June Collection: Wife Forces Husband to Become a Pure M (Complete) Author: Unknown

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"Xiaomei, have you seen the letter I wrote? I'm passing by the post office today and want to mail it." Su Mei closed her book, looked up, and said, "Mingda, don't you remember? You mailed that letter the day before yesterday." Mingda asked doubtfully, "Really? Are you sure?" "Of course, think carefully. That day, after we went to look at furniture together, you went to the post office on the way home." Mingda slumped onto the sofa, rubbing his cheeks vigorously, and said, "Xiaomei, I don't know what's wrong, but lately my memory has been getting worse and worse. Often, for a second or two, my mind goes completely blank, and I don't even know where I am, like I'm possessed."

Su Mei put down her book, walked to Mingda's side, gently stroked his neck, and said with concern, "Then go see a doctor, okay? Your memory might be starting to decline."

Mingda is 50 years old this year. After years of hard work, he has achieved unprecedented success in his career, and his personal assets now exceed 100 million yuan.

He often thought he was the luckiest guy in the world, to have married such a young and beautiful wife as Su Mei, who was 23 years old and worked as a model for an advertising company.

Mingda had always been in excellent health; at 175cm tall and consistently weighing around 75kg, he always had inexhaustible energy, just like he did 30 years ago on the university sports field. But now…

A few days later, Mingda nervously walked into a hospital renowned for its disease diagnosis. The hospital used all its most advanced testing methods to conduct a thorough examination of Mingda's body, but found nothing wrong. Finally, the dejected experts could only advise Mingda that he was probably under too much work pressure and suggested he take a long vacation to relax.

In fact, the reason the medical experts couldn't find anything wrong with Mingda was because two days before his hospital visit, Su Mei had stopped adding an amber-colored liquid to his daily coffee. Now, she had resumed adding this terrible liquid, and doubled the dosage!
When Mingda's condition worsened, Su Mei suggested they take the doctor's advice and go on a long vacation. She told her "husband" that a college classmate of hers had encountered similar problems to Mingda, but had fully recovered after two weeks of treatment and recuperation at a scenic sanatorium, and suggested Mingda try it too.

Initially, Mingda was dismissive, saying he didn't need to see a so-called psychiatrist who might be even more insane than his "patient." Su Mei simply smiled faintly and remained silent.

Some time later, Mingda's condition deteriorated further. In despair, he remembered the sanatorium Su Mei had mentioned and asked her for its location.

One morning a week later, Mingda left home carrying the suitcase Su Mei had prepared beforehand. It was a small, exquisitely crafted dark purple suitcase, feeling quite heavy in his hands. As he walked, Mingda thought to himself, "Women are like that; they always like to bring a bunch of things they never need." He put the suitcase in the trunk of his car, then got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and waited for Su Mei to arrive.

Several minutes later, Su Mei came out. She wore a silver-gray, low-cut silk t-shirt that perfectly showcased her alabaster-white skin. Light blue jeans clung tightly to her long, slender legs, and she wore black suede high heels. This made her, who was already 170cm tall, even taller than Mingda. Gazing at his wife's beautiful and proud figure from afar, Mingda felt a strange sense of inferiority he had never experienced before.

Su Mei walked straight to the driver's seat, opened the door, and deftly twisted her waist and bent down, nudging Mingda with her ample buttocks. She said, "Go, sit in the passenger seat. You're not familiar with the roads and you're not feeling well, so I'll drive."

With that, she shoved a plastic bag she was carrying into Mingda's hand.

Mingda was touched by Su Mei's words. He thought to himself, "My wife is so thoughtful. If I had listened to her earlier, I might be cured by now.

" Mingda got up and moved to the passenger seat, fiddling with the translucent plastic bag. He noticed a delicate cardboard box inside, something he seemed to have seen somewhere before, but couldn't quite place. He asked, "Xiao Mei, what's in here?"

"Oh, it's the high heels you gave me for my birthday last year,"

Su Mei said.

Mingda opened the box. Inside was a pair of simple yet elegant high heels. The pointed heels were about seven or eight centimeters high, and the shoes were entirely black with silver stripes inlaid near the opening on the instep. A delicate chain made of a row of small silver beads served as the shoe's laces.

Mingda remembered that on Su Mei's birthday last year, the two of them went shopping together. Su Mei immediately took a liking to these shoes, saying she loved the style, so Mingda bought them for her for over a thousand yuan.

He remembered that when they tried on the shoes in the mall that day, Su Mei had playfully asked Mingda to put them on for her, but out of politeness, Mingda hadn't done so.

"Why are you bringing them?"

Mingda asked, puzzled.

Su Mei wasn't in a hurry to start the car. She stretched out her right foot, clad in high heels, and lightly tapped the accelerator with her toes to familiarize herself with the car.

"You'll see when the time comes,"

Su Mei said, turning her head and giving Mingda a charming smile.

After speaking, she released her right foot, pressed the clutch with her left, engaged the gear, and started the car.

Under Su Mei's guidance, the car smoothly drove towards their destination. Mingda leaned against the window, watching the familiar scenery outside silently recede into the distance, his heart sinking lower and lower.

When the car passed through a path lined with pine and cypress trees and arrived at a building that looked more like a large hunting ground than a hospital, Mingda's mood improved considerably. He thought, "This isn't too bad, just a little far from the city."

Su Mei stopped the car and silently sighed. Perhaps due to the fatigue of driving, a faint blush rose to her cheeks. "Yes, this is truly a rare find! This is the end of your world!" she thought to herself.

In the spacious and comfortable office of the sanatorium, the attending physician, Li Xiujuan, received the Mingda couple.

After listening to Mingda's description of his condition, the beautiful female doctor, who looked to be in her thirties, comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, Mingda. You've come to the right place. I'm glad your wife heard about us; we are experts in this field." She

then pressed a button on the wall, and a moment later, a young and charming nurse swayed gracefully into the office.

She smiled slightly at Mingda, then stood with her back to him in front of Li Xiujuan, awaiting her instructions. Every now and then, her full buttocks, tightly encased in a white, tight-fitting miniskirt, swayed restlessly. On her feet were a pair of knee-high white goatskin boots, clinging tightly to her shapely calves, making Mingda somewhat distracted. He thought to himself, "I've really come to the right place today!"
"Please come with me, Mingda. We need to do some routine checks; it won't take long. Then I'll settle you in,"

the nurse said sweetly, turning to Mingda before leading him out of the office.

Li Xiujuan gave Su Mei a knowing smile and said, "Oh, your husband is so handsome, I almost feel a little sorry for him."
"Really?"

Su Mei responded coquettishly, then walked to Li Xiujuan's large, high-backed leather swivel chair, plopped down, took out a slender women's cigarette from her purse, lit it, took a deep drag, and said while gently wiggling her toes, which were propped up high on the desk, "I'm exhausted! It's been so long since I've driven this far! Ah, that thing is really amazing, it really works just like you said. I'm so glad I met you at that masquerade ball."

Li Xiujuan walked to Su Mei's side, ran her hand through Su Mei's hair that fell over her shoulders, and said, "That's a great place for me to attract business, and I have similar places in several other cities."

"Are you sure it will continue to work? I've put in a lot of effort. Look, to enhance its effect, I haven't changed my stockings for two days."

Su Mei sniffed, complaining with a half-smile.

Li Xiujuan crossed her arms and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, my beauty, the success rate is over 95%.

I'm very careful in choosing patients. An older man and a young, beautiful wife are always my most worthwhile targets. If the older man is completely loyal to his wife and has a strong sex drive, the results are ideal. Even more interestingly, if the man happens to be very chauvinistic and values his social standing, it's practically a piece of cake.

However, occasionally there are failures, because their ego is too strong, like a thick layer of armor that can't be put back together after being destroyed."

Su Mei listened quietly, her eyes filled with curiosity and longing. "So, what will their final fate be?"

she asked thoughtfully.

"Then there's no better way,"

Li Xiujuan said. "For some people, I usually inject them with an overdose of psychedelic drugs, and use psychological manipulation to eventually drive them into complete mental derangement. They're still with me now. Most of their wives don't want to see them anymore, but it doesn't matter to them anymore. They've all developed autism and don't react to anything outside of themselves. Basically, no one knows what they're thinking. However, based on my professional experience, I judge that they're not suffering internally."

"I don't want Mingda to become like that. Yes, I want everything he has now, but I have feelings for him. He's very good to me, and he's great in bed.

The moment I stepped out of university, I secretly resolved to make something of myself, but you know how difficult that is for a woman. Don't be fooled

by Mingda's business acumen; deep down, he's a stubborn, inflexible person. Even now, he still believes that women should stay at home and do housework, and he keeps urging me to get pregnant with his child, which is the last thing I want to think about.

Also, I'm a sadist. Just thinking about a man licking my smelly feet like a dog makes me wet."

As she said this, Su Mei gracefully turned her leather chair, put her legs down from the edge of the table, crossed them, and gently wiggled one foot on the tip of her high heel, her round and delicate heel occasionally slipping out of the shoe, appearing and disappearing.

Li Xiujuan lowered her head slightly, her gaze fixed on Su Mei's delicate feet trembling slightly at the bottom of her jeans. She said, "My God, they're so captivating! Let me kiss them a couple of times."

Su Mei ignored Li Xiujuan's teasing and continued to immerse herself in her own thoughts. "What's worse is that I have homosexual tendencies. If Mingda knew, he would be furious. I don't want to spend the rest of my life secretly doing that kind of thing. After I met Tingting, this desire became even stronger. I want her to move in with Mingda and me."

"I don't see what the problem is. Remember that lawyer I mentioned to you before? He's been my loyal dog for a long time. He'll help you. Bring the documents he gave you tomorrow night."
As Su Mei listened, she casually twirled her toes. Before she knew it, her high heel slipped off her toes and fell to the floor with a soft "click." A cool, pleasurable sensation traveled from the soles of her feet to her central nervous system. She leaned forward from the leather chair, bending her foot, encased in flesh-colored stockings, onto the thigh of her other leg. The wet toes of the stockings clung tightly to her beautiful feet, adding to their alluring texture.

Su Mei wiggled her toes contentedly, then reached out and tugged at the toe of her sock a few times. A faint sour smell immediately filled her nostrils. Suddenly, perhaps realizing her lapse in decorum, Su Mei's face flushed slightly. She quickly stood up from her chair, put her high heel back on, and picked up where Li Xiujuan left off, saying, "Well, I'm a novice in this area. Will Mingda sign it? Isn't it a bit too fast?" "

It is a bit fast, but if you're ruthless enough, you can quickly tame him. Remember, you must be cold and heartless; that's the most important thing, Su Mei."

Su Mei tossed her hair and smiled, saying, "That sounds quite interesting."

The nurse led Mingda into a small examination room.

If Mingda were clear-headed enough, he might have noticed some flaws, but at this moment, his attention was completely drawn to the nurse's sexy, restless, swaying buttocks, so much so that he didn't notice that there was another heavy iron door in the small room.

"I'm going to do a urine test on you in a bit. Here, Mingda, drink this first. It will help me understand your kidney function. How is it? Not bad, right? Okay, now go behind the screen, take off your clothes, put on this robe, and then lie down on this table,"

the nurse instructed Mingda.

"What kind of stuff are you giving me to drink? Are you trying to knock me out?"

Mingda said from behind the screen.

"Some people do have this reaction, but it will pass quickly. Trust me, Mingda."

Mingda came out from behind the screen, looking as if he had lost his balance, swaying unsteadily. Finally, with the nurse's help, he lay down on the table.

The nurse's warm fragrance wafted into Mingda's nostrils from time to time. Suddenly, he felt drowsy. To stay awake, he forced his eyes open and shook his head from side to side. At this moment, he noticed that the nurse had already tied a wide leather belt around his chest.

"What are you doing?"

Mingda mumbled drunkenly.

"You're too unstable, I'm afraid you'll fall off the table,"

the nurse said, binding Mingda's thigh with another belt.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Mingda roared when he suddenly felt the cold steel on his right wrist, trying to pull his arm out of the belt, but found himself weak and feeble. The nurse easily subdued him and secured his left wrist as well. By the time she finished, Mingda had fallen into a deep sleep.
The nurse lifted Mingda's robe, pulled up his shrunken penis, touched the two large penises, then walked to the telephone on the wall, picked up the receiver, and said, "He's sleeping like a baby now, doctor."

After saying that, she pushed the table toward the iron door, took out the key, opened the door, pushed Mingda inside, and with a muffled bang, the iron door closed again, and Mingda's nightmare began.

Nurse Xiaoli walked into Li Xiujuan's office. She took the coffee Li Xiujuan handed her, took a sip, and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow, his thing is huge! Much bigger than most people's!"

"Xiaoli, you're at it again, aren't you?"

Li Xiujuan said, feigning anger.

"Hehe, what can I say? I'm the expert in this area,"

Xiaoli said with a laugh.

"You have to be careful not to break it. Mingda's wife likes his big penis and knows how to use it,"

Li Xiujuan said.

"Damn it! I hope she's a lesbian, like that Tian Fei's wife last time,"

Xiaoli pouted.

"It's not that I don't want you to touch his penis, but you have to make sure it can work again after you've had your way with it.
I'm thinking of performing a vasectomy on him, and this is your perfect opportunity. But you have to be careful not to end up like that poor old Tian Fei, completely castrated by you,"

Li Xiujuan warned.

"Okay, I understand,"

Xiaoli said, her sorrow turning to joy.

"Time is of the essence. Go and call Xueqian and Meimei. We need to get Mingda to submit before his wife arrives tomorrow night. Also, remember to give him the subcutaneous injection before you leave tonight. I'll have the on-duty nurse give him another injection at four in the morning,"

Li Xiujuan instructed.

"Oh, great!"

Xiaoli exclaimed shrilly. "That's your witch-like creation! What exactly is in there?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret, right?"

Li Xiujuan smiled smugly, paused for a moment, and said, "To tell you the truth, his wife is indeed a lesbian."

"Oh!"

Xiaoli became even more excited. "Really? She's so beautiful, that face, that figure!"

"Of course, that's how we met,"

Li Xiujuan said.

"Ha, I should have thought of that sooner!"

With that, Xiaoli walked out briskly.

Li Xiujuan sat quietly in her large leather chair, and the unpleasant experiences of the past played out in her mind like a movie.

When she was an intern, the male professors at the medical school treated her like a prostitute with only a little education. It was then that she began her exploration.

She returned to psychiatry, focusing on research into psychotropic drugs. Occasionally, she would have the opportunity to experiment on her concocted "cocktails" on inmates who had committed crimes due to mental instability. Gradually, she discovered that high-intensity, comprehensive treatments on these men could yield unexpected results, and among the many factors, their libido played a crucial role.

Not all men would become submissive slaves; they had to be sexually active, intelligent, and strong. Furthermore, if they were also a devoted man, hopelessly in love with his woman (who might become his future mistress), the effect would be even more ideal.

Taming a complete stranger into a slave would be much more difficult, but Li Xiujuan was working towards that goal. If she could get more men for her experiments, she believed she would succeed.
Currently, two poor men were locked in her basement, "honored" to become her test subjects.

The next morning, around six o'clock, Mingda woke up, still tightly strapped to the table. He felt dizzy, like a hot balloon.

It was pitch black all around, and it took him several seconds to remember where he was. He tried to struggle against the straps binding him, but to no avail. "God!"

he cried out, "Why am I so weak, like a sick cat? I wonder what that bitch injected me with last night?"

He gave up and lay flat, panting from the small struggle. Then, as if a dark cloud had swept over his mind, he felt fear and anxiety, and in the pitch-black darkness, he involuntarily shivered.

Suddenly, the lights came on. Mingda vaguely saw a white figure standing there. His eyes gradually adjusted to the light, and he saw a tall, voluptuous nurse standing beside him. Her pretty face held more mockery than concern. "Mingda, you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Mingda's anger erupted. He first lashed out at the nurse, then hurled every insult he could think of at her, but to no avail. The nurse listened with a half-smile as she calmly and skillfully performed her tasks, taking Mingda's pulse, listening to his heartbeat, and measuring his blood pressure.

"You're doing very well, baby. It's time for breakfast. You need a lot of energy today; the upcoming treatment will be quite intense."

With that, the nurse left and returned shortly with a bottle of milk and several other items.

"Come on, be good, eat all of this. It's very nutritious. It breaks my heart to see you so weak and powerless. If you don't eat, I'll stick this tube in your nostril and send it directly into your stomach,"

the nurse hummed, playing with the syringe in her hand.

"No!"

Mingda shook his head firmly.

"You have to listen to me. It's really unpleasant, but I quite like the feeling of it coming in through your nostril. I can inject whatever I think is useful into your body whenever I want,"

the nurse said sternly.

Mingda asked where his wife was, but she avoided answering. She put on tight medical gloves and began injecting jelly-like food into the syringe. Mingda tried to move his head away, but she held on tightly.
"So disobedient, see how I deal with you!"

With that, the cruel nurse inserted the pointed plastic tube into Mingda's nostril and slowly pushed it in.

"If you keep swallowing, it will be a little more comfortable, but in any case, it will eventually reach your stomach."

This time, Mingda stopped resisting, and soon all the food in the tube was sent into his stomach. Then, she poured the liquid from the bottle into the tube again, repeating this several times until the tube was completely empty, before slowly pulling it out of Mingda's nose.

She patted Mingda's belly with her fair hand, teasingly saying, "Good boy, are you full now? Remember to keep sleeping. Oh, I almost forgot,"

she picked up a metal urinal in one hand and grabbed Mingda's penis with the other, "Come on, be good, pee a little. If you don't, you'll suffer again."

Mingda concentrated all his attention and barely managed to fill the urinal halfway. The nurse picked up the urinal, her eyes gleaming with wickedness. She grabbed Mingda's hair with one hand and held the urinal to his face with the other, laughing as she splashed the urine on his face. "Sleep, you pig,"

she said sweetly, then turned and left the room, locking the door and turning off the light.

Mingda tried hard to calm herself down, but couldn't. Around noon, the lights came on again, this time not with the nurse, but with two other young and beautiful girls.

Despite her current predicament, Mingda couldn't help but be startled, mistaking it for a glamorous lingerie show.

One of the girls, a voluptuous and shorter woman, wore a white bra, white thongs, and white, shimmering silk gloves. Black stockings perfectly accentuated her alluring leg curves, and she wore black pointed-toe high heels. The other girl, taller, wore a low-cut, strapless purple corset, revealing most of her cleavage. The hem of the corset was covered with a thin layer of black lace, suggestively displaying her bare underwear. She wore purple stockings and black open-toe high-heeled sandals.

Two girls walked gracefully towards Mingda. "Oh, Xueqian, look at this idiot! He peed all over himself! What a stinky beast!"

the shorter girl shrieked.

"Really? He really does look like a pig. Come on, let's wash him."

Xueqian chuckled.

Meimei and Xueqian chatted and laughed as they began to unbuckle Mingda's belt and handcuffs, seemingly unconcerned that he might resist.

When Xueqian released Mingda's right hand, he suddenly reached out his thick arm and grabbed her. Xueqian wasn't alarmed at all, letting Mingda hold her fair, delicate hand. She lowered her head, staring intently at Mingda, her beautiful eyes filled with contempt and mockery, as if she were scolding a stupid, mentally challenged person. Suddenly, she gave a slight shake of her arm, and Mingda's seemingly strong fingers released their grip weakly. "Useless trash!"

Xueqian mocked.

Mingda froze, never expecting his strength to become so weak. At that moment, Meimei untied Mingda's left hand, and the two of them together pulled Mingda up from the table. "Was she wrong, you idiot?"
Meimei scolded, and she slapped Mingda hard across the face with her white-gloved hand, then pushed him towards Xueqian. Xueqian grabbed Mingda and bent his hands behind his head, while Meimei punched Mingda hard in the stomach. As he bent over from the blows, she slapped his lips repeatedly.

Although Meimei's punches weren't heavy, they felt like blows to Mingda's heart. He was frustrated that he couldn't handle the two girls in front of him. He thought angrily, "Hmph, normally I would have thrown you two out like chicks!"

At this moment, the two girls dragged Mingda to the ground. Xueqian stretched out her foot and kicked Mingda's buttocks hard with her high heel. "Do you know what you did wrong? Do you want to be a good girl and listen to Mommy? Hmm?"

Xueqian scolded. Mingda bit his lip tightly and didn't say a word. Xueqian flipped him over, stretched her foot between his legs, and stepped hard on his penis. "Answer me! Otherwise, I'll crush your penis!"

"Okay, okay,"

Mingda groaned. He considered his situation and could only wait and see.
Mingda lay blankly in the bathtub, letting the two girls busy themselves on him. "Oh, look at that thing of his, hanging there like a mule's penis,"

Xueqian sneered.

"Yeah!"

Meimei added, "But look how soft it is. Two beauties of ours are standing in front of him, and it doesn't even react. Maybe he doesn't like women, is that right? You damn homosexual, you like men?"

"Oh, don't be fooled by its size, maybe he's still an underdeveloped little boy?"

Xueqian chuckled.

At this moment, Mingda couldn't hold back any longer. He jumped up and grabbed Xueqian. Seeing this, Meimei quickly used her high heels to stomp Mingda to the ground, while Xueqian kicked him hard in the ribs.

"He doesn't seem to have learned his lesson at all?"

"Yeah, he's not like a man,"

Meimei replied.

"Ha, you're right, he's not a man at all. Although he has a big penis and lots of hair, he fights like a woman. My cat is much stronger than him." "

Now that we know he can't fight, what use is he?"

After saying that, Meimei walked over and sat on Mingda's back. Meimei's sudden attack almost made Mingda fall to the ground, but he stubbornly raised his head, his elbows firmly supporting him on the floor, his lips trembling slightly with anger.

Meimei, lying on her side, reached under Mingda's buttocks and stroked his penis, saying, "Let me see what he can do. He must be of some use, right?"

Xueqian chuckled beside her, "Look at him, he's just a dog! Ha! I know, a dog's tongue is the most useful!"

"Great idea! Why didn't I think of that?"

Meimei said excitedly, "Come on, doggy, lick Mommy's high heels clean!"

With that, Meimei held the high heels to Mingda's mouth.

"Oh, Meimei, you're too rough. Let me go first."

Xueqian said with a laugh, then turned her back to Mingda, leaning against the edge of the table, lifting the hem of her bra to reveal her snow-white buttocks.

"Doggy, crawl over here and lick her buttocks!"

Meimei commanded, shooing Mingda off the floor with the tip of her shoe.

Mingda crawled with difficulty, the two round, perky mounds of flesh getting closer and closer to him. This made him think of Su Mei's alluring body and her past happy and respectable life, only to be subjected to such humiliation now. He wanted nothing more than to tear these two bitches apart with his own hands.

Finally, Mingda crawled to Xue Qian's feet. Xue Qian's legs were spread apart, swaying gently, gleaming faintly in her purple stockings, as if patiently beckoning her hopeless lover. The sharp heels on her feet, however, felt like two daggers piercing Mingda's heart.

Mingda hesitated, wondering whether to obediently comply, when suddenly he felt a sharp, piercing pain in his buttocks. Meimei had shoved the sharp tip of her shoe into his anus. "You damn bitch!"
Mingda cursed, "You'll be in hell sooner or later!"

"Hell? Me? That's hilarious! I wonder who's wailing here. I heard Satan is a woman,"
Meimei mocked. She walked to the cupboard, took out a thin stun gun, and with a wicked grin, pressed the switch on the handle. The black, pointed rod seemed to come alive instantly, writhing and buzzing like an enraged rattlesnake.

She put her white gloves back on, stretched her fingers back and forth a few times, and said with a seductive smile to Mingda, who was crawling at her feet, "How is it, sexy?"

After saying that, she grasped the black rod, bent down, and stabbed Mingda all over his body. Mingda rolled around on the rubber floor like a madman, trembling and howling. He reached out in vain to try to grab the evil black rod, while Mei Mei giggled and dodged nimbly. She would occasionally kick Mingda with her sharp high heels or stomp on his hands. This torture seemed to last for a century before it finally stopped. Mingda lay on the floor, panting and groaning.

Meanwhile, Meimei was also panting heavily. She adjusted her bra, kicked Mingda again, and said, "Now you know what's good for you, you old dog! You're such an ungrateful wretch. Actually, I'm jealous of you. She never lets me touch her there."

"That's because you bit me, you crazy cat!"

Xueqian giggled. "Hurry up, doggy! Otherwise, I'll make her shove that black rod into your #hole!"
Mingda straightened up from his knees. "They're fucking crazy,"

he thought. "Relax, it's not a big deal. They're not asking you to cut off your arms. Save your strength. They'll be sorry when Su Mei finds out."

Mingda didn't know that this was just a small step towards hell. His armor had only cracked slightly, but these women wanted to tear it completely open to find a naked, cowardly man.

He cupped Xueqian's snow-white buttocks, the delicate and smooth feeling between his fingers relaxing him a lot. He slowly brought his face closer.

Xueqian's bottom was very clean, which clearly showed that she was a tidy girl. Even so, when Mingda put his warm and moist tongue into that brownish-red spot, he still tasted a strange, astringent flavor. He felt his stomach churning and struggled to keep himself from vomiting.

Xueqian let out a soft "hmm," her body visibly trembling. She wriggled her hips forcefully, pressing Mingda's warm, moist tongue against her skin. Her voice trembled,

her unrestrained desire spreading across Mingda's tongue. Mingda

gradually entered the scene, diligently licking every nook and cranny, his tongue penetrating deeper and deeper, like biting into a delicious ice cream. At this moment, Meimei placed her white-gloved hand between Mingda's legs, skillfully stroking his penis. Despite the bizarre situation, Mingda... The penis began to stir restlessly, slowly hardening like a solid rock.

Meimei reached out her other hand and slapped Mingda's buttocks, laughing as she said, "That's good, doggy."

Xueqian twisted her body wildly, burying Mingda's tongue completely inside her dripping penis. "Oh, lick me, doggy, let me have my penis!"

she murmured incoherently. She was now on the verge of penetration, so much so that after a minute or two, she began to moan loudly. At this moment, Meimei increased the pressure, vigorously stroking Mingda's penis back and forth. He finally couldn't hold back any longer, shouting loudly as he ejaculated his thick, white semen several feet away.
Xueqian's face flushed with excitement, her lips parted slightly, and her half-naked breasts heaved violently. A strand of hair fell beside her ear, adding to her shy charm. "Oh, you damned beast!"

she suddenly shouted angrily. Mingda trembled in fright, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Xueqian sat on the table, stretched her open-toed high-heeled sandal foot to Mingda's mouth, and scolded, "Lick it clean, you pig!"

It turned out that two thick drops of penis fluid were stuck to her toes. Meimei, who was standing nearby, picked up the stun gun again and pointed it at Mingda's face. The low buzzing sound seemed to tear Mingda's eardrums apart. He obediently picked up Xueqian's foot and began to lick the filth off it.

Just then, a pair of slender legs in white flat shoes silently appeared in front of Mingda. It was the tall nurse who had walked in, holding two syringes. Mingda tried to crawl away in terror, but Xueqian and Meimei held him firmly. Accompanied by waves of burning pain, the terrible drug was injected deep into Mingda's body.

The girls left Mingda, who was curled up on the floor, and began to chat with great interest. They talked about the nurse's new workspace; the latest hairstyles; and all sorts of fashionable clothes. When they got excited, the tall nurse even unbuttoned her white coat to show them a black lace bra she had just bought. Finally, the girls took off their shoes one after another and stood next to Mingda's head, chattering as they tried them on.

Mingda could feel the terrifying liquid hissing as it rushed into every cell of his body. Only now did he feel his once-strong muscles slowly relaxing again. "God, they can keep me like this forever!"

Suddenly, this horrible thought flashed through Mingda's mind, and he couldn't help but sob softly. Hearing Mingda's cries, the nurse, who was squatting on the floor trying on shoes, stopped. She glanced at Mingda with slight surprise, then looked up and smiled knowingly at Meimei. Mingda had taken another step towards hell!

They gave Mingda another bath. After the bath, the nurse brought him a plate of food. "Eat up, you idiot! Otherwise, I'll have to use a syringe again!"

she commanded.

Mingda did as she instructed. It consisted of several dishes incorporating Li Xiujuan's inventions. They would witness how he endured the torment of this "venom," and for the rest of his life, his wife would give him low doses of this "venom" daily. Then, they strapped Mingda to the table. "We'll give you an even bigger surprise later!"

Xueqian said to Mingda with a smile. After saying this, they turned off the lights and left the room.

About two or three hours later, the lights came back on. They untied Mingda, allowing him to take a short walk to relax.

Then they led him into a smaller room with only two chairs: a wooden chair with straps securing his chest, abdomen, and ankles, to which Mingda was strapped; and a tall, comfortable black leather chair. They left Mingda alone there. About five minutes later, the door opened, and Mingda's wife, Su Mei, walked in!

Su Mei was dressed entirely in black today. A shimmering leather mini-skirt with a cinched waist made her look both alluring and seductive. Her long, slender legs were tightly encased in black stockings, exuding endless sexiness, while the gleaming black high heels on her feet seemed to proclaim her coldness. She walked gracefully towards Mingda like a queen.

(To be continued...)

Su Mei was dressed entirely in black today. A shimmering leather mini-skirt with a cinched waist made her look both alluring and seductive. Her long, slender legs were tightly encased in black stockings, exuding endless sexiness, while the gleaming black high heels on her feet seemed to proclaim her coldness. She walked gracefully towards Mingda like a queen.

"Xiao Mei, you're here!"

Mingda called out anxiously upon seeing his wife enter, struggling to break free from her restraints.

Su Mei walked up to Mingda, touched his stubble-covered face, then turned and pulled up the leather belt binding his chest, saying, "How are you feeling, Mingda?"

Su Mei's cold greeting shattered Mingda's hopes. He looked his wife up and down, her beauty almost heartbreaking, as if suddenly understanding something. "Xiao Mei, so you're in cahoots with them?"

Su Mei turned and sat down in the large leather chair, coldly saying, "You guessed right, Mingda. But to be precise, I'm the mastermind. It was all my idea."

"Why, Xiao Mei?"

Mingda's voice trembled.

Su Mei opened her purse and took out a document, saying, "This is a legal document. It will give me complete control over your real estate and bank accounts. You'd better sign it obediently."

"Don't even think about it! You bitch, even if they kill me!"

▲Looking into the distance, Mingda roared loudly.

"You're so cute, Mingda,"

Su Mei said with a sneer, "I wouldn't have the heart to kill you. You know how much I love you. You're like a cute little dog, but without proper training, this big dog of yours can be very naughty. You'll become my obedient dog, Mingda. Soon you'll discover how fun it is to follow my commands, fetch things for me, and lick my toes at my feet."

As all this was happening, Dr. Li Xiujuan was meticulously preparing for her "treatment."
She took a shower, sprayed some perfume on herself, and put on a thin latex bra with a small round hole in the center of each bra, around which a neat row of tiny rubber protrusions gripped her glans tightly. Then she put on flesh-colored latex panties with a thick rubber pad between her legs, also with a row of slightly thicker rubber protrusions that pressed tightly against her penis. Next, she put on a milky-white, thin dress that looked like a nurse's uniform, and then a thin black halter-shoulder leather apron with a large, scarlet cross on the front. Finally, she applied provocative, heavy makeup and put on a pair of transparent medical gloves.

Just as Su Mei was finishing her conversation with Mingda, the sound of high heels clicking echoed down the corridor. "It must be Dr. Li Xiujuan. I'll give her the documents; she has a way of getting you to sign them. Then I'll come back and 'train' you. Now I'm going to pick out a collar and leash for Xunmei. Bye-bye, doggy,"

Su Mei said sweetly.

Li Xiujuan walked in, and the two women naturally complimented each other on their outfits. Su Mei briefly mentioned Mingda's refusal to sign, then said urgently, "I have to go out now, Xiujuan. Tingting just called me; she's moving in next week. I'll need someone to 'take care' of him while I'm busy outside. I'm counting on you now. You have to be good to my husband!"

The two women laughed, and then Su Mei left amidst the sound of erasers scraping.

Li Xiujuan sat silently in her leather chair, flipping through the documents. "You won't succeed this way!"
Mingda roared angrily.

Li Xiujuan looked up at Mingda, smiled, and then continued reading.

"I'll take you to court sooner or later!"

"Is that so? Maybe,"

Li Xiujuan said calmly.

"You can't keep me locked up here forever!"

Mingda continued to shout.

"That's true, there are other patients who need my treatment, we're very busy here. Why don't you just sign it?"

Li Xiujuan said with a smile.

"Don't even think about it!"

Mingda roared.

"Fine, then you must stick to it,"

Li Xiujuan said. "Listen now, you idiot. This document says that due to your intellectual disability, you will be unable to manage your daily life normally. When you appear in court in a wheelchair, pushed by your tearful, heartbroken wife, everyone, including the judge, will feel sorry for your wife. She is so weak and helpless yet refuses to abandon you, instead taking care of you, her useless husband.

In the days to come, whenever you have the opportunity to appear in public or undergo medical examinations, you will exhibit that foolish expression. You will not know where you are, and may even forget who you are. You will only make a kind of broken, baby-like gurgling sound. Wait, my diagnosis report has been printed out. You have a rare form of schizophrenia.

That is to say, at those crucial moments, your beautiful but venomous wife will give you medication to make you exhibit symptoms that perfectly match the above diagnosis. You will be under your wife's absolute control until the day you die."

After saying this, Li Xiujuan walked out.

About two minutes later, Xiaoli, Xueqian, and Meimei came in. They forced Mingda through the corridor to another "torture room." Li Xiujuan was waiting there. She instructed the girls to firmly fasten Mingda to the table. "Thank you, Meimei and Xueqian, you did a good job. You can go back now,"

Li Xiujuan said to Xueqian and Meimei.

"Alright, where should we start?"

Li Xiujuan looked Mingda up and down, who was tightly fastened to the table. "I can use drugs and many interesting psychological techniques to make this idiot sign the document, but that's too unexciting. In comparison, I still prefer the traditional method of torture. I really enjoy that long and direct process. I look forward to the moment it ends, when you will gladly sign that damn document." "

Then, can we begin?"

Xiaoli was already impatient.

"Okay,"

Li Xiujuan nodded, taking some tools from the drawer as she continued, "Nerves are unevenly distributed, and in many places on a person they tend to be concentrated, like the breasts. Look at this idiot's breasts, they're so big, it would be a waste not to use them."

She then picked up a shiny stainless steel tool made of two metal rings, one fixed and the other sliding. Li Xiujuan clamped the smaller ring into Mingda's breast, stretching it with her fingers, then turned the ratchet lock, tightly fastening the two rings together at the base of Mingda's breasts, making Mingda's already large breasts protrude even more dramatically. Mingda let out a painful groan. "Great, this makes them even..." "You're sensitive, aren't you?"

Li Xiujuan smiled with satisfaction, pinching Mingda's swollen breast hard. Mingda screamed. Then, she applied some antibacterial solution to Mingda's breast and said, "Now it's your turn, Xiaoli."
Xiaoli picked up a syringe that looked like one used for tattooing, injected some dark brown liquid medicine into the cup below the syringe, and lightly pressed a switch. A thin needle fixed to the front of the device began to vibrate strongly. She leaned forward and inserted the needle into Mingda's breast. "No!"

Mingda screamed helplessly. The needle mercilessly pierced Mingda's skin, gnawing at the tender subcutaneous tissue, while the burning liquid in the syringe was injected into Mingda's body at a frequency of 100 times per second.
Ignoring Mingda's screams and cries, Xiaoli licked her lips tightly, repeatedly moving the buzzing needle around Mingda's nipples, as if operating a lightweight electric sewing machine. This torture lasted for a full five minutes, until Mingda was drenched in sweat. Even then, Mingda still felt an unbearable burning pain in her nipples, as if they were being soaked in diluted sulfuric acid, until she gradually lost consciousness.

Li Xiujuan removed the metal ring, gently pressing it against Mingda's nipples. She then gently pressed the needle against Mingda's nipples again, gently pressing it against Mingda's nipples. Xiaoli continued, "I feel your pain, but I can't help it."

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