【Sex Slave Training Academy】(34) 【Author: capricandy】

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Chapter 34, Physical Examination (Part 2)

Qingqing and I were chased away by the teaching assistant from the place where we had just undergone our physical examinations. Only after turning the corner and leaving the corridor
did we finally stop. In the dark corner, though we couldn't see each other's faces, the two girls simultaneously
embraced each other sadly, tears streaming down their faces.

The humiliation we had suffered in those short ten or twenty minutes had far exceeded our limits.
However, even though we had completed that long series of full-body examinations, this was only the beginning of the shame…
Our examination results would be made public to thousands, even tens of thousands, of customers outside the school. In
places we didn't even know, completely unfamiliar men would have access to
the results of our humiliating examinations…

our physical data would be known. Although I had experienced this several weeks ago when I was measured, what
I received then was just a bunch of quantitative data. Plus, since it was girls measuring each other, the data
wasn't actually very accurate. Even the shame stemmed from the fact that after the data was collected and compiled, along with photos, and sent to every
classmate , I felt
the shame of every inch of my body being measured and known to the whole class…

Now, the evaluation is not only conducted by "evaluators" who are even more professional than teaching assistants, but I'm also being judged and evaluated like an inanimate
object. Instead of the girls comforting and encouraging each other, I'm being criticized for
certain flaws and shortcomings, and subjected to further ridicule and humiliation. Things that would have made me feel ashamed to death
when praised are now being criticized, making the humiliation feel tens of thousands of times greater.

Furthermore, what's even more devastating is that this physical evaluation activity isn't over yet!

The barcode stickers, divided into five columns of three each, were there because there were three appraisers, hence
the five columns… Despite the slim hope, Qingqing and I still clung to the idea that they represented five body parts:
face, chest, legs, genitals, and rear… Although the appraisers initially only removed the first column
from the form, we initially thought they were being "proactive" by appraising the other sections
as well…

However, when we got our stickers back, our dreams were shattered… The stickers in the other four columns remained firmly on
the form we received. All the humiliation and hardship we endured had only covered
one- …

In other words, it wasn't just a single body part, but every part of our entire body, inside and out, had to be
appraised four times…

If that's the case, why go through all this trouble? Wouldn't it be much simpler to have fifteen appraisers surround us and appraise us all at once
? Why divide it into one to five stages? Or… would there be different appraisal methods? But we
've already been thoroughly examined from head to toe, with almost every pore scrutinized.
What could possibly be overlooked?

Qingqing and I simply refused to think about or confront these questions. While waiting for the other three sisters'
assessment, the thought of the humiliation we had just endured, and the fact that the sisters were experiencing the same thing,
stirred up all the feelings of grievance and shame we had just felt, and tears streamed down our faces.

…

After grieving for what felt like an eternity, as our emotions gradually calmed down, we began to grapple with a difficult decision
: should we wait for Xiaorutou, Xuanxuan, and Xiaofen to come out…

Although we had been heartbroken for quite some time, their assessment was still
at least . Hiding here during this time would be disastrous if a teaching assistant happened to pass by and discovered us
. Besides, they would need time to vent their emotions, just like we did after their assessments .
If Qingqing and I, having finally managed to come out and see them, were to hug and cry again, it would only
reignite our negative emotions. This wouldn't comfort them, and we wouldn't know how to face the
upcoming assessments…

Moreover, waiting for each other every time wasn't a solution. We just wanted to
finish and return to our dorm; we just wanted to be in a small space where we, as sisters, and our seniors
could be more comfortable…

“Let’s go…” Qingqing whispered. Although neither of us discussed our thoughts with the other,
we had reached the same decision with remarkable understanding.

"Hmm..." I responded softly, reaching out to take Qingqing's hand. The two girls gave each other enough
courage to take the first difficult step together, and it wasn't too hard to continue.

(Anyway, everything's already been seen through... what difference does it make if it's looked at a few more times...) I
thought to myself with a sense of self-abandonment. I was so resistant and resistant just now, but now that I've vented my emotions, I can face it more calmly
. Anyway, the parts of my body that will be praised or ridiculed have already been
pretty much , and they'll all be exposed to thousands, even tens of thousands of customers. So what if it needs to be examined a few more times
, dozens of times? It won't make much difference...

...Before arriving at the next examination location and going inside for the second body examination, I really
naively thought that...

...

When we arrived at the next examination checkpoint marked "2," there was another row of
girls , but there were far fewer than at the first checkpoint. We also noticed that each of the three girls who went inside left the classroom in less than half the time it took to examine them, although their faces were just as pale as ours after
the first examination... 　　"Looks like our appraiser was a bit careless this time..." After kneeling down, I secretly turned to Qingqing, who was behind me in line, and whispered after taking advantage of the patrolling teaching assistant's inattention. 　　"Shh—turn back quickly, be careful not to be spotted by the teaching assistant," Qingqing said, but her face couldn't hide her disappointment.

A fleeting sense of relief and joy emerged. That agonizing, agonizing ordeal, where every second felt like
an eternity, was something one would hope for to end quickly rather than prolong the pain, to minimize the humiliation. Otherwise, waiting for other girls to be
assessed, like before, would be a terrifying form of torture.

Moreover, the shorter assessment time for each group had another advantage: if Qingqing and I were separated into two groups
, I, having been assessed first, could stay and wait for Qingqing to come out before moving on to the next stage together,
without wasting too much time.

However, this hypothetical situation didn't occur. When three girls ahead of me entered the classroom, and it was my turn
to kneel at the classroom door as the first in line, I knew the next group would be me, Qingqing, and the girls
behind .

Kneeling in front of the classroom door, already shorter due to the kneeling posture, I
felt even more insignificant looking at the door and thinking about what was happening inside, what we were about to face. The door itself seemed incredibly
heavy . Qingqing noticed my unease and secretly took my hand, which was outstretched behind my back. Feeling the coldness of her hand but
the strength of her encouragement, I felt a little more at ease.

Behind us, the girl waiting to go in with us seemed somewhat unwilling to accept this
outcome . She was clearly with the girls behind her in line, but because Qingqing and I
were excluded, she had to fill the remaining spot. This made me feel
fortunate .

After those girls, even more girls were kneeling and waiting in line. Qingqing and I glanced back when
the teaching assistant wasn't looking, but we didn't see Xiaorutou or the others. Their first stage of assessment should
have finished , but since each stage has several different checkpoints, they might have chosen
a different checkpoint than us, or even skipped the second stage and went straight to the third or fourth stage, etc.

(Anyway, I'll be able to meet them when I get back to the dorm... I guess we'll have to work together to comfort Xiaofen, who's most afraid of
strangers ... Even we can't stand it anymore...) Thinking about them makes
me worry about Xiaofen. When I saw her after the afternoon exam, she seemed a bit emotionally unstable, but I didn't even get to comfort
her before she was rushed to the physical assessment... I'm starting to regret not staying to wait for them to come out...

Suddenly, the door in front of me opened without warning, and at the same time, another door to the classroom opened, and the three girls who had
just . This assessment was much faster than the first stage
; I wasn't even fully prepared mentally before it was our turn.

Despite the lingering tension and anxiety, with the teaching assistant standing beside me, there was no way I could back down
. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and lead the way, along with Qingqing and the lone girl behind us, crawling into
the classroom.

Once the three of us were inside, the door closed with a click, and it was then that I realized
something was wrong …

there weren't just three appraisers in the classroom, but about ten… I did a quick count and
discovered there were nine appraisers in total.

In the center of the classroom, where space had been cleared, were three appraisal tables, but they weren't
made up . Instead, they were large
wooden boards, about two meters long and nearly a meter wide, supported by several desks, reaching about waist height for a standing man.

What puzzled us even more was that in front of the desks, between the chairs meant for the appraisers,
there was another wooden board on the floor. The board was the same size as the one on the desks, but it clearly
had many more shoe prints left by the appraisers, yet it also looked as if it had been wiped clean by something…

“What are you still standing there for? Don’t you know the rules?” one of the appraisers asked irritably, interrupting our
bewilderment and thoughts. We then came to our senses and hurriedly crawled over to give the appraisers a “goodbye kiss.”

Having learned a valuable lesson from the previous appraisal experience, I realized that these appraisers can influence
our "fate"... whether it's the upcoming appraisal or our future path...

The fact that there are so many appraisers is quite obvious; we, as one girl, will be facing three
appraisers, unlike before when we had to wait for them to appraise other girls. This means the process will be
shorter than the previous one, which makes sense...

With so many appraisers, we were all in a chaotic mess, unsure which one to kiss goodnight to. Then
one appraiser took the form from my hand and tore off a "0129-2" sticker. I realized that the appraiser
was deciding which of us to appraise. For that appraiser, I dared not slack off and kissed them diligently.

*Smack!*—

I was suddenly slapped on the butt, startled and stunned from my kissing mood.

"Where's your number?" the appraiser said impatiently. I then remembered that the words proving my identity were still written on my
butt , which I needed to show the appraiser! On one hand, I blamed myself for being so nervous that I forgot everything and suffered this humiliation;
on the other hand , I felt secretly wronged. Couldn't I have just informed them? Was it really necessary to spank them immediately?

Not long after, my second and third appraisers were also chosen. I followed behind the
three appraisers, crawling on my knees to the innermost appraisal table. Qingqing and the other girl had also
chosen their three appraisers and were led to their respective tables.

Unfortunately, Qingqing and I were on opposite sides, while the other girl was in the middle.
However, it was somewhat comforting that since each girl had separate appraisers, they wouldn't be compared or criticized,
right?

"Climb up and kneel down!" one of the appraisers on my side said first, but I wasn't the only one. Qingqing and
that girl were also forced onto the humiliating appraisal platform, waiting for another round of physical examinations...

"This round of the appraisal is 'tactile.' Just think of yourselves as lifeless dolls. Don't resist
or struggle, and it will be over quickly. Otherwise, it will affect the results of the appraisal, and that's your own fault
."

I didn't hear the second half clearly, only the first part about "tactile"... and then I suddenly realized something was wrong
. It seemed like they had mentioned visual appraisal before the first round started...

Before I could recover from my panic, the appraisal had already begun, and one of the appraisers suddenly reached out and touched...
They touched my cheek, making me instinctively flinch. But that wasn't the worst part. The second
appraiser reached out and touched my breasts through my tattered uniform shirt, which barely covered anything
. The third appraiser went even further, slipping one hand inside my kneeling, tightly pressed thighs and the other behind my
back , stroking my buttocks through my skirt…

"Aaaaaah—" Suddenly being groped by three men, I twisted my body in protest, trying to
reach out and stop them. But before I could even raise my hand, the first appraiser slapped me hard across the face.

"If you don't want to be appraised, get out of here! You slut!" the appraiser said viciously.

"Ugh..." I was so frightened that I dared not resist anymore. It wasn't just that the slap hurt, but it also shattered
my courage to fight back. The appraiser's insult of calling me a "slut" reminded me of
the ...

"Hey sir, don't be so angry! This slut may be 'improperly behaved,' but she's quite
attractive . Why don't you try touching her breasts to calm down? Even through her clothes, the feel is
top-notch!" The appraiser, who was roughly touching my breasts through my almost bursting shirt, also tried to
smooth things over .

(Feel?...Touch...So that's what it is...)

Hearing the appraiser's words, I suddenly understood what this appraisal was all about. The first appraisal was supposed to be a visual appraisal
, but the appraiser explained it clearly, and since it was our first time being appraised like this, we were too embarrassed to think, and naturally,
we forgot what kind of appraisal it was. When I heard it was a tactile assessment, my first thought was that it would test
my own sense of touch. But now, hearing the assessor praise the feel of my chest, and recalling the assessment
items and process from before, it all makes sense…

This tactile assessment doesn't refer to our own sense of touch… but rather to the assessors'… more formally
, it's about how future customers will perceive us… Just like the visual assessment,
which evaluated the visual enjoyment each part of our body provides to customers; the tactile assessment is about
how every inch of our skin will feel when future customers touch it…

In other words, the teaching assistants in the previous assessment were still somewhat lenient with us, even though they stared at us intently, even
pressing their faces almost against our bodies, they hardly touched us… But this assessment
, it seems… every single private part of our body will be touched in the same way it was seen before
…

"No need, let me examine this face first! Look at her with that slutty look, yet her face is so smooth and delicate
!" The appraiser, who had been furious, had calmed down a bit, but the hand on my cheek
was no longer a simple caress; instead, the thumb and forefinger were pinching my cheeks, forcing me
to pout uncomfortably.

Meanwhile, the other two appraisers continued their tactile examinations, but with
increasing . The appraiser examining my breasts went from gently touching them to kneading, pinching
, and even twisting my nipples; the appraiser examining my lower body
continued to touch my inner thighs and roam over my buttocks through the fabric of my skirt, but hadn't yet reached under
the skirt to touch the most important parts...

*Slap

*—another slap, but not on me, but on Qingqing... Without warning, she
had done something wrong and was viciously slapped by the appraiser examining her.

This sudden turn of events made me curiously glance over at her. She looked utterly bewildered, completely unaware of what she
had done to anger the appraiser. But without a word, the appraiser slapped Qingqing across the other cheek.

Seeing Qingqing's confused, fearful, and almost humiliated expression, I couldn't bear to watch and wanted to
turn . But then came two
more slaps, this time to the girl in the middle, who was also slapped twice…

Then, when I turned back, I found the appraiser, who was still examining my cheek,
staring at …

*Slap*

—my cheek, already slapped once, was struck again. The stinging pain made it
difficult to turn my head back…

*Slap*

—without a word, the appraiser slapped my other cheek a second time. Even in my child slave
training , spankings were the most common form of punishment. Having rarely been slapped before, these two blows were enough to bring tears to my eyes
. To avoid another slap, I quickly turned my head to face the camera, no longer daring to peek
at what was happening beside me. I guessed Qingqing had been slapped as punishment by the appraiser for glancing at my situation, and then the other
girl and I had looked in Qingqing's direction out of curiosity and shock…

However, halfway through my deduction, an action by the appraiser changed my mind…

He grabbed one of my swollen cheeks, pulling and shaking it like he was disciplining a child who had committed a serious offense
, but without saying anything, he switched hands and did the same thing on the other cheek…

My heart sank… I had received a more plausible, yet even more unbearable, answer… The two slaps
each had just received weren't punishment for doing something wrong; they were merely part of the assessment
… And judging from the appraiser's current actions, he was simply evaluating
how it would feel if someone were to slap us or grab our cheeks in the future…

"Hey! I'm done here, how's yours coming along?" The appraiser examining my cheeks said,
urging the other two to hurry up. Meanwhile, the appraiser examining my breasts had already started
teasing my nipples through my clothes, while the other appraiser was constantly rubbing my buttocks through my skirt. If they
hadn't yet touched my inner parts, they were probably already finished.

"Hurry up! What's the point of touching through clothes for so long?" "

Everyone has their own appraisal style! This girl's breasts are so big and soft,
the feeling of them puffing up the fabric of her top probably isn't much worse than touching them directly… It's a shame the clothes are so tattered,
and she's wearing this to class, what a slut."

"Yeah! Mine too, this skirt is all torn, even kneeling like this keeps slipping down."
" With her crotch and buttocks exposed, if I hadn't seen other normal skirts, I would have thought every student in this school dressed like
this exhibitionist without any shame!"

(Waaah... I'm not...) I complained bitterly in my heart. Thankfully, the appraisers were only
talking quietly in private, so Qingqing, the girl, and the other appraisers probably didn't hear. However,
I, sandwiched between them, heard everything clearly, yet I couldn't refute the fact that my clothes were in this state, which made me feel even more
demeaned...

Not long after, the other two appraisers, after touching my waist through my clothes or running
down to my calves and ankles, completed their tactile assessments of their respective areas. Then, the three appraisers
switched areas. The appraiser who had examined my breasts touched my legs and buttocks; the
appraiser took over touching my breasts; and the appraiser who had groped my buttocks and legs earlier
took over the tactile assessment of my face...

"Hey! You hit me too hard! Your cheeks are all swollen, and your tactile senses aren't accurate anymore!" the appraiser
said, frowning as soon as he touched my face.

"Isn't someone with that 'mischievous' personality just asking for a beating? Based on my years of experience, I can guarantee that this
bitch will spend more time with her face swollen like a pig's head than it will heal. Let's just say that!" The
appraiser said casually while touching my chest.

"Hehehe! In that case, the feel of the slaps is especially important!" The appraiser chuckled
, then suddenly slapped me several times like firecrackers.

Slap—, slap—, slap—, slap—, slap—...

Faced with this relentless barrage of slaps, my cheeks, which had just begun to feel a little better, were struck again by this
series of blows. I cried out in pain, tears streamed down my face, and I even tried to block the blows, but I couldn't
stop the appraiser from delivering slap after slap.

Finally, after five or six slaps to both cheeks, the appraiser stopped, satisfied. My cheeks
felt red and swollen, and the pain had become so intense that I felt numb, as if I had lost all feeling.

"That's enough, let's move on to the next spot!" Despite my sobbing and wailing, the appraisers seemed
completely unconcerned, continuing to meticulously examine the tactile sensations of various parts of my body. Then they switched hands, and my
cheek was slapped several more times by a third appraiser, but it was already numb; I only felt a stinging pain and not
much actual pain.

Qingqing and the other girl had also completed their three rounds of examinations, while my face and any clothed
parts of my body had been thoroughly examined by the three appraisers. After they simply wrote down
my preliminary assessment results and scores on their forms, I knew that even more humiliating things were about to happen to us…

"Now take off all your clothes and lie flat on the examination table without moving!" the appraiser commanded emotionlessly.

(Ugh... I knew it would be like this...) When I first saw this wooden board, I guessed that
we lie on it, but at first I thought it was just about lying on it like an exhibit and being appraised. I never expected
that we would be touched...

Qingqing and that girl obviously received the same order and began to undress. I wanted to step back from the table
and turn around to take off my clothes, but as soon as I moved my body back slightly, I saw the appraiser's fierce gaze. I
didn't dare to step back anymore, so I had no choice but to
resign myself to my fate and take off my uniform top, which was already almost useless, right on the stage in front of the appraisers. Then I stood up tremblingly, took off my skirt, and was completely naked.

"What are you still reluctant to leave behind? Throw your clothes down and lie flat on the appraisal table." One of the appraisers
pointed to the side of him, telling me to throw my top and skirt at his feet. That way, as they moved around, the
clothes I was still wearing would be trampled and soiled like rags...

However, compared to the clothes that were almost like rags, my own body was in dire straits...

After taking off my clothes and revealing my naked body, I was once again completely naked. But these appraisers didn't stare at me lecherously like
teaching assistants . Instead, they looked at me emotionlessly, as if I were an inanimate object.
They simply pointed to the wooden board that was big enough for me to lie flat. I moved my body uneasily and lay down, my breathing
becoming more and more rapid due to tension and fear. But before I could mentally prepare myself, three men, six hands,
touched every part of my body again...

(Ugh...) I kept my eyes tightly shut, too ashamed to open them. My hands were meant to shield me from the appraisers'
groping , but one of them grabbed my hands and lifted them above my head. I knew I
couldn't pull my hands back, so I had to stay in that position, as if invisible ropes were binding my wrists and
suspending me above my head. At that moment, the appraiser's hands started moving down my arms, my inner arms
, armpits, ribs, sides, and so on, until they reached my thighs. Although they weren't directly violating my
private parts, many of these areas were densely packed with ticklish nerves. Just a few strokes like that made
the hairs stand on end.

In contrast to those hands gliding along my sides, another pair of hands were touching my hair and forehead, like
a gentle boyfriend stroking his lover's head, while the other hand was
pinching and squeezing my cheeks, nose, and even lips. This incongruous treatment made it impossible for me to ignore those hands, and they kept
moving downwards, getting closer and closer to my breasts.

Another pair of hands roamed between my legs. Compared to my kneeling position, my straight legs offered more
opportunities for the examiners to assess my tactile sensations. They began by
relentlessly moving upwards without restraint. They would often use one hand to move my legs, sometimes even lifting them entirely,
to caress the back of my thighs, which had been pressed against the board, slowly moving towards my groin.

Shame made me close my eyes tightly, trying to escape into the darkness, but I could only passively
perceive the direction, purpose, and intent of those hands through touch, which only increased my fear and tension. Worse still,
because of the lack of sight, my body was even more sensitive to touch. Even these non-critical areas were
unsettling to be touched like this by the men; I was even more afraid of
the moment …

Therefore, when those three hands gradually slid towards areas that shouldn't be touched by others, I felt as if I were being…
Like a fish nailed to a chopping board, I had the urge to jump, twist, and struggle, but under the forceful pressure of those hands,
the final posture I adopted perfectly embodied the image of being slaughtered and cooked at will…

My hands were not only raised overhead, but my elbows and shoulders were also pressed down, forcing my chest to stand even higher;
my legs were not only in the classic M-shape, but my ankles were also grabbed and spread apart on either side of the platform where I was lying
, preventing me from closing my feet as I wished, and my knees were also tightly bent, so that after my thighs and calves were brought together, they were
pushed towards my torso, causing my buttocks and lower abdomen to be pulled up slightly. In this posture,
in addition to the pain and discomfort, my entire crotch, from the mons pubis to my anus, would be completely exposed…

Moreover, if it were just being seen naked, that would be one thing, but this assessment involved being touched all over!

When the first pair of hands moved down from my waist and sides to near my buttocks, they suddenly came
together and touched my mons pubis below my navel, with one finger even pressing on my clitoris
.

"Ahhh—" Because it came so suddenly, I had no time to react, even with my eyes tightly closed.
The stimulation from the man's hand touching my private parts caused all the fear, tension, and shame that had been building up for so long to erupt in an instant
, startling me into a scream. My body reflexively tried to resist those rough hands, but the other two
appraisers had already anticipated my reaction. As a result, the appraiser who was still examining my legs used both hands to support my
legs , forcibly preventing my weak legs from subconsciously trying to close and resist. The other
appraiser who was examining my face also reached out and pressed down on my hands, which had just been suppressed above. As a result, my only struggle was to symbolically twist my weak body from side to side with
my hands and feet fixed in place. However, I couldn't
even turn over and could only twist my waist from side to side. There was no way to cover or block the area from my navel to my perineum along the midline of my body
.

With the help of the other two appraisers to hold me in place, their hands, which had already touched my mons pubis
, began to freely "appraise" my fair and smooth mons pubis and the small clitoris below it.

"Eek..." My sensitive areas were no longer covered by clothing, but were being pleasurably caressed and teased by the appraisers' hands.
As my body became more and more honest in its response to stimulation, I involuntarily let out a groan. Although it was very
slight, it was clearly heard by the three appraisers beside me. However, they still did not
react at all, and their tactile appraisal work was not affected in the slightest.

Compared to the visual examiners who verbally humiliated and mocked me, inciting my shame
, these examiners were clearly much calmer and more professional. They had probably examined countless
female students who reacted similarly to me before, and were already quite adept at it. They even
knew …

Being treated like an inanimate object, not as a human being, just being touched like this
was more torturous than being grabbed and pinched. The examiners' silence made us feel an even greater sense of humiliation than
the harsh . Towards the end of the examination, I suddenly had a strange thought:
forcing myself to answer those self-degrading written test questions this morning, and forcing myself to perform
lewd and , was still
much "happier" than being treated like an object at this moment, doing nothing yet unable to do anything…

Under this lifeless humiliation, finally, somewhere deep inside me, I compromised…

"Oh?" A soft gasp of surprise came from one of the appraisers in the darkness... I couldn't tell if he was examining my pubic area or the
one holding my legs in place. Even my futile resistance and the groan I let out when my sensitive
areas stimulated hadn't distracted them, but a subtle change in my behavior made
them gasp.

I couldn't quite put my finger on what that subtle change was; perhaps it was the
relaxation of my tense expression, or perhaps my weak resistance, which had been so easily frightened, had become a mere symbolic display of restraint... Just a moment ago
I was in turmoil, but now I seemed to have calmed down.

The appraisers noticed this change and finally stopped having
two of them hold my hands and feet in place, allowing only one of them to examine me. First, they loosened their grip on my legs and then continued to move and touch
the remaining inner thighs, gradually probing between my legs. Then, the weight pressing down on my arms vanished instantly,
replaced by gentle yet meticulous touches, moving from my upper arms towards my armpits. Unlike the previous hands that continued down
to my waist and ribs, these hands began to move towards the midline of my body, targeting my two large breasts…

In no time, all six of the appraisers' hands were on various private parts of my body.

The first appraiser's hand was on my smooth mons pubis
, which I had recently had shaved again for a classmate taking the exam with, enjoying the slightly prickly touch from the incomplete shaving. The other hand was teasing, pressing, and even carefully
peeling back the thin skin covering my clitoris. Each touch, each play, was like an electric shock, sending a chaotic mix of
pain and pleasure, shame and ecstasy.

The second examiner, whose hands had been examining my legs just moments before, now slid into my
groin , but this time examining my perineum and labia… even
probing and rubbing my vaginal opening several times. Even my anus wasn't spared the tactile examination.

The third examiner's examination was much "simpler," touching… even pinching…
every inch of my delicate skin. His hands, which had restrained my arms during my struggles, naturally slid down my torso after I gave up,
finally stopping at my breasts, carefully examining the
“female secondary sexual organs” from the base to the nipple.

With fewer large hands restraining me, I maintained my original position, but with my eyes tightly closed and teeth clenched
to my lips, desperately enduring the immense shame and the waves of intense sexual pleasure
washing over .

(I would give up resistance and accept it passively...) I kept trying to hypnotize myself with this thought, (It's not that I'm willing to submit
... it's just because... because... this way... it can end all of this sooner...)

This thought wasn't wrong. While my body was struggling and twisting, the other two appraisers were forced
to pause their work, restraining and suppressing me, which only pointlessly prolonged the humiliating moments of the appraisal. However,
If I were to moan again from the pleasure derived from this tactile sensation, I would be
utterly .

(Just a moment later... the ones before... were all very quick... almost over... and then I'd be free...
) While waiting, watching everyone coming and going seemed to go by very quickly, but when it was my turn, I realized what it meant
for each second to feel like an eternity. Despite this, I could only keep thinking like this, encouraging myself, deliberately avoiding the thought that
there were three more stages to come, which might involve completely different assessments; deliberately avoiding facing the crueler reality: this
humiliation would only haunt us for the next three years of school life, perhaps even intensifying...

Finally, each assessor finished examining their assigned area, but I
didn't those large hands moved on to a different target. The hands that had been examining my mons pubis and clitoris slid down to my groin
, the hands that had been examining my breasts slid down my stomach to my mons pubis, and
the hands that had been carefully touching the folds of my labia left my body, only to feel
those hands touching my face again a few seconds later...

Tactile assessment can't be like visual assessment; the six hands of three assessors can't possibly squeeze into the same area
, so they use a rotating approach. For us, it was like... The three most sensitive and private areas were thoroughly touched
, but for each examiner, only one-third of the area was examined; meaning the same examination
had to be repeated more than twice…

My body was touched again and again, but I didn't become accustomed to the tactile examination. Instead,
each change made me feel even more ashamed. The second examiner examining my face had just examined my groin
area. His fingers, which had just touched that area, weren't cleaned before touching my face.
Even when he brought his fingers close to my nose, I could faintly smell the lingering scent of that area. His fingers, wet with vaginal fluid from the previous examination
, were then smeared directly on my face. Although my eyes were closed, I knew the source of the fluid, and
the faint odor made me feel even more humiliated. This constant stimulation and shame caused
my genitals to secrete even more fluid, creating a vicious cycle where each subsequent examination became increasingly humiliating… "

...

I'm almost done here, how about you guys?" Finally, after having all the sensitive areas touched for the third time, one
of the appraisers stopped and asked the other two.

"I'm almost done too." "Yeah." The other two appraisers responded and also stopped their
appraisals .

(Is it over...?) To be honest, I wasn't sure if this thought was correct. Although
the girls were appraised much faster this time than the first visual appraisal, here, with every second
stretched out infinitely, I had long since lost track of time. I only vaguely felt that my premature
expectations would only lead to disappointment and a heavy fall.

"Turn over, it's time for the back appraisal." The appraiser said to me in a emotionless voice.

(Ugh... As expected... not that fast...) Although I didn't have high expectations to begin with, hearing
that there was more to come made my heart sink heavily.

On the narrow platform, I struggled to turn over and assume a prone position. After seeing that I was in a prone position
, the appraisers didn't say anything and continued their appraisal work.

The examination of my back, while inevitably including my hair, shoulders, and back—
with some meticulously touching my ribcage, the back of my knees, and my ankles—was
, of course, the most important and time-consuming part of my back for a female slave to examine: my cute
and sexy buttocks…

(Ugh…) I buried my face in my arms, the humiliation of lying naked on the platform amplified by the
pleasure of several large hands touching, caressing, rubbing, pinching, slapping, and even tugging into my buttocks
again .

Finally, just as my tears of humiliation dripped onto the platform, forming two small puddles, the
examiners gradually withdrew their hands from my buttocks…

I didn't have the face or the courage to raise my head to examine them; in the darkness, I heard the examiners' footsteps
retreating a few steps, sitting down in their chairs, and the sound of pens and paper being scribbled.

(It should... be over...)

My mind was consumed by shame and I couldn't think straight. It took me several seconds to realize that the appraisers had
left buttocks facing up, in a humiliating position. I didn't know whether I should
get up or continue to bury my face in the sand like an ostrich until I was suddenly slapped on the buttocks...

"What are you still doing lying there? Get up!" the appraiser said irritably.

I slowly got up and changed from lying down to kneeling. I looked at the wooden plank on the ground between the platform in front of them and the platform where I was kneeling, which the appraiser pointed to
, indicating that I should get off the platform on the desk.

My uniform shirt and skirt, which I had just taken off, were laid on the wooden plank on the ground
like . After being stepped on by several appraisers, the white uniform shirt was covered with several dirty shoe prints.

Should I just put on this uniform that's already so dirty... or risk being scolded and punished by
brushing off the dirty shoe prints on it...? Just as I was still hesitating, the uniform that had been used as a foot mat was kicked aside by the
appraisers , revealing the wooden board underneath.

"Lie down here!"

"Huh?... " Seeing the wooden platform on the ground, I already had a vague feeling that this
hellish appraisal wasn't over yet, but I was confused by this inexplicable instruction. If there was still
any part of our body that hadn't been touched enough, hadn't been thoroughly touched... On this wooden platform, which was only slightly higher than the floor ,
even when I lay flat, my whole body wouldn't reach the appraisers' knees. With such a height difference, the appraisers
couldn't touch me at all unless they bent down or squatted down deeply...

Just as I was still completely puzzled and could only obey the order to lie down on the wooden platform, the movement around me interrupted
my chaotic thoughts...

The appraisers went back to their chairs and began to take off their shoes and socks, revealing their
bare feet, and moved closer to me, who was within easy reach of their feet...

(!!... Could it be... No... No!!!) Before I could even feel a sense of relief
, I was replaced by an even greater sense of humiliation and disgust. One of the appraisers' bare feet...
They were already stepping on my stomach. Although they weren't stomping very hard, having one's body
trampled on by someone else's dirty feet was something no girl... no... no one could accept...

Besides, if they had just stomped me on the ground, it would have felt more pleasant. But the appraisers
weren't trying to humiliate or hurt me; they were simply faithfully continuing their work: tactile assessment.
They had already touched me all over with their hands, and now they weren't even letting me off the hook for how I felt being stepped on.

Therefore, the appraisers' feet didn't press me to the ground with much force; instead, they just lightly
touched me, just like they had touched my body with their hands. Then, they began to move around, rubbing against me,
touching a wider area of my body, and gradually moving towards my groin...

While I was still mentally resisting the first pair of large feet, the second appraiser's feet also came over
, one on each side, stepping on my breasts.

"Eek..." I let out a painful groan. Although the appraiser was seated and
didn't have his entire weight pressing on my breasts, the force he exerted was still
far greater than that of the first appraiser. He not only crushed and deformed my breasts but also rubbed them directly against them, or casually
swung , dragging and pulling my nipples, forcing them to sway.

My breasts, which women are proud of, were now being ravaged by a man's feet, the humiliation and
abuse far exceeding that caused by his hands. But just before I was about to burst into tears from the extreme shame
, what I saw made me unable to open my mouth...

The third appraiser's foot slowly approached my line of sight. By the time I realized what
he was aiming for, the disgusting, filthy sole had almost completely filled my vision.

Realizing what was about to happen, I had no chance to resist. I could only resign myself to closing
my eyes , biting my lips, and turning my face away from the appraiser, waiting for that foot to step on my face...

(Ugh... so dirty... so smelly... so disgusting... hurry... hurry up and end this...) I tried to suppress
the waves of nausea and vomiting, holding my breath to avoid smelling
the foul odor emanating from the appraiser's foot. I tried even harder to ignore the foot that was pressed against my cheek, rubbing against it irregularly and twisting.
The five short, fat toes on the front of the foot were also curling and straightening incessantly on my nose and mouth.

Actually, I'm already used to having close contact with my face and feet like this.
I even lick and clean the dirt on the soles of my feet with my tongue every time I enter or leave my dormitory room. Although
I found , it is my own feet after all. Even though it feels disgusting to lick that place with my tongue,
it is good that I usually wear shoes, so I don't have to worry about walking around barefoot outside and getting my feet even dirtier.
Moreover , every time we licked our feet, we secretly used some tricks. For example, we only
stretched out our tongues, using only the tip of our tongues to touch the tops of our feet, without ever touching them with our mouths. In addition, we
always held our breath while licking our feet, and when we couldn't hold our breath any longer and had to gasp for air, we would lift our
heads away from our feet and then take a deep breath of fresh air, not wanting to smell even a trace of the slight foot odor. More importantly
, we only licked the same spot in the back of our feet each time we cleaned them, never daring to get close to our toes or between our toes.
In the end, that area was only cleaned "incidentally" by our senior when she woke us up with her tongue every morning.

Because of all these reasons, the act of pressing our faces against the soles of our feet, which we should have been used to,
now felt particularly disgusted and resistant. The filthy feet were pressed tightly against my face, and the toes
writhed , emitting a nauseating stench. As a subordinate, I couldn't possibly move my head away to breathe in
fresh air. I was even afraid that the dirt on the feet would fall directly into my mouth if I opened it. I was forced to
smell the examiner's foot odor through my nose.

Moreover, the appraiser was also malicious. Several times, just when I thought the nightmare was
finally stomp down again. Sometimes, he would even stomp on my face until it became an ugly and
pathetic mess with sunken cheeks and a pout. The fact that I could turn my face away and turn my head towards the appraiser was not because he was being kind, but because he
wanted to make sure that side of my face was being examined first. Under the manipulation of his foot, I was eventually forced to turn my head to
face the appraiser, and my face was stomped on and ravaged. While my cheek was being stomped on, he admired my comical appearance with my eyes
closed , my brows furrowed, and my face deformed.

Of course, it wasn't just my face that was being examined like this. Although the third appraiser's kick forced
me to focus all my attention on the strange sensations on my face, the other two appraisers continued their examinations.
The appraiser examining my genitals repeatedly placed the ball of his foot between my thighs, and even
inserted his toes into the entrance of my vagina a few times, or used his untrimmed toenails to scratch sensitive areas
such as my labia and perineum. The appraiser examining my breasts was equally ruthless with his feet, which
moved around on my breasts as if they were hands, making them feel as if they were being squeezed, kneaded, and pushed, constantly being squeezed and deformed;
his toes also crawled on my nipples, even pinching and pulling them with two toes,
or stomping on them like extinguishing a cigarette butt...

As a woman, my most private genitals, my most proud breasts, and my most important face were being trampled and ravaged by three men's feet
at the same time . This was beyond mere humiliation.
Compared to the shameful experiences I'd had at this school before, this time it wasn't just shame,
but a profound sense of being "trampled." Every part of my body, every aspect of my dignity and personality, was
shattered beyond repair.

This time, I truly understood what it felt like to be "trampled."

Finally , the tactile assessment ended— after

three different areas of my body had been trampled on by three different assessors . 　　I don't remember when I was allowed to get up from the wooden board I'd been lying on. In a dazed, unconscious state, my body had already habitually adopted a kneeling position instead of the sitting posture I'd been used to for over a decade. When my dirty, trampled uniform top and skirt were thrown at my equally dirty, trampled body, I didn't think twice and instinctively put them on, completely unconcerned about the obvious shoe prints on them. Perhaps, this suited me better now…

Qingqing and another girl were also dressed. Each girl had red, swollen eyes and tear stains, and they
were half-urged, half-driven away from the classroom.

This time, after I left, I didn't hide in a corner and cry. I had no urge to cry, and I didn't even
know why I should cry...

My mind seemed blank, and the details of the tactile assessment kept replaying in my mind...
To , after being "touched" by the examiners' feet, my thoughts seemed to stop.

Even though those three pairs of feet had been away from my face for a long time, and I had left the classroom and was far away from those
examiners, I could still smell their foot odor as if those feet were still next to my nose... The air I breathed in
outside wasn't as fresh and clean either... I knew it was like that on my face, my breasts and private parts
, and my whole body.

"Lily..." After leaving the classroom, Qingqing looked at me with concern as I remained expressionless. She had been
treated the same way as me, and for someone with more self-respect like her,
the humiliation was probably even more intense. This was clearly
visible .

However, despite her inner turmoil, the strong and brave girl quickly rallied and
noticed my unusual state…

Qingqing had called my name, but I seemed not to hear her, offering no response whatsoever. Worried,
she grabbed me and shook me a few times, which pulled me out of my daze
.

“Lily, are you alright?… Do you want to… rest for a while… okay?” Qingqing asked. Seeing me
regain my senses, Qingqing's tense expression eased slightly. She was probably worried that I would be like Xiaofen yesterday
, stunned by the shock…

I didn't answer, only shook my head slightly. Although I had regained some composure, a large
part of my thoughts were still stuck in the mire of what had just happened.

In that dazed state just now, for a brief moment, I felt a sense of liberation... At that time, I don't know
why I had such a thought, as if this dirty, smelly body wasn't my own. To put it more mysteriously,
it was as if for a moment, my soul and body separated, and I suddenly stopped feeling pain and sadness for the defilement of my body
...

This strange feeling was, of course, just my own illusion. After being interrupted by Qingqing, I was even less able
to reach such a state of selflessness. But that moment of transcendence
had a great impact on my already wounded soul, like a nuclear explosion. For the past few weeks, whether in class, in textbooks, or even during heart-to-heart talks in the dorm,
my seniors have been subtly instilling
the terrifying idea that we should "abandon our human identity and become objects." We, who usually maintain a semblance of rationality and are protected by our status as child slaves, have managed to hold onto
this last line of defense. Until today, under the high pressure of a series of mental tortures, that subtly
implanted concept has finally taken effect…

Having regained some of my sanity, I know how terrifying that thought was, but living in this
moment , it feels so real, just like the unquestionable Mari. Because of this, I can't resist
continuing to think about it, and I can't calm myself down to reflect on it. Compared to accidentally
reaching , if I rested now and continued thinking like that, I'd probably really be dragged down...

Of course, on the other hand, I didn't want to lose that "carefree" courage and have to face
the subsequent assessment again...

Qingqing

had no idea about these thoughts of mine. Perhaps she could understand if I told her, but I
chose to remain silent... It was too difficult to explain, and even more difficult to say...

Qingqing didn't ask any more questions, just because she was afraid I would fall back into that disoriented state. She held my hand and
carefully led me along, occasionally turning back to check on me. Her unwavering warmth made it
even harder for me, who had almost given up on myself, to face her directly.

The third and fourth assessment stages seemed much simpler and easier than the first two, which
may be partly due to my almost "disillusioned" mindset...

The fourth stage, "auditory assessment," is essentially about assessing the "groaning" sound that we've been practicing since last week's afternoon classes.
Compared to the other sensory assessments, which are difficult to improve through practice, this is
a special case. However, the assessment wasn't so careless...

The auditory assessment was conducted in a small, enclosed space, and only one girl was
assessed . After kissing the assessors goodbye, I was led into the small space, which, like the other small space, was
a platform that occupied almost half the space. The assessors had me lie down completely naked, and after a brief restraint,
they first took out a blindfold with a lock, depriving me of my sight, saying that this would make me more sensitive to my body's sensations
and able to make sounds more clearly and truthfully. Then, in the darkness, I realized through the touch that I
had been put on an earmuff... or more accurately, a headset with a microphone. The earmuff's soundproofing
effect successfully blocked my communication with external sounds, and when I accidentally made a slight moan
, my voice was clearly heard in my ear. It seems that during the auditory assessment later, I can also assess and
appreciate my own moans, and see what they sound like to others. I felt...

lying on the cold platform, unable to see or hear any outside sounds, only my own
increasingly , clearly coming through the headphones. The thought of my voice being
heard so clearly filled me with unnecessary shame...

After enduring this torment for who knows how long, my breasts were suddenly squeezed hard by a pair of hands. Unable to perceive any external
changes, I was caught off guard, and the sudden stimulation of my tense, sensitive body caused me to reflexively let out
a slightly lewd moan. The lewd sound coming from the headphones was unbelievable to myself. Unlike the moans and groans that
my sisters and I practiced together, this time the headphones clearly transmitted
my own moan, completely free of any other sounds. The isolation from
other seem as if the whole world could hear it. Suddenly startled by the sound and overwhelmed by shame, my
moan abruptly stopped halfway through.

Then, the same spot on my breast was pinched again with different force. This time, I was mentally prepared
and tried my best to suppress a scream, but even the involuntary "woo
-woo" that I didn't even realize I was making was clearly picked up by the microphone near my mouth and transmitted to my ears through the earphones...

I could hear it clearly, and the appraisers using the same sound source as me could certainly hear it clearly too, but I couldn't
hear a sound from them at all, and I couldn't see any movement in the darkness. In this
situation where I couldn't receive any other information, the anxiety made my body even more tense and sensitive, thus creating a vicious cycle.

Both breasts were pinched several times in turn, and I kept clenching my teeth to resist
the scream that would make me want to bang my head against the wall and commit suicide, as if I were wasting all the hard work I had put in every night...

However, not being able to see the appraisers' expressions also made me feel another layer of unease... If I continued to be
so stubborn, this appraisal result would definitely be disastrous, and it would also make up for the previous two appraisals.

(If this leads to even more terrible consequences...) I thought to myself, knowing that I
would eventually have to make a sound, just like in my previous "voice practice." But now that I was making a sound, all my previous
patience seemed unbearable...

After pinching my breasts a few times, the appraisers stopped. The long wait, without seeing their
expressions or movements, made me even more anxious. I even thought that my stubborn resistance had caused the appraisers
to give up me. The thought of failing the appraisal made me so anxious that I almost cried out...

"Eee-ah-ah-ah—" Suddenly, my right nipple was pinched hard by two fingers that had appeared out of nowhere.
The sensitive, engorged nipple suddenly felt intense pain with a hint of pleasure, which
caught to let out a wail. At the same time, I released all the pressure that had been building up.

(It hurts... Ouch... I still cried out...) Actually, the cry just now was mostly a scream of pain because the pain far outweighed
the pleasure , without any lewd sounds mixed in. So it didn't sound
as shameful as before. But this scream almost broke my previous restraint, giving me a better chance to
continue with this assessment.

Afterward, the assessors continued to pinch my nipples a few more times, but with much less force. I then
realized that the assessors were applying different amounts of force to various sensitive areas on my body, and then
assessing the different sounds and volumes I made after my body reacted. And when the force changed from rough to gentle,
and the pain couldn't mask the pleasure, that was when I naturally started to let out lewd moans...

"Mmm—" "Ugh—" "Ahhh—" "Oh—" Having to
fall asleep to my senior's moans every night as a lullaby, I had unknowingly learned many different ways of vocalizing
. Now, being examined like this, with different parts of the body, different force, and even different methods of stimulation, I
unconsciously produced all sorts of different sounds.

Of course, the sounds I made were all transmitted back to my ears through the microphone and headphones. It no longer
sounded like the sounds an innocent girl would make; instead, it was somewhat similar to the lullabies we listened to every night. Forced to listen
to these sounds, even though I wanted to restrain myself, the sensations in my body were aroused, and hearing my own
lewd moans only fueled the excitement. In the end, I couldn't care less about chastity or restraint; I just wanted
to make up for the shortcomings I had when my breasts were pinched at the beginning.

However, I didn't actually know that the reason I could hold back at the beginning was because
the stimulation of my breasts being kneaded was already commonplace for me, as I had to get breast massages every day. In fact, because my breasts had become larger
, the nerve density had been forced to decrease, making my sensitivity not as high as when I had smaller breasts. This was
one of the reasons why I could maintain my rationality and not moan. And the way I am now, able to moan or not moan depending
on , is much better than some of those slutty slaves who "moan for the sake of moaning"...

After all the sensitive parts of my body had been stimulated by the examiners' hands, the evaluation was not
over . Next, I felt a tingling sensation in my nipples, and immediately realized that the examiners had started using tools,
and were probably pressing a vibrating egg against my nipples. I couldn't hear the electric motor at all, but
the tingling sensation from the vibration made the accumulated pleasure even more intense. Compared to manual stimulation, the stimulation from the vibrating egg was
more consistent and monotonous, but because it could operate continuously, I didn't have
time to rest, and my moans became even more incessant...

Finally, a vibrating egg was pressed directly against the clitoris between my thighs, and the rapidly accumulating intense sexual pleasure
made me realize that the examiners' intention was to examine my moans when I was stimulated to orgasm... The thought that my
moans during orgasm would be so clearly heard by myself and the examiners made me lose my rationality and
composure , and I moaned even more uncontrollably. As I was about to climax, I could hardly hear
my own voice, and instead associated it with the moans of my female classmates that I heard every night before falling asleep, making it difficult
to distinguish ...

…

After the auditory assessment, my vision and hearing were finally freed. Having reached two
climaxes , I dragged my tired body back into my uniform, which I hadn't worn most of the time, and left the
small space to continue searching for the next assessment checkpoint. Along the way, I listened to the gentle night breeze, as if
the lingering sounds from before still echoed in my ears.

…

After undergoing visual, tactile, and auditory assessments, I guessed that the remaining one might be something like smell.
And when I reached the third assessment checkpoint, it was indeed as I had guessed, but only half of it was true…

The third assessment was a combination of "smell" and "taste"…

And this was also the most troublesome assessment to prepare for…

…

The assessment area was divided into two cubicles. While waiting for our assessment, we could go into the classroom and
wait in the outer cubicle. When it was our turn, we would go into the inner cubicle.

However, waiting in the outer cubicle felt like being tortured…

The classroom was not only tightly closed and poorly ventilated, but we would start
sweating ; in addition, the teaching assistant would give each girl a cup of lukewarm water while we waited.
We were ordered to drink it all. Although we knew it wasn't just plain water, we had no choice
but to drink it all under the supervision of the teaching assistant. A few minutes after drinking it, our bodies started to
react strangely. Not only did our bodies start to heat up like a heater, but our sweat glands became so active that they almost soaked our uniform
shirts , and our genitals also became increasingly wet... It wasn't just sweat...

"0129, your turn!" After waiting for almost half an hour in this stuffy classroom cubicle, the teaching assistant
finally called my number. It was finally my turn for the evaluation... Although I couldn't be happier to get rid of this torture chamber as soon as possible,
at this moment I suddenly wanted to...

Go into the inner cubicle, where I would be the only one being evaluated by three evaluators.
After , the evaluation was about to begin.

The third stage of the assessment, although it involved evaluating two items at once, and the preparation and waiting were quite troublesome
, was actually very simple and quick... The assessors first came forward and sniffed my
entire body, which was soaked with sweat, like dogs, as if they didn't want
a single trace of .

"Ugh..." Even just being smelled like that made me uncomfortable, so I closed my eyes tightly.
Compared to the ones I had encountered before, these three assessors were not only impatient and rude, but also much more lewd in appearance. They were the
kind of perverts that would make any girl feel uneasy. In addition, this assessment method, which had gone beyond pornography and was somewhat
perverted , made me, who had been in this school for five weeks, feel deeply uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, I was still drenched in sweat from the stuffy cubicle earlier, and the water
had made my body feel hot and flushed, as if I were aroused. The scent of a young girl
mingled a shameful odor that even I could clearly smell. Yet, three grown men were pressing their noses
against me, sniffing me intensely. Surrounded by them with no way out, my pitiful, trembling appearance
only fueled their bestiality.

After a "rough" sniff of my body, the appraisers began to roughly remove
my clothes... Unlike the appraisers who had previously made us undress ourselves, they rudely
removed my uniform top, skirt, shoes, and everything else from my body. I dared not resist or
move, and could only close my eyes and endure their violent treatment...

Then, completely naked, I stood there with my eyes still closed, but the movement around me stopped...
The three appraisers who had surrounded me seemed to have shifted their focus and left me there waiting. Feeling
uneasy and confused, I couldn't bear to endure this torment for even a moment longer, so I secretly opened my eyes and
peeked . I saw that the three appraisers, each with one piece of clothing, pressed their faces against my freshly taken-off clothes
, carefully smelling them, and even sticking out their tongues to lick them.

"Ughhh—" Compared to the same treatment my own body suffered, seeing them
scrutinize the clothes, skirts, and the insides of my shoes after taking them off made me feel even more disgusted and repulsed.
Especially that uniform, which I had to wear all day every day, and after returning to the dormitory in the evening, it wasn't washed at all,
but left to rot in the rectangular wardrobe in the dormitory entrance until I wore it again before going to school the next day. It was almost never washed on weekdays
, and even on weekends it seemed to be just a perfunctory wash. As a result, it had accumulated an increasingly
strong "body odor," which was much stronger than the odor emanating from our bodies...

At this moment, being smelled like a pervert by a group of appraisers reminded me of
the smell of those clothes, and I couldn't bear the shock of this scene even more.

"Oh? Little beauty, I didn't know your feet were so beautiful, but your foot odor is so strong?" The appraiser who was examining the shoes I had just
taken off buried his entire mouth and nose in them and mocked me.

"Ugh..." His words made me so ashamed I wanted to disappear into a hole. I had every reason to believe
he was telling the truth. For weeks, I'd been wearing those annoying high heels most of the time, even
changing into slippers when I got back to my dorm. My feet barely got a chance to breathe. And today, I'd been
wearing them since morning, taking them on and off repeatedly, but they still carried a strong odor.
The sweating I'd done while waiting had only exacerbated the problem.

"Hehe! Foot odor is nothing! Smell this dress later, it's incredibly slutty! I wonder how much of her
cum it's absorbed." Another appraiser of my dress said, deliberately sticking out his tongue and licking
the inside of the dress in front of me, where it would definitely have gotten some of my genital fluid. Watching this, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"This top is no joke. Look at this cute girl with such big breasts, the buttons are practically
bursting . And that unique scent of a young girl's breasts, already a faint milky fragrance. Maybe she could even
produce milk right now." The appraiser, who was sniffing my uniform top, joined in, not to be outdone, and
deliberately sniffed the chest area of the uniform loudly, closing her eyes in ecstasy to enjoy the scent.

(Ugh...so...so embarrassing...just focus on the appraisal...why...say it out loud...) Watching the appraisers
appraise my worn clothes and comment on them, I felt humiliated by their words. I wished they
would treat me like an object, like they did with the tactile appraisal earlier. I was also afraid that the other girls waiting in the outer cubicle might hear them talking so
loudly ...

And, I initially thought the appraisers were just pretending to enjoy it to humiliate me, but I
gradually realized I was wrong. Those three appraisers, along with the others responsible for the same checkpoint, were all
"veterans" with this particular fetish, which is why they were qualified to be appraisers. They weren't just
dedicated to their work; their sexual fetish made them unwilling to miss any trace
of the scent. Right in front of me, each of them took turns exchanging and smelling the three types of
clothing . For the first time since I began the appraisal, I finally had the opportunity to watch the appraisers
appraise "me" from an "observer's" perspective.

However, after smelling the clothes, my body, of course, couldn't escape the ordeal…

"Alright, the appetizer is finished, time for the main course," one of the appraisers said, and the three of them
surrounded me again.

Then, something a hundred times more humiliating and perverse than being smelled through my clothes finally began
…

Because it wasn't just an olfactory assessment, but also a gustatory one, every part of my body was not only smelled first
, but also licked by each of the assessors...

hair ends, bangs, forehead, eyelids, cheeks, nose tip, lips, chin, earlobes, behind the ears, back of the neck
... just my face alone had so many parts, and I was even forced to stick out my tongue so that the assessors could take turns sucking on
it... This behavior, which was even more unbearable than a French kiss, although I was mostly shy when I greeted my sisters like this,
at this moment I felt utterly disgusted.

Then, no part of my body was spared either. My arms, armpits, shoulders, collarbone, breasts
, nipples… almost my entire body, from head to toe, was constantly smelled and licked. I didn't feel like a girl,
or even a female slave, but more like a piece of beautiful meat, prey targeted by these hungry wolves…

Undoubtedly, they spent the most time examining my genitals. Besides licking my labia
and other vulva areas, they frantically sucked the fluid secreted from my vagina, even making loud "whoosh—whoosh—
" sucking sounds, not at all disgusted by the smell.

I only ever had my genitals licked like this when cleaning after using the toilet, when my seniors or sisters would help me clean
. But being licked like this now not only made me feel disgusted, but my body also gradually began to react. At the time
, I didn't really understand that "licking a woman's vulva" was actually part of oral sex, just like "licking a man's penis."
I just never thought that anyone would be willing to lick that private part that even girls find dirty and smelly.

"Ugh...no...stop licking...if you keep licking...it will...it will..." Feeling my body tighten
, I finally couldn't help but try to stop the appraiser who was still licking my genitals.

"What will happen?" The appraiser stopped what he was doing, asking knowingly.

"Ugh...it will...I..." I turned my head away in embarrassment and shame, unable to speak.

"You'll lose control of your bladder, won't you?" The appraiser chuckled maliciously, continuing to say perverted things that made me doubt
my ears: "Then just pee on my face! A young girl's 'holy water' is also a great
tonic! For that purpose, the water I made you drink earlier had a diuretic added in addition to the aphrodisiac.
You've been holding your pee for several hours, so you shouldn't be out of pee, right? Come on! Let me
have !"

"Hey! Leave some for me too! I want to taste her pee too, to see if it's as slutty as hers."
Another appraiser said.

The fact that my pee was being "fought over" like this left me speechless for the first time.
In fact , most of the people I've encountered here are male dominators with an absolute desire for control, while we are forced
to be submissive and subjected to various forms of discipline and verbal humiliation. I've never met someone with this
particular fetish—wanting to be urinated on by a woman. Of course, in our toilet test earlier today, I urinated on the senior student's face in
front of her, but it's obvious she was forced. Now, these examiners are vying to do
what I absolutely refuse to do…

After much arguing, they finally decided to bring a container and have me urinate directly on it. Inside, they
were tasting and analyzing my urine...

After I urinated, I handed over the still-warm, pale golden liquid myself. The slight odor emanating from it
made me feel even more nauseous. The examiners eagerly cleaned my soiled genitals
, but in the past, when my female classmates or aunties licked my genitals like this, I felt disgusted
and dirty on their behalf, thinking it was because of me. Now, being licked by men, I felt
disgusted scalp tingle. I even felt cleaner than if I hadn't been licked at all. Despite these thoughts, my
entire body was already covered in a thick, sticky liquid, some of which had long since dried, but the nausea lingered
. Whether that liquid was my own sweat or the saliva of one of the three examiners, I couldn't tell anymore.

After the assessment, I didn't want to watch them taste the liquid I had served them. I quickly put on
the clothes and shoes they had just soiled and rushed out...

Although

both assessments were conducted alone, and Qingqing went in before me, I always
found her waiting for me a short distance away when I came out...

We weren't foolish enough to talk about our assessment experiences. We already knew the general outline, and she had encountered what I had experienced
. Sharing more details would only be asking for trouble...

With the last assessment left, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, for the fifth assessment, we
had searched almost the entire campus activity area while looking for the other assessments, but we couldn't find any similar signs...

"Lily... what do you think... the last assessment... is...?" Qingqing
asked me anxiously as we searched for the fifth assessment.

"Just now... while I was waiting for you, I kept thinking... sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste... what other tricks does this
school have up its sleeve?"

Indeed, all five senses had been tested. As an object with sound, color, and smell, could there be
any aspect that was missed?

Moreover, we couldn't find the location of this checkpoint, making the fifth checkpoint even more mysterious...

After wandering around for more than ten minutes, we felt that this couldn't go on, so we had to ask the teaching assistant for help.

"Oh? You've completed the first four checks?" The teaching assistant
said .

"Yes... so we wanted to ask... where is the location of the fifth checkpoint..." Qingqing asked uneasily.
For some reason, the teaching assistant looked at us with a lecherous gaze, making us all feel very uncomfortable...

"It's in the auditorium. All the fifth checks are done over there." The teaching assistant answered briefly, glanced at
us , and turned away with a strange, malicious smile, leaving us standing there dumbfounded.

After about several seconds, Qingqing was the first to come to her senses and softly said to me, "Let's go..."

The last examination—once it was over, we could go back to the dorm to comfort and confide in our seniors... We should have
been eagerly anticipating it , but the layers of mystery made Qingqing and me suddenly afraid of this final examination...

This sense of mystery lingered even after we entered the auditorium...

The lobby on the first floor of the auditorium was the first indoor plaza we entered when we arrived on campus, and it was
here that we underwent the hymen examination...

Dozens of girls had gathered here, having completed the first four assessments and were about to proceed to
the fifth. Their classmates waited here… but this wasn't the actual assessment location.

The real fifth assessment was underground, in
the basement where we were taken down to get dressed and made up on the night we were supposed to have our virginity taken away at the wedding. It was a very spacious area,
large enough to accommodate all three hundred first-year students.

However, because each girl was progressing at a different pace, and to avoid overcrowding, the fifth assessment
would be conducted in batches.

The person responsible for maintaining order here
was Instructor Julic, who had been helping set up the fifth assessment location with the teaching assistants since we scattered to other assessments.

The instructor had us line up, did a quick headcount, and then said, "Everyone here,
those of you who have already completed the first four assessments and are here for the last assessment of the day are very lucky. You're in the first
batch receive this important assessment. We'll take you down in groups of sixty at a time, and each assessment will take about
an hour. Only after the assessments are finished will we take the next group down. So, if you're
any , you'll have to wait until the others have finished their assessments before it's your turn. After your assessments, you
can go back to the child slave dormitory and get a good night's rest. Tomorrow, you'll be moving into the official female slave dormitory!"

At this moment, a few more girls walked in in twos and threes; never did all of them arrive
together .

I glanced around but didn't see Xiao Nitou or anyone else. They were probably
a round behind us in the first round of testing, and their wait in line must have been longer…

"Alright, that's exactly sixty people. You can go down now! Remember, when you go down, stick the remaining
three barcode stickers with the number 5 on your buttocks first, it'll be easier that way… Also, although
you probably won't be able to see the examiners, you still need to loudly greet them and request their
examination!" Instructor Julic spoke in his usual energetic voice, saying things that were hard to understand.
Qingqing exchanged a nervous glance, but the crowd had already started moving, descending the stairs to the basement. At this
point, there was no turning back…

In the basement, all the lights were turned on, illuminating the previously dark space.
Immediately before our eyes came dozens of enormous objects: gynecological examination chairs. Last time, we were
taken turns being made to sit on these chairs for hymen examinations.

However, there were only ten chairs back then, but now there are six times that number… a total of sixty chairs,
arranged in rows of ten, head to head, forming three large rows. The aisles between each row are
for people to walk through.

“After you stick the sticker on your butt, choose a chair and sit down. Hurry up!” the teaching assistant
urged us. We girls all had a deep-seated fear of these chairs, but according to
our “moral standards,” even ten hymen checks wouldn’t be a big deal…

“Let’s go…” Qingqing said, holding my hand. Although we weren’t entirely clear about this step of the examination, judging from
the setup, we could guess that it was related to our private parts. Maybe… we’d be spied on… But no matter what
, there was no way to escape it. We had no choice but to face it calmly.

Qingqing and I randomly picked a chair next to each other and sat down. Aside from shoes, we didn't need to take off our clothes or skirts
. Because of the space, the chairs were all very close together, meaning the girl
next almost shoulder-to-shoulder, less than half a meter apart. Even with our arms fixed to our
sides, our hands could still touch and hold each other's hands…

Although there were about five or six teaching assistants, they were still a bit short-handed for the sixty girls.
While waiting, Qingqing and I simply put our feet on the leg-opening platform. At only eighteen years old, my
aversion to this chair was probably
less …

So far, this stage of the assessment was much easier than the previous ones. Not only were many girls being
assessed together, but Qingqing was right next to me, so there was no possibility of being separated. Compared to before, even when Qingqing and I were being
assessed , we were on three separate platforms facing each other, and no matter how we looked left or right, our view was always
blocked by the assessors. Unlike now, where we could hold each other's hands and encourage each other.

However, when it was my turn to be restrained by the teaching assistant, my legs were tied to the leg-spreading platform, my arms were similarly tied to my sides
, and my body was further secured with restraint straps from the chair.
Once it was confirmed that only my head could move freely and the rest of my body was restrained, the teaching assistant pushed my chair back, changing my sitting position to a lying position, with my legs and buttocks
now facing forward, almost pointing upwards… My nervousness surged again.

After me, it was Qingqing's turn to be restrained and lie flat. The two girls lay there, turning their heads to look at each other
, their eyes only on one another. If it weren't for the fact that our lower bodies were in an obscene position with our buttocks and legs spread wide open,
Qingqing would really look like two best friends lying on the same bed, sharing their secrets.

After we were all "settled" in the chairs and adjusted our positions, the teaching assistants began to pull back the curtains on
the ceiling ... I don't know when they were installed, but those curtains perfectly covered our
lower bodies, keeping us completely hidden from the aisle. Similarly
, the teaching assistants moving through the aisle could only see the private parts and legs of dozens of girls lined up in a row, but
they couldn't see our upper bodies, faces, breasts, or even navels...

(So that's what the instructor meant when he said "we can't see the appraisers"...) I suddenly felt a
sense of relief. Compared to awkwardly and shamefully staring at the appraisers, or desperately closing my eyes,
a curtain like this saved us a lot of unnecessary trouble. But... why would the school
think ?

"This last assessment is a 'functional assessment,' which determines your 'usefulness.' To
prevent any flashy, seductive women from affecting the objectivity and
fairness , your body parts will be covered, only revealing the parts that will be used. Now,
enjoy this approximately one hour!"

"Remember to please the appraisers, maybe you'll get good results!"

"Hahaha! I've finally waited for this day, I really want to watch this scene from the sidelines."

"It's time to go, there should be quite a few girls gathered upstairs again, let's ask the instructors if we
can watch from the sidelines when it's the last batch!"

"If I could, I really want to be an appraiser! So many young and tender girls..."

"Don't forget, they also have to follow the rules..."

The teaching assistants said as they left the basement, their voices growing softer and softer until they were completely inaudible, but the first
few sentences were still clearly audible, like thunder in the ears...

(Functional assessment? Purpose?...!! Could it be...?) Suddenly I understood that this assessment was not as simple as
just peeping, but rather...

At this moment, the other girls also began to whisper among themselves, dozens of subtle voices combined, creating a buzzing sound that could
make one's ears ring.

"Qingqing...could it be..."

"Well...actually...I had a guess just now...while waiting for you...I remembered what I learned yesterday...being
used ...and what the instructor said...and the senior...but, since it was just a wild guess at the time, I was afraid it
would scare you, so I didn't tell you..."

"What...so...you already knew?" I asked in surprise.

"Well...not exactly knew...it's just...coming in here...seeing these chairs, plus
what the instructor just said, I had a feeling...I'm sorry..." Qingqing seemed to feel guilty for keeping it from me, but what
really shocked me wasn't this...

"Qingqing...you..." I said halfway, but suddenly couldn't continue. I didn't know how to ask Qingqing
how she knew that sitting down would be used, yet she could still pretend nothing was wrong and sit next to me...

I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky. At this moment, a group of people came down the stairs to the basement again, which also made me
not need to think about how to change the subject. Although I couldn't see the people coming down, judging from the footsteps, the number of people
descending the stairs was several times greater than the teaching assistants who had come down earlier. Finally, they entered the
basement, the basement where the genital parts of sixty girls were displayed...

"Classmates, the forensic examiners are coming in! Remember what I just said? Be polite,
be polite ! Everyone, quickly greet the forensic examiners." Instructor Julic
spoke to us like she was coaxing children to greet their elders.

A few of us girls did greet the unseen forensic examiners, but the vast majority,
including Qingqing and me, were still immersed in our fear and shame.

"Sigh! This still won't work... How about this? Just like before, if the examiner picks
you, they'll spank you, and then you can greet them. ...Well then, I'll leave this to you
!"

"No problem. Are these the goods for this year? Some of them look quite fresh and tender. There must be quite a few 'virgins,
' right?"

"Yes, only a few of them had experience before entering the school. The others only sold their virginity on their first day here
. In the past few weeks, not only has anyone been forbidden from violating them, but their direct supervisors have also been ordered to take good care of their '
little holes ,' so they are even better than when they entered."

"Hehe! This trip every year is always worthwhile! Julic, you're getting more and more professional. It seems
my judgment was indeed correct!"

"Not at all... I have to thank you for your promotion..." Instructor Julic said in a slightly flustered voice. She didn't expect
the other party to mention her past, but she still spoke politely and respectfully. Then, the sound of footsteps going upstairs confirmed that
the instructor had left us. Here, besides us, there were countless
appraisers left to determine our usefulness…

And then began the most agonizing and agonizing part of the entire appraisal process: the waiting time…

The appraisers' footsteps rose and fell, and our minds were nearly driven to
the brink of collapse . The thought of being violated by one of these appraisers, which had somewhat faded from memory five weeks ago
, now brought back the nightmare of that girl's most
terrifying … Even worse, with so many girls gathered together, the shame
was far greater than being raped alone.

Qingqing beside me held my hand tightly. Although we were indoors, her hand was even
colder than it had been outside. She was just as afraid, afraid of being defiled again.

The appraisers didn't seem to be in a hurry to begin the appraisal; instead, they moved among our rows of genitals. The curtain effectively
blocked our view from both sides. We couldn't see the examiners' faces or features at all; they
could see the shape of our genitals under our skirts. This design was to prevent the examiners from
being influenced by our faces or figures when examining our "private parts." All they had to do was assess whether our "
private parts" were "useful"... or rather, whether they were comfortable to use.

Because the examiners' expressions were completely hidden behind the curtain, and I couldn't see where their gazes were directed, I tensed up and silently prayed
whenever I heard footsteps approaching, praying that I wouldn't be chosen. Even though I
knew it was inevitable, even though every second was just another second of torment, I wanted to get through
it . Before I could ever mentally prepare myself for this, I didn't want the bad news to suddenly strike...

*snap!*

"Aaaaaah—" From a girl about four or five people away to my left, I first
heard a faint slapping sound, then the girl suddenly screamed,
breaking the tense, fearful silence. After a few seconds of silence, I heard the girl slowly say in a sobbing voice:
"Young...young slave...number 0052...please...please...identify..."

*Slap!*

"Waaaah...identify...the young slave's...pussy...waaaaah..." The girl burst into tears
halfway , and this crying stirred the hearts of many girls,
spreading outwards like a contagious disease.

However, amidst the crying, I heard a girl's painful scream coming from her direction, which was
immediately replaced by crying. But the crying became rhythmic and punctuated, and with each pause
, I could vaguely hear another "slap slap" sound, completely different from the previous slapping sound. And the girl...
Ben's pure sobs gradually turned into an eerie wailing...

We all knew what had happened to the girl, but it all felt so unreal...

"Lily... they really did it... they're going to... do it to us... sob sob..." Even the strong-willed Qingqing
couldn't continue. Even if she had guessed she was going to be violated, she never expected it to happen in such
a place, with her classmates lying around her, so close that even whispers could be heard
, being violated by men behind the curtain...

Although what we could see was that every girl was neatly dressed in her sailor uniform top,
lying head to head together,
no the part of our bodies hidden behind the curtain, which we couldn't see, was
about to commit the most depraved and shameful act in the world...

Soon, the second and third girls became victims one after another. The examiners didn't follow the order;
instead they selected the vaginas they fancied for examination. Because of this, the girls who hadn't yet been examined
lived in constant tension and fear. Those whose vaginas were "favored" had to shamefully commit acts of depravity in front of
their classmates… or even best friends… If they were examined together, it
wouldn't be so bad, but if two adjacent girls, one being examined and the other still waiting, it
was an extremely cruel and inhumane humiliation and created a severely awkward situation for both…

Qingqing, the girl next to me, and I hadn't been examined yet, but the girl next to her
had already been examined. Besides her cries gradually changing from pitiful pain to lewd and
wanton , the crisp slapping sounds would probably give me nightmares for a week…

However, our nightmare was just about to begin…

"Ugh…" Qingqing suddenly gasped, letting out a low groan, and her hand, which had been holding mine, trembled
violently …

"Young slave... No. 0127... Greetings to the appraiser... Please... appraiser... appraise... the young slave...
for... purposes..." Qingqing's voice trailed off towards the end, but she still needed the appraiser to hear her for it to pass. Of course,
I, standing next to her, heard it clearly, confirming my uneasy suspicions when I noticed her unusual movements...

I quickly turned my face away, afraid to meet Qingqing's eyes. I, who hadn't even been appraised yet, was now in an
extremely awkward situation. My best friend was about to be appraised and violated right next to me, and
not only could I not stop it, but I even had to witness... or rather, listen to... all of this...

I had absolutely no idea how to continue lying next to her, how to face her now and in the future,
and I even regretted not thinking more carefully before choosing this spot next to Qingqing. I would have preferred to be far away from her for
the appraisal, or even appraised in different batches, or...

"Lily..." Qingqing's weak voice came. She actually managed to muster the courage to turn around and face me
, without letting her shame and my embarrassment ruin our relationship...

"Can you... lend me your strength... help me get through this?... " Qingqing's voice was so weak it didn't
sound like her own. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at me, her brows furrowed in sorrow. There was a hint of guilt in her eyes
as if she had done something to wrong me, but it wasn't her fault at all!

Just as I was about to say something to comfort and encourage Qingqing, she suddenly closed her eyes tightly, her brows
furrowing even more deeply than before. At the same time, she involuntarily let out a very soft "Ugh—", her face filled with
a mixture of pain and shame. The hand she was holding was gripping mine so tightly it felt like she wanted to crush my bones…

(Could it be… that Qingqing has already… been…) When I realized this cruel reality, when I realized that my best
friend had been violated just centimeters away from me, even though I knew this moment was coming
, it was still so unbearable to face it. It felt as if a vacuum cleaner had been inserted into my mouth,
sucking all the air out of my stomach, and I felt waves of nausea as if the contents of my stomach were being churned up,
but what rushed down my esophagus was a bellyful of bitter fluid…

When Qingqing's expression softened a little from her furrowed brows, she opened her eyes slightly, but she
looked even more worried than before, and she turned her head away, not daring to look me in the eye again.

I didn't know whether I should speak or not, and I didn't know what to say to ease this terrible
awkwardness. In the end, I still couldn't say anything. I could only hold Qingqing's hand tightly, and through the connection between
us , I held her hand tightly as well, trying to give her a little bit of courage that I had left.

"Ugh..." A low moan, a mixture of pain and shame, escaped Qingqing's lips. Unlike
most girls who would cry out during a rape assessment, she bravely
endured her fear and humiliation even in this situation. Even in front of her friend, she remained strong, experiencing
what is arguably the cruelest and most terrifying nightmare for any girl...

After several such intermittent moans, from below Qingqing's waist, in a
place covered by the curtain, came the sound of flesh slapping and colliding, the frequency gradually increasing. Qingqing's
moans , even her breathing, unconsciously synchronized with the frequency of the sounds...

This feeling was truly indescribably eerie. Her friend appeared to be lying peacefully next door
, but on the other side of the curtain, her private parts were being violated, and both she and I were
watching. A complete stranger, whose face I don't know, is here to be "evaluated"... This kind of unimaginable
, absurd thing is actually happening right beside me... And, following Qingqing, I'm about to face the same situation as her. I'm about to experience firsthand

what Qingqing is feeling... 　　The girl on the other side of me had already started her evaluation while I was watching Qingqing. There are two girls on either , and I haven't had any action yet. This is hardly good luck for me. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but it hasn't happened yet, only bringing more painful torment . And... although I don't want to admit it... it hurts me a little... Every girl has shown their most shameful and private parts, but I haven't been chosen. Is it because my private parts are inferior to the other girls'?

As I was still lost in thought, Qingqing's hand, which was gripping me so tightly it left marks, suddenly tightened
its grip, and her body trembled violently... no... it trembled many times. Then her breathing
changed from rapid to slow, and the moans that had already turned into soft cries also lengthened and slowed down with her breathing...

Having experienced several orgasms myself and witnessed Qingqing or other sisters orgasm, I knew that Qingqing had just reached an orgasm. However... in the past, we stimulated ourselves to orgasm, but this time Qingqing reached an orgasm
while being violated ... 　　The "slapping" sounds below suddenly stopped from their previous rapid rhythm and gradually became silent . Instead, a heavy breathing sound that had been covered up suddenly became clear. Could it be... that it's over ? Has Qingqing been... completely defiled? 　　However, the expression on Qingqing's face as she gradually recovered from her orgasm seemed to show some surprise, even a hint of confusion, as if something unexpected had happened. As time passed, her physical condition gradually subsided from the state of being stimulated, but she still retained a little lingering pleasure. Her cheeks and body were slightly flushed she looked adorable. Judging from her appearance and expression at this moment, she did not look like someone who had just been assaulted. 　　Qingqing has already been examined, but I haven't been examined yet. This not only made me lose control of my wild thoughts and belittle myself, but it also made things extremely awkward between Qingqing and me, and it was difficult to break the silence. I could only wait for Qingqing to fully recover from the afterglow of her orgasm so that she could start the conversation and ease the cold awkwardness. But before that moment came, I suddenly felt something strange in my lower body... 　　Something... I recognized it as someone else's fingers... Touching my vulva ... 　　"Ugh—" Faced with this sudden, unannounced touch, my nerves tensed up instantly. At the same time, a sticker on my butt was suddenly torn off... 　　(No way... Why... at this time... is it my turn?...) Realizing that I was about to be examined as well, I subconsciously managed to lift my head and look down at my lower body, but all I could see was the curtain that blocked our view. 　　*Smack— 　　* "Ouch—" A crisp slapping sound, accompanied by a burning pain in my buttocks, followed by a slap from the unseen appraiser, urging me to pay my respects. 　　"Ugh... Young slave Lily... no... Young slave number 0129... pays respects to the appraiser... begs the appraiser... to evaluate... the young slave..." I uttered this request against my will, filled with tension, shame, unease, and fear, while my mind raced, thinking to myself: (Who would pay respects in such a posture...) 　　After Qingqing recovered slightly, she didn't immediately notice my situation, because the touching of my genitals and the removal of the label sticker were all done silently. We couldn't see the other side of the curtain, and without experiencing it , we wouldn't know. It wasn't until I was slapped on the butt that Qingqing seemed startled. At the same time , my words confirmed to her that I was about to experience the same thing as her… 　　However, unlike her, I wasn't brave or strong. At that moment, I didn't want to, and dared not, turn to face Qingqing. If I had the chance, I would have wanted to stay far away from her, and I certainly did want to be violated by an unknown man beside her… 　　But this was ultimately an impossible, insignificant wish. I couldn't face Qingqing at all, and I didn't want to guess what her expression was like. But turning to the other side would only awkwardly reveal the image of the girl next to me, whose examination hadn't even finished, being violated. With nowhere to look, I could only close my eyes and wait anxiously. However, in the darkness, I could feel Qingqing's hand, which had relaxed during her climax, gripping my trembling hand tightly again . 　　After I made my request for an examination, about ten seconds passed, each second feeling like an eternity… 　　Finally, I felt another touch from the body outside the curtain. But the first part touched wasn't my genitals as I'd expected, but my legs, bound and forced apart by the leg-split platform. The examiner grabbed my ankles, one in each hand, using the leverage to bring his body closer. 　　Then, I felt the side of a hot, cylindrical object pressing against my clitoris. The sudden stimulation sent a jolt through me, making me tremble violently. 　　Unable to see the examiner's face, and even less able to see the weapon he was about to use, I had absolutely no idea what would happen in the next second. After all, although I was destined to become a sex slave, my only sexual experience in the past eighteen years was losing my virginity, and that was a chaotic affair with both of us being quite inexperienced. Moreover , before getting to the main event, I was already too overwhelmed by the shameful foreplay to think clearly, and I simply followed the instructions in the headphones. Afterwards, it was impossible for me to recall or review what happened that night. Therefore, at this moment, although I was no longer a virgin, I was indeed, as my senior thought, "pure and ignorant"... 　　However, this time, only the woman was pure and ignorant... As for the man, he had been a forensic examiner for many years , and his sexual experience was probably countless. Dealing with a novice like me was more than enough... 　　"Ugh..." I couldn't help but let out a whimper, not because of pain, but because of a strange feeling. The appraiser didn't just insert himself like my "husband" had before. Instead, he first used his hot , cylindrical member to rub my clitoris in a circular motion. It didn't feel like a violation; it felt more like he was doing what I always did when I masturbated, only much larger and warmer than my fingers… 　　And I… even though I knew he was about to violate me, and with the very thing that was currently stimulating me, my body's instinctive physiological reaction, which had been building up for so long during the tense and shameful moments before , triggered a sexual arousal under the friction of his member. Even before penetration began, my body was already overwhelmed by pleasure. 　　(Ugh… no… how could this be…) I closed my eyes even tighter, trying not to feel the sensations coming from my genitals, but how could I not notice, how could I not think in a lewd direction, when one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body was being massaged by something so suggestive ? Worse still, without being able to see the other person's weapon and only able to sense and imagine it, I couldn't help but think about the murderer that was about to violate my sacred territory.

Just how big is that thing...? The appraiser seemed to have anticipated my "curiosity," pressing
it against my sensitive areas. The stimulation was intense, but I was overly
sensitive to touch. As my mind and body were gradually overwhelmed by sexual pleasure, and the appraiser's movements
became increasingly forceful, I realized that the thing I was looking at was half an arm's length...

"Eek—" With the accumulating pleasure, the appraiser suddenly thrust the very tip of the thing forcefully
. The sudden stimulation made me let out a moan of pleasure. Although I tried to
suppress the volume, it was still clearly audible. I was also certain that Qingqing and the other girl beside me heard
it, and even the appraiser outside the curtain heard it...

Fortunately... even if Qingqing knew, she wouldn't laugh or look down on me; fortunately... the other girl was currently
in the crucial stage before the appraisal ended and had no time to notice the changes in those around her; fortunately...
between Separated by the curtain, if they discovered me moaning with pleasure just from this, I
'd be ridiculed by the whole class...

However, the appraiser seemed to have gone too far with his playful antics, and my emotions had been swayed "in that direction." Even
the impending violation felt like a given...

Feeling the appraiser's object withdraw, I, who had been somewhat sobered by the moans,
only knew that he was about to officially violate me. But any thoughts or feelings about it
were completely overwhelmed by the lust and pleasure awakened by the foreplay. The only thing that remained was
the deepest, most profound sadness that every woman feels when about to be violated...

Suddenly, that thing pressed against my vulva, rubbing against the labia beside my opening.
My labia, already swollen and engorged from the foreplay and the prolonged shame, were exceptionally sensitive to touch and friction.
The appraiser rubbed the object against the very outside of my vulva, continuing to arouse my primal lust
while using the constantly leaking, wet fluid from my opening as lubrication. Once everything was ready, the object
pressed against the entrance of my vulva, ready to breach the gates and plunge in.

"Ugh—" As soon as I felt the object begin to push forward, my vulva was forced apart.
The front part of the hot, cylindrical object was already surrounded by the walls of my vagina. Up to this point, it was relatively easy, but when the
object went a little deeper…

"Aaaaaah—" Despite trying hard to suppress my cries, the intense
pain made it impossible for me to hold back my cries like Qingqing could.

Although my hymen was torn weeks ago and could never fully recover, the greatest tearing pain during the first time
came from the stretching of the originally tight vagina, stimulating the dense and extremely sensitive
nerve . Some girls, whose hymens are accidentally broken while riding bicycles or in other accidents, don't feel anything
, yet experience pain for days on their first time, even without bleeding, for the same reason…

As for me, although I truly lost my virginity five weeks ago and am no longer a pure and innocent
girl, that was only once, and in these five weeks… With the careful care and assistance of my senior, and
the effects of some medication, my vaginal walls, especially the deeper parts, were not stretched open much. Furthermore, under the
influence of medication and body conditioning, my vagina became increasingly sensitive and tight. After five weeks of "maintenance,"
although was no longer a virgin and would not bleed again, its tightness and sensitivity were more
like a virgin's vagina than on the night I lost my virginity. Of course, the pain was also greater than before.

The examiner seemed to sense unexpected resistance; this time, he didn't break through on the first try. About
halfway was blocked. At this moment, I felt as if a sword was piercing
my body from below, or as if a wire saw was sawing upwards from my crotch, widening with time.
This kind of pain was something I had never imagined, beyond the immense shame I had initially expected.

The forensic examiner slowly pulled the weapon out. With each inch it was pulled out, it felt as if the muscles in my lower body were being pulled
out as well, but the tearing pain subsided somewhat. When it was pulled out more than halfway, the examiner suddenly
thrust forward forcefully.

"Ahhh..." The tearing pain returned to my lower body, but compared to the first time I was forced in,
this thrust brought a different kind of sensation in addition to the pain. Even my scream
changed slightly, becoming a little more seductive.

This change, of course, did not escape the examiner's ears. His movements changed again,
from a deep, forceful thrust to shallow, lingering thrusts near the entrance of my vagina. Compared to the depths of my vagina, the sensation at the entrance
was actually far more pleasurable than painful. In addition, each time I masturbated or cleaned my vagina in the morning, I focused on the
vaginal walls just a short distance inside the entrance. So, for me, the pain from these shallow thrusts had been almost
completely replaced by pleasure. And the examiner's occasional deep thrusts, besides awakening the pain of being pierced,
also made the feeling of being filled inside increasingly obvious.

And my cries... what were originally painful screams and shouts, had somehow become almost
moaning sounds like I was being ravished. My heavy, rapid breathing had unconsciously harmonized with the frequency of his thrusts.
At first, it seemed like his movements were in sync with my disordered breathing, but later, it was my breathing rhythm
that was controlled by his "conductor's baton."

My previous experience, the man who took my first kiss and first time and demanded I call him "husband,"
was also an inexperienced virgin like me. So there weren't many variations. Even the most basic
"seven shallow thrusts and one deep thrust" or a certain number of shallow and deep thrusts was something I
only learned after being instructed by my senior through headphones and then verbally described by me. And at best, it was a very mechanical, fixed frequency of thrusting; I never even considered changing the rhythm.
But this appraiser is a veteran. Not only can he accurately grasp my changes in state and adjust
the rhythm accordingly, but even without seeing any changes in my facial expressions, he can tell how to achieve
climax , and by the subtle shifts in my deliberately low moans.

And I, despite being violated and abused, am now completely filled with lust and pleasure.
Combined with the pain from before, my brain has transformed it into a feeling of euphoria, which, along with the heightened pleasure, creates a sensation of euphoria.
Afterwards, it felt like floating on clouds. The only remaining consciousness was that, amidst this
chaotic contradiction of shame and satisfaction, sadness and pleasure, I wanted to reach that climax that would make me faint, just like before
…

Unconsciously, the ratio of the appraiser's thrusting depth increased, from seven shallow thrusts to three deep, five shallow thrusts to five deep…
In the end, each time it was a deep, all-encompassing penetration, and the speed changed from slow in-and-out thrusting to rapid,
non-stop Without the cushioning of pubic hair, the "slap slap
" sounds of my skin colliding with the appraiser's genitals were incessant. With each "slap," I felt the pain of the impact on my genitals, the stinging sensation of the sensitive
areas hair, and
the tearing pain and fullness of my vagina being stretched open and filled by the foreign object... Every single sensation reminded me of the fact that I was being violated
. But while I should have been sad, I also felt a guilty pleasure from the sexual pleasure. However,
my brain was no longer able to care about these things...

Before long, I could no longer feel anything other than my genitals. I
couldn't even focus my eyes to see the scene in front of me. Compared to my first time, when I had already experienced several orgasms, I knew that
I was about to have another orgasm.

Finally, the examiner suddenly thrust deeply, as if trying to pierce me, almost penetrating my
cervix The impact against my uterus caused my brain to suddenly go blank. My tightly closed
eyelids relaxed weakly, but I couldn't fully open them. My eyeballs rolled upwards, and
I lost the strength to close my lips in a daze. The breaths from my slightly parted lips were all moans of lust
. My lower body felt like it was being exploded by something, and the warm current spread in all directions until my whole body was burning hot
and sweating. My vaginal walls were still wrapped in the other's thing, spasming incessantly. But each spasm wasn't
painful; instead, it was a new wave of pleasure arising from the filling.

This orgasm seemed to have exhausted all my strength. I collapsed, unable to
stop panting, and felt as if I didn't even have the strength to say a word. The only thing I still had the strength to perceive was the weapon still
inside me, the one that had harmed me to this state.

However, as the climax approached its peak and plateau, the increasingly congested, sensitive, and
tight inner walls of my vagina felt the temperature, size, and heartbeat of his penis more
acutely.

During the intense contractions of my vagina at orgasm, it remained inside, enjoying the tighter embrace
and frequent contractions of the vaginal walls. After my intense orgasm, it seemed to come alive, swelling
and pulsating even more. In the brief respite after the orgasm, as I regained my senses and rationality, no longer
blinded , my thoughts were pulled back to reality. I suddenly realized I was still being violated,
and based on the sensations and guesses emanating from my lower body, he was about to inject his filth
into …

From the paradise of orgasm, I was instantly dragged back to earth. The shock of falling from grace felt like a sudden, precipitous fall. I
even blamed myself for the powerful physical reaction to the violation. Now, I had
no will to plead with the other person not to ejaculate inside; I could only resign myself to the
moment the gates of hell opened…

However, just as the other person was about to ejaculate, and I even had a premonition that it would erupt deep into my
vagina , the examiner suddenly pulled it out of my vagina
and my body before ejaculation. And then there was nothing more. I had no idea whether the other person had ejaculated or not…

Behind the curtain, silence returned. Still in the same lewd pose, it took me a long time to
realize that the examination was over, and to understand why Qingqing had looked so confused and surprised—it was because of this
. In fact, during that lunch break, I watched as my senior was used by twenty or thirty teaching assistants. Each assistant would
vent their pent-up frustrations on her, even if not inside, at some other part of her body. Therefore
, Qingqing and I were completely baffled as to why the appraiser would abandon the process halfway through, especially at
the most crucial moment…

The appraiser who had assaulted me earlier seemed to have already walked away… This appraisal was probably temporarily over
… I tried to comfort myself with this thought, but it had no effect…

Each level had three barcode stickers, which had to be appraised by three different appraisers before it could proceed,
and the fifth level was no exception…

Just now, the appraiser only tore off one… I only had my first appraiser appraise it… In other words
, this appraisal was not over, it had only just begun…

Qingqing, who was next to me, had already started the second round of appraisal, being assaulted a second time by a different appraiser
…

And I, before my breathing and heartbeat had even returned to normal from the climax, had
another sticker torn off my butt by a suddenly reaching hand, and was once again forced to
pay homage and request an appraisal…

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