【The Dean's Twelve Beauties】(20) Author: onion124567

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[bbs=thread-4894859-1-1.html]【The Dean's Twelve Beauties】(01-19)[/bbs]

(Twenty)

"What? Don't you remember me?"

Secretary Zhang smiled wickedly, roughly kneading his wife's face. His wife pouted and gritted her teeth, frowning as she
endured it, thinking. She really couldn't remember when she had seen this old man.

Secretary Zhang pressed down on his wife's neck ring and pushed her back. His wife was forced to kneel on her slender calves, her thighs and calves pressed together, her legs slightly open. The mysterious cave that had just been conquered by the Dean spilled a few drops of thick white fluid
during this violent shoving . "Hehe, you don't remember me? You hit my car a few months ago. You really have a bad memory ." "Ah! It's you!" His wife remembered that Secretary Zhang was the owner of the government car that she and her husband had encountered when they went to persuade their cousin. Recognized here, and still in this state, his wife deflated like a punctured balloon . "Well, you should be called a noblewoman. Such a noble air, and quite a temper. She looked so fierce, like she was about to fight. Who wouldn't be intimidated? Even our driver's legs went weak. Even I, as the leader, was a little intimidated by you back then," Secretary Zhang recalled. "Ugh! Don't say that! You know..." His wife's anger was still fresh in her mind as she recalled the events of that day. If she hadn't been in a hurry to find her cousin , she would have definitely argued with this old man endlessly. Even now, she couldn't stand his arrogant attitude. She suddenly raised her head, glaring at the old man, and leaned back in her kneeling position, her legs nimbly raised into a half-kneeling posture. Her imposing presence seemed to devour the old man. Secretary Zhang was also frightened, pulling his hands back, cold sweat pouring down his back, his legs trembling, almost running away first. The chain around his wife's neck rattled, making the scene look like a dangerous, unleashed animal about to attack a child. Xue Mei walked over, grabbed the chain, and pulled hard. His wife, wincing in pain, was dragged in front of Xue Mei, followed by a sharp "slap . " "You bastard, you bitch. What are you doing, acting so lewd?" His wife glared at Xue Mei resentfully, then looked at the headmaster with a pitiful expression, like a pet begging for its owner 's protection. The headmaster also walked over, and with another "slap," delivered another blow to his wife's other cheek. This time it was harder. Before his wife could even cry out in pain, she was kicked in the stomach, sending her flying several meters. Thick, shameful fluid splattered along her path. "Ugh..." His wife tried to clutch her stomach, but her hands were cuffed behind her back, preventing her from reaching the attacked area. The powerful kick to her stomach made it difficult for her to breathe, let alone maintain her earlier ferocity. "Please excuse my poor appearance. This horse has quite a temper; I haven't tamed it yet," the dean said with a forced smile. "Here, calm your nerves." Xuemei picked up a cup from the table and handed it to Secretary Zhang. Secretary Zhang took the cup and drank the milky white liquid one gulp. He swallowed a mouthful of milk, glanced at his wife's enormous breasts, and then swallowed again. These exquisitely large breasts were full yet delicate, firm yet soft, perfectly embodying feminine charm and maternal greatness . Even when covered by thick clothing, they were incredibly alluring, let alone when exposed and erect for all to see. No normal man could look away. Secretary Zhang couldn't help but admire his wife. She was clearly a young woman who had been continuously tormented for days, her body sensitive and thirsty , and her body was locked up. She should have been at the mercy of others, but why had he been afraid of her just now? The sudden incident caught Secretary Zhang off guard. Even pets have a dangerous side, and sex slaves are . While he couldn't be sure of her temperament, one thing was certain: neither pets nor sex slaves would attack their masters. Even after being played with to this extent, she still possessed such spirit—an innate resilience. If she were under his control, enjoying daily pleasures would be heavenly. Secretary Zhang pondered. "Good breasts, good breasts..." Secretary Zhang stared intently at his wife's breasts, praising them. "Exactly, too fierce! This slut is so arrogant, she scared the guests. Aren't you going to apologize?" The director pulled his wife in front of Secretary Zhang again, pressed her down, and slapped her protruding buttocks. "Yes...yes, yes...I'm sorry..." His wife, still breathing heavily from being kicked in the stomach, spoke haltingly. Her humble and timid demeanor perfectly reflected her current helpless situation. "Hmm, isn't an apology more sincere?" Seeing the director and Xue Mei present, the old man regained some of his courage, putting on his repulsive, foul face and looking at his wife with disdain. His wife, noticing his fixed gaze on her breasts, knew what he meant. She hated being seen in her large breasts; even being stared at made them involuntarily hot and swollen. Her cheeks burned red with shame, and she wanted to disappear into the ground. "Secretary Zhang is asking you a question, why aren't you answering?" The director, of course, also saw through the old lecher's intentions. He grabbed his wife's shoulders, forcing her into a forward-leaning position, and commanded, "Answer quickly, stick your breasts out, show some sincerity!" "Please! Please, Secretary Zhang, touch my breasts," his wife managed to say, barely managing to utter these shameful words. "Slap!" Another slap landed on her buttocks. "Please enjoy my breasts, no, enjoy my big tits... Please ravage my slutty breasts to your heart's content!" As the wife cried out her last words, tears streamed down her face, making her even more alluring, like a pear blossom in the rain. The old man grinned wickedly, seizing his wife's erect breasts. He had been with many women, and his technique for teasing breasts was quite skillful. Under his caresses, his wife's sensitive breasts quickly became aroused, her nipples swelling as if they were about to burst, and she hummed softly.

He was expressing his lust, arousing himself in a stranger and a man he despised, leaving his wife utterly ashamed
.

But that wasn't the end of it. The old man began his lewd interrogation. "You're already in heat? Your body is very honest!"

The old man's lewd gaze lingered. "I thought you were some kind of powerful woman, some principled virtuous
lady, but you're just a lustful woman..."

"Your figure is really nice. I've been around for so many years, and I've never seen such a gem.
Tall and slender, with breasts like a European or American woman, and the face of a classic Eastern noblewoman, with a slightly cold
demeanor. I didn't even have time to admire you that day before you and your husband left. What a lifelong regret. Luckily,
Brother kept you as a mistress."

"By the way, where's your pretty-boy husband? Why did you abandon your husband and come to serve Brother Zhong?"

"Oh... be gentle... husband? What's it to you!"

The wife, aroused by his caresses, had entered a dazed and sexually charged state. The question brought her
back to reality.

The simple question now filled her with shame, and she casually refused to answer.

"You bastard, how dare you speak to a guest like that?"

Xue Mei raised her foot, clad in a high-heeled shoe, and kicked her wife's round, plump buttocks.

Husband? The wife suddenly remembered that she was married. She should have been fulfilling her duties as a wife with her body, but
her husband hadn't enjoyed it. Now, he was being treated at will by several strange men. Husband or master, who was more important?

Even if she still loved her husband, could her body leave her master? Her most intimate parts already
belonged her master. She didn't even have the chance to touch them, let alone have sex with him. And
the irresistible desire that arose periodically meant she had to come back on time to be fucked. It was as if she had
tied her vagina to the director's penis with a ropeless chain. No matter how far she went, the director only needed to pull the rope, and she would have to come back eagerly
offering her tender cunt.

With her current physical condition and strength, she was practically the director's possession, and there was no way to get rid of her master.

But could her master tolerate her husband? "How dare you speak to a guest like that? Kneel down and admit your mistake!"

Xue Mei scolded.

"Hehe, much better behaved now. Brother Zhong, you're really something. You don't know how fiery this beauty's temper was that day, like
she was going to devour us. But Brother Zhong has a way with her; now she's as docile as a lamb. You took
your anger , deliberately rammed our car, you wouldn't be trying to get me to fuck you, would you? Didn't your husband satisfy you? Where's your husband?"

"Her husband? Still on duty. He just called to greet his queen, who knew his
queen was here being so lewd and horny. I've already replied to this slut's text message. You two masters should fuck her
to your hearts' content . Ahahaha..."

Xue Mei laughed slyly.

"So she's just a lowly clerk, how pathetic... Brother Zhong, you're the one who took her virginity, and you're talking about her husband like that?"

Secretary Zhang asked.

"Yeah, if I hadn't taken her virginity, her husband wouldn't have been able to get in during their wedding night. You don't know how tight a woman's vagina is
; getting in is as difficult as childbirth, and you have to be rough. If you're gentle, it's hard to get in. Her husband
should thank me. Not only did I take her virginity, but he's also definitely going to wear this green hat."

Her husband was working hard for the family's happiness far away, while she was here like a sex slave, being at the mercy of others'
desires . How could she face her husband? The wife closed her eyes sadly.

Secretary Zhang was no pushover either. Having been an official for decades, he'd slept with dozens, if not hundreds, of women.
His breast-kneading technique, while not as forceful as the hospital director's, was just right. He stared at the tear-streaked beauty before him,
unaware that a married woman's sorrow was all the more alluring. Shyness, grief, stubbornness, pride,
disdain, and anger were all written on her face, yet she was restrained from expressing them. She could only let out rhythmic moans as Secretary Zhang kneaded her large breasts. An uncontrollable lust
was written on her face; her increasingly soft body, swollen breasts, erect nipples, and the clear fluid
flowing all told the ugly old man before him

that she was ready, ready to penetrate him at any moment.

But Secretary Zhang cursed his own manhood for being so unresponsive. It was truly a case of the old saying: "Young men don't know the value of sperm,
old men weep at the sight of a vulva." The erotic scene before him, which even monks would find difficult to resist,
left .

Secretary Zhang could only sigh and give up.

"Brother Zhong, let this beauty rest well. We'll fight another day."

"Brother Zhang, no problem

, no problem. You can choose any woman you want here, but this woman has a fiery temper, so be careful." "It's alright. I've weathered many storms, why would I capsize in a ditch? So many women
have slept , I don't believe there's a cunt I can't fuck."

Before leaving, Secretary Zhang didn't forget to glance at the body she had played with, which was now neither fully satisfied nor exhausted.

He swallowed hard and strode away.

His wife was thrown onto the carpet, her snow-white breasts heaving violently, occasionally letting out a groan or two. Her long
legs clenched and relaxed, playfully clattering the toes of her boots with a restless sound. A few minutes after the dean saw Secretary Zhang out
, she became even more restless, sometimes rolling on the carpet, sometimes lying on it, writhing her body and
rubbing her sensitive breasts with the blanket.

"Sister, please help me. I'm so sad."

His wife suddenly raised her head, her face flushed as if she were drunk.

"What's wrong?"

Xuemei feigned concern.

"I have no strength at all, I feel like something's missing, I really want... really want..."

Whether it was embarrassment or lack of strength, her wife struggled to speak.

"Want what?"

Xuemei looked at her wife with disdain.

She thought to herself that if she didn't teach her a lesson, she wouldn't know how lewd she was.

"I really want to be touched."

Her wife said, immediately lowering her head. She felt ashamed to say such lewd things.

"Oh, well, I can't help you then. That was your chance to show off. If you had served Secretary Zhang well, he could have helped
you, but you didn't appreciate it. Now you can only wait for your master to come back and await his judgment."

Xuemei explained.

"Him? I don't want him."

Her wife thought of that lowly old man, reeking of money, his lewd appearance repulsive.
Ever since the car accident, she had labeled him as filthy. So what if he had a little power? How could he
just casually enter her body? If it were him, her wife would rather continue to endure this desire.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to choose? Don't forget that your body and soul belong to your master.
Who will enter your body next? A person, a machine, or even an animal—you can't decide. The only thing you can
be sure of is that whatever enters your body will be permitted by your master. Understand?"

Xue Mei slapped her wife's plump, protruding buttocks as punishment and warned her.

Master, Zhong Yi? The wife re-examined this man and found him increasingly adorable. In a suit, he was
a gentleman, elegant and exuding a kingly aura. His deep eyes seemed to see right through her.

When he took off his clothes, he became a master of manipulating flesh. Once penetrated, the intense
pleasure of the orgasm penetrated deep into her bones, as if igniting her desire. Soon, she would want a second, a third, unable to escape
that dazed, drunken state. In just a few days, the wife had lost count of how many times she had
been fucked by her master, losing count of how many times she had fainted from orgasm under his crotch, only to be fucked awake again.

What's even more terrifying is that, as if addicted, she increasingly craves sex with Zhong Yi, and it becomes easier and easier for her to
open . What is this? A whore? She has become the very thing she despises.

What will become of her if this continues? Her wife has more than once suspected that she will be fucked to death by the director; his
methods are too varied and his abilities too strong, it's only a matter of time before she is played to death by him.

But her wife finds that whenever she thinks this way, she doesn't reject this fate. She often tries to squeeze her long, slender
legs together, enjoying Zhong Yi's violation while intoxicated by a dreamlike pleasure. Just as Xue Mei said,
it's only natural for a beautiful woman to be played with by a powerful man.

Not long after, the master returned. He didn't blame his wife; it was as if everything was going according to plan. He
picked her up, made her straddle his lap, and roughly kneaded her swollen, round breasts dozens of
times, occasionally sucking on her erect nipples. His wife pressed her chest completely against the director, her buttocks
swaying back and forth with her waist, as if welcoming the man's penetration, but in fact, the director hadn't even taken off his pants.

"Ugh... I want... I want... give it to me..."

his wife murmured, leaning her breasts and entire upper body towards Zhong Yi, her lips pouting from time to time,
a natural way of asking for a kiss, like a girl in love. Her buttocks swayed even more violently,
her thighs squeezing together with each twist, but straddling the director's lap, she couldn't close them at all.

Her pink lips between her legs opened and closed, constantly drooling, like a child who was extremely hungry.

Even with her enthusiastic response to the dean, she received no violation. Zhong Yi focused solely on her two
large breasts , sucking and roughly kneading them. His wife

cried out, "Wah…!" and arched her back. The dean, experienced as ever, turned her over,
spreading her long legs like he was holding a child to urinate. Xue Mei conveniently took out her camera for a close-up shot.

Her long legs stretched and closed, her calves twitching playfully, as if unwilling to have her shameful
moment captured.

The dean, naturally dissatisfied with his wife's reaction, bent her legs upwards, accurately pinching her
nipples , giving them a sharp squeeze. His wife let out an even more pleasurable moan. Her long, white legs, like two oars, spasmed
and stretched straight, twirling in the air a few times. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and waves of milk rose from her chest, the mysterious
ripples of which Xue Mei accurately captured.

Suddenly, his wife fell silent, her legs stretching out to the sides, trembling taut, and the sound of gushing water could be heard from within.

Three seconds later, the wife let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain as she gushed out a shameful yet clear
stream of vaginal fluid .

The waterfall-like spray lasted for a few seconds, her body convulsing, thrusting forward repeatedly, each time spurting out
a jet of fluid.

It was as if a pump inside her was squeezing out her essence.

The wife closed her eyes sadly, tears of repentance streaming down her face, but the fire of desire within her body was not completely extinguished.

"How is it? Breast orgasms are strange and uncomfortable, aren't they? They'll only make you more thirsty. Don't think of
yourself as some pure virgin anymore. Do you even have a choice? You're just a vase for semen, a slut
who gets excited at your master's command. Your naturally horny breasts will teach you a lesson you won't forget,"

Xue Mei warned.

She then followed the director out the door.

The wife drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by the throbbing, itchy feeling in her breasts.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't know how much time had passed; her figure had become more voluptuous, her skin more supple
, and her plump, peach-like buttocks seemed to be dripping with moisture.

How could this be? Whoever it is, just come in.

The wife walked towards the mirror, her erect nipples pressing against the cold surface, sending shivers down her spine. If she
could move her hands, she would definitely take good care of those cherry-like nipples.

She pressed her entire breasts against the mirror, rubbing them. If only her reflection could come out and caress her too!

Was this still the person she knew? Her hazy eyes held a helpless yet unsatisfied expression.
Beneath her alluring collarbone, her two large breasts swelled as if they might burst at any moment. Her slender waist had no excess fat, and her peach-
like buttocks seemed even larger than before, her full curves overflowing with her pent-up desire.

Her skin was whiter and more delicate than before, but she looked haggard and dazed. Compared to her former self,
it was as if something inside her had been hollowed out; she lacked confidence and pride. The woman in the mirror exuded
an aura of submissiveness and humility.

This was understandable; a woman whose sexuality was constantly controlled by another was utterly devoid of dignity and
freedom . More than a person, she was like a potted plant, a vase, a pet, a toy.

However, the most agonizing ordeal came three days later.

With dazed eyes, the wife watched as Xue Mei threaded the chain through the buckle on her collar, then yanked her
off the bed. For three whole days, she had been tormented by insatiable desire.

Now, she was much more haggard, utterly exhausted, with only a trickle of fluid from her mouth and vagina. She fell
heavily off the bed.

Xuemei lifted her wife's chin, looking at her numb eyes, and gently patted her. "Stop pretending,
cheer up , someone's coming to feed you today."

Three days of sexual torment had rendered her incapable of thinking, and she couldn't hear the slightly insulting, vulgar implication in Xuemei's voice.
"What?"

"You slut, have you been played with until you're stupid? Can't you understand? Someone's going to fuck you,"

Xuemei said.

"Okay? Come on."

The wife turned around, sticking out her large buttocks, her legs slightly parted.

"Look at you now, all wet and sticky. Go wash yourself."

Xue Mei slapped her wife's buttocks.

"Uh... okay."

The wife also felt very dirty.

Every day, her body was constantly aroused, sweat, vaginal fluid, and saliva flowed endlessly, covering her body.

When the water droplets hit her skin, she regained a little bit of life, and a cool sensation washed over
her brain, restoring some rationality. She looked at the spraying water droplets, wishing she could wash away all
the sins on her body, no, all the sins those people had committed against her.

Tears silently streamed down her face.

But her hands disobeyed her, kneading her breasts, unable to stop.

Xue Mei watched her wife's bathing figure through the screen, and smiled coldly.

"No matter how intense it is, it's all the same now. After all, they're women, and we're the best at dealing with women."

It was another vulgar horse racing game. My cousin and wife, along with five other female slaves, were each tied with ropes,

their buttocks raised, waiting for the rider.

Looking at my wife, tormented by lust for a week, walking unsteadily, my cousin couldn't help but feel worried for her.
Sun Siqi gave her a look, telling her not to look around. Just then, she was penetrated.

Four of the female slaves had been penetrated, but they were waiting for tonight's protagonist. A disgusting old man's stench mixed with
an unbearable , vulgar stench of money wafted over. My wife, already ravaged by lust, instantly felt breathless. It was that lewd
old man again. My wife wanted to turn around to confirm, but the rope around her neck restricted her movement.

As expected, it was Secretary Zhang who came to have his way with his wife. Although he found it difficult to conquer her, he enjoyed the thrill of manipulating this
tall mare. His wife was completely naked, a black collar tightly binding her neck,
black stirrups around her waist, pink handcuffs behind her back, and hoof-like boots on her feet. At the dean
's command, she slowly squatted down. The lecherous old man's enormous, unattainable buttocks sank down, and he
excitedly grabbed them, biting and nibbling. The dean coughed a few times, and Secretary Zhang realized his lapse in composure, awkwardly
trying to appear calm. "This old man has seen the world. I understood this game after playing it once. What horse racing?
It's like driving a car. Look, this big white butt is the steering wheel."

Secretary Zhang swallowed hard, having craved his wife's figure ever since he first saw her several months ago.

"Look, this steering wheel even has a emblem. It's quite beautiful,"

he said, pointing to his wife's pink, aroused vulva after a week of abstinence.

Her exquisite vulva drooled, like a flower bud about to bloom.

"I've touched more steering wheels than you've touched bowls, don't underestimate me!"

he said arrogantly.

"Yes. Brother Zhang is right,"

the dean echoed.

"If you ask me, this isn't a steering wheel, this slutty ass is a lottery wheel.
Round and , maybe Secretary Zhang can even win a prize."

Xue Mei was good at lightening the mood.

"Win a prize? Haha, I'm an old man of sixty, having a child late in life?"

Secretary Zhang fantasized.

"Okay, brother, if you get this slut pregnant, I'll give her to you,"

the dean said.

"Ugh... um..."

His wife let out a moan from deep within her body, shaking her white and tender buttocks with unbearable thirst, the annoying
waves of her buttocks rippled and spread, even Xue Mei couldn't resist wanting to grab a handful of those plump, tender buttocks.

"The slut can't wait, please get on top, brother,"

the dean said.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Secretary Zhang chuckled and touched his wife's handcuffed hands to ensure she was powerless
to resist. Then, he pulled her hands, placed her in the stirrups, and, supporting the barely conscious man, inserted himself into her.
"Oh," she cried, her vulva rubbing against the short man's pubic hair, arousing her from the
intense stimulation. She arched her back, thrusting her vulva forward, hoping the short man's penis would penetrate deeper.

This short, fat man was about the same height as her legs; she would never have seen such a man on the street
, yet now she had to find a way to make him pleasure her. A silent pang of self
-pity obedient. Sensing the director's scent,
the desire that had been driven away by disgust returned. She couldn't resist wanting to lick the director's penis. The director said, "Slave, serve
Secretary Zhang well, help him return victorious."

The wife looked up, her face flushed, at the director, about to speak... The dean stepped back. "
Riders , take your positions. The competition begins."

At his command, the five riders gripped the reins of the mare before them, thrusting their spears deep into her
body, occasionally slapping her rump. "Giddy up!"

The lewd old man slapped his wife's buttocks and also inserted his spear. His wife's vagina contracted,
feeling that his penis wasn't very long, the shortest of the four penises that had entered her body. The glans was triangular
. The old man lacked explosive power and stamina; such thrusting was like scratching an itch through a boot.

"Get out, get out!"

his wife cried out in pain. She wasn't afraid of a sharp knife, but she was afraid of a saw.

Secretary Zhang's half-erect, short penis was practically useless, like jelly stuffed into tofu—nothing
to penetrate , just itchy and disgusting.

If sex was like executing a woman, then the dean was beheading, and Secretary Zhang was slow slicing. The limp
thing offered no penetration whatsoever; rubbing against it only caused disgust.

"You're such a nuisance, it itches... Get off my back! Get out!"

his wife roared.

"How dare you talk like that? Did your master give you permission to speak?"

Xuemei raised her hand to slap her wife's face.

Secretary Zhang stopped her.

"Young man, don't be impatient,"

Secretary Zhang said to Xuemei, then patted his wife's buttocks.

"Good girl, you're itchy, I'll help you stop the itch."

"You're too...you, you can't do it! Get off me."

It's soft and short, better off not having one.

But his wife's conservative nature prevented her from saying such words.

"Slut, save those words for when you climax!"

Although Secretary Zhang spoke harshly, his manhood was getting old and could only maintain a semi-erect state.
How could such a thing possibly conquer a beautiful and virtuous mare? But the boast had already been made, and
he felt trapped, straddling his wife's buttocks.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

He pulled out the short, thin weevil and secretly opened the thing in his hand… “You'd better leave. You can't do it!”

His wife felt the annoying little weevil being pulled out and thought Secretary Zhang had given up.

“Remember your words. After I conquer you, let's see what you have to say.”

Secretary Zhang thrust in again.

“How ungrateful! Who do you think you are? You're not even a man. At your age, what are you meddling in
?”

His wife provoked him again, insulting the lewd old man.

The people around them chuckled and whispered, hoping Secretary Zhang wouldn't die on this woman's ass before he even got to fuck her.

“Shut up. Take this!”

Secretary Zhang was enraged, grabbing his wife's waist.

He leaned over her back, pressing his body tightly against her buttocks.

The wife was equally furious. After waiting a week, this was the result—being violated by someone she hated and loathed,
and by a half-baked witch. She had never felt so humiliated and miserable in her life. At least the director could free her
body, but him? A lewd, arrogant old man, utterly incompetent, what right did he have to be on her proud backside? The wife shook violently, her
strong , muscular body heaving, trying to shake the old man
off her. Secretary Zhang, unable to maintain his balance, quickly grabbed her hands, which were cuffed behind her back.

Everyone held their breath for Secretary Zhang, worried he might break.

The two engaged in a fierce tug-of-war, a struggle to tame the mare on the wife's backside.

The wife was distressed. Her well-maintained and exercised body should have easily shaken off the old man, but the
reins and the unsupported hooves forced her to bend over, her head bowed, her buttocks raised on tiptoe—a position that
offered no leverage, but rather a sexy struggle.

Even on his wife's buttocks, Secretary Zhang couldn't maintain his balance. Without the dean's
penetrating whip, which could hold a man and woman in place like a screw tightened into a nut, his elderly and frail body couldn't withstand his wife's struggles. Fortunately, this
position allowed him to occupy a higher position. The way his wife's hands were handcuffed and the stirrups hanging from her waist allowed him to use all four limbs,
clinging to his wife like a sloth.

His wife desperately wanted to straighten up, put her heels on the ground, or even cut off her own hands to make the old man leave
her body, but as a sex slave, she couldn't. She couldn't even turn around to give the old man a threatening warning look. The
outcome of this battle had been foreshadowed when the position was invented. With the dean's ingenious design,
even a weak man had the upper hand against a powerful sex slave.

Secretary Zhang also sensed the unique insights into sadomasochism hidden in the dean's ingenious design. This was just
the dean 's design; a lewd smile crept onto his lips. His trap was about to succeed.

"Huh? What? What did you do?"

The struggling wife felt as if something had been placed inside her body. A hairy thing followed
Secretary Zhang 's thick penis and entered her body, scratching her vagina and making it very itchy. She felt uncomfortable from the scratching and tried
to straighten up to see what was happening. She tried to get up, but was immediately pulled back by the horse's tether. All of this was seen by Secretary Zhang and
the dean . "Hehe, Old Zhang came prepared today."

The dean had seen it all. Logically speaking, the stable boy should have been able to hold on for a long time. It was uncertain who would last longer,
but Secretary Zhang's trickery had tipped the scales in his favor. He was indeed cunning.

The dean thought to himself, but smiled and flattered Secretary Zhang. "That's right, I love conquering powerful things
. Your beloved horse is going to be conquered by me, Old Zhong."

Secretary Zhang replied smugly. "Hehe, whatever you want."

The dean said.

What exactly was it that Secretary Zhang let in? The hairy column scraped against every
fold and spiral of the mare's vagina. The wife was unbearably itchy, arching her back to try and get the penis to go deeper,
scratching herself while trying to straighten up to see what was being inserted. But each time
she tried to straighten up, the horse's harness held her firmly, forcing her to bend over again. The combined effect caused
the chain around the mare's neck to tighten with each thrust, the clanking of the chain blending with the rider's stirrups
like a beautiful percussion piece. The mare's waist swayed violently up and down from the pain in her neck and buttocks, while
her buttocks and vagina, due to the same ultimate result, thrust backward forcefully. Her labia majora and the exposed
flesh of her vagina began to writhe, wanting the rider's spear to penetrate even deeper.

"Impressive, I admire you!"

The dean applauded Secretary Zhang, and the surrounding people also turned their attention to him. "Well done!"

No one had ever seen a wife so quickly aroused by someone other than the dean; it seemed that conquering
the thoroughbred was within reach.

"Hehe, I usually have my driver wear gloves, it's hygienic and high-end, and of course, I do
the same when I'm behind the wheel. Hmm... I'll definitely make your beloved horse fall into depravity and lose its way! How about it, Lao Zhong, am I amazing?"

Secretary Zhang boasted to the dean while vigorously thrusting.

"Yes, what we're inserting is a knight's lance. And what you, boss, is an enchanted lance that's been blessed

." The bald man next to him didn't forget to flatter even while he was being penetrated.

"It's so itchy, so uncomfortable," my wife thought, feeling like she'd fallen into a trap. The knight
's lance on her back, though small, was, as he'd said, incredibly itchy around her
vagina She tried to relieve the itch by cooperating with his penetration, but the more he penetrated
, the more hair entered, the larger the area scratched, and the itchier the area became. She could only frantically shake her hips, sticking
out her buttocks and thrusting her vulva. The more it itched, the more she scratched, and the more she scratched, the itchier it became. She didn't know when she'd reached her limit; her breasts were
painfully swollen, two small, bean-like nipples already protruding from her large breasts, like a small boat on a vast ocean,
struggling to become erect, hoping someone would see them, hoping someone would caress them. "Ugh, itchy, inside
, it's so hot inside, ah... ah... so good."

She could only violently heave her hips up and down, swinging her breasts, trying to relieve the pain, and shaking her
buttocks to allow the glans to reach different angles.

It's so uncomfortable, so awful. What kind of evil thing is this that makes me so itchy? This thing isn't
an aphrodisiac, but it's worse than one. Especially today's lewd sexual position, where I'm being penetrated without even
realizing it. It's truly despicable.

"Ugh, it itches, it's so itchy inside... Ugh, so good... itchy..."

The wife also noticed that her body felt different today because of the hair in her vagina. She wished she could spread
her legs , open her beautiful vagina, and suck the devil on her back into her body.

The mare neighed fiercely as the enchanted, corrupted spear, inserted into her delicate vulva, relentlessly corroded her
body. The magic flowed rapidly from her vulva to every part of her body, turning the itch in her vagina into a frenzied itch throughout her entire being. The mare
instinctively struggled, her curious mind causing her long, white neck to ache with each thrust. Her hips swayed up and down, paying
the price for her curiosity by raising her tender vulva even higher. Despite being repeatedly humiliated, the mare seemed unforgettable,
determined to see for herself, lest she die with regrets. At the same time, her hips swayed back and forth, trying to alleviate
the pain of being penetrated in her tight vulva. Her buttocks shook violently, trying to let the spear relieve the itch, but the more the spear pierced
, the larger the area of itching became. Her two large, full bellies
circled as if dancing to please, drawing the attention of the rider on her back.

As the pain intensified, the mare's movements became increasingly violent. With her remaining rationality, she fantasized that her
violently heaving hips would raise her beautiful vulva higher, causing the ugly penis to fall out, or that her
swaying hips would fling the man's penis out. She didn't ask the rider to spare her; she only wanted to see the mystery of the
insertion , to see how the spear was enchanted, so she could die in peace.

The spear's corrosive influence corrupted her mind; she clearly didn't realize that the stirrups around her waist
and the bridles made of her hands provided the rider with leverage, rendering her struggles and hopes futile.

The wife's frantic, thrashing body—was it curiosity? Resistance? Or cooperation? She
couldn't tell, but her movements made her appear truly like a wild horse being tamed.

Secretary Zhang felt her violent swaying. To maintain his balance, he sometimes lay on the mare's peach-like pink
rump, sometimes slapped her hindquarters, threatening and insulting her to make her behave.

"Come on, Secretary!"

"Hold on tight, this horse is really fierce."

The people around watched his wife struggle like a madwoman because of the discomfort, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Secretary Zhang on his back
. However, they also admired him from the bottom of their hearts for doing it so perfectly. In just a few minutes, he
had aroused his wife's sexual desire, and she was struggling and moaning incessantly.

Secretary Zhang felt his strength waning. With the mare in control, it was uncertain who would win.
If he lost his grip and fell, he'd be embarrassed in front of his subordinates. While enjoying the mare's frenzied
advances, he leisurely analyzed the situation. He had to admit, this was indeed a good horse, especially her wildly beautiful vulva. Her
labia majora were naturally open in welcome, and her labia minora were slightly parted for easy penetration. Her vulva moved back and forth with his hips,
increasing his pleasure. It mysteriously sucked his penis in, the force almost drawing him in
. Without the momentum of her swaying, his weak strength might not even be able to pull his penis out a
little .

Yes, momentum. A knight shouldn't be controlled by the horse, but rather control it, using the horse's power to tame it—
that's how man and horse become one.

Thinking of this, Secretary Zhang stepped hard on the stirrups. Whenever the mare thrust her beautiful vulva forward, he would move the stirrups
backward and his waist forward to increase his sensation, ensuring that there was no gap between his penis and the vulva. When the vulva was about to thrust forward,
he also move the stirrups forward, holding his wife's hands tightly, so that his penis could rub against the mare's force and get
a little bit out.

The friction of the penis, accompanied by the penetration of the glans, lessened the itching sensation inside the wife's beautiful vagina somewhat. However
, this didn't last long. With the friction, the stimulation of the soft hairs inside her vagina became dynamic. At first, she could clearly
know where the itch was, but now the soft hairs inside stretched and extended with the friction, stimulating a larger area.
She didn't even know which part was itchy anymore. "Itchy, oh, God, please save me, umm, umm... Master
, let him go, you come and fuck me to death, ah! Oh, I'm so angry, umm... I want to suck this dwarf into
my body."

The wife was overwhelmed by the itch and unconsciously uttered some things she shouldn't have said.

Secretary Zhang's actions at least prevented him from being thrown off, which he was very satisfied with. As if he had mastered the trick
, he smugly stared at the stirrups, not using them to clamp his wife's peach-like buttocks.

Suddenly, he heard someone call him a dwarf, and he got quite angry. He took his hand and slapped his wife's buttocks several times,
leaving several bright red handprints on her peach-like buttocks.

"Who are you calling a dwarf? You dare insult me! You dare insult me! Who are you calling a dwarf?"

The people around were secretly laughing, pretending not to hear. The dean took a small, wet leather whip and handed it to
Secretary Zhang, saying, "Don't mind her. This slut has only been with me for less than two months. If she offended you
, please forgive her. This lowly slave insulted Old Zhang, and that punishment is worse than insulting me. Using my hand hurts, but this
wet whip will surely leave her skin torn and begging for mercy."

Then he slapped his wife's head and cursed, "You slut, what have I been teaching you? Apologize now!"

"Ugh... Master, I'm sorry, this lowly slave deserves to die, this lowly slave deserves to die. You are your guest, and also my
master. Please control me, conquer me! This lowly slave will never dare again, this lowly slave longs for your conquest."

The wife shed a few tears from the slaps, feeling some pain. The itching in her vagina hadn't
lessened at all because of the earlier incident; instead, the pain from the slaps on her buttocks briefly took over
her mind, giving her a few seconds of slight relief.

Using all her intelligence, clouded by desire, the wife quickly organized her thoughts, hoping the dwarf behind her
would continue to ravage her.

"Hehe, a dwarf? Even a dwarf will conquer this big, horny horse of yours. Wait until you're lying
there , completely subdued, then you can cry obediently. Want to suck me into your body? I'd love to! Let me see how much your little mouth can
suck."

Secretary Zhang felt there was no point in pursuing the matter further. He was mainly there to fuck, and arguing with a disobedient female slave was pointless
and would only make him seem petty. Besides, he found female slaves with a bit of resistance even more enjoyable. Her
resistance meant she wasn't completely conquered. Bringing her to orgasm, conquering her to the brink of ecstasy, would be
helping Old Zhong and show off his own power.

"Haha, yes, keep sucking!"

"Her little mouth is so eager for the Secretary's spear!"

"Your little mouth has so much saliva, suck all of us in!"

The people around stopped and cheered, slowly fucking their own mares while
encouraging .

"Snap!"

Secretary Zhang's foot slammed into his wife's buttocks in the stirrups, his back arched, and he continued thrusting. He held his wife
's hand in one hand and began lashing her back with the whip in the other.

"Ah..." His wife felt as if a gash had been cut into her back; the pain was far more intense

than the slaps to her buttocks . "Ugh, so tight! Suck it, suck it!" His wife tried to soothe her injured back with her hands, but they were cuffed, making instinctively contracted, especially her open vagina, which tightened so much that there was no gap between her anus and vagina. The filling inside her vagina felt as if it were about to be snapped. Her uterus and vagina also instinctively contracted, forcefully sucking his penis inside. "Crack, crack..." Secretary Zhang kept whipping his wife's back, sometimes because of the insults she had just received, sometimes because her penis was clamped too tightly and he couldn't pull it out, and sometimes simply because of his sadistic desires. "Mmm, ah. No, it hurts, oh... itchy, it hurts... ah, good, good, amazing, ah, so good, so amazing." The mare's beautiful back and buttocks, as well as her handcuffed arms, were bruised from the whipping. The pain was excruciating, but it interrupted the itch that had been occupying her mind. Compared to the itch in her most delicate areas, she preferred the pain of being whipped in other areas. At this moment, the mare was like an addict to the whipping; the pain actually made her feel happy and comfortable. She had fallen in love with the whipping. The dean, standing to the side, watched. He knew that the sleazy dwarf's unintentional actions made it easier to conquer the stable boy, and all of this was within his expectations. Women's latent masochistic desires are innate , and the twelve women especially possessed immense latent masochistic desires. The whip was a traditional weapon of torture, and the stable boy had unknowingly come to love the feeling of being whipped, to love the feeling of being tortured. The mare swayed her peach-like plump buttocks, continuing to twist her waist. The pain of the whip lashing her body made her dodge and try to straighten her back, stroking it with her hands. The addition of the whipping perfected the superiority of this position. The pain of her shaved pubic hair being violently penetrated made her want to pull back her beautiful legs and pink vulva. Curiosity about the soft hair inside her vagina that made her itch made her want to turn her head to see what it was. The impulse to expel the soft hair caused her to pull back her peach-like plump buttocks and vulva. The mare crouched, the pain from the whipping on her back , and reached out to caress and protect it. All of this made her want to straighten her back, raise her head, and pull back her thighs and protruding vulva. But the black collar on her pink neck ruthlessly rejected all her attempts. The collar, the essence of the design, made every thought of the mare backfire. The rope on the collar acted against the mare, making her waist rise and fall, her head shake, her thighs spread wider, and her vulva protrude and open more. These movements intensified the four desires she had previously had. However, she no longer expected the itching in her lower body to stop. This wicked itch came from the dwarf's . She didn't know if his sinful penis could satisfy her lust, but it constantly fueled it. After accidentally saying the wrong thing earlier, she now had to be even more careful to protect this tiny, insect-like penis as it played with her vagina to arouse her. It was better to just get a few more lashes to give her some real pain. Whip, keep whipping! She didn't realize that this practical thought was a clear manifestation of masochism; in just a few days, she had spontaneously developed a craving for abuse. "So itchy, so itchy, ah, um..." "Smack!" "Ah, it hurts, it feels good, umm..." The wife's moans and groans, caused by the itching in her vagina and the pain in her back, constantly stimulated everyone present. The dean, observing his sweat-soaked wife and the effortlessly stroking Secretary Zhang on her back, realized that his wife's succumb was only a matter of time. Secretary Zhang felt all eyes were on him. He felt like a true knight, his feet in the stirrups, one hand gripping the whip, the other the reins, charging relentlessly with his lance. The mare, though healthy and strong, was being ravaged by the proud knight's skillful technique. He was using the mare's brute force to brutally penetrate her. "That 's the difference between you, you big-breasted, brainless animal, and me, a highly intelligent human!" Secretary Zhang roared . "Scream! Scream! Cry out your pain and pleasure!" The mare's groans and cries were his victory horns. He was about to tame these mares, twice his size. The horse race had been going on for almost an hour. Some of the young knights had already succumbed to the stimulation and ejaculated, but none of the mares had been conquered. They had all been told before the race to be patient, which wasn't particularly difficult for the Twelve Beauties, who were used to the master's enormous penis. It's like how it's easy to feel full after a large meal, but not so easy to eat snacks. Moreover, there were experienced milk slaves and butterfly slaves here; their worldly experience and endurance were unmatched by the other female slaves. But among the six mares, one was on the verge of collapse — the tallest, the wife. The stimulation in just one hour had been too intense; she had completely forgotten her master's advice to hold back her climax. "The horse slave wants to climax, come quickly, ah, I'm going to come!" the wife repeatedly cried out. She didn't want to endure it any longer; fainting immediately would be the best relief for her. She hated the iron chain around her neck. This short chain left her stuck in a limbo, enduring humiliation and torment. Now, she had to be careful about her swaying. Wearing boots without heels, she could barely maintain her balance as she swayed instinctively, and she also had to prevent the dwarf behind her from falling. After saying the wrong thing, even struggling had to be done carefully. She couldn't resist too violently. The most delicate parts of her body were being stung by the both pain and itching. She desperately wanted to scratch but couldn't. She just wanted to kill the dwarf who was stinging her , but now she couldn't kill him. She also had to cooperate with him stinging her tender vulva, trying not to hinder him with her resistance. She couldn't take it anymore. "Give me a good orgasm so I can get rid of all this!" the wife silently cried out in her heart. But could this lowly dwarf on her back really give her an orgasm? The dwarf had a penis as ugly as his face—neither long nor thick. Even after being inserted for so long, it hadn't swelled at all. The friction of the soft pubic hair was making her tender vagina itch unbearably, and her lonely womb was sending out commands.

Her soft vulva was already wide open. Sometimes, the swaying of her waist and the suction of her vagina could
pull his two testicles in. How could she possibly reach orgasm? "Smack!"

"Ah..."

There was a hint of coquetry in her wife's painful cry. She was craving whipping. Whip me, keep whipping me,
more , kill me, it would be best if you cut off my neck, then I could be free from this evil chain.

"Mmm, ugh,"

the pain from the whipping briefly relieved the itching and emptiness, but it quickly returned. The whipping
pain not only made her legs spread wider and shake more violently, but the instinctive contractions of her tender vagina and anus due to
the pain intensified the itching. The filled hole was about to crush Secretary Zhang's little worm,
and her clitoris was shamefully erect. Throughout the entire competition, no one noticed it; it seemed to be protesting. Her two large, swaying
breasts danced tirelessly for an hour, only to be met with more swelling, pain, and itching. From
the start until now, the emptiness inside her vagina, with nothing to grasp, made her feel as if she had been thrown off a cliff. If it could
penetrate deeper, she would surely soar to the sky and then land safely.

Alas, it's a pity that this little worm is so uncooperative. Now, there are only two ways to escape: either
the dwarf whips her to death, or she sucks this dwarf in. Her wife's complaining and naive thoughts
made her feel a little amused in her pain.

Secretary Zhang also noticed that the whipping was making the mare's vagina tighter and tighter. At this rate, he was about to ejaculate. Fortunately,
ejaculation wasn't a loss. Secretary Zhang looked at his wife's hourglass figure, her peach right in front of him. The mare's head was lowered
, her dark brown hair scattered in front, obscuring her beautiful face. After a few more lashes, the mare
raised her head and let out a few more alluring moans. Her lovely anus contracted with each lash, and her vagina
sucked with each thrust. What a good piece of meat! So stimulating! He couldn't hold back any longer. He'd just have to go for it.
Secretary Zhang threw away the whip, grabbed the large peach in front of him, and with a simultaneous thrust of the stirrups and his waist, forcefully inserted the spear into
her vagina. The pink vagina happily gripped the little worm that had been teasing him for an hour, hoping to bring
some surprises.

His wife continued to sway her hips. Secretary Zhang, straddling the white horse, pressed his penis against its large buttocks.
His hands naturally reached around to the front of the horse, touching its enormous breasts, which resembled hanging bells with K-cup bras.
The breasts, seemed to be electrocuted, swelling up like two basketballs, swaying shamefully and lewdly. "Mmm, so soft, such big
breasts. So exciting,"

Secretary Zhang praised, while casually kneading them. "Don't underestimate me just because I'm short. I grab the breasts first when I fuck a cunt."

He used his small hands to grab his wife's slightly drooping breasts, kneading and pushing them upwards like dough. This
casual action... But he had grasped another weakness of his wife's. The breath that had been gathering in her chest was making her breasts swell and itch.
At this moment, a pair of withered little hands reached out from behind, sometimes pulling her snow-white breasts backward to maintain balance,
sometimes pressing them upward, and sometimes pulling them downward like milking a cow. This ravaging play made his wife feel a little pain.
The breath that had gathered in her chest seemed to be crushed by the withered little hands, scattering to all parts of her body. Her whole body began
to tingle, especially the two erect little yellow beans on her snow-white breasts. "If I could touch them, I might
have an orgasm," his wife cried out in her heart.

Secretary Zhang seemed to hear the call of the white horse. His hands traced circles along her breasts perfectly,
finding the two protruding little yellow beans, and pinched them hard.

"Ah..."

Her whole body felt as if she had been electrocuted. The numb parts were filled with a sense of satisfaction. His wife threw her head back and
cried out a happy moan. She tried even harder to accommodate the dean's penetration, thrusting her chest forward and rubbing her breasts

with her withered little hands . "Ah, so good, ahh..." Her wife's soft breasts were being kneaded by Secretary Zhang. His penis was suddenly squeezed by his wife, and Secretary Zhang couldn't hold back any longer. He lay on his wife's back, licking beautiful back covered in whip marks while ravaging the white horse's large breasts and playing with her small nipples, all the while thrusting his hips and legs rapidly. Under the multiple stimulations, her beautiful cunt was hot and wet, tightly wrapping around his spear. Her vaginal fluid washed over his glans, and there was a strong suction force inside . After a dozen or so rapid thrusts, Secretary Zhang ejaculated. "Drink!" he roared, his two quail egg-sized testicles pressing against the outside of the mare's beautiful cunt. A swollen little worm trembled, scattering its semen into his wife's tender cunt. "Ah...ah..." The wife also cried out in unrestrained lust, the tingling sensation in her breasts and the electric shock in her nipples spreading throughout her body, as if an electric shocker was thoroughly energizing her from head to toe. Secretary Zhang's large belly contracted rhythmically, and the little worm in his lower body wriggled rhythmically, spraying sticky fluid towards the flower core. Two greedy claws ravaged the snow-white breasts, as if trying to crush the mare's nipples. "Ah, I'm coming, I'm going to come, the mare begs for orgasm. Ah ah..." The wife struggled to tilt her head back, the pain masking the itching, while the tingling electric shock... Overcome by the pain, the whip marks on her back seemed to disappear. The beautiful white horse, dazed by the electric pleasure emanating from her nipples, was delirious. Her broad, snow-white shoulders trembled, her hands cupping her waist from behind. Her back, waist, and buttocks heaved violently like waves of a tsunami. Her breasts swelled like basketballs with each movement, her hands drenched in sweat, and her thirsty body sucked at the viscous fluid. Just as she was about to reach her climax, Secretary Zhang, as if possessed, ran one hand down his wife 's abdomen to between her legs, finding her erect clitoris and squeezing it hard. "Ah!" His wife let out a wide-open cry, then was overwhelmed by pleasure and unable to speak. Her legs convulsed weakly, her whole body contracting in tension. "Ding-dong!" The horse's harness sounded an alarm and flashed a red light, indicating that his wife had climaxed, and both rider and white horse had reached climax together. The surrounding crowd cheered. The wife convulsed weakly, her conquered body wanting to collapse, but the horse's tether held her back, forcing her to stand weakly. The director unlocked the chain from her neck ring. The wife helplessly laid down her proud knight, a tear streaming from her eye—was it excitement, emotion, relief , or sorrow? After resting for a moment, Secretary Zhang proudly stroked the dying mare lying on the ground, caressing her...

The mare's buttocks, tinged with red from her pure white coat, had been serving the dwarf in the same riding posture,
exhausting her strength. Secretary Zhang boasted, "With effort, nothing is impossible."

What an inspiring teaching!

The dean looked at the three sheep-eye rings on Secretary Zhang's penis, then at his wife on the ground, completely conquered.
He thought to himself that even as she was conquered, she hadn't seen clearly what was causing her vaginal itch;
she must have died with regrets.

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