[The life of a female slave who takes turns serving her master each week]

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My master is a teacher who teaches foreigners to speak Chinese. His students are all sorts of people, young and old, from all
over . My master has a small two-story building; upstairs is his and my bedroom, and downstairs is my studio. I
am a prostitute. I charge high prices and rarely take walk-in clients. I keep the tips, and the money goes to my master. The clients are all found by
my master ; they are all his students. From Monday to Friday, I have regular clients; on Saturday, I take walk-in clients; and on Sunday,
I focus on serving my master.

My clients are all quite strange, but fortunately, over time, I've figured out their personalities,
and we work together relatively well. Every day, I get up at ten o'clock, eat something, and start getting ready, preparing according to the client's needs for the day
. By then, it's afternoon, and I go downstairs to wait for the client. The client usually stays for three or four hours,
leaving before my master comes home from work. I cook. When my master comes back and eats, he takes out a leather whip, ties me up,
and hangs me in mid-air, listening to me recount in detail what I did that day, how I did it, and any new ideas I had.
If the master was pleased, he would whip my left buttock; if he was angry, he would whip my right. Finally, he would check which side
had more whippings. If the left side had more, the master would reward me by making me lick his manhood or fuck my ass. If the right side had more,
the master would fuck my anus hard, making me scream.

Monday, German. Tuesday, Englishman. Wednesday, Frenchman. Thursday, Irishman.
Friday, American. I never accepted Japanese men; the master said if I secretly accepted one, he would
tear to pieces and throw me into a ditch.

Monday

, German. Monday was a German man. Around 40 years old, tall and robust, a
rare handsome man. Every Monday afternoon at 2 pm, he would arrive on time, carrying a bottle of red wine and a rose.
On this day, I couldn't eat anything; I had to strip naked before 2 pm, spread my legs as wide as possible, and stick my buttocks
high in the air, lying face down on the ground.

The German opened the door—regulars always have keys—and had to see my backside first, or he'd go
crazy . When Germans go crazy, they're like devils; I experienced it once and never dared mess with him again.

He came in, put down the red wine, put the roses in the vase, and went straight to a table in the corner where
I had prepared the enema kit. The German was very clean; he would give me four enemas each time, first with glycerin,
then with a mild vegetable and fruit detergent, and finally rinse six times with water. After eight enemas, I was almost
collapsed on the floor. But this was just the beginning. This time, the German inserted the enema kit deep into my anus,
then opened his red wine bottle, carefully poured the entire bottle in, and sealed it tightly. The wine was ice-cold, and my stomach
felt like it was weighed down by a giant iceberg. Then the German went back to the sofa and beckoned to me. I
crawled over very carefully, as if I could hear rumbling in my stomach. I crawled up to the German man. He picked up a
newspaper and started reading. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. What I hated most about him was that
after staring for so long, it was still limp eight out of ten times! I could only put that limp thing in my mouth,
bury my face in his golden pubic hair, and slowly tease it, trying to wake it up. Once it really got hard, I stopped
hating him: his thing was the most magnificent and beautiful I had ever seen. 22 centimeters long, white and
strong , with a bright red tip! Always clean, without a trace of odor. I sucked it,
stroked it, and licked it gently, trying to make him feel good, but without ejaculating.

After an hour, he put down the newspaper, and I quickly spat out his penis and carefully crawled away. He
took out a rubber tube with a cone-shaped stopper at the end, and the tube went through the stopper.

That's when my real test began. He slowly pulled the plug out of my anus, and I had to
tense my muscles to prevent a single drop of wine from spilling! The German then inserted the conical plug with the tube inside, and
I could only breathe a sigh of relief when I felt the plug was completely blocking my anus. The other end of the tube was inserted into the wine bottle, and I
slowly stood up, hearing the warmed wine gurgling into the bottle. Generally, after a bottle of wine is poured
in, only about half of it flows out; the rest has already been absorbed by me! So by this time, I was already
quite "drunk. "

The German returned to the sofa and sat down. I swayed as I got up to get him a wine glass
and a bundle of rope. He first tied me up tightly, like a dumpling, and made me kneel at his feet, then slowly
sipped the wine. At this point, I had to use my mouth to take off one of his shoes, then his socks. I continued to give him oral sex, and he
would hold the glass in one hand and pull my hair with the other, using his bare foot to stroke my vulva.

He kept going until he finished the whole bottle of wine. His face was flushed pink from the alcohol. He grabbed my hair with both hands and
pulled it back, then sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward, and thrust his penis into my throat! I moaned,
saliva and tears streaming down my face. This time he wasn't playing around; he was really going at it, thrusting and thrusting! Each thrust
involved pressing his pubic hair against my face to count, all the while he was yelling and cursing.
After about 100 thrusts, he yelled, pinched my face hard, and pulled out his penis,
spraying a large amount of semen all over my face. At this point, I had to scream, as if I'd been slaughtered, for him to be satisfied. He
slumped onto the sofa, and I stuck out my tongue and licked the semen off my face. He
watched me lick his semen like a dog, unable to reach it, and then he laughed wildly, very happy. After I finished licking,
I leaned over and licked his penis clean for him. He stood up, taking a moment to gather his strength. I had to straighten my upper body,
my breasts protruding from the ropes, my nipples trembling slightly. I opened my mouth wide. The German,
holding his penis in one hand, gushed out a large stream of urine, both pungent and fragrant (the smell of alcohol). I swallowed hard, but
he wouldn't urinate properly, swinging his hands up and down and side to side, soaking me in urine while laughing.

After the German finished urinating, of course I had to clean him up properly. He straightened his clothes and dragged
me, bound tightly, back to the center of the floor. I raised my buttocks high towards the door again. The German picked up the empty wine bottle
and thrust it hard into my wet anus! I screamed, sometimes even fainting. Half the bottle protruded from
my anus, the narrow spout pointing upwards. The German picked up the rose from the vase, put it in the wine bottle, and
left. I had to maintain this position until my master returned. If I accidentally lowered my buttocks...
The roses would slip out of the bottle. If my master returned and saw the roses on the floor, I was
doomed that night. He wouldn't stop until I was beaten black and blue. And that night, I could only drink his
urine. If I was lucky, and my master happened to need to defecate that night, I could eat half my fill; if he didn't
, I would go hungry all night. So no matter what, I had to keep my butt sticking up high, waiting for my master to return.

When my master came back and saw me like this, he would laugh so hard he almost fell over, cursing the German as he came
over , bang! pulled the bottle out, and dragged me to the mirror room. It was a very small room
with mirrors on all four walls. I lay on the floor, and in the mirror in front of me, I could clearly see the big hole in my back. My
buttocks had been pulled inside out, red and raw, with a big black hole in the middle,
constantly oozing fluid.

On

Tuesdays, that old Englishman liked to whip my buttocks with a leather whip, a plastic ruler, or a bamboo stick. He would call an hour early
every time . I would answer: "Hello."

"Youbitch!"

"Yes, Sir."

The Englishman would then say, "I'm your daddy" or "I'm
your master," "I'm your headmaster,"... This was his way of telling me
what to do that day.

I would say, "Yes, daddy" or "Yes, Sir." If I
was in a good mood that day, I would add, "I have been waiting for our
annual daylong."

The Englishman would then say, "Here I come, you luttisbitch!"
and immediately slam the phone down.

I would then start getting ready. I dressed myself up as a cute little daughter, a maid in a lace hat and apron,
or a high school girl in a school uniform skirt. I kind of hated this Englishman and found these roles annoying: all he
wanted to do was pull down my pants and spank me, why all the fuss? But I always dressed up perfectly and waited for him.

One time, things went terribly wrong! He said on the phone, "I'm your son, bitch."

I was so confused. What was going on? Why did this old Englishman want to be my son? Was he going to punish his
lewd mother? But how old was this old man's mother? Even if she were naked and bent over in the street, no one would want to touch her.
But I'm a professional prostitute; I have to listen to my clients. I quickly got dressed. Good

heavens! Who could have known? The old man said "sun," not "son"! This illiterate man was referring to the sun god,
so naturally I should dress up as the valiant moon goddess! Imagine this: this usually dignified old
Englishman , covered in feathers, wearing a towering metal hat, his pectoral muscles, buttocks, and
heavy penis exposed, opens the door and sees his mother, with her white hair and nightcap, wearing an old-fashioned long dress and glasses,
sitting on the sofa knitting!

He screams in agony and collapses to the floor, wishing he could disappear into the ground. I froze
for a moment , then immediately realized! Oh my god, what have I done! I'm doomed. I dropped my sweater and glasses and
rushed over, kowtowing: "Sorry! Sir! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry
..." But that only made things worse.

The Englishman kicked me hard, reached out to grab me, then pulled back as if burned, shouting, "Take it off!
Take it off now!" Of course, I'll just translate what he said in English. I trembled with fear, quickly ripped off
my wig, and ripped off my skirt in a few swift movements, leaving me only in a red bra, thong, and stockings. The Englishman was furious
, his eyes blazing. *Smack!* He slapped me to the ground, pointing at me and yelling, "You pig! You bitch!
You dare insult my mom! She's an aristocrat! You slut!" He kicked me as he yelled, making me roll around on the floor.
"How dare you insult my mom! I... my mom, would she wear such lewd underwear? You... you..." He was
so speak. I just screamed
and begged for mercy. The old Englishman, tired of kicking me, finally collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily. I was covered in bruises, crying as I crawled to the corner, biting
a bamboo stick on the floor. I crawled back and placed it at the old man's feet, then crawled back to the corner, burying my head between my knees, crying,
sticking my buttocks high in the air, and pulling my underwear down to my thighs.

After a while, I heard the old man approaching with his bamboo stick. I couldn't help but tremble; I could feel
the flesh on my buttocks throbbing.

There was no sound, and I didn't dare move, straining my ears to listen. Usually, the old man would start with a light lash
, gradually increasing the force. But this time, it was unpredictable!

*Crack!* Without any warning, the bamboo stick came crashing down! I yelled and jumped
up ! I quickly lay back down and shouted, "One!"

*Crack!* Another lash! Right next to the previous one, I howled again, crying out,
"Two!"

*Crack!* The old man had gone mad this time, not stopping for a second, and then another lash! "Ah!!!
Three, three!"

*Crack!* *Crack!* *Crack!* *Crack!* ... I counted up to 82, but the old man showed no sign of stopping. Suddenly, *crack
!*, the bamboo stick snapped! The old man cursed, "You bastard! Spread your asshole open!" I weakly
reached out , oh my god! How could I dare touch my buttocks? They felt like two burning coals! Helpless, I gritted my teeth and spread
my anus open, sweating profusely from the pain, my buttocks no exception. The sweat seeped into the wounds, it hurt like hell!!! I
trembled as I spread my anus open and said, "Reporting, sir, the bitch has spread her asshole open." The old man cursed again and shoved the remaining
bamboo stick into my anus! "Ahhhhhhh!" I burst into tears, howling so hard I couldn't breathe.
This damned old man at least had a conscience; he used the end of the stick. If he had used the broken end, I wouldn't be alive today
!

I huddled in the corner, crying, for at least half an hour, until I heard the old Englishman approaching. He pulled
the stick out of my anus, dragged me by the hair, and, holding a leather whip in one hand, pulled me to the sofa. He sat down,
his erect penis standing right in front of me, which startled me. This old man had always been impotent; I had never seen him this
strong before! The old man seemed excited too, and *slap!* slapped me across the face, then shoved that thing into my mouth.
I immediately began to fawn over him, licking, swirling, sucking, and applying the whole set of techniques. But what was going on? I
was horrified to realize that this thing was getting softer and softer in my mouth! Could it be? I looked up at him in surprise
. The old British man had just lashed his back with a whip, and he was utterly enraged, his face contorted with embarrassment. He pulled it out
, and sure enough, it was limp again! The old man had completely lost face today! He threw me to the ground.

"Strip it all off! Strip naked! Lie down!" the old man practically roared. I quickly took off my bra, trembling
as I pulled down my underwear and socks, and lay on the ground. The old British man was always very gentlemanly; he never wanted me completely naked
. He was only interested in my buttocks. Today, however, he had broken his fast. The old man, furious, raised the whip and began lashing me indiscriminately!
After about thirty or forty lashes, he suddenly reached out and scooped me up, throwing me onto the sofa. I screamed in pain.

The old man ignored me completely, rushing over to me. I looked, and he was erect again! The old British man pounced
on me and started thrusting. I quickly lifted one leg and guided him with my hand. Sure enough! He actually got in. The old man was incredibly excited
, thrusting hard with all his might. I moaned and pretended to climax. But after less than ten thrusts,
he ejaculated! The old British man slid off me dejectedly. I hadn't even had time to react—
how did he get out? It was so inexplicable! I knelt down, straddling the old man's face. He lay there, his mouth facing my
penis. Semen slowly flowed from my penis, and the old man swallowed it all. I felt both pain and a desire to laugh! This
was all my master's doing. He promoted traditional Chinese medicine to the old man, saying that semen contained treasures, and from then on, the old British man
didn't waste a single drop.

Wednesday, the Frenchman… I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I didn't know if I loved him a little or was just a little tired of him. This
Frenchman was young, about my age, maybe 24 or 25. He was tall with soft,
light blonde curls that reached his shoulders. His large blue eyes were as gentle as a lamb's.

On Wednesday morning, I lazily got up, ate something, and then took a warm bath, sprinkling flower petals and
adding the finest essential oils to the water. I emerged from the bath, smelling sweetly, and meticulously groomed every inch of my skin,
giving my hands and feet a hot wax treatment, trimming my nails and toenails, and applying his favorite deep red nail polish. Then
I sprayed his favorite perfume—Poison—on my hair roots, wrists, behind my ears, pubic area, and ankles. I didn't like the
smell; I thought it was too strong, but he liked it, so there was nothing I could do.

Then I might wear something, or I might wear nothing at all, or I might be wrapped in leather from head to toe, or I
might just wear a chastity belt. I held the keys. I could do whatever I pleased. As for shoes,
sometimes I wear heels over ten centimeters high, sometimes military or police boots, sometimes a pair of exquisite hand-embroidered red silk shoes,
sometimes crystal slippers, and sometimes I go barefoot.

The Frenchman also calls in advance. His Chinese is strange, very soft: "Hello, it's me, I can come
now ..."

I always slam the phone down before he finishes. That means: okay.

I hide somewhere. Bedroom, stairwell, kitchen, balcony... anywhere, grab
a watch.

I start timing as soon as I hear him open the door.

When the Frenchman enters, he first places a dozen flowers he brought on the table, then immediately begins
to change his clothes . I have all the "clothes" he needs to change into piled on the floor.

The Frenchman must strip naked as quickly as possible, then fasten black leather belts around his wrists and ankles, tightly
put on a dog collar with seven gold bells, wrap the chain around his neck,
insert a leather whip with a loose tail into the collar, and crawl on all fours.

Then he has to find me. Now he's not human anymore, but a curly-haired French dog. The French dog crawls around
the rooms, barking all the while.

At first, he didn't know how to bark, which was hilarious. The first time he crawled at my feet, he opened his mouth and said, "Woo
uah! Woo uah!" which made me laugh so hard I sat down on the floor.

I said, "I don't care how you French dogs bark in France, but now in China, you have
to bark like a Chinese dog, understand, you dirty dog?" It took an hour to teach him how a French dog should
bark in China, but his back, buttocks, and thighs were already bruised and battered!

If he can't find it downstairs, he'll come upstairs. He can't walk up; he has to crawl up on all fours!

The French dog crawled into the bedroom and immediately saw me naked, leaning against the bed, my long hair casually draped over my shoulders,
one leg stretched out, the other bent, my fragrant pussy right in front of his face. The French dog
barked , but only dared to glance at my outstretched foot before quickly turning his gaze to it. He crawled over and
eagerly licked it, sucking on each toe. He only stopped when I kicked him away and he slowly sat
up .

I checked my watch and said, "Ten minutes."

It took the French dog ten minutes from entering the room to appearing before me. Six lashes per minute;
I'll punish him with sixty lashes later.

The French dog used his front paws to untangle the leash from his neck and handed it to me, also pulling off the whip and handing it to me.
Then he turned around, spread his legs wide, and stuck his rear end out towards me, forcefully spreading his anus with his front paws. Ah,
the French dog's anus was as beautiful as his face: the skin around it was only slightly pinker than normal,
the pale golden anal hair lay obediently, without a speck of dirt. Not only did it not smell bad, but it even smelled like CK men's
cologne ! I sat on the bed, my left leg dangling off the edge, and casually played with his penis from his side
. It was already hard and burning hot. I took a small dildo,
applied a thick layer of lubricant, and slowly, firmly inserted it into his anus. He twitched, and I
casually gave him a whack with the whip. The French dog barked and froze. I
swirled the dildo around in his rectum to ensure all the lubricant was applied. I took it out, then grabbed a thicker
one, applied lubricant, and inserted it again. He started groaning softly. After doing this three times, I took
the whip the French dog had given me. It was a specially made whip, the handle of which was an incredibly thick dildo!
—Only my Irish boar could have something that thick.

I carefully applied lubricant to the dark brown dildo, slowly saying, "A black guy wants to
fuck you, French dog!"

The French dog barked painfully, its mane trembling with humiliation. I lashed him again with the whip, and he looked up
, trembling as he cried out, "Yes, Queen, please, let my black master fuck my asshole!"

This time I showed no mercy, aiming for his anus and thrusting in hard, like a rape!

"Ahhhhhh!" The beautiful French dog collapsed to the ground, his buttocks trembling uncontrollably. I placed both
feet on his back, gently stepping on him, and lightly scraped his buttocks with the whip. Under this comfort,
he would recover quickly. The whip used to fuck his anus contained a metal cord that could be shaped at will.
I rolled it up, making it into a dog tail.

I gradually put my strength into it and stood up on his back! He struggled to stay steady, kneeling and elbowing on the ground,
slowly shuffling towards the door. I stood naked on his back, holding the leash in one hand and the whip in the other. We
continued like this until we reached the top of the stairs. I slowly sat on his back, draped my legs over his neck, and wrapped them around his neck.
He carefully carried me downstairs to the sofa. I sat down. The French dog
barked gratefully, retrieved a pair of high heels from the shoe rack, and helped me put them on with his mouth. Once I was dressed,
I kicked him to the ground and went to the table to look at the flowers he had brought me.

I love flowers, and I have a rule that the French dog must bring a different kind of flower every time he comes, twelve stems in total. He can't repeat the same flower twice
. If I like the flowers he brings, I reward him; the highest reward is that he's allowed to lick my genitals.

For example, last time, he brought a dozen blooming white lilies, my favorite flower! That day I was wearing
silk briefs, and I sat on his face. The French dog used his front paws to support my buttocks and stuck out his tongue to lick
my briefs!

"Ahhhhhh!" I couldn't help but moan. He became even more excited, using his nimble tongue to find
my clitoris through my underwear, licking it until it bulged, then suddenly sucking the underwear into his mouth! I couldn't bear the
stimulation , and felt my vagina contract in waves, a gush of hot fluid gushing out.

He cried out, releasing my clitoris and greedily sucking my juices! My underwear was completely
soaked , and I yelled, "Take it off!" I lifted my buttocks off his face, and he hurriedly and clumsily pulled down my underwear,
only one leg off, the underwear still hanging on my thigh. He impatiently brought his mouth to my anus!
My anus was right on his nose, and he vigorously licked, poked, sucked, and gently bit, his nose rubbing against my anus
, once even poking in a little!

That time he licked me until I had three orgasms, and finally I collapsed, urinating and releasing vaginal fluid together.
He covered my labia with his mouth and swallowed both liquids with gulps! A little bit still spilled on the ground.
I rolled off his face, panting heavily, feeling dizzy, as if I were floating. The French dog
immediately rolled over and lay down, licking the urine off the ground with slurping sounds…

If I didn't like the flowers she gave me, I'd pull his tail out of his anus, stuff a dozen flowers inside, whip him
mercilessly , and then put the whip back in!

Once, something went wrong.

That day he brought me a bouquet of chrysanthemums—flowers for the dead! I was furious and whipped him mercilessly! He
rolled around on the ground, begging for mercy.

*Crack!* Another lash came down, and he yelled. I was terrified: I'd struck him in the face! I
'd broken the rule ! We had a rule that no marks could be left on the face, neck, or hands; otherwise, the customer
could refuse payment. But this lash was too severe; a red welt rose from his left cheek to his neck!

The whip fell to the ground. My mind was buzzing; I didn't know what to do. I knelt down with a thud,
trembling, and said, "I'm sorry, sir! I deserve to die!" I kowtowed

repeatedly. The Frenchman crawled over and helped me up, muttering something urgent. I looked up, and he groveled,
pressing my hand to the wounds on his face, licking my fingers with his tongue: "Master, I am not your guest,
I am your dog. If you are a prostitute, then I am the dog of a slut!" His tears rolled onto my hand! I
hugged him and cried loudly. That day, I never abused him again; I made love to him.

Today, before I even reached the table, I froze, filled with anger and fear, trembling all over! —On the table
was a dozen deep red roses! Each one looked as if it had just been taken from the bottle I had stuck in his anus
!

I went mad; I wanted to shove the dozen roses into his anus as before, but... This
French dog is my guest! Those thorns on the rose stem would surely pierce his guts!

Enraged, I raised my whip and lashed him indiscriminately, crying and screaming, "You filthy French dog!
You dare mock me! You bastard! You disobedient, lowly dog!"

Poor, handsome French dog! He was completely terrified, utterly bewildered by this storm.
But he saw my tears. He stared at my tears with such pain, then simply knelt down to receive
my whipping!

I whipped him until he was covered in welts, but still wasn't satisfied. I threw down the whip, rushed into the equipment room, and retrieved a set of
metal mesh hoods, gloves, and underwear. This metal mesh was very fine and thick, yet
flexible and breathable. I ordered him to put on the hood and gloves, and the metal mesh underwear. I took out a roll of wide
duct tape and firmly secured these three items to his body, leaving no gaps. Then I took out a brush and
a large bottle of fine honey. I smeared honey all over his body, led him out the door, and ordered him to kneel in the flower bushes
!

It was early summer, and soon a dozen bees had swarmed around the French dog. He couldn't see them, didn't know
what on him, and twisted his body in fear! This terrified the bees, who thought he was going to harm them, and
they began to sting the French dog frantically!

The more the French dog howled and rolled around, the more bees it angered!

Almost half an hour passed before my anger subsided, and I dragged the half-dead French dog back inside.
I put him in the bathtub, rinsed off the honey, dirt, and dead bees, and then removed the tape and his
hood.

The French dog was deathly pale, hissing softly, his head covered in cold sweat. His beautiful golden hair clung
to his face as if it had been washed, making him look utterly pitiful! He looked at me timidly, his mouth moving for a long time before he finally managed to say
, "Master, please don't be angry anymore, okay?"

My heart ached! Looking down at his body closely, I was shocked to find that almost all the exposed skin was...
One inch of unblemished skin was covered in whip marks and bee stings! Large, swollen welts stretched across his body,
making him bloated. I truly regretted it! Even a real dog couldn't endure this kind of torture, let alone
a dog with a full coat of fur. A French dog only has a few thin chest hairs; how could that possibly stop a swarm of ferocious bees!

I hugged him, kissed his face, and felt his warm tears again…

On Thursday, of the five regulars at the Irish restaurant, I loved this Irish boar the most. This
big, bearded fat man was always so cheerful, carefree, like a child.

He never called ahead, never distinguished between morning and afternoon, and would show up at any time.
The first thing he did upon seeing me was pounce on me and have his way with me! He didn't care where I was, what I was wearing, or what position I was in; he
just did whatever was easiest, ejaculating first. After he was done, he would happily hug me and kiss me indiscriminately,
leaving my face covered in spittle.

Not knowing when he'll come is the most troublesome thing.

One morning I dreamt I was being raped, and when I groggily opened my eyes, I saw him kneeling in front of me,
lifting one of my legs, and wow! wow! He was going at it hard!

Another time, I waited and waited, until past 6 pm, but he didn't come. I was extremely disappointed, thinking he definitely wouldn't come
today , so I went into the kitchen to start cooking. The range hood was humming, and I had no idea
when he came in. He silently walked behind me, suddenly grabbed me, and with a loud laugh, slammed
my head down on the cutting board! I screamed in fright, turned around, and saw it was him, then relaxed: "What time is it? You
still know to come!"

He grinned, didn't argue, and hurriedly lifted my skirt up to my back. Of course, I wasn't wearing underwear! He
rushed in like he was catching a train and started raping me. My head was pressed to the side on the cutting board, my hands supporting me on the counter, bent over
as he raped me. He yelled loudly as he reached down and tore open my clothes, my breasts popping out!
He grabbed them, one in each hand, and began to knead them vigorously, his large belly rubbing against my back. I
yelled excitedly too, rubbing my vulva with my hands, and soon I ejaculated!

His actions were like a storm, quick and intense, and in about ten minutes he ejaculated
into . He stood up, panting, while I remained bent over, raising my buttocks slightly. Because the Irishman
didn't like me letting his semen flow out, I had to wait until it all flowed into my uterus before standing up. Suddenly ,
there was a knock at the door, and the Irishman's face changed: "Damn it! The teacher's back, I have to run!" He jumped onto the windowsill,
opened the window, and ran away, more agile than Sammo Hung!

Hearing the noise, the master came into the kitchen and saw me sprawled out, naked from the waist down,
masturbating with one hand, my breasts swaying in mid-air, my face pressed against a pile of minced meat on the cutting board, covered in
lard and scraps of meat!

It was raining today. It was past three o'clock, and he still hadn't come. Suddenly I heard the door open, jumped up to greet him, but as soon as I
opened it , a large wolfhound rushed in! I screamed in fright and fell to the ground with a thud, my skirt being lifted by the wind
, exposing my buttocks wide open!

The Irishman stopped the dog, and when he saw my buttocks, his eyes lit up, and he called out "Baby!" and pounced
on me . I kept glancing sideways at the dog, feeling no pleasure whatsoever!

After huffing and puffing as he finished, the Irishman stood up and ran to the table to eat the cookies
and cake I had baked for him. I wouldn't stand for it! I yelled at him, "You idiot! How could you bring a dog in like that!"

That was the Irishman's dog; he took it everywhere. He knew I was afraid of dogs, so he always tied it up at the door before
coming in. How could he bring it in this time? And without a leash!

"Don't be angry, baby!" the Irishman grinned. "It's raining outside, poor Bobby, all
alone out there! Don't worry, he's very well-behaved!"

I looked at the dog; sure enough, it was lying motionless to one side, its ears drooping. When it saw me looking at it, it wagged its tail
eagerly . I felt a little relieved.

I need to explain our game routine. Every time he comes, we have a "greeting gift," and then, like
a couple in love, we eat and drink together intimately. He never leaves until he's finished a bottle of whiskey,
playing all sorts of silly games like two kids, having a blast.

But he also has a terrible temper! Every time we play, somehow I manage to piss him off. When he gets
angry like a terrifying tyrant, his face turning ashen, roaring like thunder. He grabs me like a little brat,
tugging at my waist under his armpits, lifting my skirt, and grabbing whatever's nearby to beat my bare bottom! He beats
me until I scream and cry, snot and tears streaming down my face.

The things he uses to beat me are incredibly varied; so far, they've included his hands, a wooden board, a tennis racket, a ping-pong paddle, a belt,
slippers, a clothes rack, a toilet plunger, a book, a curtain cord, a large comb, a TV remote…

After a good beating, he throws me on the ground, sullenly goes back to eating his desserts and drinking his wine.
I have to come up with all sorts of new ways to make him happy, to make him laugh. Once he's in a good mood, he'll beat me again,
then kiss me and go home.

These "new ways" are driving me crazy! He likes novelty and doesn't like repetition, but where can I find
so many fun ideas? Once I repeat the same old routine, he pouts and says I'm uncreative! Damn it!
Where's the creativity? Luckily, his sex drive is so strong he can't even control himself, so usually, if I can
coax him into putting his penis in my mouth, he'll surrender nine times out of ten. Uncreative? Fine! Or,
masturbating in front of him is a good method; this Irish boar can't resist that.

But today, things are really messed up!

The Irish boar sat at the table eating cake and said, "Baby! Get me some wine!"

I smiled and went to the wine cabinet, taking out a bottle: "Look, I'll change things up for you today!" He
likes new things in everything else, but this is the only thing he drinks—he only drinks one brand, refusing to touch anything else. Luckily, the last time I went
shopping, his favorite brand was out of stock, so I bought another one, even more expensive than his! Let him
try something new.

But as soon as he saw the bottle, his face changed instantly, he flipped the table over, and
slapped me across the face!

The bottle flew a long way, and I landed on the ground, unable to move!

The Irishman was furious. He spun around twice, looking for something he could grab, but couldn't find anything. Suddenly...
He stormed into the kitchen, and when he came out, he was clutching a spatula!

He grabbed me, cursing and twisting my hair, shoving my head towards his crotch. He clamped
my neck tightly between his legs, and I clung to his thighs, bent over, my buttocks sticking out in front of him. I
opened my mouth and cried out behind him.

He pulled up my skirt, exposing my white buttocks, raised the spatula high, and slapped it down hard!

He didn't know how to spank properly; he was just doing it to vent his anger, not a professional spanking. Compared to the old
British man, who was a professor, he was like a kindergarten kid. He often hit the same
spot thirty or forty times, sometimes one side was already bruised, while the other was still white. This random beating caused me even more pain!
I screamed and kicked my legs.

Finally, he threw down the "spamming iron," the Irishman spread his legs, and I fell to the ground. He turned and sat in
his chair , glaring at me.

这回他气得比哪次都凶，我从他揍我的力度就看出来了。我心里叫苦，他如
果真生气了，一般都软硬不吃，别打算把他哄好！

果然，我爬过去摸他的裤子，他抬手一巴掌把我扇倒。我又试着舔他脚，他
竟然拿两个脚趾夹住我的舌头狠狠一拧！我惨叫一声赶紧退开。我抬起一条腿，
站在他面前手淫，一边发出浪叫。这简直是我必杀计，可是他脱下袜子，团成一
团塞进我嘴里，把椅子一转，背对着我！

我沮丧死了，趴在地下呜呜地哭。

忽然我觉得身后有什幺热乎乎的东西在拱我屁股！我扭头一看，啊！！！竟
然是爱尔兰佬的那条狼狗！我吓得噌一下跳起来，害怕地往后躲。袜子把我嘴塞
得满满的，我只能发出嗯！嗯！的声音来。

The wolfhound looked at me with remarkably docile eyes. Suddenly, it sprang to its feet. Ah! It was a male dog; I
could see its penis was erect! It stood for a while, then lay down, gently wagging its tail while staring at
my penis and licking its lips incessantly.

I calmed myself and immediately had a good idea.

I deliberately made a lot of noise, and the Irishman, unable to resist his curiosity, finally peeked at me. I
didn't even glance at him, quickly stripping off my clothes and shoes, leaving only his sock in my mouth. I turned my back
to the wolfhound, lay down, spread my legs, and began masturbating incessantly. Soon, my juices flowed
down . I smeared them all over my buttocks. Then I moaned softly and wiggled my hips.

The wolfhound slowly approached, and I felt its cool nose press against my penis, sniffing it carefully.
Then, it actually stuck out its tongue and licked my labia! A dog's tongue is much thicker than a human's; I shuddered, and
my juices flowed even more profusely.

The wolfhound became aroused! He suddenly climbed up behind me, his two front paws gripping my
back —it hurt like hell! I endured it, reaching behind me to grasp his penis and guide it to my anus.
He thrust it in immediately! I groaned dramatically.

I turned to look at him; he was arching his back, pumping in and out, his tongue lolling out,
panting heavily .

A dog's penis is much hotter than a human's, like a hot potato going in and out of my anus!

The wolfhound pumped faster and faster, and I felt the base of his penis slowly bulge! I quickly used one hand to wedge
the base, preventing him from going in too deep—I didn't want the wolfhound to insert that thing!

The Irishman had long forgotten his anger, staring wide-eyed at us, then chuckled and clapped his hands loudly!
He saw me keeping my hand between my legs and the dog's, and knew I was trying to stop it from going in. He laughed as
he walked , straddled my neck, bent down, and pulled my hand out from behind my back,
placing it on the ground like the other hand, elbow in the ground, and stepping on one of my arms, immobilizing me! I screamed in terror,
but by then, the dog's bow tie had already swelled up! I tried to tighten my muscles, not let him
in ! I just wanted to please the Irishman, I wasn't born a bastard! But the dog's movements became faster and faster,
each thrust the warm bow tie rubbing against my labia! Ugh... I was dizzy, tilted my head back and
groaned , my muscles loosened, and the large bulge slid into my vagina with a plop!

I wanted to scream but couldn't! The dog was now triumphant, its entire belly pressed against my buttocks, thrusting harder into my vagina
!

Mmm... Mmm... I was sweating profusely from being fucked by the dog, my socks were soaked with saliva, and
it was down my chin.

That big bulge inside me continued to swell, rubbing my flesh hard with every thrust.
Ohhhhhh ... No man is so strong, so thick!!!

I fully cooperated with my dear wolfhound, swaying my breasts wantonly!

The Irishman was also aroused! He let go of my arm, stepped in front of me, hurriedly pulled out his
penis , grabbed my hair, pulled off my socks, and shoved it into my mouth! The Irishman's penis wasn't long,
but it was incredibly thick!

I frantically sucked on his penis. Every time the dog nudged me, I nudged it back, making it thrust all the way in
, until the Irishman's penis was completely exposed in my mouth; as the dog pulled back, I lunged forward until
the large bulge was about to break free from my penis, then I swallowed the Irishman's thing whole, slamming my face into his
black pubic hair! The Irishman screamed, I hummed, and my dog barked excitedly!

I had already had three orgasms when the Irishman suddenly sped up, convulsing and ejaculating a large gush of semen into
my mouth! I swallowed it all and spat out his penis. I couldn't clean up the remaining semen for him anymore, because
the dog was thrusting faster and faster, and I couldn't control myself; I was sure I would bite the Irishman. The Irishman was more
excited than ever; he slumped into his chair, staring at us without blinking.

With nothing in my mouth, I tilted my head back and groaned loudly with pleasure!

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly something even hotter began to spray out! I knew, my dog
had started ejaculating! I gave it my all, and the dog kept ejaculating large amounts of semen. I could almost hear it
splashing into my uterus!

After he finished, the dog continued thrusting, but at a slower pace. I felt that large bulge gradually
shrinking, and I was actually a little disappointed…

Finally, the dog went completely limp, slipped out of my vagina, and turned to leave.

I lay on the ground, unable to move.

Suddenly, the Irishman grabbed my thigh, lifted me up, and started bouncing me around!
Terrified, I clung tightly to his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist, and yelled, "Are you crazy! Put me down!!!"

He bounced me around for over ten minutes before finally setting me down and placing me aside, then grinning and saying
, "Look, baby!"

I saw white liquid splattered all over the ground! This Irish lunatic, apparently he didn't like
me having dog semen inside me, so he bounced it all out!

The Irishman grabbed my hair, dragged me over, and pressed my face to the ground, saying, "But this is all good
stuff, nutritious, don't waste it!"

I was both angry and amused, so I lay on the ground, frowning, and licked up every last drop of dog semen.

Stimulated by the dog, the Irishman was unusually vigorous today, and he went at me twice more: once in my anus,
once in my vagina, until I was completely limp, before finally stopping.

Before leaving, he peed in my mouth, then told me to lie down against the pillar and brought the dog over. The dog raised one
hind leg, put it on the pillar, and its penis was right in front of my mouth, then…whoosh…a stream of hot, steaming dog pee.

I gulped it down, sticking out my tongue to clean the dog's thing, but the silly dog thought I
was going to bully it, raised its paws and scratched several red claw marks on my breasts, then turned and left with the Irishman
.

Friday, American.

I've always looked down on Americans. It's not that I'm jealous, Americans are uncultured! They only know technology, not
art. SM, something deep in the soul, do they even understand it? Look at their SM films, it's all technical work, and
the female slaves even have time to smile stupidly at the camera while being punished, idiots!

My current client is the second American I've taken in. The first one only lasted a month before being
fired by his master—too unimaginative!

He was a fairly ordinary American man. Every time he came, he'd greet me with the standard "academic" equipment
: gag, collar, metal chain, handcuffs, and shackles. Then I'd crawl down, and he'd pick up a wooden paddle that looked like a cricket racket and
start hitting my buttocks: whips and paddles—that's the difference between British and American culture, ridiculous, ridiculous.

After that, he'd replace the gag with duct tape, wrap my whole body in black tape, and hang me in mid-air with a metal chain. Then he'd put on
nipple clamps, labia clamps, a vibrator, wax… just like all American stuff, varied
and grand, but never quite hitting the mark! Every time I was with him, I felt no different from a living prop,
utterly boring!

My master was tired of him too and quickly sent him away. Now, it's this guy, still an American. He's
come twice already, and today is the third.

This American looks like a god, with a strong, well-proportioned physique, not an ounce of fat on his body! He
's always expressionless, except when he's having sex with me; he never yells or screams, as calm as a block of iron. Such an
excellent master! But I still look down on him.

Because he's a black man. Ha, my Friday guest is a black man!!!

I despise black men, even if he's handsome, he's still a lowly black man, how can he compare to white men?
Besides, he doesn't seem like a capable person, it's been two weeks, and I haven't seen him do anything amazing
. But I was wrong again! This time, the American black man taught me a good lesson, and from then on, in
front of him, my eyes only dared to show reverence and obedience, my head was only fit to rest at his feet!

The American black man entered the house, and everything proceeded as normal. After gradually abusing me for a while, his penis grew
large. The black man pulled my hair and pressed my face against his penis, I had no choice but to open my mouth and lick his
penis , but I didn't want to. The black man had a beautiful penis, thick and shiny, black with a reddish tinge, so perfect
that it almost didn't look like a real penis. But no matter what, it was still a black man's penis!

I sucked for a while, and the black man got excited. He spread his legs and stood motionless on the ground, grabbing
my hair with both hands and violently pulling my head back and forth. My face slapped against his stomach, making me
see stars . While he was doing this to me, he tilted his head back and shouted, "Ohhhhhhbitch! Blo
and slut!" I found it funny, but I didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Finally, the black man ejaculated, shoving me aside and sprawling on the sofa, muttering, "Blonde
and bitch!"

I couldn't hold back any longer and said mockingly, "Sir, I'm just an Asian, not some blonde
! You want to play with blondes..."

I said disdainfully, and the clever black man immediately guessed the unspoken part: "You want to play
with blondes ? You don't deserve it! Black man!"

He glared at me, biting his lip tightly, leaned down, grabbed my collar, and lifted me
up : "What did you say? Bitch!" His voice was deep and cold.

I shuddered and forced a smile: "I was just saying, sir, I didn't say anything..."

Before I could finish, the black man slapped me several times! If he hadn't been holding my collar, I definitely would
have collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The black man growled in a low voice, "Bitch! Who says a bitch can laugh in front of her master? You
bastard!"

I was dazed from the beating and could only cry, "I'm sorry, sir!"

The black man sat on the sofa and sneered, then suddenly said, "Fine, bitch, today your master will
show you what a real bitch is." He stood up, kicked me aside, and went to make a phone call. His
voice was very soft and fast; I didn't hear what he said.

About 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang. The black man immediately went to open the door.

I looked up and saw a black woman in a silk dress standing outside! She held a chain in her left hand
and a shiny leather whip in her right. She entered, immediately went over, knelt down, and kissed the black man's outstretched hand,
then stood up. The black man gently kissed her forehead.

Ah! Then something rolled in from outside… I think it was a dog; she had a dog leash around her neck, the
other end of which was in the black woman's hand. She was practically dragged through the door, tumbling and crawling, and quickly scrambled to the black woman's side,
groveling and licking her high heels.

The Black woman looked up, handed the dog leash to the Black man with both hands, and whipped the dog again: "Go see
your master !" Then she presented the whip to the Black man as well.

The dog immediately crawled to the Black man's feet, tilted its head, pressed one cheek to the ground, wagged its tail frantically, and
barked obsequiously. The
Black man raised one foot and stomped hard on her face, grinding it back and forth a few times, then kicked her away. The Black man sat down on the sofa, threw a cushion at his feet, and the Black woman sat on the cushion, pressing her face against his
thigh. The dog obediently crawled over and lay prostrate on the ground. The Black man lifted both feet, placing one on her
head and the other on her buttocks.

Then the Black man whistled at me.

I was stunned.

This dog was truly a beautiful blonde! Her hair—or rather, her mane—was golden and curly,
flowing down her back. Her attire was exactly the same as mine: a leather collar, bare lower body, wearing only a pair of black
high heels and a black tight leather vest. The vest was completely bare in the back, but closed off in the front, with only two
round holes that fully exposed her breasts. Her breasts were more than twice the size of mine,
glistening white against the black leather jacket, with pink nipples! My skin is considered fair by Chinese standards, but
compared to hers, it was simply unbearable.

We both had a fluffy dog tail inserted into our anuses, curled upwards. The white dog's tail was
white, mine was yellow.

The white dog's back, buttocks, and thighs were covered in crisscrossing whip marks, some new, some old.

I crawled over like a fool, feeling like I was dreaming. I looked at this beautiful white dog again and again, feeling that she surpassed me a hundred times
in way! What did I have to compare myself to her with? I was already
incredibly lucky that my black owner hadn't abandoned me; how could I have been so foolish as to dare to look down on him!

I crawled over, filled with regret.

The black owner lifted his foot off the white dog, and the white dog immediately crawled into the black woman's lap and lay down. The black woman smiled
and played with her pink nipples while watching her owner train the new dog.

I crawled to the black owner's feet, imitating the white dog, tilting my head to the side, sticking my butt up high, and
wagging my . The black owner chuckled softly, then stomped hard on my face. I couldn't help
but cry out, "Ah!" *Crack!* A whip lashed my back! I quickly bit my lip!

The black owner ground his black foot back and forth on my face. I held back my screams. *Crack!* But another whip lashed me!
I'd forgotten to wag my tail!

"Start again!"

I turned my head, turning my other face upwards. The black owner stomped down again!

I cried as the black owner stomped on me.

"Go see the mistress!"

I didn't know how to see the mistress. As I stood there, stunned, the white dog shrank back from the black woman's lap
, crawled up properly, and turned to give me a kind smile. "She's so beautiful!"

The white dog stretched its mouth forward. Ah! The black woman smiled lazily, spread her legs, and lifted her
dress , revealing she wasn't wearing any underwear. She must have given birth to more than one child; her labia majora and minora were a large, dark
mass protruding from her crotch!

The white dog respectfully lay down, sniffing like a dog before eagerly licking the black woman's
labia . The black woman moaned as she stroked the white dog's golden mane.

After a while, the black woman grabbed the white dog's fur, pulled it aside, and gestured for me to come over!

My face flushed red: I had never licked a woman before! I was momentarily stunned when, *crack!* A whip lashed
my buttocks! I quickly crawled over, forcing myself to move!

I imitated the white dog, crawling between the black woman's legs and lowering my head. I sniffed first—ah,
a unique scent of a woman's genitals mixed with perfume wafted towards me! I didn't dare delay and quickly stuck out my tongue to lick.
The black woman had been licked by the white dog for a while, and she started to leak fluid. I licked her gushing fluid and had no choice but to swallow it!
I first licked each of her labia majora and minora, then went to find her clitoris. Good heavens !
I was shocked; her clitoris was already protruding from
her foreskin, a full centimeter long! My goodness, is this a woman?! I kept circling her clitoris with my tongue, and the black woman groaned
loudly 　　above my head, pulling my black mane and pressing me

down.
I buried my head between her legs, opened my mouth, and sucked on her clitoris rhythmically! "Ah
... 　　Suddenly I heard a loud bang, then a muffled thud, and those hands were gone. I guessed the black master had kicked her away. Then the black master grabbed my collar from above, lifted me up, and threw me aside, tossing down another strange object. 　　Apparently, the black master couldn't stand the black woman's aroused state. He went over and kicked her, and she immediately got up with a fawning smile, leaned on the sofa armrest, and lifted her skirt herself. The black master grabbed her buttocks from behind and thrust into her hard! I heard the black master slapping against the woman's buttocks, making a slapping sound, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed down my face without my noticing! What's so good about this black woman! I'm sure she's already incredibly loose down there. 　　The black master seemed to know what I was thinking, glanced at me sideways, and shouted, "What are you looking at? Yellow dog! No matter how useless she is, she's still my sex slave, you're just a dog!" I slumped to my knees, speechless. 　　The white dog crept over quietly, hugged me face-to-face, and licked my face with her tongue. My face was scratched from where my owner's foot had crushed it, and she kept licking it, so I didn't feel any pain anymore. She hugged me tightly, her large, white breasts pressing against mine, my nipples sinking into hers, and her nipples sinking into mine ! I couldn't help but moan softly. 　　The white dog rubbed her neatly trimmed pubic hair against my thick pubic hair. Ohhhhhh, I felt like I was about to ejaculate . She suddenly stopped and picked up the thing her owner had thrown on the ground. It turned out to be a double-headed rubber dildo, very elastic. 　　The white dog turned and lay down, her buttocks facing me. I could clearly see her small, plump vulva. She...

Her anus was also very cute, like a little chrysanthemum, with a layer of fine hair around it. I couldn't resist licking it!
The white dog turned around and smiled, handing me the dildo. She used her two fair and slender hands to spread her labia majora, and I
saw her small, pink labia minora gradually open, revealing a tiny opening! A little bit of fluid was flowing out.
I slowly inserted the rubber dildo, and she slowly bent her buttocks back, quickly inserting it almost halfway in.

I also turned around, approached her buttocks, and inserted the other end into my penis. We tried it out first and
quickly gained a tacit understanding! We crawled on the ground back to back, moaning and moving,
slapping our buttocks against each other! I looked down and saw that both my and the white dog's breasts were shaking wildly!

Over there, the black master had already ejaculated inside the black woman's penis, and the two of them were lying on the sofa watching us.

After a while, the black owner checked his watch, stood up, and suddenly yanked the leash hard. "Ah!" I
was pulled out of the dildo by the black owner! I was almost hanging in the air. I fell heavily to the ground! The white dog
's head also hit the ground, its buttocks facing upwards, the double-headed dildo still stuck in its vagina!

The black owner told the black woman to take off her skirt. The black woman was completely naked, her large breasts the color of chocolate cake,
full and drooping down to her waist. The white dog and I were also stripped of our clothes, and the three of us
were naked.

The black owner herded us into the mirror room and ordered the three of us to kneel in a row.

"Look up!"

I looked up, and ah! In the mirror, I saw three naked, beautiful women, one white, one
Asian, and one black, all lying on the ground in the most shameless posture, legs wide open, buttocks raised high. From
the reflection in the mirror behind us, I could clearly see our vaginas, of varying depths, all slightly open, dripping with white fluid!
Our black master, draped in a purple cloak, his heavy phallus hanging low, stood beside us, whip in hand!

He raised the whip and began to lash us one by one, lecturing us as he did so: "Men are
the masters of this world! All women are dogs! There are no black women, white women, or yellow women, only black dogs,
white dogs , and yellow dogs!"

He lashed each of us twenty times, then stopped, saying, "Today, the black dog and the white dog didn't need to
be beaten , but to teach the yellow dog a lesson, I have to beat you both too. Black dog, stand up."

The black woman stood up shakily, and the master handed her the whip, pointing his chin at me and the white dog: "
Black dog , give them back the beatings you received."

"Yes, master!" The black woman took the whip and began to lash the white dog hard! The white dog cried out the
count, and I trembled with fear!

After counting to twenty, the black woman turned around, and *crack! crack!* Each lash landed on my back! I loudly counted,
"One! Two!..."

After twenty strikes, the black woman respectfully handed the whip to her black master. This time, she knelt behind him and
crawled forward to his crotch. The black master straddled her, his heavy penis resting on her head.

"White dog, stand up." The white dog responded, quickly getting up and standing with her hands at her sides.

"Give her back the beatings you received."

"Yes!" The white dog took the whip, spread her legs, and stood directly in front of me, beginning to whip me! Each strike
landed on my back from a different angle, the tip of the whip always accurately piercing my buttocks!
The pain made me contract my anus in waves! I hadn't expected the white dog to be such a whipping expert; I respected her even more!
As loudly counted, I secretly glanced at her vulva. I saw her pink vulva twitching incessantly,
streams of clear fluid flowing down her snow-white thighs! Ah, so whipping aroused her!
I found myself getting wet without realizing it…

The white dog whipped me forty times, then stopped, bent down to kiss me, turned and knelt, handing
the whip ; it was already stained with blood. The black master said with satisfaction, “Very good, now I will reward
you.”

The black master stood up and told the three of us to bend over side by side, hands on the ground. The black master started with the black dog,
inserting her magnificent penis into her vagina from behind! With each thrust, the black dog loudly counted.

After twenty thrusts, the master pulled out her penis. The black dog straightened up, turned and knelt down, all four paws on the ground, watching the master
reward the white dog next.

The black master went behind the white dog and inserted it. The white dog also happily loudly counted! After forty thrusts, the black
master pulled out her penis again. The white dog let out a reluctant whimper, turned and knelt down, sticking out her tongue to lick the master's
penis. The black master laughed and slapped her, then went behind me!

I had already guessed that the reward the Black Master was talking about was that for every lash I received, I would get one
thrust from him ! I had been lashed 80 times, so that meant I would get 80 thrusts, right? My heart pounded with excitement, and I felt
incredibly happy!

The Black Master held down my hips and thrust his huge, warm treasure into my wet vagina!
I groaned and loudly counted down!

The Black Master's thrusts became more and more intense, and I could hardly concentrate on counting! But in the heat of the moment,
"Eighty!"

As soon as I shouted "80," the Black Master didn't hesitate for a second and immediately pulled out his penis! Ahhhhhh,
I felt like my whole being had been pulled out by the Black Master, leaving me with an emptiness inside! Reluctantly, I turned around and knelt down,
lifting my buttocks, supporting myself with my hands, and looking up at the Black Master.

The Black Master let us stare at him hungrily, and he actually started rapidly stroking his penis in front of us
! We swallowed hard, our mouths half-open, our tongues sticking out.

The black mistress went faster and faster, finally letting out a groan as a large gush of white semen gushed out! The three of us scrambled
to catch it with our mouths! The black mistress was fair, shooting some onto everyone's face. After she finished, the two of them busied themselves licking
the semen off their faces. I was the quickest, and I rushed forward to take the black mistress's penis into my mouth, carefully cleaning it clean.
The black mistress smiled and stroked my hair.

We licked up the semen that had dripped to the corners of our mouths, but there was still a lot we couldn't reach right away. So we hugged each other,
licking each other's faces of semen until we had swallowed every last drop of the black mistress's semen.

To be continued

... That's all for now. There are two more chapters: Saturday and Sunday. I've already planned them out, but I don't have time to write them!

I'll try to finish them within two weeks. Thank you all again for encouraging this little girl~ :)

Infernal Affairs Note:

Thank you for your attention to this article.

I've always felt I should add the content for Saturday and Sunday, but the urge to write (or rather,
the urge to fantasize about masochism) has passed, and it's hard to get it back.

Especially since I had already written most of the content for Saturday, but then deleted it. Now, having to
reread something I've already written is just too much!

But one should finish what one starts, so I'll just write down the outline for Saturday for everyone to see
. The second half is more detailed, and the first half only has a binding segment; I'm too lazy to write the rest.

As for the content for Sunday, since it was just an outline before, I'm still somewhat interested in
writing it in detail.

Both sections contain very complex, Infernal Affairs original binding methods. I hope everyone will carefully understand the positions; they're
very interesting! But please don't imitate them, or you'll die! :)

03-06-08

Saturday Story (Randomly Written):

On Saturday, I pick up walk-in guests, and the host gives the guests the keys beforehand. Before the guests enter, I have no
idea who they will be.

Surprisingly, a Chinese person came that day. I had never hosted a Chinese guest before. Of course, I suspected he
might be Japanese or Korean, but firstly, the host absolutely couldn't give the key to a Japanese person, and secondly, the guest spoke fluent
Chinese , so I stopped doubting.

The guest carried a portable digital video camera and kept filming.

Then came a whole bunch of routine abuse, all of which was recorded.

Later, the guest wanted to tie me up.

I have long, thick, black hair, which was originally held up on top of my head with a hairpin. The guest removed the hairpin, and my
black hair fell down all the way to my buttocks. The guest carefully divided this hair into five strands, one large
strand in the middle and two smaller strands on each side. The guest tied the four outer strands to my wrists and ankles respectively, and then
secured each with a hemp rope. This made my whole body arch backward, lying on the ground. Although I had received the best
flexibility training since childhood, I still had to forcefully stretch my legs backward; if I relaxed even slightly, my hair would be pulled painfully!

That wasn't all. The customer grabbed another rope and tied my left elbow and left knee tightly together!

Ahhhhhh, I couldn't help but scream.

Without stopping, the customer tied my right side up in the same way.

Now, only my chest and stomach were on the ground, my head was tilted back, my knees and elbows were tightly bound to my sides, and
my hands and feet were behind my back, suspended by my hair, like a giant spider. My exposed genitals were definitely completely visible
!

The customer filmed this several times with a camera. Then, he grabbed the large tuft of hair in the middle of my head and tied it
tightly to a thick rope. This rope passed through a pulley on the ceiling, with the other end in the customer's hand.

Suddenly, the customer pulled the rope! Ahhhhhh, the pain was unbearable, and I couldn't help but cry out: I
was being hoisted up, hoisted up by a tuft of my own hair!

It was indescribable! Suspended in mid-air, I had to desperately stretch my legs back; my scalp felt like it was being torn off
!

Whoosh!

The customer suddenly lashed out with the whip! It struck my completely exposed vulva! I screamed and tried to dodge, but the moment
I moved, my head felt like it was being skinned alive!

*Swish!

* Another lash!

Soon, my breasts, lower abdomen, and vulva were burning hot. The customer showed no mercy, *smack smack smack!
* He lashed me over 30 times in one go! I hung precariously in mid-air, barely alive, when suddenly I felt a rush of heat from below
and heard a dripping sound. I strained to look down: Ah? I had lost control! I tried to control
myself, but the hot urine wouldn't listen, and in an instant, it soaked the ground.

The customer, caught off guard, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, casually lashing me a few more times while cursing
, "Slut! I'll teach you to be a slut to the fullest!" He then released the rope!

I fell to the ground with a thud, my swollen vulva soaked in urine, and I screamed like a pig being slaughtered!

The customer grabbed my hair and forced my face into the urine. I barely managed to stick out my tongue and
lick it all clean. Only then did the customer release me, drag me into the bathtub, and make me wash myself.

Then the customer took out a super short uniform skirt and ordered me to put it on. I put on the uniform skirt,
stockings, and high heels naked and went out with the customer. The customer had brought a small miniature camera.

The customer took me to a bus, which was almost empty. The customer pretended not to know me, stood next to me,
and kept harassing me. The male passenger next to me noticed. At this moment, the passenger sitting opposite me got off the bus, and the customer sat down.
The male passenger who had been eyeing me earlier came over to grope me. As he touched me, he discovered that I wasn't wearing underwear, and realized that
I wasn't a respectable woman. He simply lifted my skirt from behind, took out his penis, and started having sex with me from behind
! He also took out my large breasts with both hands and rubbed them wantonly!

Just as he was getting into it, the bus arrived at the station. My customer suddenly stood up, walked to the bus door, turned back and called out to me
, "Get off, you bitch!" and jumped off. I was startled and, ignoring the guy behind me who was having sex
with me , broke free and jumped off the bus! Only after getting off did I realize my buttocks were still sticking out.

It was a secluded bus stop, with green belts on both sides of the road and a small ditch. The customer crossed his arms
and said politely, "What should I do, miss? I don't have any money for the bus fare back."

I stared at him blankly, not knowing what he meant.

The customer said, "Taking the bus is tiring, I plan to take a taxi back. So, I need to ask you, miss, to earn
the fare." As he spoke, the customer took out a lipstick from his pocket: "Please lift up your skirt to hold it in place, miss."

I obediently lifted my miniskirt and tucked it into my waistband.

"Very good."

The customer grabbed one of my breasts, pulled me over, and pushed me to the ground: "Bend over!" I stuck
my buttocks , and I felt the customer write a few words on my buttocks, definitely with that lipstick.

The customer grabbed my hair, pulled me up, and shoved me to the edge of a ditch. I could see my reflection in the ditch. The customer kicked
me: "Turn around, you bitch, read it loudly!"

I turned around, then looked back at the river, and struggled to read the words on my buttocks: "Fuck this little bitch's rotten cunt, please
pay 5 yuan, thank you for your patronage!"

The customer was so happy he could hardly breathe, and dragged me back to the roadside. My buttocks were facing the road, sticking up high,
my face buried in the grass. The customer took off his hat, threw in a few coins, placed the hat next to me, and leaned down,
saying, "Please, you little bitch, you need to earn at least 50 yuan." The customer disappeared into the bushes.

I was sticking out my bare buttocks, and not long after, I heard a "screech"—the sound of brakes…

The man walked up behind me, probably saw the words on my buttocks, and laughed loudly, cursing as he laughed:
"Slut! All women are sluts!"

I swayed my big buttocks ingratiatingly…

The man's penis suddenly thrust into my vagina!

After dozens of hard thrusts, the man couldn't hold back and ejaculated, standing up and throwing a bill into his hat.

I glanced at it and saw it was a 10-yuan note. I quickly turned around and grabbed the man's leg: "Sir,
wait a minute! Sir, could you please give me a 5-yuan note? I just opened for business and don't have any change..."

The man laughed again, kicked me, and said, "Here's a little bitch for you!"

"No, sir, my price is 5 yuan. I'm fair and square, I can't take your money for nothing." I fell
backward to the ground, my large breasts popping out of my uniform shirt, my vulva covered in sticky fluid. After

this entanglement for a while, hmm? ...I saw that the man's pants were bulging again—wow! I had
an idea. I crawled over, grabbed the man's zipper with my mouth, pulled it down, and buried my face in it...

Now I finally got him to spend all 10 yuan. The man was practically reluctant to leave, turning back every few steps as he
got on the bus . I licked my lips, smiled seductively as I saw him off, and then bent over on the side of the road again.

There weren't many cars passing by. It took me two or three hours of hard work to earn 50 yuan. The customer came out and
dragged me up, but I couldn't stand and fell down again with a thud. Being fucked by more than ten big men in two hours
was a bit much even for a professional like me. The customer hailed a taxi and shoved me in, half-dragging and half-clamping me in.
The driver was terrified.

The whole way, the customer held me on his lap, constantly touching my genitals and even taking out my breasts to play with them. I
couldn't help but moan. The driver kept looking in the rearview mirror and almost crashed into a lamppost.

Finally, we got home, and the customer threw me on the ground, saying, "Stripped naked, lie down and rest for a
while . You

'll suffer more later." What other suffering? Were they going to hang my hair again? I might as well just bang my head against it and die!

I trembled as I stripped off my clothes, skirt, and socks, and climbed naked onto the sofa to lie down.

The guest turned on the host's computer, busied himself with something, then laughed and beckoned to me, "Come here,
you bitch, see how shameless you are!"

I went over and saw that the guest had transferred all the videos he had taken that day to the computer. On the screen, I was
naked , a dog's tail held high, barking, crawling all over the floor chasing the guest, just to get a
nibble on his penis... I chuckled as I watched, finding the scene rather ugly.

The guest glanced at his watch and said, "Alright, save it for later with the teacher. It's getting late,
let's do one last pose."

The walls and ceiling of my room were made of thick stainless steel plates, so the guest
could use strong magnetic shackles to restrain me and fix me anywhere he wanted. The guest put shackles on my wrists and
ankles , then hung me diagonally from the ceiling above the front door. In other words, my legs
were spread , fixed to the walls on either side of the door frame, and my arms were stretched out to the maximum, stuck to the ceiling
facing the door. My whole body was hanging diagonally in mid-air, my vagina facing the door. If someone came in, they could
bump into .

This position was novel, but I couldn't move.

Suddenly, something sharp was inserted into my anus! Ugh... Then a large amount of cold liquid was
poured in! Ouch, this is not an enema position, it's so uncomfortable! The customer laughed as he poured it in,
saying, "1000cc of cold water isn't much, is it, shit?"

Ah... not much... I gasped, my stomach was already starting to hurt!

"Now it's going to be pulled out! Tighten your anus, if even a drop comes out, I'll make you regret it!"

What? How can I tighten it in this position! But I still tried my best to tighten it!!! The syringe was pulled out,
no, I can't take it anymore! Fortunately, an anal plug was immediately inserted. Oh... I
breathed a sigh of relief .

The anal plug was connected to a rope, and the customer had tied the end of the rope tightly to the doorknob! I'm dizzy!
The door opens outwards, meaning that as soon as someone opens the door, the anal plug connected to the rope will be pulled out
!!!

"No, sir, please..." Oh my god, if the master comes back...

*crack!* A whip lashed my back! I immediately shut my mouth. The customer behind me suddenly grinned maliciously,
and I felt a chill rise from my bare back!

"!@#$%^*..." What? I couldn't believe my ears; the customer was speaking
strings Japanese! Was he Japanese?! Help me!!! Thinking of my master's cold eyes, I...

The Japanese devil cracked his whip, cursing incessantly in both Japanese and Chinese: "Chinese
bitch ! Bitch!" I, too, was desperate, retorting with my own curses: "Japanese pig! Eunuch! Impotent!" Enraged
, the Japanese devil lashed my cunt hard with his whip: "Impotent? You Chinese slut!
Why didn't you say that when you were sucking my filthy mouth?" Recalling that day, unless the devil had other demands, my mouth was practically
glued to his crotch. I not only made him ejaculate twice, but I also drank his urine and licked his anus
... Waaah... My cunt and anus were played with by the devil several times... Waaah... I was both ashamed and angry,
and forgot all about cursing him, bursting into tears.

The devil had already left through the back door.

I cried until I was exhausted, and slowly felt my stomach throbbing with unbearable pain. If I didn't relieve myself soon, my stomach would burst! But how
could I relieve myself...? Suddenly, I heard the sound of a key opening the door. My master had returned! I yelled, "Master,
don't open the door, come in through the back!"

... The door was suddenly pulled open, and the anal plug was yanked out! I closed my eyes, and that was it! A large gush of yellowish-brown,
foul-smelling liquid shot out of my anus, spraying my master all over...

Sunday

I woke up groggily in the morning to find myself lying face down on the carpet. My body was still sore, but there was a
cool sensation. I was overjoyed: my master had not only put me down, but had also bathed me and applied ointment to
my wounds . That meant my master hadn't abandoned me; he still wanted me!

I struggled to get up, too afraid to stand. I searched up and down the stairs, but couldn't find my master. Had
he gone out? I anxiously lay by the door, wondering where he was, whether he had eaten breakfast,
and when he would return. Would he never come back? The thought of him leaving me alone made me
sob.

Last night, when my master came home, I had sprayed dog poop all over him, and then he saw the video of me being played with by the Japanese soldiers. He
was furious; I had never seen him so angry. He hung me upside down, not even bothering to clean my buttocks and breasts,
and beat me mercilessly, breaking three belts in the process, before going to sleep. I hung upside down in mid-air, my
body a mass of flesh. I dared not shout, afraid of disturbing my master's sleep, so I gritted my teeth and endured it until I finally fainted
.

Suddenly, the door opened, and like a dog hearing its master's voice, I sat up abruptly, bracing myself
on the ground, staring at the door. The door opened, and there it was, my master! I happily pounced on him and licked his shoes, but he didn't
kick me away!

But he was still holding a rope... With a sudden jerk, three people, bound like dumplings,
tumbled in! I was shocked. There were three people: a man and two women. One was very
young , only fifteen or sixteen, the other a middle-aged woman, meticulously made up. They were all wearing short skirts, their white
thighs marked with red welts from the rope. The man was wearing a tattered suit... Ah! Wasn't that
the Japanese soldier from yesterday?! Seeing him, I felt as if all my wounds were about to burst open,
trembling uncontrollably.

"Dog!" came my master's deep voice.

Only then did I remember my duty. I quickly picked up my master's slippers, crawled to the sofa, and used my teeth to remove my master's
shoes and socks. Then I helped my master put on the slippers. After putting my master's shoes away, I obediently crawled back and
lay down at my master's feet. My master lifted his leg and put both feet on my back.

"Get over here!"

Those three "zombies" really did roll over; they were tied together with a rope, and each roll would crush the next.
It took a lot of effort to finally "roll" them all over. My master kicked me: "Go get the dragon-patterned whip. And get
a small knife for that male dog."

"Yes, master!" I quickly went to get the dragon-patterned whip, handed it to my master, and threw a small knife next to
the Japanese soldier . Then I knelt at my master's feet. My master kicked me over, and I lay on my back. My master
stepped on my vulva and breasts with his bare feet, slowly rubbing them. *Snap!* He lashed out with the whip, hitting the
old bitch's left cheek squarely, leaving an immediate bloody gash! The Japanese bitch howled.

"Pick up the knife and cut your wife's rope!" the master commanded coldly, pointing the whip at the Japanese soldier.
The soldier frantically lunged to pick up the knife, but couldn't reach it. Each attempt resulted in a lash! Crying
in pain, he finally managed to pick up the knife and laboriously tried to cut
the rope binding the old bitch—his wife. The master swung the whip, lashing it repeatedly at the old bitch! The old bitch writhed in agony, and the knife slipped from
the soldier's hand, piercing his wife's white flesh! Missing his mark, the soldier was immediately struck hard
by the whip! Frustrated, the soldier shouted a few curses at his wife in Japanese. The old Japanese slut immediately froze,
letting her master beat her mercilessly until pieces of cloth flew everywhere. Even so, cutting the rope wasn't easy. By the time
the old hag's rope was cut, she already had over a dozen bloody cuts on her body, and the Japanese soldier had been whipped over a dozen times. The master
pointed the whip at the Japanese woman again: "Cut your husband's rope!" The Japanese woman didn't understand Chinese, so she turned
to look at the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier hurriedly said something, and the Japanese woman quickly kowtowed to her master, muttered
something , took the knife from her husband, and started cutting. The master then beat the Japanese soldier severely, but the Japanese soldier couldn't endure it like his wife,
rolling on the ground. His wife chased after him, and finally managed to cut the rope.

The Japanese couple knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe. The little dumpling had
something stuffed in its mouth, staring wide-eyed in terror, cowering to one side.

"Strip your wife naked." The master never said anything unnecessary.

The Japanese soldier trembled as he straightened up, about to speak, when the master lashed out with the whip! The Japanese soldier yelled and
kowtowed several times before immediately starting to undress his wife. The Japanese bitch tried to dodge in panic, but the soldier slapped her hard across
the face, sending her to the ground! He pounced on her, straddling her, and in a few swift movements,
ripped off her tattered top and tore off her expensive bra. Wow! Who knew this bitch had such fair skin? Her two
enormous breasts swayed precariously, quite tempting! The bitch stopped resisting and began to whimper.

The master squinted and nodded: "Your wife has a nice pair of breasts. I can't even remember her awful name.
From now on, she'll be called 'Big Breasts,' respecting your Japanese custom, right?" The Japanese soldier kowtowed repeatedly,
agreeing , and said a few more words to his wife. I only heard a few "Big Breasts," "Big Breasts," and couldn't help but laugh
. The master stomped hard on my breasts, chuckling and cursing, "What, you want to change your name too?" He then looked up and called
out, "Big Boobs!" The breasts, as expected, obediently responded with a "Cough!"
The master burst into laughter.

The Japanese soldier then tried to pull off her skirt, and Big Boobs tried to stop him, receiving over a dozen slaps to the face. While
hitting her, the soldier cursed his wife in Japanese, taking the opportunity to rip off her skirt, pantyhose, and underwear. Now,
Big Boobs lay naked on the ground, her fat vulva facing the master. The master was clearly aroused and
took his feet off me. I had already sensed the master's arousal, so I scrambled to my feet, carefully unzipped his pants,
and brought out his magnificent penis. I nimbly crawled to the cabinet, took out some perfume, carefully washed my mouth, then
crawled back and reverently took the master's penis into my mouth, gently sucking it. Of course, I knew exactly what my master wanted to do.
After sucking for a while, I left her and poured the saliva into the big-breasted bitch's mouth, making her cough. For
some , I also poured a few mouthfuls into
the Japanese dog. My master couldn't help but laugh. I dragged the big-breasted woman into the bathroom, vigorously rinsed her vagina, and gave her an enema several times. Then I came out and threw her on the ground. I decided to drag the Japanese dog in and give her an enema too.
I pulled up his pants—the master hadn't told him to take them off yet. I dragged the Japanese soldier out, who looked like a dead dog, and saw
the master sitting on the sofa. His large breasts were sticking out high, his buttocks raised, and he was lying face down in front of the sofa,
moaning softly as the master penetrated him.

Seeing his wife being penetrated like this, the Japanese soldier's veins bulged, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. I slapped
him across the face, and he stumbled, immediately kneeling down on my leg, burying his face in my feet. I
sneered , "Out of sight, out of mind? Humph, crawl over there!" The Japanese soldier dared not disobey, so he crawled
to his wife's left, watching the master's penis go in and out of his wife's fat cunt!

This large-breasted woman was now only concerned with being penetrated, moaning and groaning, her body limp like
dough . The master grabbed one of her two fat, white breasts in each hand.

I then moved the small dumpling to the right of her lewd vulva, letting her see it too. Little Zongzi painfully
closed her eyes, refusing to look. I slapped her twice hard, forcing her to open her eyes. Tears
streamed down her pale cheeks in humiliation.

The master pulled out his penis and flipped Big Boobs over. He placed a cushion behind her back, straddled her,
and squeezed her breasts together, inserting his penis into her cleavage. Big Boobs grabbed the master's buttocks,
pulling her close, and reached for his glans with her tongue! Mmm… every thrust went through her cleavage
and into Big Boobs' mouth… I envied this bitch!

Finally, the master's movements became more intense, and he suddenly pulled out his penis, a thick stream of semen shooting onto Big Boobs' face!

Ahhh… not only was Big Boobs moaning, but I, lying to the side, couldn't help but moan softly too. The master
glanced at me, grabbed my hair, and shoved his dripping penis into my mouth. With adoration and
the utmost tenderness, I licked my master's penis clean. He slowly softened in my mouth, withdrew, and it remained
glistening , obediently pressed against the tuft of black hair, like a sleeping baby—so adorable.

My master lay back on the sofa, eyes closed, resting. I dragged the ecstatic Big Breasts over, and we both lay down with our heads facing
the sofa . I patted my master's feet, and he obediently raised them, placing them on our breasts. I
gently massaged his feet with my breasts. Big Breasts imitated me, serving my master with great pleasure. It was clear that
after being thoroughly violated by my master, Big Breasts had wholeheartedly become his sex slave.

My master slowly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and kicked Big Breasts away first. I quickly and sensibly got up and
knelt to the side.

"Come here!" My master gestured with his chin towards the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier quickly crawled over.

"Untie her. Don't hurt her. Tell her to be good, I love her. If she doesn't behave, I'll
whip her mother to pieces!" With that, *crack!* A whip lashed across Big Boobs's fat buttocks. Big Boobs screamed in agony,
but dared not move!

The Japanese soldier hurriedly crawled to Little Zongzi's side, reaching out to untie the ropes, but Little Zongzi was surprisingly stubborn, probably
knowing that untying the ropes would lead to a bad end, desperately rolling and dodging the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier hurriedly tried to persuade her, then pointed at
Big Boobs. *Crack!* Another lash! Big Boobs howled.

Little Zongzi, seeing her breasts being beaten, finally couldn't bear it and lowered her head, remaining still. The Japanese soldier struggled to untie
the ropes, and Little Zongzi lay motionless on the ground for a long time, then suddenly leaped up and pounced on her master like a little
wildcat ! I reacted quickly, using a grappling technique to subdue her, pinning her hands behind her back at her master's feet.

"Let go."

I released her, and the little wildcat tried to leap up again, but before her knees even left the ground, I subdued her once more.

This happened more than ten times in a row, and she showed no sign of giving up!

The master grew impatient and cursed, "Looks pretty clever, but she's just an idiot! From now on, you'll be called Shabi
!"

It turned out that Shabi had been living in China for a while. Although she couldn't speak it very well, she could understand most of the Chinese
. She had just been humiliated to death by seeing **** named "Big Breasts." Now, she, an untouched
virgin, was being renamed Shabi. Shabi, wasn't that just idiot?! Shabi shouted, "Bastard! China,
bastard !"

The master stopped talking nonsense, stood up, and lifted Shabi up like a small child. Before she could react, he struck
with lightning speed, striking several acupoints on her body! Shabi stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak or move!
But her clear eyes were filled with hatred and fear. It seemed she was fully aware of what was happening, just unable to react. The mistress
ripped the rag from Saria's mouth, coldly grabbing her hands and using them to unbutton her blouse one
button at a time, finally unhooking her innocent bra. A pair of small, white virgin breasts sprang out!
Tears streamed down Saria's face, dripping onto her nipples, which the mistress gracefully licked clean. She then tucked Saria
's skirt into her waistband. Ah, through her thin, white panties, the plump little mounds of flesh! Through the panties,
the mistress caressed her virginity, her fingers moving deftly. I noticed Saria had stopped crying; her eyes
were now glazed. The mistress slowly removed Saria's panties (which were already wet!), knelt down, parted Saria's
thighs, and buried her head inside…

The mistress picked up Saria and glanced at me. I immediately grabbed a white silk handkerchief numbered 0325, crawled
over, and gently laid it in the middle of the sofa. The mistress placed Saria on it, her little bottom resting on the handkerchief. My master stood before me, legs
spread wide , and I quickly pulled down his pants. He was now only wearing a t-shirt,
his penis erect. He gently lay on top of Saria, kissing her from her forehead down her body, causing her small
nipples to harden.

While rubbing his penis against her vulva, he subtly patted her shoulder twice;
I could tell he was releasing her pressure points, and Saria was now completely free! But instead of
struggling, she dazedly wrapped her arms around his neck, instinctively spreading her legs. He continued kissing
Saria while moving his lower body, and suddenly, he grabbed her waist and thrust forcefully!

Ah!!! Saria cried out in pain! Unmoved, he continued to thrust forcefully. Saria clung tightly to
him , sobbing and enduring the pain.

He gave Saria her first ejaculation; from then on, she would receive the semen of many
men —that much I was certain of. However, her soul will forever be trampled under her master's feet—and
she will discover that this is the life she has always dreamed of: extreme physical decay and absolute spiritual purity. Like...
Me too.

The master sat up from the sofa, pulled out a white silk handkerchief—dotted with red plum blossoms. He wrote down
the time , place, and Saria's name and age on it, carefully folded it, and put it in a delicate little cabinet.
There were already 324 red plum blossom handkerchiefs in there, including mine.

Saria remained languidly lying on the sofa. Perhaps the master's unusual tenderness had made this little Japanese hussy
fantasize . Hmph, I gave a barely perceptible sneer: The master's dazzling tenderness
was reserved only for flawless virgins. Now that you've lost your virginity, what right do you have to pretend to be a young mistress!

The master sat on the edge of the sofa, stroking her smooth thigh, and suddenly, unexpectedly, *smack!* He slapped her hard,
leaving a bright red handprint on her snow-white thigh!

Ah!!! Saria jumped up, but the master quickly grabbed her, grabbed a dragon-patterned whip, and
began to lash her mercilessly with the handle! After about 30 or 40 lashes, the master stood up. I had already handed him the strong
magnetic shackles, helping him to fix Sambi's back to the wall.

The master cracked the dragon-patterned whip! I knelt to the side, watching the master with fervor. My God, I loved the way
the master wielded the whip! Sambi wasn't even whipped yet, but she was already trembling with fear, muttering incoherently:
"No! I love you, no! Don't hit women... you bastard! China, pig... ah!!!!"
The master didn't let her finish the word "pig," and the whip landed accurately on Sambi's rounded left shoulder! Then one lash after another,
all in the same precise sequence! After about 400 lashes, the little girl's entire back, from shoulder
to ankle, was covered with dense, overlapping welts, no two overlapping! The little girl—
no, I should say the young woman—had long since stopped crying. I remember when I endured 180 lashes, I
fainted, drooling and urinating all over the floor.

I helped my master gently lift her to the bathroom, where he personally prepared warm water and tenderly wiped her down. He then
applied the best medicine to her wounds. Thinking of how my master had bathed and treated me like this last night, I wished I could immediately
throw myself at his feet, become a carpet, and let his noble footprints be imprinted on me with every step he took!

My master placed Sambi face down on the carpet, the beautiful whip marks gleaming. When my master angrily whipped Sambi,
that despicable couple was already terrified, and seeing how much my master now doted on Sambi, they were both a little jealous. My master didn't say
a word , just sat beside Sambi, guarding her. Even I tasted the gnawing of jealousy! But I simply
crawled over slowly, gently took Sambi's little toes in my mouth, and tenderly sucked on them. My master looked at me with affection and reached out to stroke
my hair. Yes, I am my master's dog, and those whom my master loves are also my master. This
unconditional submission is the best way to resolve jealousy.

After a long while, Sapie awoke. The medicine took effect quickly, and I believe she can move now, though
it will be more painful than the little mermaid walking! Sapie laboriously turned her head and immediately saw her master's gentle gaze! The little
woman trembled with fear and hurriedly moved to the other side. The master said gently, "Don't be afraid, little daughter...
" But the ungrateful little woman screamed and tried even harder to move away. The master's patience was limited;
he suddenly stood up and slapped the whip hard on the ground: "Shut up! Don't move!"

Sapie immediately fell silent, frozen in place.

The master frowned and sat down, saying, "Sapie!"

Sapie opened her mouth, still too embarrassed to answer! The master slapped her! The master lashed out again, calling, "Sabhi!"

Sabhi still couldn't open her mouth. I hurriedly pushed her, whispering, "Say yes! This time it won't be
a blank lash!"

"Shut up!" *Crack!* A lash swept across my cheek, my lips splitting open and dripping blood. Both
cheeks burned with pain. I quickly bent down, "Master, the dog was wrong! The dog deserved to be hit!" I dared not move again
.

The master then lashed out again, striking Sabhi's back, which was covered in welts.

Ahhhhhh, Sabhi screamed and fainted.

"Wake her up!"

I grabbed a bottle of cold water from the bathroom and splashed it on Sabhi's face. Oh, she slowly woke up.

"Sabhi!" The master's voice wasn't loud.

"Yes!" Sabhi hurriedly answered loudly! She struggled to her knees and face the master. The master
lightly lashed her closed thighs with the whip. Sabhi struggled to separate her legs, revealing soft, sparse pubic hair.

The master laughed, a cold laugh: "Fine. You're Japanese, do you even know what Japanese people are? To call you
dogs is an insult to dogs! You're scum, viruses, devils! Say it! Say you're a
Japanese !"

"I...I am, a Japanese stinking woman, worse than a pig or a dog..." Sapphire was humiliated, tears streaming down her face, barely
able .

"What is this thing you have?" The master lightly flicked Sapphire's pubic hair.

"It's...it's a cunt..."

The master added a little force, flicking it again!

"What is it?"

"It's...it's a Japanese stinking woman's cunt...Ah! Master! Please stop hitting me! I'm a
Japanese slut, a cheap cunt, specially for Chinese masters to play with!"

The master nodded in satisfaction, pointing to her parents: "What are they?" "

Ah...he is, an unforgivable Japanese scum, she is a Japanese big-breasted, cheap cunt, to be played with by anyone
..." Sapphire sobbed.

"So, shouldn't this Japanese scum who dared to play with Chinese bitches be punished?"

"Yes! Master, please punish him severely!" Sapphire, only concerned with being beaten, relentlessly cursed
the Japanese soldier. The Japanese soldier's face was ashen, kowtowing to his daughter one moment and to his master the next. His large breasts were stuck to
his master's feet like a lump of dough, completely ignoring her cowardly husband.

"Very good, Sapphire, strip this scum naked."

"Ah?" Sapphire raised her eyes in surprise, then immediately lowered them again: "Yes! Master!"

She crawled to the Japanese soldier, trembling as she began to undress him. Then his pants. Pulling down the pants, whoosh!
That thing sprang out! I keenly sensed that this newly deflowered woman
didn't show the expected embarrassment towards her father's thing. Could it be…

the Japanese soldier, naked and kneeling before his master, that thing standing erect, how unsightly!

The master chuckled lewdly and said, "Sabiko, look how excited your father is, it's all because of you.
How many fathers are fortunate enough to witness their daughters become women? Let your father enjoy one last time of lovemaking! Now,
give your father oral sex."

Sabiko obediently bent down slowly, took the Japanese man's penis into her mouth, and began to skillfully manipulate it! Suddenly, Da Naizi
screamed and lunged forward in a rage, only to be whipped back by the master. Clearly, Da Naizi had
realized this pair of adulterers had been doing this behind her back quite often, which explained their tacit understanding! Presumably, they were afraid of
not being able to marry after losing their virginity, so they refrained from penetrating further. The master was also surprised, laughing as he walked over and suddenly shoved
the whip handle into Sabiko's anus, causing her to moan. The master straightened up and laughed loudly, "You
two beasts!" Later, I asked Sabiko and learned that, to satisfy her father's sexual desires, Sabiko
had been giving oral sex to the Japanese man since she was ten, and by thirteen, she had also offered up her anus. So Saria's anus was quite loose from being developed.

"Now, lie flat on the ground. Big-breasted girl, you come over here and lie down next to Saria! You scum, you can
choose one of them to rape, remember, this is your last time to have your fun!"

The Japanese soldier stared at his daughter's white body, his soul had flown away, he couldn't see his wife at all, and pounced on Saria,
trying to insert himself! But the woman who had just lost her virginity, her vagina was already swollen high, there was no opening at all, and coupled with not being
in heat, it was practically a stone woman, he tried to insert himself a few times, but couldn't get in! With the Japanese soldier's rubbing,
the whip marks on her back burst open again, and there was a sharp pain down there, Saria screamed. The Japanese soldier spat a big mouthful
of saliva , and reached down to shove into Saria's lower body, finally managing to insert himself with a bit of pulling and poking. Saria almost rolled her eyes back.
The Japanese soldier was wrapped in the tight vagina of a virgin, and was too excited, he didn't move after a few thrusts, and rolled
off Saria. Sambi's little pussy was swollen like a small steamed bun.

"Haha, just like that, huh?" The master went to the tool shed and brought back a bundle of rope, gestured to me
, and said, "Double kill." I was shocked! No wonder the master said this was the last time the Japanese devil would rape someone;
even if this devil didn't die today, he would lose a piece of flesh.

I helped the master tie up the devil. First, we used a noose to put around the devil's neck, the
kind used for hanging, tightening it tighter and tighter. One end of the noose hung down in front, and the other behind.
He knelt down, his ankles were tied, and his arms were twisted behind his back, his wrists tied. Then, we used the rope from the back
of the noose to tightly connect the ropes around his ankles and wrists! This way, the devil could only tilt his head back as far as he could to avoid his hands and feet being unable to withstand
the tightness and tightening the noose around his neck! The other end of the noose hung down in front, and after measuring the length, we tied another noose
around his limp penis! The Japanese soldier dared not move an inch. Leaning forward meant being strangled from behind;
leaning back meant being slapped several times from below!

But the real show was yet to begin.

The master ignored him, returned to the sofa, trained Sabi for a while, and then played with Big Breasts for a bit. Finally,
he took a dildo and put it on Big Breasts' head, ordering her to thrust it into Sabi's anus. The two women chased each other around the room,
screaming and yelling. Finally, Big Breasts grabbed Sabi, pushed her to the ground, and while Sabi's buttocks were still sticking up, she
bent down and shoved the dildo on her head into Sabi's anus! But then, Sabi herself stuck her buttocks
up ! The master laughed heartily, rushed over, grabbed Big Breasts' fat buttocks, and thrust it hard into Big Breasts' anus! I
also giggled, crawling between the master's legs to lick his big balls and fragrant anus.

We were having a great time when suddenly we heard the Japanese soldier scream in agony, it was practically inhuman!

I turned my head and saw... haha! The show began~ This lecher's refractory period is over, and seeing
how , that disobedient fellow is hard again! But both ends are constricted…

Now, the Japanese guy's thing is swollen like a grenade, blackish-purple, but the ropes at the base are getting thinner and thinner! The Japanese guy's face
turned red, and he subconsciously leaned forward, the ropes on his arms and legs immediately tightened, making it hard for him to breathe!

The master, his face dark, continued to thrust hard into the big breasts' anus while raising his whip to lash the Japanese guy wildly!
The Japanese guy rolled on the ground howling, the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes tightened!

Finally, he collapsed motionless on the ground, unconscious…

Epilogue

It turns out that the Japanese guy was also a student in the master's class. He was resentful because the master wouldn't let him come to patronize me,
so he stole the master's key and tricked me for a day. After being "double-handed" by the master, the Japanese guy was lucky enough to
survive, but unfortunately, his penis was necrotic from congestion and had to be cut off at the root! He became a
eunuch .

The master forbade him to wear pants to class; he had to wear a skirt, and no underwear underneath. The master liked to
sit on a bamboo chair while lecturing. Each time he settled in, the Japanese eunuch would scurry over, kneel between the master's legs, and
take out his penis to masturbate. The master would enjoy this while lecturing, sometimes ejaculating in his mouth. When the master
needed to write on the blackboard, the Japanese eunuch would respectfully put away his penis and zip up his pants. When the master went to
write on the blackboard, the Japanese eunuch would kneel obediently facing the students, lifting his skirt to display his eunuch
form .

Big-breasted girl and the Japanese eunuch became the master's source of amusement. Big-breasted girl was willing to do anything to get fucked
. Unfortunately, the master had no interest in fucking her. Every Sunday, he would call her and the Japanese eunuch over, each bringing a
dildo. First, he would have Big-breasted girl insert it into the Japanese eunuch's anus, then he would have the Japanese eunuch insert it into her vagina. The woman with the big breasts would thrust into the eunuch
a certain number of times, and then the eunuch would thrust into her a certain number of times in return. To endure as many thrusts as possible, the woman with the big breasts would fuck the eunuch's
anus . Once, she thrust into the eunuch's anus over 300 times in one go, feeling incredibly pleased with herself
. But then the master suddenly changed his mind and ordered the eunuch to use a dildo on her mouth! The eunuch, already seething with anger,
grabbed the woman's mouth and thrust into her over 300 times. When he let go, the woman collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth,
unable to speak for over a week.

Sapi replaced me, becoming the new international prostitute.

As for me, the master said, "You've been fucked by the Japanese; you're the lowest of the low, the worst of the worst,
worse than a pig or a dog. Although I won't kill you, I can't keep you alive any longer!"

The master assigned me to work at the public toilet at the alley entrance, specifically in charge of the men's toilet. Every day, before dawn, I
wear a top that exposes my breasts and tight pants, crawling in the toilet, scrubbing from my lower abdomen to my thighs. Four times a year...
Ji Du was always naked. I cleaned the genitals of every customer who used the toilet. If a customer defecated, I was also responsible for licking
their . Sometimes, if a customer had diarrhea and accidentally defecated outside, all they had to do was shout, "Dog!" and I
would immediately crawl over obediently and lick up the runny feces on the ground.

If a customer had any additional requests, I had to satisfy them anytime, anywhere. Once, I served five
people at the same time.

Sometimes the master would also come to visit, and that was the happiest time for me! Because I knew that the master's house not only had
the most luxurious toilet, but even those three Japanese bastards were more eager than the last to drink the master's urine and eat the master
's feces. The master came here purely to see me! Every time I licked the master's anus, I felt extremely
honored.

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