Female Slave Diary

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Chapter 1: Training

Among the towering skyscrapers of the upscale urban residential area, there stands a building that is less conspicuous than its surroundings. Compared to the technologically advanced and stylish steel-framed buildings around it, this reinforced concrete building is much more unassuming. The ground floor is just an ordinary residential building, divided into suites for nearby office workers to rent; but the underground level is a completely different world, a gathering place for trainers and female slaves from all over the country, the largest slave distribution center in the nation. Eighty percent of the country's female slaves are branded and produced here.

In this country, the slave trade is legal. As long as you have money, you can buy any kind of slave you want. In rural areas, there are many people who cannot make a living and have to sell themselves into slavery to survive, and the capitalist-led government tacitly approves of the keeping and selling of slaves. My name is Huilin, and I am one of this large group of slaves.

Slaves are divided into many categories, but broadly speaking, they can be categorized into three types: slaves for heavy labor, slaves for cleaning, and slaves for sexual purposes.

Female slaves are almost always the third type.

Upon arrival, slaves are first washed, and then special agents are used to remove excess body hair. Male slaves undergo an additional procedure to avoid management difficulties: castration. Castration performed in the slave center is, of course, without anesthesia.

Male slaves are tied to a conveyor belt, and their genitals are removed one by one by a machine. Those who succumb to the pain are transported directly to the lowest processing area, where they are ground up by a meat grinder to be used as fertilizer and animal feed, squeezing out every last bit of value. Male slaves who pass the castration test are then injected with powerful control drugs to prevent resistance; after these procedures, the male slave is considered finished.

Female slaves also undergo several procedures. After their body hair is removed, they are conveyed to a ring-piercing machine where rings are attached to their nipples, labia, and clitoris. The buckles were made of stainless steel and engraved with numbers for easy management.

After the buckles were put on, a special collar was placed around the neck. This collar contained a special sensor and a miniature bomb. If the sensor failed to detect the electrical waves emitted by the slave center, or if someone attempted to remove the collar, the miniature bomb would immediately explode. The explosion was just powerful enough to blow the wearer's head off, making escape impossible.

After these procedures, the slaves were distributed.

Because virgins were more valuable, those identified as virgins by the machine were directly sent to the auction house. The rest were assigned to trainers stationed at the slave center. Although I was a virgin, because I resisted during the process, I was designated slave number 7259 and assigned to the most severe trainer.

The training process was long and arduous. All my personal consciousness and dignity were shattered. The female slaves had to be naked and wear specially made training tools (depending on the trainer). I was assigned a huge electric dildo for dilation and a gag. Twenty people were crammed into a space of less than ten square meters. To prevent the slaves from getting sick and dying, a doctor came every day to give them vaccinations; and to maintain a good physique, the female slaves were only allowed to eat feed once a day.

To increase their commodity value, large amounts of hormones were added to the feed. Before I was sent to the slave center, my bust size was only 32B, but after a long period of feeding, it grew into a 36E, and milk would drip from my nipples with just a gentle squeeze. The source of this feed was the corpses of dead slaves.

I remember the first time I ate, I found a piece of unground finger in the minced meat, which made me vomit everything in my stomach. At first, I resisted, but I gave in after a few days; because I understood that if I starved myself to death, the next piece of minced meat in the bowl would be me. After getting used to it, the taste of human flesh was not much different from beef or pork.

Drinking water is only provided once a day, sprinkled from the ceiling. At other times, if you want water, you have to ask your roommate for urine. There's no toilet, just a wooden bucket. The happiest time of day is cleaning time; at this time, the supervisor sprays water into the room with a large hose and collects the excrement from the bucket.

Of course, there are always troublemakers. Anyone who causes trouble or disobeys will be sent to the punishment room. The punishment room is sparsely furnished, containing only a triangular wooden horse. Offending female slaves are tied to it and punished with whipping, burning, and electric shocks. However, to maintain the female slave's market value, the trainers usually try to avoid leaving obvious marks.

After a long period of training, I mustered the courage to apply for a test with my trainer; only female slaves who pass the center's test can be officially sold. The test is divided into several sections: service, masochism, and sex. The questions are randomly selected by the center, and I drew service. The service test consisted of three items: oral sex, cleaning the master, and acting as a human chair. These were relatively easy for me, and oral sex was my forte.

I slowly extended my tongue, gently and lightly enveloping the examiner's glans, almost imperceptibly licking the tendon at the joint of the shaft; at the same time, my right hand continuously stroked the examiner's scrotum, while my left hand constantly manipulated his penis. The examiner was satisfied with this foreplay. I felt his penis become completely erect, hot and hard, filling my mouth completely. The examiner suddenly grabbed my head and began to thrust his hips. His long, hard penis plunged deep into my throat. Although I reflexively felt like vomiting, the thought of failing and facing even harsher training if I vomited made me hold it in. The examiner thrust wildly dozens of times, then suddenly shuddered, and a thick stream of semen gushed into my mouth.

"Don't spit it out! Open your mouth so I can check!" The examiner pried open my mouth and began to inspect it.

"Very good, now swallow it and spit it out."

I did as instructed. This part was the hardest in the oral sex test: regurgitating semen. To learn this skill, I was whipped more than a dozen times by the trainer before I mastered the trick.

"Very good, you passed the oral sex part. Next is the second part of the test."

Cleaning the master and the human chair were tested at the same time. The examiner straddled my face, with his anus directly in front of my mouth.

"The test is about to begin, 7259." As soon as he finished speaking, with a "plop," a clump of runny feces accurately landed on my face.

"7259, clean the master's anus clean within ten seconds."

I moved my tongue very quickly, licking the examiner's anus clean in an instant, as if I had just taken a shower.

"Very good, 7259, you passed. Tomorrow I'll send you to the auction house." The examiner slapped my buttocks hard as a reward.

The day before being sent to the auction house was the most comfortable day for a slave.

If the slave failed to sell at auction and became unsaleable goods, they would be sent for re-education surgery and sold to farms in the countryside. If even farms and ranches didn't want them, they would be taken directly to the slaughterhouse and made into canned goods.

For the slave center, failing to sell slaves that passed the center's inspection is also a blow to its reputation. Therefore, from the center's perspective, they will do everything they can to promote their slaves. Slaves about to be sold are moved from the shared training rooms to individual rooms, their training collars are replaced with ordinary collars for sale (slaves trained to this point are completely enslaved, so there's no need to worry about escape), and the original steel buckles are all replaced with silver ones. Furthermore, they are served by dedicated staff for bathing and eating, and the center provides various beauty and body care services to ensure that every slave can be sold and fetch a good price. After the finishing touches were completed, I was sent to the printing room for the final branding procedure. The red-hot branding iron was deeply embedded in my tender white buttocks, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh. I shuddered slightly; the burning of the branding iron gave me a sweet pleasure. I reached down and touched my crotch; it was completely wet. Such a reaction would never have occurred before entering the slave center.

Actually, I didn't choose to be a slave willingly. My parents back home were drowning in debt, and creditors came to our door every day with their men to collect. My close boyfriend ran away in fear when he learned of our family's debt. My father was even beaten. We were so poor we couldn't even afford our next meal. My mother, desperate, happened to run into slave traders from the provincial capital. A few large bills and two chickens were all it took to sell me. I don't blame my parents; after all, we were poor. If selling me could improve our family's financial situation, I would have been willing. But I was too naive. I never imagined that being a slave would be so lowly and degrading. After being thoroughly "trained," I was seen as even lower than pigs and dogs, no longer considered human; and my status as a human being was erased the moment I was registered as a slave.

Chapter Two: Domestic Slave

The auction was a bustling affair, with thousands of political and business elites from all over gathering, all with the same goal: to buy a good slave.

Slaves were sold packaged in transparent plastic bags; once opened, the purchase was considered complete. Therefore, selection was purely visual. The slaves trained at the slave center underwent rigorous training and selection. Before leaving the factory, the center conducted thorough examinations to ensure the slaves were healthy, offering customers a seven-day trial period for returns or exchanges. As a result, the center maintained an excellent reputation, with a satisfaction rate of 97%. Only a very few extremely picky customers would return or exchange a slave.

My ample breasts quickly attracted the attention of buyers, and nine people immediately bid. In the end, the highest bidder won, and I was purchased by a refined-looking gentleman wearing glasses. The salesperson quickly packed me into a cardboard box and placed me in the buyer's suitcase. My life as a slave had begun.

The new master was a high-ranking bank executive from a well-off family, who already kept several female slaves. It wasn't that the master was lustful, but rather that it was the social trend—the more slaves one kept, the more respected one was; hence, the master bought them one after another.

The master unpacked me, took out a tape measure to measure my length and measurements, and then shouted, "Rong'er, bring me a size M uniform!" A soft, smooth voice replied, "Yes," and a naked female slave ran over with a garment.

Only when she got closer did I have a chance to take a good look at her. Her jet-black, glossy hair wavy across her shoulders and neck; her thick eyebrows were fine and not coarse; her watery eyes darted around; her full lips were slightly pouting, and her cheeks had a natural rosy hue. Looking down, her soft, white breasts stood firmly erect, the clasps on her nipples gleaming in the light.

"Rong'er, didn't I tell you to wear clothes?" The master shook his head helplessly.

"Rong'er didn't dare forget Master's orders, but Rong'er was cleaning the kennel just now and was afraid of getting the uniform Master gave me dirty, so I took it off." Only then did I notice that Rong'er's genitals were red and swollen, and a few drops of white fluid were dripping out. Rong'er replied in a trembling voice, looking afraid of being punished.

"This is the new slave we bought today, you can call her Fu'er. Fu'er, if you have any questions, feel free to ask her. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Who will serve you tonight?" The master left Rong'er and me aside and went straight to the room.

"Reporting to Master, Xiang'er will serve you tonight." Rong'er answered respectfully. "Hmm, then you're done, go down." The master walked into the bedroom without looking back.

I quickly put on the uniform. Actually, this outfit was just a small apron, barely covering the lower body, while the two breasts on the upper body were completely exposed. Rong'er quickly explained the situation to me.

"Our usual work at home is very simple, just cleaning the environment and pleasing our master." Rong'er said with a smile.

"There were originally six slaves here, but with you, there are seven. Let me introduce you to them." Rong'er gently tugged at my nipple ring, gesturing for me to follow her.

I followed her to a small brick house. Although it was called a small house, compared to the training room in the slave center, this house was quite large and spacious.

"This is where we rest." Rong'er's body trembled slightly as she took out a key from her honey pot and skillfully turned the doorknob. Three people sat on the floor in the room, their empty eyes showing no reaction to me as I entered.

"Sisters, this is the master's new female slave, named Fu'er. You must get along well with her." Rong'er said with a sweet smile.

"Let me introduce you. Starting from the left, the one with short hair is called Ping'er, the one in the middle with glasses is called Shuang'er, and the one on the right is Hui'er. There's also Xiang'er, who's about your age, but she's serving you tonight, so she's not here."

I immediately lay down on my back facing the ceiling, spreading my legs into an M shape, completely exposing my pink genitals. This action among slaves represents 100% obedience.

Although slaves are the lowest class in society, there are still ranks among them. I don't know the hierarchy among male slaves, but among female slaves, there are usually one or two who are particularly favored by their masters; and they have greater power among the slaves, sometimes even able to order around lower-ranking slaves, or directly become assistants to their masters in training slaves. As a newcomer, I am naturally the lowest-ranking slave.

"The newcomer is quite well-mannered, let's get along well." Ping'er crawled over on all fours, gently biting the clasp on my clitoris. This gesture signified approval, meaning she had accepted me as her new companion. Shuang'er and Hui'er then crawled over and gently bit me.

"Then you two explain the details of the work to her, I'm going to get busy." Rong'er quickly turned and walked away.

"Excuse me, sisters, what am I supposed to do here?" With unease about the new environment, I felt my timid voice trembling slightly.

"Then let me explain the rules to you." Shuang'er pushed up her glasses, a gesture that reminded me of the teacher in my village when I was a child.

"First of all, the master's orders are absolute. No matter what you are doing, you must serve the master immediately when summoned." I nodded. This was perfectly natural, practically the most basic requirement for slaves. A slave who couldn't do this probably wouldn't pass the center's test and be sold.

"The daily work is cleaning the environment, and other tasks are done in shifts, like cleaning the dog kennels and serving the master." Shuang'er took out a notebook from the cabinet behind her, marked some symbols, and handed it to me.

"This is your work schedule. Take it and keep it safe." I respectfully accepted the book, but I didn't know where to put it.

"Oh right, you can use that cabinet." Ping'er pointed to a dilapidated iron cabinet by the wall, which looked like it had been left behind by the previous slave.

Slaves are subjected to large amounts of drugs during training to control their physique, thus maintaining their beauty for a long time. However, if they displease their master, they are often either sent to be reformed and sold to farms to raise pigs, or sent to ranches to produce milk, or, worst of all, sent to slaughterhouses to be made into canned human flesh. The previous owner of this cabinet must have committed some wrongdoing…

“Excuse me, ladies, is there another lady?” I counted on my fingers again and again: Rong’er, Ping’er, Shuang’er, Hui’er, Xiang’er, plus myself, there are only six, one is missing.

“Oh, the last one is the toilet, don’t bother with her.” Ping’er said with a disgusted expression.

“She was the previous user of that cabinet. She deliberately didn’t take the medicine to get pregnant with the master’s child. When the master found out that her belly was big, the master was very angry. The day the child was born, the master cooked and ate the child. She was also stripped of her name and demoted to part of the toilet.” Hui’er, who had been silent all along, also spoke up.

Generally, slaves' diets included contraceptives and medications to prevent sexually transmitted diseases; unless the slave became pregnant by the master's will, she was not allowed to bear his child. For slaves, giving birth to their master's child represented a rise in status; slaves with their master's children were the most favored and even had the chance to escape slavery and become ordinary people.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the toilet." Ping'er took my hand and led me to a secluded corner in the courtyard.

"Look, it's right here." Ping'er pinched her nose and pointed to the hole in the ground. I looked in the direction she pointed and almost vomited. The woman's eyes had been gouged out, her limbs cleanly severed at the root, and her body was covered in excrement; she looked incredibly gruesome.

"I'll demonstrate how to use this toilet." Ping'er straddled the woman's face, gave a soft "hmm," and a string of hard objects mixed with the stench emanated from her. The woman happily ate the excrement, moaning with lingering pleasure.

"You slut, hurry up and lick it clean." The woman obediently licked Ping'er's anus, which was covered in feces, and quickly cleaned it.

"See? It's very simple to use. This slut is meant to be used like this." Ping'er said disdainfully.

"I'll take you to the kennel. Rong'er is cleaning the kennel today." Ping'er grabbed my hand and ran towards the kennel. From afar, I could hear Rong'er's soft moans.

When I got closer, I saw a large black wolfhound riding on Rong'er's buttocks, its penis mercilessly thrusting in and out of her tender vagina. Rong'er's pink genitals were red and swollen from the dog's penetration. Looking at Rong'er's slutty appearance being fucked by the dog, my lower body involuntarily became wet as well.

"Excuse me, sister, is this also part of the job?"

"Yes, this dog is the master's beloved pet, his name is Johnny. When it's time to clean the kennel, in addition to the basic cleaning, I also have to take Johnny for a walk, and when Johnny wants to do it, I have to remember to lift his buttocks so that Johnny can release."

So that's the reason for the white, cloudy fluid that Rong'er had leaked from her lower body earlier!

Ping'er carefully explained the details of the job to me, and then led me to the kitchen.

"Generally speaking, we slaves can't eat before the master finishes eating, and we must serve the master our meals." Ping'er wiped the counter with a rag while pointing to a cardboard box in the corner and said to me casually.

"Those are the things we eat." I looked in the direction she was pointing, and the cardboard box was full of canned feed.

The food given to slaves cannot be the same as that given to their masters. If a master allows a slave to eat the same food as him, and it is discovered, the master will be fined by the government. Slaves have their own special food, which is mixed with all sorts of drugs, including aphrodisiacs, sensitivity enhancers, antibiotics, hormones, and so on.

As part of the after-sales service, the slaves' food is delivered from the center to the master's home. After eating a little, I returned to my hut to wash up and rest. Slaves don't have beds; they can only sleep on the floor. I spent my first night in this new environment.

The next morning, while I was sleeping soundly, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my breast, followed by a barrage of whippings.

"You've already learned to slack off since you're new here! Get up and get to work!" Rong'er glared at me angrily.

Rong'er was the first slave the master bought and his favorite; therefore, Rong'er was considered a manager among the slaves.

"Yes, Fu'er knows she was wrong, please punish Fu'er." I immediately knelt before Rong'er, sticking out my buttocks to receive the punishment. Rong'er whipped me haphazardly a few times, and several bloody welts immediately appeared on my fair buttocks.

Rong'er said with satisfaction, "Alright, seeing that you're new and don't quite understand the rules, I'll forgive you." I quickly put on my uniform and began my day's work. I

hurriedly ran into the master's bedroom, where Shuang'er and Hui'er had already helped the master get dressed. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the girl slumped on the bed. I thought it must be Xiang'er! Judging from the semen overflowing from her mouth and private parts, the master must have slept very well last night.

However, a female slave serving the master cannot get up later than the master. I gently pinched Xiang'er's nipple, hoping to wake her up. Xiang'er shakily got up, and when she saw the master, Shuang'er, and Hui'er in front of her, she turned ashen-faced and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Xiang'er shouldn't have overslept. Please punish Xiang'er, Master."

"Alright. Considering you served very well yesterday, I'll forgive you for this little mistake." Fortunately, the master was in a good mood after waking up and didn't get angry.

"Shuang'er, Hui'er, what's breakfast?" the master asked loudly.

"It's already prepared, Master." Shuang'er grunted and took out a peeled hard-boiled egg from her private parts. Hui'er also took out toasted bread and perfectly fried, fragrant bacon from the food cart behind her.

"What about drinks?" the master asked Hui'er while eating.

"Yes, please enjoy milk tea, Master." Hui'er took out a white porcelain mug from the food cart and filled it eight-tenths full with black tea. Then she began to squeeze her breasts, and white milk quickly spurted out. In no time, the fragrant milk tea was ready.

Hui'er had a very beautiful figure. Her curves were obvious, and her slender waist, paired with a shiny navel ring, made her incredibly beautiful.

The master drank it down with great satisfaction, smacking his lips as if still wanting more.

"Hmm, who should I take to work today... Fu'er, I'll go!" The master thought for a moment and quickly came up with an answer.

Shuang'er and Hui'er quickly helped me change my clothes. The attire for female slaves when going out is fixed. They must wear a collar and gag, a leather training outfit that exposes their breasts and vulva, and three-inch open-toed high heels. Then, an electric vibrator is inserted into their private parts and anus to secure them.

For female slaves, being taken out by their master signifies affirmation, because people compare the slaves they bring with them. The slave is the master's face. However, people usually like to show off their new purchases, and this applies to female slaves as well.

"I'm going out now, you all have to be good."

"Yes, Master." Under the watchful eyes of the female slaves, the master led me out to work.

Slaves are not allowed to act in the same way as their masters. If the master walks, the slave can only crawl; if the master rides in a car, the slave must pull the car. With fossil fuels exhausted, transportation has become as primitive as possible.

Generally speaking, if the strength of a slave is counted as one horse's worth of labor, it would take at least four horses' worth of labor to pull a cart; if male slaves are used to pull the cart, only one or two horses are needed, because male slaves are stronger and the cart can be pulled faster.

I crawled obediently behind my master. Almost every commuter on the street was accompanied by a female slave. In this society, taking a slave out was as natural as taking a cell phone; people enjoyed comparing the slaves they owned.

My master's workplace was close to home, a standard good job with high pay, low workload, and proximity to home.

"Good morning, Minister," a beautiful woman in a suit greeted my master with a smile.

She looked like my master's subordinate or colleague. In this era of extreme male power, it was already remarkable for a woman to become a bank clerk. Most women could only stay at home to raise children and do housework; the better ones worked as shop assistants. Working in a bank was something I couldn't even dream of.

"Is this a new slave, Minister? I've never seen one before," the woman glanced at me sideways, a slight, contemptuous smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, a new one," my master said, adjusting her glasses.

"How much did you pay for it?" the woman began to inquire about the price.

"One hundred thousand yuan," my master replied calmly.

"What?! The minister actually spent 100,000 yuan on this kind of scum? Isn't that overpaying?" The master just chuckled twice and didn't reply. I was a little angry at the woman's arrogance, and turned to look at the master, only to see him with a meaningful smile.

"This woman's arrogance only lasts until now, just you wait and see." A mischievous child's expression flashed across the master's face.

Chapter 3 The New Slave

Accompanying the master to work was hard work. Besides giving the master blowjobs to relieve work fatigue, if the master got uncomfortable sitting in the chair for too long, the slave had to immediately act as a human chair so the master could work comfortably. Time passed quickly, and it was lunch break time.

At this time, four burly men rushed in. The leader had a face full of scars and looked like someone not to be trifled with.

"Sir, are you here on business? It's lunch break now, please come back after work in the afternoon." The woman said lazily.

"Yes, we're here on business. And we're here to ask you for business." The man said with a fierce look in his eyes. The man pulled out a dozen or so receipts from his pocket, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted, "Lin Tingting, your two million yuan debt is due today! Are you going to pay it back or not?"

The entire bank fell silent. The woman named Tingting panicked, frantically trying to signal to her master to intervene. Her master, however, pretended to be asleep, reclining on me, watching the spectacle with half-closed eyes.

"Could you give me a few more days? I'll pay it back as soon as I get paid!" Tingting pleaded incessantly. The burly man, seemingly used to such scenes, remained unmoved.

"We've already investigated how much you earn each month; it's not even enough to cover the interest. But I'm not heartless. Just sign this document, and your debt will be wiped clean." The man pulled a contract from his pocket. The words "Slave Contract" were clearly printed on it.

Ah! I recognized this paper immediately.

"No, no, I won't sign!" Tingting screamed hysterically. She knew all too well what her fate as a slave would be.

"Things are no longer yours to decide. You have two choices: sign it or become a breakwater on the beach. Choose one," the man said coldly. As if they had been told beforehand, the guards remained unmoved and made no attempt to interfere.

"I don't want to die... but I don't want to sign either..." Tingting's earlier arrogance had completely vanished, replaced by a heavy sense of powerlessness.

"Then pay back the money!" The man slammed his hand on the table again.

"But... but I can't pay it back." Large tears welled up in Tingting's eyes, making her look utterly pitiful.

"Stop being so pedantic and make a decision." The man pulled out his pistol, clearly about to lay his cards on the table.

Tingting was clearly stunned by the gun, and hurriedly said, "I'll sign! I'll sign!" She rushed to get her pen, but when she saw the line "I hereby relinquish my rights as a human being and erase all data," she hesitated. Her hand trembled, and

she couldn't sign. "I can't stand this fuss," the man said impatiently, pulling out an inkpad and pressing it onto Tingting's finger, leaving a bright red fingerprint on the contract.

"That's it, isn't it?" The man smiled with satisfaction. Tingting was quickly stuffed into a large sack and carried out by several men.

The leader approached and smiled at his master, "Sorry for the trouble. After the training is complete, we will personally deliver her to your residence." The master smiled with satisfaction.

Three months passed after that incident. I later learned from Rong'er that this was a scheme the master had planned long ago. The master had long coveted Tingting and wanted to marry her, but his efforts were thwarted by her proud personality. Later, the master learned that Tingting had financial dealings with underground banks, so he paid a large sum to conspire with them in this scheme. I imagine Tingting, with her personality, must have had a very difficult time in the slave center!

"Mmm, oh, Master, you're so good! Rong'er, Rong'er is going to cum!" Rong'er straddled the master, swaying her hips wantonly, the sounds of their bodies colliding filling the air. The master grabbed Rong'er's breasts and kneaded them vigorously. Milk quickly spurted from her small nipples.

"Rong'er's milk is the best," the master said, sucking hard on Rong'er's nipples.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master," Rong'er said, thanking the master for his praise while still struggling to move her body.

Ping'er, Shuang'er, and I, pinned below, were filled with envy and jealousy. My master has recently developed a liking for sleeping on human mattresses, so my nightly duties are no longer just about sleeping with him. Besides the female slaves who serve him and provide for his release, three more have been added to serve as mattresses.

"I'm going to cum!" I felt my master convulse, and his scalding semen poured into Rong'er's vagina. At the same time, Rong'er reached her climax. The mixture of vaginal fluid and semen sprayed everywhere, and a few drops landed on my face.

"Fu'er, go lick Rong'er's vagina clean." My master got up, flicked my clitoral ring, and the bell attached to it jingled. I stuck out my tongue and licked both my master's semen and Rong'er's vaginal fluid clean. Long years of slavery have completely turned me into a bitch born solely for lust. The distinctive fishy smell of semen ignited the lust within me. As I licked, I felt as if my whole body was on fire, my vagina already soaked and awaiting the insertion of his penis. Ping'er and Shuang'er weren't idle either, the two of them hungrily grasping their master's penis, sucking and licking. In the eyes of us bitches, every drop of semen was a sweet nectar, not a single drop could be wasted.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" The doorbell of the mansion suddenly rang.

"Looks like the ordered goods have arrived," the master said with a sinister smile.

The longer I served my master, the more I felt that he was no ordinary person. He never showed his emotions, but his rewards and punishments were always outwardly clear. When we slaves served well, the master was never stingy with rewards (usually by fucking us hard again); when we displeased him, the merciless whip never spared a few lashes, sometimes even adding candles or electric shocks as side dishes.

The master recently converted an unused guest room into a training room, complete with a rocking horse, various restraints, an obstetrics and gynecology examination table, and all sorts of interesting "little toys." My favorite are the small steel needles. Every time one pierces my breast, the pain and pleasure overwhelm my senses, and for a moment, my mind goes completely blank—it's incredibly pleasurable.

Just then, Hui'er, the receptionist, rushed in, panting, carrying a large cardboard box.

"Master, this is the package that just arrived. I've already stamped and signed for it."

Hui'er's fair breasts swayed with her breathing. I could clearly see two meticulously crafted nipple rings, adorned with small diamonds, embedded in her pink nipples, swaying and sparkling with her movements. A pang of jealousy flashed through my mind; I hadn't changed my nipple rings in a long time. If a woman's ring represents her status, then for a female slave, nipple rings are no different.

I glanced down at my nipple rings. They weren't bad, actually; intricately carved with gold wire, set securely on a silver base. In fact, if we were just comparing breasts, I'd rank quite high among the slaves in the household, probably only behind Rong'er and Hui'er.

"Hui'er, open it." The master handed Hui'er a craft knife, and she struggled to cut the sealing tape. Opening the box, a beautiful and familiar figure came into view. Long, reddish-brown curly hair, full, rounded cheeks, high, firm breasts, a perfectly proportioned waist, and those flawless, long, white legs—who else could it be but Lin Tingting?

Unlike before, the proud confidence that once shone in her bright black eyes had vanished, replaced by a lustful, servile, empty gaze.

"Hahaha, Lin Tingting, you've finally met your match!" The master laughed hysterically. It wasn't that I couldn't understand the master's thoughts. Cases of unrequited love turning into hatred are numerous throughout history; the master's situation is merely an extreme example.

I noticed a piece of paper tucked inside the box, picked it up, and read it aloud.

"Dear customer, we are deeply grateful for your continued patronage after purchasing our products again. Due to the highly rebellious nature of the material, we have adopted a completely new manufacturing process. We hope you enjoy using it. Based on your requirements, we have not applied any piercing, tattooing, or branding to the material. If there are any problems with the product, please contact our customer service hotline. Thank you." I was very interested in the section about the new manufacturing process.

"Ping'er, Shuang'er, Fu'er, help Hui'er take this newly purchased slave out of the packaging." The master quickly regained his usual composure, as if the outburst of madness from just moments ago had never occurred.

Rong'er, standing to the side, said in her sweet, cloying voice, "Master, you've bought another new female slave!"

"Yes, you all come and give her a name," the master said with a forced smile.

"How about Ting'er, Master?" Rong'er said with a grin.

"Alright, Ting'er it is. You lot, hurry up and carry this little bitch to the training room. I'm going to give her a good lesson." The master cracked his knuckles, making a series of snapping sounds.

We hurriedly carried Ting'er into the training room, placed her on the examination table, and strapped her with a belt. Ting'er remained silent, her empty eyes staring into the distance. Soon, the master, naked, walked in, carrying a barbed whip and a fountain pen. I had never seen a barbed whip before; the master had always used ordinary whips on us.

The master picked up a pen and wrote two large characters on Ting'er's stomach: "Bitch." He then took a tattoo needle from a nearby plate and slowly began to tattoo. Tattooing should be painful, but Ting'er remained expressionless, as if nothing was wrong; however, I noticed a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, indicating that her sense of pain hadn't been numbed.

Next, the master took out a specially made clitoral ring, its structure resembling a safety pin. He rubbed Ting'er's clitoris a few times, and the little red bead immediately swelled with blood.

"Not bad sensitivity," the master said, forcefully piercing the clitoral ring, and a few drops of bright red blood immediately splattered out.

The master then took out two very large nipple rings, about the size of a cow's nose ring.

"Little bitch, these cow nose rings are most suitable," the master said, wiping them haphazardly with an alcohol swab before forcefully stabbing them with a thick steel needle.

Ting'er's nipples were light brown, with slightly large areolas topped with small, granular bumps, and tiny milk ducts visible in the center. Just as the nipple rings were pierced, her master squeezed hard, causing white milk to mingle with red blood, creating a beautiful pinkish liquid.

"Mmm..." Ting'er groaned softly, as if enduring something.

Looking at her face, I saw pain, pleasure, resentment, and joy—a myriad of emotions displayed on her face. I guessed she hadn't undergone the final test before leaving the factory, hence the extra emotions she carried. The reason she wasn't tested was probably because the final test involved branding.

Slaves who pass the test, when receiving punishment (or rather, a favor) from their masters, only show joy, happiness, and enjoyment; no other emotions appear.

"Kill me...please kill me," Ting'er seemed to regain her senses and began to plead desperately.

"Little bitch, you think you can die so easily?" In that instant, I seemed to see murderous intent flash across my master's face.

"Turn her over." We hurriedly untied Ting'er from the table, then bound her with leather ropes into a doggy-style position, placing her in front of our master. Our master picked up the pen again, this time writing the three large characters "meat toilet" on her buttocks. Knowing our master's intentions, we quickly picked up needles and pricked her. In no time, the thick, black tattoo was complete.

"Fu'er, light the brazier." I hurriedly lit the fire, and the entire room turned a vibrant red in the firelight. Our master picked up the branding iron and heated it over the fire until it was glowing red. Actually, I envied Ting'er's buttocks; they were smooth, delicate, without blemishes or pimples, and her anus was a lovely pink. The thought of such a flawless buttock being branded with the mark of a slave filled me with immense excitement. With a sizzle, the aroma of charred tender meat was as tempting as bacon grilling on a hot plate.

"Waaah..." Ting'er sobbed. I didn't know if she was crying from physical pain or from understanding her terrifying and tragic future. The only thing I was certain of was that she wasn't a qualified slave.

Perhaps for the master, the pleasure of personally training slaves was greater than toying with us, the slaves who had already been trained?

Especially since the object of training was this woman he had once been unable to have.

"Open her mouth."

Ping'er and Shuang'er immediately took out a gag and fixed Ting'er's mouth in place. Her mouth was wide open, and clear saliva dripped down continuously, looking lewd and vivid. The master took out a pair of pliers used for repairs and began to pull out Ting'er's teeth one by one. Fortunately, Ting'er had been given medication and had a high pain tolerance; but even so, by the time the master had pulled out all her teeth, Ting'er's face had long since lost its color, and her mouth was full of red, sticky blood.

"Now we've created a blowjob hole with a feel comparable to a vagina, hahaha!" The master laughed with satisfaction.

"Then, Master, let's try it out right away," Rong'er encouraged. The master's penis was already warmed up. The hard, hot rod was making intense piston-like movements in Ting'er's mouth. After dozens of rounds of thrusting, the white, cloudy holy water finally gushed out, exploding into one milky white firework after another in Ting'er's mouth.

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