was already so thick even before it was erect; I wondered what it would be like when it was fully hard. But I had a bad feeling about it.

Mr. Chong led them in through a door, stood next to me, and had them tear a ribbon from my head and read it out loud into a microphone.

The husband tore off a piece of ribbon, pointed his finger to his prick, his wife immediately squatted down, mouth in the rod, make it fully erect. I heard him read out loud, “Anal!” He immediately came up behind me, squeezed me against the wall, and roughly inserted his prick into the anus.

Even though I had been coated there many times by Kier, this man’s rod still seemed too thick and it hurt like hell.

He was more excited by the sight of my agonized face, and with each thrust he pushed me tightly against the glass wall until he shot up inside.

Mrs. Chong nodded to the other couple and they rose to their feet, the male’s rod already standing majestically erect. There was nothing in their envelope, however, and the male gasped and slapped his wife, pinning her down as he did so, and slapping her buttocks hard enough to turn them red. He then ordered his wife to sit on top of him, aimed his rod at her anus, and pulled her down, a look of pain immediately appearing on her face. He spread his wife’s legs apart and just sat there holding her.

Next was a single man who opened the envelope, smiled triumphantly, and walked into the room. He tore a ribbon from my head as well and read aloud, “Red bullwhip.” I was so scared that my whole body trembled.

Mr. Chong handed him the key, untied me and tied me to a wooden horse again, then took a whip and viciously then lashed me.

I couldn’t help but let out an amazing scream, I never thought I could scream so loud that my eardrums “buzzed”. The whip came down and I couldn’t breathe, I just kept screaming.

I don’t know how many lashes I took before I was rolled over again and laid on my back on the wooden horse. He placed the rod between my ass cheeks and used his hands to squeeze both buttocks toward the center so that they were tightly clamped around the rod and began to pump.

I felt the hot liquid shoot up my ass and run down my slit. He made a gesture to the man who had just been there, and the man pushed the girl on top of him up and ordered her to go into this room and lick the cum off of me.

She started at her slit and worked her way up to her ass, licking every bit of cum off of it. The man reminded her that there was more in her anus, and the girl hastily spread my ass cheeks and licked the cum from her asshole buds as well, before returning to her seat with this man. Her husband sat on top of her again in the same position as earlier, holding her while thanking the man from earlier.

A couple below came over and ripped off another strap. I estimated around this time that I had at least 10 to 15 more straps tied around my head, and now that I had only ripped off three, I was already dying of exhaustion.

The two men looked at the writing on the tape and laughed out loud, saying that was what they were best at. Mr. Chuang put a stone chair by the glass wall and they took me to lie down on it, my lower body half-suspended, my feet propped up on the floor.

My wife sat up on my face and ordered me to lick her pussy; my husband plunged his rod into my bottom. As he pumped, my backside ached from the grinding of the stone chair. We stayed in that position until they both leaked. The woman stood up and exchanged places with her husband as the man shoved his rod into my mouth, right up into the depths of his throat; the woman licked her husband’s cum from my pussy but was careful not to let me climax, stopping every time I was just getting aroused. When her husband ejaculated again in my mouth, she stopped sucking, stood up and left with her husband, leaving me to suffer on the brink of orgasm.

(xxxviii)

The next couple did the same thing, they ejaculated in my mouth, my pussy, and my anus, but just wouldn’t let me orgasm. This got to the tenth ribbon when Mr. Chong came over and counted the remaining ribbons and there were four left.

Mr. Chong announced, “Let’s all go get something to eat and we’ll continue later.” Mrs. Zhuang took out a popsicle, inserted it into my lower body, and went out with everyone else. The popsicle gradually melted, water flowed out of it, dripping on the stone bench, I was already hot down there, but at this time I felt indescribably comfortable.

After half an hour, people came back to take their seats one after another. Six envelopes remain unopened, and there are still four performances left. The man who had been sitting with his partner in his arms now pushed his wife up against the glass wall, and the two of us were facing each other.

Mr. Chong told everyone to continue. Another strap-on was ripped off and they selected another couple to come up and attack the holes all over my body that they could fill together anally, vaginally, in the mouth, and one person just grabbed the ring on the nub and shook it. They kept rotating and each time they got me horny. The next couple strips had the same instructions written on them, and by this time there were only two strips left, and I was secretly glad that I was finally nearing the end.

Mr. Chong proceeded to call a couple up, who tore off a strap and read, “Make her meat hole bigger!” They immediately took out a cunt spreader. My wife inserted the spreader into me and ordered my husband to lie down next to me, with his bottom up high, exposing his anus. She motioned for the other couple to come up as well and said, “Let’s have a contest, you use my slave and I’ll train this slut!”

The couple inserted another dilator into the man’s anus, and I heard the man beside me moan. They twisted the screws and counted, “One round, two rounds… five rounds!” I squirmed uncomfortably, my lower body being stretched out, but the man didn’t move at all. “6 circles, 7 circles, 8 circles.” I screamed in pain while glancing at the man beside me, who didn’t seem to be in any discomfort yet.

They pulled the spreader out of me and pressed the man into me. He had long been erect down there, his rod was almost 30 centimeters long and he thrust into me effortlessly. By the time they had wriggled around one more time, I felt the rod lengthen a little more. It was the tenth circle! He finally couldn’t help but scream. They roughly pulled out the spreader and the man ejaculated at that point.

His master slapped him angrily and said, “Did I tell you to cum? I don’t think so! Let’s see what I’ll do to you!”

Mr. Chong immediately had an idea. Noticing that none of the hairs on the man’s lower body had been shaved yet, he asked his hostess, “Would you prefer him to be naked there, or to keep those hairs?”

Mistress said, “Up until now, I’ve wanted him to keep a bit of his privacy, but you can do as well as you want!”

They tied the slave to a gynecological operating table, strapped straps around his abdomen and chest, and secured his feet in stirrups next to the table. Mr. Chong took out several rolls of duct tape and handed them to Mistress. The poor slave was struggling restlessly, his rod had long since gone limp, Mistress dared him to get hard again, but what could he do in this current situation? Mistress grabbed his rod and gave it a few rough strokes, finally making it stand up.

Mr. Chong asked everyone to line up and come up in turn to stick the adhesive tape to the slave’s skin and tear it off. The first person held the slave’s rod in one hand, pressed the tape tightly with the other, and with a sharp tug, a mass of hair was ripped off… The slave screamed miserably as the hair on his lower body was torn off bit by bit until it became bare, and his erection was even more conspicuous.

Mistress glued a piece of panty-sized tape tightly to the slave’s lower body, with the rod of flesh pressed tightly between his legs. She untied the slave’s feet and made him stand up, a look of pain appeared on his face at once and he could barely keep his legs closed. Master ordered her to lie down on the floor and have one sit on his hips as the slave cried out and left, begging Master to spare him.

Mistress turned to me and said, “You made him cum. He’s usually a good boy, you must have encouraged him to do it.” With that, she walked towards me. I was so scared that I wanted to back away, but Mr. Chong had already stood behind me and held me tightly, saying to her, “What do you want to do?”

She dragged me back to the inverted V-shaped wooden horse and greeted Mrs. Chong, who was busy finding a piece of sandpaper and laying it on the wooden horse. My hands were tied and my body was suspended. The mistress took out a bag, the room was immediately filled with a spicy smell, she said: “This is my favorite way of punishment.” She said, “This is my favorite way to punish me.” She put liquid on three of her fingers and handed the bag to Mr. Chong.

She walked over to me and inserted her finger into her vagina and coated the top with it. Then she coated her pussy lips inside and out with that liquid, then walked behind me and coated the inside of her asshole bud and between her front and back holes.

I was lowered down and sat on the sandpaper, they all stepped back and smiled as they watched. The irritating properties of the liquid started to kick in and I tried to keep my body still, but the pain was so bad that I couldn’t help but move my hips to try and ease the pain, not realizing that it was getting worse instead, and it seemed as if the sandpaper was rubbing through the sandpaper in some places on my lower back, and the oil was seeping through.

I cried out in pain and begged her to forgive me. She climbed up and held me from behind, grabbing the rings above my breasts with both hands and tying them to the hooks that hung my hands. This way, if I moved even slightly, my breasts would be involved.

She jumped down again and started playing with the clit. I couldn’t help but try to squirm again under her stimulation, but at the slightest movement, the tingling immediately spread throughout my body again. I was panting from her, but eventually I let out. Strangely enough, at that moment, it was as if the pain had all disappeared.

She unhooked me and laid me flat on my back and sterilized the area with alcohol to avoid sensory leakage. I heard Mr. Chong start to say goodbye to everyone and told them that there would be another party like this next month.

(XXXIX. END)

I was no longer able to walk and Mr. Chong slung me over his shoulder to the outside of the house and placed me in a chair. This chair was also equipped with two electric rods, my lower body was facing them, the front one slid in easily, I was already stretched out there, another one could be inserted I think. The one in the back was not so easy, Mrs. Chong pressed a switch and the electric rod in the back wiggled, she adjusted the position before inserting it into the back hole. My asshole buds were now tight after that ravaging earlier, and now as soon as I was stabbed with a foreign object, it immediately tore and hurt again.

Mrs. Chong tugged at the gold ring on my pussy core and pulled it forward so hard that I had to desperately lean my body forward to ease the pain. She pulled two wires out from under the chair and secured a hook at the front of the chair, hooking the ring on my clit to the hook. My legs were forced all the way open and my body pushed forward so hard that my clit was stretched thin and long.

I just kept sitting in this position, the maid brought the food and they started eating without even looking at me. The electric rod suddenly vibrated wildly, I couldn’t breathe at once, I just felt the electric rod spinning while still getting bigger. I suddenly felt two hot streams erupting from the electric rod, which turned out to be oil! This made my front and back holes become even more lubricated, the electric rod then became another round bigger, holding up both holes almost to the limit.

They finished eating too, which brought them over, turned them under the chair a couple of times, and the electric rods were removed, unhooked, and helped me to my feet. The two electric rods were so thick that I could barely close my legs.

Mr. Zhuang said to me, “Well, that’s enough for today. But there is still a long way to go!” I cried sadly, only to hear him say: “I have to make final preparations for you to return you to your boss.

You’ll love it, because after that treatment, you’ll be as tightly bound every minute of every day, without any more trouble from us!”

What do you mean? Every moment is like being tied up tight? I looked at him in horror, not knowing what he wanted to do, I wanted to back away, but my body was held up by Mrs. Zhuang. I saw Mr. Zhuang take out a piece of gauze and put it over my mouth, I smelled a strong smell of medicine, then I lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took me to wake up, my head was dizzy and aching as if it was going to split, but my whole body felt even more like it was on fire, especially my shoulders and the roots of my thighs. I found myself in the room that had been ringed, lying on that operating table, gagged and covered with a white cloth. I twisted my body in pain, which made me realize that the electric wand was still inserted inside me, and it seemed like there was a small heel of tubing still inserted in my urethra, squeezing it uncomfortably. I was the only one in the room.

I don’t know how long it took, but I just lay there, unable to move my body as if it were tied down. Suddenly the door opened and four people came in. The first two were Mr. and Mrs. Zhuang, and I couldn’t help but shiver all over when I saw the people behind me, who turned out to be the boss and his wife!

They laughed and came over, tilted the table a little, lifted the white cloth, and I froze, my head pounding. They had actually removed my limbs! My whole body was wrapped in thick gauze, and all that was left of my shoulders were two round bumps; underneath I couldn’t quite see, but I knew that my legs were gone as well, and my entire lower body was wrapped in gauze as well, with the wires of the electric wand sticking out of it, and the switch tied to my chest with a bandage. I wanted to scream out in pain, but all that could come out of my mouth was a whimper; I struggled desperately, but couldn’t move my body at all.

Mr. Chong smiled, the smile seemed so evil, he was practically a demon! Tears slid down my face, I couldn’t even wipe them. Am I still a human being like this? I only have half of my body left.

I heard the boss say, “It’s perfect! How dare you think of it.” He picked up a plastic bag from underneath and saw that it was filled with yellow liquid. Mr. Zhuang said: “afraid of her urine leakage wound, so I had to use this lead out.” Said the tube poked, the top of my bladder vaguely painful.

“I’ve really become their plaything now and will never be free again.” I thought sadly. There were scalpels all over the room, and I really wanted to pick one up and cut myself off, but I simply couldn’t.

The boss wiped the tears from my face and said, “Don’t cry! You’ll be able to enjoy yourself from now on. Look what I’ve prepared for you.” He picked up a baby basket with a thick cushion inside. He picked me up as if I were a baby, put me in the basket, and said to Mr. Chong: “Thank you very much, I may need your help again.” Mr. Zhuang laughed : “Teach me whenever you want!”

Mrs. Chong lifted the basket and her husband and walked out, at the same time she turned on the switch of the electric rod, the electric rod vibrated again. I wriggled helplessly, and again strange pains drilled through my whole body. We walked out of the farm, it was sunny outside, but to my eyes everything looked so pale, I no longer belonged to this world.

Their car was then parked outside, and the boss and his wife sat in the back seat one on each side, sandwiching me in the middle, just like the first time we went to their villa, the only difference being that this time they didn’t have to grab my legs. The driver started the car and headed back towards the boss’s villa.

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