The Boss's Plaything (26~33)

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(26)

The auctioneer began the auction, saying, "My wife and I are going on vacation, so what we're auctioning
is the right to train this slave for one month. However, whoever ultimately owns her
can do whatever they want with her during that month."

He set the starting price at 1000 yuan, "2000!" "5000!"... The bidding from the audience
kept climbing. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown; I had become a commodity being sold!

Suddenly, I heard the auctioneer announce, "Mr. Zhuang bids 15000 yuan!" It turned out that Mr. Zhuang was the one who had said
he could train me to accommodate a deeper penis. Hearing this, I almost burst into tears
.

He walked onto the stage, pulled out a large wad of cash, and paid the auctioneer without even counting it. He
took a small knife from his leather jacket, fiddled with my genitals, and then cut the rope binding my hands. I involuntarily fell
into his arms, my feet still tied to the wooden stick. He said, “Come to my farm, you’ll love it
there.” He then carried me outside, threw me onto a horse, tied my arms, and left
that horrible villa.

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Did you all enjoy this? Do you want me to continue? Or should I stop here? Because if I
continue, it might become a completely different story.

(Twenty-seven)

We set off for our destination. I was jostled on horseback when I heard
a whimpering sound coming from another large bag on the horse's back. It turned out that besides me, Mr. Zhuang had bought other slaves from somewhere. I
tried to speak to this man, but there was no answer; either he couldn't speak, or his mouth was gagged.

We continued on the rugged mountain road. Time slowly passed, and we finally arrived at
Mr. Zhuang 's farm. He dismounted, opened the gate, and then untied the bag, dragging a man out. The man's
hands and feet were bound together. Mr. Zhuang separated them, called out several people, and they used sticks to pierce the man's
hands and feet, carrying him inside like an animal. But he wasn't facing upwards; he was facing the ground, his arms
twisted behind his back, his penis hanging straight down, the glans constantly rubbing against the ground. Each time it rubbed against the ground, he groaned in
pain .

Next, Mr. Zhuang lifted me down, picked up the wooden stick still binding my feet, carried me on his shoulder, went to
the stables, threw me into a stable, and closed the door. My feet were still bound; he showed no
intention of untying them.

I heard him call for Ma Yi. Ma Yi was a fat, ugly man, almost two meters tall, weighing about 300
pounds, like a lump of fat, his body greasy, as if he hadn't bathed in a long time. He came in, helped me untie
the wooden stick , then unlocked the handcuffs, and ordered me to spread my legs and lie face down against the wall. I was covered in soapy water, and he
scrubbed my entire body with a brush, even my breasts and genitals.

Then I was led to the entrance, where there was a wooden post. He ordered me to sit on it, and then called a woman
over to comb my hair into a long ponytail, which she then coiled into a bun.

After all this was done, I was taken to the hall for Mr. Zhuang's inspection. As soon as I entered, they
ordered me to crawl on all fours. I crawled to a table in the center of the room, waiting for Mr. Zhuang
's arrival. As soon as he entered, he ordered me to spread my legs, then took out paper, a pen, a tape measure, and a graduated
vibrator. He wrote my name, age, and weight on the paper and began questioning me.

"Have you ever had anal sex?" "Yes."

"Have you ever used a plug?" "Yes."

"Have you ever had sex with animals?" "No." Oh my god, is he going to force me to do this?

"Have you ever been whipped?" "Yes."

"Until you bled?" "No." "Have

you ever been bitten?" "Yes." "

Until you bled?" "No." "

Have you ever worn a chastity belt?" "Yes." "

Besides your master, has anyone else examined your body?" "Yes."

"Has a fist ever been inserted into your anus?" "No." How horrible!

"Has a fist ever been inserted into your vagina?" "No." "

Do you have any other masters?" "Yes." "

How many?" "One."

"Have you ever masturbated?" "No."

"Has anyone ever helped you reach orgasm with their hand?" "Yes."

"Man or woman?" "Woman."

"Have you ever been treated with ice?" "What do you mean? The boss's wife used an ice pop on me
.

" "Where?" "..." I pointed to my genitals.

"Outside or inside?" "Inside."

"Did they whip your genitals?" "Yes." "

With a stick?" "No." "

A whip?" "No." "

Were your buttocks also whipped?" "Yes." "

Did you ride a rocking horse?" "Yes." Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

"Were they used on you?" "Yes."

"Were they used on your anus?" "No."

"Were you ever put in a box?" "No."

"Did you ever wear a dildo?" "No." Did he mean the boss's wife liked to wear the kind she used to torture me
?

"Have you ever had a dildo inserted into your anus by another woman?" "Yes." "

And your vagina?" "Yes."

"Have you ever had a vibrator used on you there?" "Yes."

"Have you ever witnessed your master punishing other slaves?" "No."

"Have you ever had sex with other slaves?" "No."

"Alright, let's measure you."

He stood up, told me to kneel with my upper body straight, and measured my head and neck with a tape measure. Then he had me lift
my breasts and measured their size.

He took out something, like a device, with rings of various sizes on it. He put the rings on my breasts one by one
, finding the most suitable one. He recorded the data, and then started measuring my...
His waist and genitals.

Then he ordered me to lie down, spread my legs, and inserted the vibrator into my vagina. The vibrator wasn't too
thick, and it went in effortlessly. "Ah..." he murmured, while writing on a piece of paper: "
Answering questions and being examined will also excite her."

He turned the vibrator on, and I felt it grow longer inside me, section by section. I heard him say:
"Start with 15 centimeters. 16 centimeters, no problem; 20 centimeters, a little tight; 23 centimeters; 25
centimeters, seems like it can't go any deeper; 28 centimeters, it seems she can't take it anymore; let's add 30 centimeters and see,
she starts crying, it seems that's all; add 2 centimeters, she starts screaming..." He
gagged me with a wooden gag and tied it behind my head. "It's not over yet! Shut up!" he shouted at me.

He turned another switch, and the vibrator slowly swelled inside me. He continued the previous process:
"3 centimeters; 5 centimeters, not bad; 8 centimeters, seems a bit tight; 10 centimeters, looks like 10 centimeters is
the limit. I need to train her properly."

He read the results aloud as he checked, making me feel both ashamed and terrified.
Then he made me get off the table and crawl on the edge, the vibrator still inside me, now
incredibly , sandwiched between my legs, making it impossible to close them. He picked up another identical vibrator and inserted it into
my anus, finally achieving a length of 15 centimeters and a diameter of 5 centimeters.

"Not bad, not bad, I'll widen it a bit more, then return you to your boss." Saying this, he
pulled both vibrators out. I felt both openings stretched to their limit, a tearing pain, yet
he still wanted to widen them further!

He hooked his fingers around my nipple rings, dragged me to a livestock pen, and tied them to a central post
, leaving me with very little room to move. He ordered the horses to open the other two doors, and a bull and a
cow immediately rushed in, chasing each other wildly in the cramped space, nearly crashing
into me several times, forcing me to desperately dodge. Finally, they tangled together in a corner and
began to mate like humans. Then the bull nuzzled between my legs, and I screamed in terror, but my legs were limp and
I dared not move.

At this moment, Mr. Zhuang came in, ordered the bulls to be led away, and then said to me, "This is your first lesson,
bestiality. The next lesson is the second." He then pushed me to the corner where the two bulls had been making love, ordered me
to grab my ankles, bend over, and then insert his penis into my already dilated vagina.

His energy was exceptionally high; he kept thrusting relentlessly, showing no signs of fatigue, until he ejaculated inside me
. His semen was thick and plentiful; as he withdrew, some of the liquid slid down my legs and
onto my feet.

(Twenty-eight)

Then he grabbed my nipple ring and led me outside, the thick semen flowing down my thighs,
making my feet sticky and slippery.

I was led to a saddle rack. This type of saddle was used on wild horses to
restrain riders and train them; the rack underneath resembled a wild horse, with the saddle clamped onto its back.
Mr. Zhuang ordered me to climb up, sit on the saddle, and put my feet in the stirrups. I felt very embarrassed because his
semen was still slipping between my legs, and I felt as if there was still a lot inside me that hadn't flowed out, but I
couldn't control myself; my legs were already sticky.

He lashed me hard with the riding crop, shouting, "I bought you not to enjoy yourself,
but to train you into a subservient slave. Understand?"

I had no choice but to slowly straddle the saddle. He handcuffed my legs to my sides and bound my hands to the horse's
neck. The neck was incredibly thick and icy cold, clearly made of cast iron. Then he parted my
labia and turned the horse's tail. I immediately felt something rise between my legs. That thing kept penetrating
me , rising higher and higher until it couldn't go any further.

He pressed a switch, and the horse immediately began to move slowly, the thing inside me
moving rotating continuously. I felt short of breath; as the horse's rhythm quickened, my breathing
became increasingly rapid, and the pain in my lower body was unbearable. Seeing that I was about to collapse, he finally slowed down the pace, bringing me
back to my senses, but before I could catch my breath, he immediately sped it up again. He tormented me like this
, turning me over and over. Every time I was about to climax, he would stop, leaving me feeling incredibly empty.

The last time he stopped, I was almost at climax again. I tried to masturbate, but my penis
slowly shrank back. There was nothing left inside me to satisfy me, and I couldn't help but cry.
Even my boss wasn't this cruel; he wouldn't make me endure this torment endlessly.

He dragged me to the wooden table, spread my legs, and made me lie on it. Then he called a woman
in.

She was tall and slender, about 1.8 meters, probably weighing over 130 kilograms, with short,
boyish . He told me she was a lesbian, nodding at her. I heard Mr. Zhuang call her "
Qi'er."

She opened her mouth, revealing a long tongue—I had never seen such a long tongue before. It reminded me of a snake
, except it wasn't forked, making it look incredibly eerie. She bent down between my legs and began
licking my genitals, and I felt her tongue penetrate inside. What I needed now was the physical thing, not
this woman's tongue. But after she licked me for a while, I actually came too. I felt her
sucking up all the hot fluid flowing from my body.

This woman is inhuman! But she excited me so much; my whole body was convulsing from the orgasm. She
licked away the love fluid below and continued to stimulate my clitoris. Before long, I was about to come again. Her fingers
scraped the inner walls of my vagina with her nails, while rhythmically moving back and forth. Before I could
react , I came again.

He stood up and saw that her lips were covered with sticky fluid. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips clean,
as if had just enjoyed a delicious treat. Mr. Zhuang then grabbed my hair, dragged me to the fence, locked me up,
tied my feet to the wooden stake, and then walked away slowly, whistling.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from my buttocks to my shoulders all over my body. I looked back and was surprised to find that he had come again.
Behind me, a whip was in his hand; it was this very whip that had just lashed me. He told me that I would be whipped for every cow in
the enclosure . I roughly estimated there were at least 100
cows inside, and I almost fainted.

I wanted to beg him, but I immediately knew it was useless; if he felt it was necessary, I had
to accept it. He stepped back a few paces and began to count loudly: "One, two..." Ma Yi then came
over , pulled out his penis, and shoved it into my mouth, ordering me to suck it out.

The whip kept falling on my body; the pain made me want to scream, but my mouth was blocked by his penis, and I couldn't make a sound
. When it was all over, Ma Yi ejaculated in my mouth, the slightly fishy semen rushing down my throat.

I thought to myself: Now I should be able to be untied, right? Mr. Zhuang came over,
but he applied some ointment to the wounds on my back. He brandished the whip in front of me; it
was almost identical to the one the boss used at the auction, only slightly longer and thicker. Then he inserted the handle into
my anus, and when he couldn't go any deeper, he forcefully spread my buttocks and pushed it in a little more.

He made a gesture, and suddenly someone came over, grabbed the handle, and started whipping me, but they left shortly after
, leaving me alone. An hour passed, and I noticed that all the cattle in the pen had been led away.
Mr. Zhuang came out with the slave who had arrived with me. His penis and testicles had two small rings pierced
through them, with a rope tied to each ring, the other end of which was held by Mr. Zhuang.

Mr. Zhuang held the rope in one hand and began whipping the slave with the other. Every time the slave tried to dodge,
Mr. Zhuang would pull him back with the rope. The whip rained down on his buttocks and penis, causing him
to scream in agony. Mr. Zhuang ordered him to shut up, dragged him to the entrance of the fence, tied his hands and feet to either side of the entrance,
and then wrapped the rope around his shoulders.

I had forgotten the pain in my body at that moment; I watched intently, completely forgetting that
I had been whipped like this an hour earlier.

Mr. Zhuang walked behind him, pulled down his pants, and his penis immediately sprang out. He forcefully spread
the male slave's buttocks and said to him, "You want to scream, don't you? I'll let you scream your fill!" With that, he inserted
his penis into the male slave's anus and began thrusting rapidly. Each time he thrust, Mr. Zhuang
pulled the rope desperately, lifting the male slave's testicles and penis high. As he thrust deeper, the slave screamed even more shrilly.

My attention was completely drawn to them, and I didn't notice that Qi'er had come to my side and
inserted her fingers into my genitals again; I was startled. She said, “I wanted to know if you enjoyed watching others
suffer . Now I know, you wish you were the one being punished. Right?”

(Twenty-nine)

She untied the ropes binding me, but the whip remained inside me. She dragged me into
a room, removed my nipple rings, and made me stand on something resembling a tabletop. It
consisted with two iron rings at each end. She ordered me to kneel on it, my upper body pressed against the tabletop, and then
handcuffed my hands and feet. She pressed a switch, and the tabletop slowly rose until it was above her head.

She took a syringe and a bottle of medicine from a cabinet, filled the syringe, and walked towards me. I
understood what she was going to do. I struggled to escape, but she was already behind me, playing with my labia, telling
me not to be nervous, and pulling the whip out of my anus.

She then moved to the other side, playing with my breasts. Soon, my nipples hardened again. She grasped
my right breast and inserted the syringe needle. I could feel the cool medicine flowing through my breast veins and across
my chest. Then she injected me into my left breast as well. Soon after, I felt my breasts begin to
swell. Seeing my discomfort, she explained that she had just injected me with a lactation-inducing agent, which
they to produce breast milk. I was utterly devastated. What did they take me for

? She jotted down some notes on a piece of paper, then pushed over a machine, removed
two , and placed them over my breasts, the cups digging firmly into my chest. Then she
inserted a thin, metal vibrating rod into my genitals, telling me, "Once the machine is turned on, the vibrating rod will move.
Whenever you have an orgasm, the cups will automatically squeeze your breasts, drawing out your milk, which
will flow through the tubes connected to the cups into the bottle." She pointed to the bottle; it was a huge one. She
added, "I won't stop until the bottle is full, so be prepared, it'll be exciting for a long time
!" Her face flushed with excitement.

She then started the machine, and the vibrator began to move, the thin tip
vibrating intensely inside my vagina. The vibrator moved back and forth, rotating at the same time, with a small head outside constantly stimulating
my clitoris.

I immediately ejaculated, and the cup immediately sucked on my breasts. I felt I had reached
the peak of orgasm, but only a few drops of milk came out.

As soon as the cup stopped, the vibrator started vibrating again, this time it seemed longer and thicker.
I was stimulated to orgasm repeatedly, and after each orgasm, the vibrator would become even thicker, but the bottle still
wasn't full. Finally, the vibrator swelled so much it felt like it was about to burst, and I felt like I might bleed
. At this moment, Mr. Zhuang rushed in, pulled out the vibrator, and seeing what Qi'er had done to me, he seemed to
go berserk . He ordered her to put me down, telling me he didn't know Qi'er would treat me like this. This
equipment was a bit too much for me, as I had only been on the farm for a short time.

Qi'er put me down, and I immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to move, my bones feeling like they were falling apart
.

I was taken to my shed, where they threw me into a pile of weeds. Mr. Zhuang ordered her to wash me clean,
and she gently wiped my body, as Mr. Zhuang was watching.

After this was done, he held out his finger to her, ordering her to come over and undress. To my surprise, I discovered
two rings hanging from her breasts. Mr. Zhuang ordered her to lie on a wooden stool in the middle, her genitals completely
exposed . He tied Qi'er's breasts together from the base, saying to her, "How dare you disobey my orders! I'm going to
teach you a lesson you won't be able to stand up!"

"No! Master, please don't! I'll do anything you want."

"First, I'm going to whip your ass," Mr. Zhuang said.

He picked up a wrench and whipped her buttocks until they were bright red, then rubbed them with his hand, while having Ma bring
in a male slave. The slave's penis was covered with a long sheath, and Mr. Zhuang explained to me, "His
penis is unparalleled in the world, but I didn't let him ejaculate, so he has to wear this sheath. Doesn't Qi'er hate men
touching her? I'll use this slave to punish her, to cruelly rape her!" As he spoke, he ordered Qi'er not to resist.

He removed the sheath from the male slave, and the slave's penis immediately swelled up. He looked at his master, Mr. Zhuang
patted his buttocks and nodded to him, and he immediately pounced on Qi'er, thrusting his penis inside her, and she immediately
sobbed in pain. Mr. Zhuang said, “Qi’er’s vagina is very tight because she can only have toys or penises inserted there when she’s being punished
. I told you, she’s a lesbian, and the harshest punishment for her is to
be raped by a lowly slave.”

Qi’er burst into tears, her breasts, bound, bouncing erect with the slave’s thrusts.
Mr. Zhuang, enjoying the scene, stroked me while ordering dinner to be served.

The cook brought in a bowl of soup, which I, already starving, drank
every last drop. After finishing the soup, I finally regained some strength.

Mr. Zhuang took out his penis and made me blow-dry it. He told me that if I behaved well, I could sleep in
the bed that night; otherwise, he would tie me up like an animal and make me lie on the floor all night.

I quickly knelt down and took his penis into my mouth, working diligently as my previous boss had instructed me
, occasionally licking his testicles and urethral opening with my tongue. Mr. Zhuang groaned, grabbed my hair,
dragged close, and began thrusting into my mouth until he ejaculated all his semen into it.

Satisfied, he fastened his belt and said to me, "No one will bother you tonight, get some rest
!" He then closed the door, locked me in the shed, and left.

(Thirty)

My whole body was still limp, without any strength. I climbed onto the bed, curled up, and
fell asleep , because Mr. Zhuang had said that no one would torment me tonight.

I slept soundly, and when dawn broke, I couldn't help but regret that the night had been too short. I wondered
what tricks they would use on me next.

I heard the door open, and I was led to a large room where at least 20 women and 15
men were already inside. A long wooden plank stretched across the room, with three
holes in each person's plank. Their heads and hands protruded from these holes and were locked to the planks. Their lower bodies stood in
a trough with holes in the floor, their feet locked into these holes as well. No one had
an expression, but I could tell their feelings; no one could stand comfortably in such an uncomfortable position.
They were like a herd of cows, lining up to be milked.

My head and hands were locked like theirs, my feet spread and locked to the floor behind me. Then
someone sprayed us with soapy water and scrubbed us clean like livestock with brushes. The sharp
bristles stung my skin, and the room immediately filled with groans.

Next, they used small bottles filled with a yellow liquid to pour into our vaginas and anuses,
then used something resembling a bottle brush to scrub inside. The yellow liquid must have been soapy water too,
because soap bubbles floated out of my genitals with their movements. Then they dragged over a hose and used cold
water to wash our genitals or the men's penises. Then they forcefully inserted a faucet into our anus, turned it on, and injected water into our rectums like
an enema . Then they stood up, the faucet still inside us.

They took off their pants, and I realized they were also half men and half women; the one standing in front of me was a girl. I
didn't know what to do, but then I noticed the girl next door sucking the penis of the man in front of me. I quickly moved closer to
the girl, put my head under her genitals, and started licking her vulva. I licked it from top to bottom first, then focused on
sucking her clitoris until she seemed to have orgasmed. After they finished, they pulled the faucet
out , and the room was filled with the sounds of excretion. They then washed us clean with soap.

Next, they inserted a faucet into our mouths, and a cool liquid flowed down our throats.
I realized this was our breakfast.

We were gagged and led to a table in the center of the room. The table was cross-shaped, with
a . The table itself seemed to have many other ingenious designs. They dragged me onto the table and
ordered me to sit down, my buttocks facing the phallus. It was incredibly hard; it took a lot of effort for me to sit down,
leaving me breathless. My legs were kicked apart, so my entire weight fell on me, and my
genitals felt like they were about to split open—the dildo was far too thick for me.

They ordered me to lie flat, spread my legs, and handcuffed them to two boards; my head was also
secured . They moved the boards, opening my legs completely, then tied my arms to the boards as well,
and blindfolded me.

They said, “This morning’s training is to test your senses. We’ll put something in your
hands , mouth, breasts, anus, and genitals, and you have to be able to tell us what it is. If you answer incorrectly, you’ll
get nine lashes, each time in a different place. Let’s begin!”

I felt something on my palm. I grasped it; it was two small balls that seemed
to make . I moved my hand upwards and suddenly realized it was a penis. “Testicles,” I answered immediately.

“Good, that’s easy.”

Next, I felt them place something on my chest, slowly wriggling. I screamed in
terror . Immediately, the whip struck my genitals: “Tell us what it is!” I couldn’t control myself,
screaming incessantly, having already been whipped countless times.

I finally came to my senses and gasped, “…It feels…like a snake…” Sure enough. They
removed the snake and playfully touched its head to my genitals.

Then I heard something being brought in; the sound was incredibly strange. I felt a
long tongue licking my genitals, then the tongue parted my labia and continued licking the cleft inside. I
trembled because I knew what it was; I never imagined a cow would lick me there. I trembled...
A voice answered, "A cow." I just wanted them to take the cow away quickly.

I heard them say, "Correct. One more."

What other strange tricks did they have up their sleeves? I felt like livestock in front of these people,
worthless . I heard a "clucking" sound, something touched my clitoris, and then a sharp object pecked at
it. I burst into tears, sobbing as I answered, "A chicken."

I heard them laugh, "Good, you got it right again."

Then the room suddenly fell silent.

Someone inserted something into my vagina until it was fully inside, and began to rub it with their hand, and I
heard a metallic clanging sound below. I thought it was a fake iron toy, but it wasn't; the whip immediately
fell on my chest again. The person continued to rub my genitals, while pulling the thing out a little; it was a
chain , and I could feel the friction at the chain's joint. “That’s right.” He placed his finger on my clitoris,
teasing it as he pulled the chain out piece by piece, and I immediately reached orgasm.

Once the chain was completely removed, he placed a butterfly-shaped vibrator on my vulva and
said , “Now start the timer, let’s see how many orgasms you can have in this time. Begin!” He turned it
on, and the vibrator began to vibrate wildly against my vulva.

I became increasingly excited, trying to move my body, but all I could do was move up and down on the wooden penis. I
quickly ejaculated once, but the vibrator continued to vibrate wildly, and I ejaculated again. By the time I reached my third orgasm,
I was exhausted, covered in sweat, and my nipples were erect. I felt him trying to
re-pierce , but the small holes had closed, and he tried several times without success. I heard them say,
“Let’s re-pierce her in a few days!”

I was speechless; my body felt like it was cramping. The other slaves in the room seemed
to be , their rapid breathing rising and falling.

(Chapter 31)

"I've already given you a good time, now I'll give you something even better," the man said to me.

My restraints were loosened, and he wanted me to stand
up , but it was too thick and stuck tightly inside, and I was too weak to stand. He
pulled a rope down from a pulley in the rafters, tied it to the base of my breasts, and pulled the rope upwards. I desperately tried
to lift my body little by little, and by the time the dildo was fully out, my legs were weak, and
I almost sat down again if it weren't for the rope holding my breasts.

He lifted me to the ground, ordered me to spread my legs, and inserted another dildo into my vagina,
turning the switch until the vibrator couldn't go any deeper. I don't know how he controlled the timing; maybe it was because
the painful expression on my face told him!

He attached a leather strap to the vibrator, clipped two alligator clips to my nipples, and hung two
bells . The bells would ring whenever I moved even slightly. Then, he led me by the leather strap
out to a building behind it. The entrance was surrounded by iron bars. As we went in, I
noticed a sign that read: "Welcome to Mr. Zhuang's Zoo."

Inside, I heard monkeys roaring from their cages, and some tourists were wandering around; they must all be
Mr. Zhuang 's guests. He ordered me to lean against the door, removed the toys from my body, brought some ice cream,
smeared it on my genitals, pushed the door open, and forced me inside.

I stood by the cage door, and in the center sat a black, ugly gorilla. I had never seen such an ugly
gorilla before. Terrified, I turned to run away, only to find the door locked, leaving me with this hideous monster.
The tourists outside gathered around, most of them leading their slaves on leather straps.

The gorilla stood up, stared at me for a while, then, as if it had caught a whiff of something, approached me. I
tried to run away in fear, but the cage was small. It chased me around a few times, then suddenly reached out a paw and placed it on my
chest. I quickly fled to another corner, but the gorilla caught up, knocked me to the ground, and
simultaneously extended its hairy paw to my genitals, lifting me up as if to put on a show for the people outside the cage.

It carried me to the floor where it had been sitting, put me down, roughly pulled my hair with one hand,
sat down, then held me by the waist, placing me head down and feet up, my mouth directly in front of its dark,
hairy penis. It even knew to press my head down, inserting its penis into my mouth, while simultaneously
rubbing my chest with its sharp claws and licking my genitals. I almost began to doubt whether this was really a gorilla.

I screamed in terror, while the people outside clapped and cheered. Their slaves all wore expressions
of fear; I think they were worried this would happen to them, yet powerless to resist.

I saw Mr. Zhuang come in and stand by the cage, leisurely watching the gorilla rape me
. Our eyes met for a few seconds. The gorilla was rubbing against me; I couldn't speak, so I
could only plead with my eyes, my eyes brimming with tears.

He went into the cage and slapped the gorilla a few times. I felt a sense of relief, thinking the gorilla would finally
release me, but instead, it grabbed my head and quickly forced my mouth to its penis,
roaring and tilting its head back. Its tongue seemed to have barbs, scratching me painfully and itchingly. After it
ejaculated a thick, foul-smelling semen into my mouth, it threw me to the ground.

Looking at the eerie gorilla, I was too terrified to utter a sound. All I knew was to slowly
crawl towards the door. Someone opened it and dragged me out. I saw the gorilla's black face contort with rage. It
rushed to the door, but it was locked. It stood there, roaring at the toy being dragged away.

I could barely stand. Mr. Zhuang put a collar on me, yanked the belt,
and dragged me out after him.

He took me to his apartment, upstairs to the bathroom, and had a maid wash me. She used a
fragrant liquid to cleanse my genitals, then undressed herself and joined me in the bathtub,
holding a special syringe filled with a pungent-smelling liquid. She inserted the syringe into my vagina,
squeezing all the liquid inside, telling me that this
would . I sighed. This also meant that men could better vent their frustrations on me.
And I would continue to suffer.

She inserted a hose into my anus and washed it with soapy water until
only . Since I hadn't eaten anything all day, I didn't expel much. After I was completely
clean, she tied my hands to the showerhead.

Mr. Zhuang came in, took off his clothes, and turned his back to me, showering as if I didn't
exist. When he turned around, his penis was already erect. He pressed me against the wall, against my
genitals, trying to penetrate me, but his penis slipped to the side. He was surprised to find that I was already wet down there
.

He didn't insist anymore, turned off the shower, untied my hands, made me sit on the edge of the tub with my legs apart, and then
took out some tape and stuck it on my genitals, even the inner walls. Then he made me raise my arms and
stuck tape under my armpits as well. After he finished applying all the tape, he suddenly ripped off the tape from my armpits, causing
me to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. He did the same to my genitals, revealing tape covered in my
pubic hair. Finally, he ripped off the tape from the inside of my labia, tearing off the few sparse hairs there.

He handed me a set of clothes and ordered me to put them on. It was a thong made of rope and a top,
the front of which was cut into a huge heart shape, exposing my breasts completely. Dressed like that, I
felt like a prostitute.

It was already six o'clock in the afternoon. He led me downstairs to a room crowded with people.
Seeing my appearance, some people's hands were already inside my top, fondling my breasts; others grabbed my
arms and twisted them behind my back. They were all like madmen. My clothes were ripped off, and I couldn't help but laugh.
If that was the case, why did he make me put them on in the first place? I searched for Mr. Zhuang in the crowd, but he was
gone ; only these crazy guys remained in the room.

I was thrown onto the sofa, and someone bit off my thong with their teeth and licked between my legs; another pried open
my mouth, inserted his penis, and immediately began thrusting inside, not caring whether I cooperated or not.
Before I could react, someone grabbed my legs and spread them apart, and another guy thrust in without warning. I was tight and dry down
there , and the pain made me break out in a cold sweat.

The guy thrusting in my mouth quickly ejaculated, and I opened my mouth to scream, but another guy immediately took over,
thrusting his penis in again. My hands were guided to grasp two penises, and I was forced to masturbate them. I
felt my strength, which had just returned, being drained away bit by bit, and my whole body was weak; I could only let them do as they pleased. With
my mouth and vagina blocked, my hands were completely useless.

The guy standing between my legs suddenly told everyone to stop, pulled me onto a chair, his penis still inside me
, and told the others to continue in the same position. He said, "We forgot about one important
place." He spread my buttocks, and someone immediately realized and inserted their penis.

This person was on my back, her soft breasts pressed against my skin. I heard her laugh loudly;
it was Qi'er! She giggled, starting to thrust, while simultaneously
kissing my neck wildly as if she'd never seen anyone else's. After a few thrusts, she and the man beneath me reached orgasm simultaneously. Someone immediately replaced
the man, but Qi'er remained on top of me. With each replacement, she changed to a vibrator, some
with granular protrusions.

The men below were changed at least seven times. By the time the last one came on, I was already somewhat delirious.
My eyes rolled back like a goldfish, I was panting heavily, and my body was covered in sticky fluid. Seeing this, the man
said to me, "I know how to bring you to your senses." He grinned maliciously, revealing sharp teeth.

His penis was thick and large, filling me completely. Then he began licking my breasts, and suddenly
bit one, drawing blood immediately. The pain jolted me awake, and I saw him licking the blood clean
while thrusting even more vigorously.

Finally, Mr. Zhuang came in again. He greeted each of them and ordered me to kneel on the ground and
lick their penises clean. I struggled and complied.

(Chapter 32)

Mr. Zhuang then ordered me to kneel on a chair, hands on the back, legs spread. He stood by the door, saying goodbye to each
departing person. I didn't know which wound was more painful; they all burned. My whole body
was weak, and my lower back ached. I wanted to lie down, but I didn't dare. A gust of wind blew by, making my genitals feel cool
, and I felt that the pain wasn't as bad as before.

After everyone left, he came over and inserted his little finger into my anus, then his index finger into my vulva, pinching it,
saying, "Well done, this is your reward."

I was already beyond tears, only able to sob softly. Everything that had happened today felt like
a nightmare, and this was only the first day. I couldn't imagine how I would get through the days to come.

Mr. Zhuang grabbed my hair and dragged me back to my shed. There was a crossbeam in the room, about half a person's
height, which seemed to be used for tethering horses. My arms were tied to the crossbeam with my arms flat on the floor. Then Mr. Zhuang
tied my hands and feet together, and then tied my breasts with ropes, the other end of which was tied to the crossbeam behind
my neck , pulling my breasts upwards. I was forced
to maintain this embarrassing posture, facing the door.

He said, "Try to get some sleep, otherwise you won't have the energy for tomorrow's training."

I sobbed and asked, "Why..."

He seemed surprised, pinched my breast, slapped my genitals, and laughed at me, "
Because this is exactly what your boss wants! The auction is just a pretext. He wants you to adapt to this kind of life and wants me
to use any means to train you. He doesn't have a zoo there, and the equipment isn't complete, so he had to ask me to
do it for him . Okay, I've answered your question, but you'll pay the price for it. Get some sleep!" He
laughed and left.

My breasts were getting more and more painful, and my vulva was being torn apart, so anyone passing by could
see clearly inside. What should I do? I stayed in this position all night and couldn't fall asleep at all.
In my drowsy state, I felt a burning pain in my genitals. It turned out that Qi'er was standing in front of me, holding
something that looked like a police baton and hitting my genitals. Every blow made me feel unbearable pain.

Dawn was breaking when she finally stopped, kneeling between my legs and sucking on my clitoris
while inserting the baton. I was aroused by her licking; with each inch the baton went in, I couldn't help but
arch my back to meet it. She thrust the baton in and out faster and faster, and my lower body moved violently in response—
I was almost there! Then she stood up and began sucking on my nipples. I felt a rush of heat to my head,
a jolt in my lower back, and a surge of heat shot through my body. She pulled out the baton, but immediately threw it on the ground;
it was covered in her vaginal fluid, sticky and slippery.

I felt like I'd just finished a vigorous long-distance run, breathing rapidly. She pressed her face against mine and
kissed me deeply on the lips, making them sticky too, and I almost couldn't breathe.

She untied the rope, and I immediately fell, limp and lifeless on the ground like a doll. She had to call for
a horse to drag me away to wash me. I could only lie on the stool, my head drooping, letting the icy
water over me; I couldn't stand up at all.

He washed my body clean, fed me some food, and then Mr. Zhuang and Qi'er came over. She pointed at me
and talked and laughed with Mr. Zhuang; I knew she must be reporting what happened that morning. They each lifted me
up and dragged me to the zoo. We

came to an iron gate, and Mr. Zhuang took out his key and opened the door, revealing a long, dark, and gloomy
corridor . We walked along the corridor into a large room, where screams and cries of agony filled the air. The room was full of people,
bound in various positions, suffering different punishments. On the other wall was a huge glass panel, and many people were
watching outside, as if watching a performance.

(Chapter 33)

I was tied to a recliner, with a pressure pump underneath. My legs were tied to
the corners , my hands were tied behind my back, and my chest was forced outwards.

They picked up an enormous, thick dildo—a strangely shaped, huge vibrator I'd only
ever seen on adult websites, and those pictures always excited me. This vibrator was just
like the one in the pictures, about as thick as a forearm, crooked and covered in small bumps. They placed
the vibrator on my vulva, but didn't insert it. I became excited again, writhing my body, craving that
thing to fill my genitals.

Mr. Zhuang reached down and touched me, finding it already overflowing. He gestured for Qi'er
to come over and inserted a rough tube into my anus, connecting it to a pressure pump along with the vibrator.

Mr. Zhuang walked over to a male slave whose genitals were being licked by a dog. His legs were tied to
a chair, and the dog was licking his penis between his legs. He struggled, but still ejaculated.
The dog barked and stood up, straddling him. The furry flesh of the male slave rubbed against his penis
, making me blush.

Someone dragged the dog away and led it to the next slave, a girl, also
bound . The dog lunged at her, and I quickly turned my head away, unable to bear watching.

Mr. Zhuang dragged the male slave over, placed him on the vibrator, picked up a board,
and slapped the slave's buttocks, telling him to keep hitting him until he ejaculated again. The male slave had just ejaculated, so it would probably
be a long time before he ejaculated again.

Mr. Zhuang began to pump vigorously, the vibrator immediately squeezing into my vagina, stretching my genitals as if
they were about to burst. I groaned, but the pump immediately contracted, and the vibrator retracted.
Mr. Zhuang struck again, and the vibrator repeated the process, bringing me pleasure and excitement
, but this feeling didn't last long because the vibrator quickly retracted again.

Mr. Zhuang's slapping became faster and faster, and the rhythm of the vibrator's thrusts quickened. I could no longer control
myself and cried out excitedly. Mr. Zhuang seemed to be listening intently. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I heard Qi'er
say, "He's hard." Mr. Zhuang immediately stopped slapping, and the vibrator stopped too.

I was almost at my climax. I didn't want it to slip out; I wanted someone to come and satisfy my needs. I
cried hysterically. They always did this to me, and then deliberately stopped. I felt like
I was hanging in mid-air, neither up nor down. I cried and screamed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mr. Zhuang shouted, "Enough!" He moved me to a wooden post with a
dildo . I thought he would use this to satisfy me this time, but that wasn't the case. They lifted my buttocks,
making my anus face the dildo as I sat down, and then tied me to the post.

Mr. Zhuang picked up the board and struck my chest hard. After a few blows, he suddenly
stopped and asked, "Where are your nipple rings? Looks like you need to get new ones." He
marked my breasts with a pen and then crossed out my clitoris. I didn't care why he did it; I was
blinded by desire.

He pressed on the mark on my genitals and rubbed it back and forth, but the stimulation wasn't strong enough for me. I wanted
something to fill the emptiness inside me.

I saw Qi'er walk over, wearing a black penis that was at least 30 centimeters long.
Mr. Zhuang stood up and made her kneel between my legs. He inserted the thing, positioning her slightly lower, so I
had to desperately try to accommodate her. The thing in my anus stung painfully because I was using too much force. Every time I pressed
my body against her genitals, the thing penetrated deeper, making me
endure unbearable pain while satisfying my desire.

Qi'er didn't make any movement, so I had to keep moving up and down. I felt the climax getting closer and closer;
my heart was pounding as if it would jump out of my chest. Suddenly, everything stopped again. My chest felt like it was being burned
. I looked down and saw Mr. Zhuang heating my breasts with a candle. Pain and disappointment mingled within me. I
hadn't expected them to stop again just when I was on the verge of climax. Tears streamed down my face.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had never needed to satisfy my desires as much as I did now.

They untied me from the stake, tied my hands and feet together, and made me stand with my buttocks raised. Mr. Zhuang asked,
"Poor thing! You really want to reach climax, don't you?"

I shook my head desperately, crying out, "...Yes...I want to..."

"Alright, I can only help you this once." Saying this, he ordered someone to bring the dog over. Mr. Zhuang held...
Its penis, he asked, "Anything is fine, right?"

I never expected him to have such a vicious thought. I trembled all over and screamed, "No..."

Mr. Zhuang led the dog straight over, grabbed its front legs, made it stand upright, and placed its penis on my
genitals. I cried and tried to get away, forgetting my standing posture, and fell forward. Qi'er came
to me, held my head, and inserted the vibrator into my mouth. I had to tilt my head back and could
n't speak . At the same time, I felt Mr. Zhuang insert the big gray dog's penis into my anus and laughed at me, "You
didn't say which hole you wanted. Ha... haha..."

The gray dog's penis was thin and long, and it moved rapidly inside. I felt incredibly sad. I had
a dog 's penis inserted into my anus, and I couldn't even get satisfaction.

Amidst my whimpers, I felt a scalding heat rush into my body, burning me until I trembled and felt
dizzy. If it weren't for Qi'er supporting me, I would have collapsed long ago.

My mind was on the verge of collapse; I felt an unbearable itch down there, and my cheeks burned. They untied the ropes and
ordered me to get down on all fours like a dog, then waved for someone to bring over another male slave.

This male slave was quite young, around 19 years old. Perhaps stimulated by what he had just witnessed
, his penis was erect, pierced with a ring, and a large lock hung from its base. He inserted his penis
into my already wet vagina, the lock pressed against the folds of my flesh. I eagerly thrust my lower body back, only to be suddenly
slapped hard by Mr. Zhuang, who roared, "Haven't you learned to follow your master's instructions yet?
You'd better behave until I give you permission, understand?"

He chained our waists tightly together, forced two vibrating eggs into my anus,
the other end of a wire connected to a long, double-headed rod. They inserted one end of the rod into the male slave's anus, twisting it into
an arc , and the other end into my vagina. Then they ordered the male slave to lie on my back, inserting his penis into my
anus, pushing the two vibrating eggs deep inside. Next, they covered
our waists with a metal mesh bag, like a giant diaper. Once all this was done, the male slave and I were tightly connected, inseparable.

The vibrating eggs in my anus seemed to have been pushed to their limit, making my urge to defecate stronger; but
at least my lower body was filled with what I had longed for. I held my breath, anticipating the
moment .

They sat on a chair facing the huge glass window. Qi'er squatted between Mr. Zhuang's legs,
took out his penis, and began to suck and stroke it.

Mr. Zhuang picked up a box and turned the scale on it slightly. The male slave
jumped up , but his body was tightly connected to mine, forcing him to thrust inside me. I let out a long
sigh, closed my eyes in ecstasy, and enjoyed this hard-won pleasure.

Mr. Zhuang turned the scale again, and I felt the male slave's movements become faster. At the same time, the vibrating dildo
began to vibrate wildly, thrusting back and forth rapidly. The male slave's penis suddenly thrust inside me,
squeezing the vibrating egg in an inch further. A wave of numbness and tingling went through my lower body, and I finally reached orgasm, feeling a surge of heat gushing out from
my core . All my energy seemed to have been drained. My limbs were weak, and I could barely hold on. My head
slumped onto my shoulders. At this moment, the male slave also ejaculated a thick, hot stream, some of which slid out and
flowed onto my genitals.

Suddenly, the boy jumped up again, and the vibrating egg and electric dildo started throbbing again. Mr. Zhuang kept controlling the switch
like this for almost three hours, we ejaculated repeatedly, and my genitals began to ache,
as if I was about to lose all feeling. When Mr. Zhuang finally separated us, my anus was filled with an unknown amount of
semen. With a "plop" sound, the male slave pulled out his penis, and large chunks of mucus overflowed and dripped onto
the floor. I could no longer hold on and collapsed.

Mr. Zhuang roughly pulled me up and dragged me to another room, a dark and cold room filled with
various medical instruments. A nurse-like person led me to the bathtub, pulled out the electric dildo and vibrating egg, and
washed . The warm water felt incredibly comfortable on my numb genitals. She used a small tube
to inject warm water into my anus, washing away all the mucus inside.

I was ordered to lie down on a cold metal table. She secured my shoulders and abdomen with leather straps,
then spread my legs and secured them to the corners of the table. Then she pressed a switch on the wall, and six
men in white coats walked in with Mr. Zhuang. I could tell they were not wearing anything underneath.

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