Family Slaves (The End)

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Family Slave (Short Story) "Why? Why is my brother here? What should I do? What should I do now?" Kneeling on the ground, though I wore a mask to cover my face, it couldn't hide the shame and embarrassment in my heart. Working in this kind of place behind the backs of everyone in my family, I finally tasted the retribution. My name is Waseda Ayumi. I've been working in the capital for over two years, working as a submissive in an SM club. It's a job I had no choice but to do, but today I really got my comeuppance. Dressed in a gorgeous dress, I knelt before my own brother, Kenta. Today, he is my master. Of course, the rule for this kind of masked training is that you can't show your face, which is the bottom line for every submissive woman and submissive. "I can only take it one step at a time," I forced myself to calm down, but I couldn't stay calm at all. Tonight's training also included intercourse, and he even offered to add a service of unprotected ejaculation inside me. If I refused, I would be fired from the club. The SM circle is very small, and I can't work in other clubs anymore. This means that my life will also face a major failure. "Your slave tonight seems pretty good," Kenta said, crossing his legs. "Thank you... for your compliment," I replied politely, a necessary courtesy for this job. "Take off your clothes and show me your breasts," Kenta said. Normally, I would have already taken off my dress and underwear and let the customer play with, discipline, and bind me, but tonight's customer made it impossible for me to take off my clothes so easily. "What's wrong? Don't you want to take them off?" Kenta was getting impatient with my dawdling. "No, no, no, I'll take them off now..." As I said this, my face flushed with shame, and my hands trembled as I took off my clothes. This was the first time I had taken off my clothes in front of my own brother, letting him see my body. Now, he was my customer and my master tonight, and I was just his submissive. "Okay~" After I took off my clothes, my hands still involuntarily tried to cover my breasts. This feeling of embarrassment made me want to die. "Is this your first time being a submissive? Why are you so shy?" Kenta chuckled. "Yes...yes," I answered shyly. That was the only way I could lie to him. My body was trembling slightly. I couldn't tell if I was trembling from nervousness or excitement, because my own brother was watching my naked body. "No wonder~" Kenta said. It seemed I had fooled him. Maybe he would want to switch to another submissive? "It's okay. Now, masturbate in front of me. I want to see you masturbate. Open your legs, okay? Don't cover your vulva." Kenta's command startled me even more. I almost wanted to run out the door, but I couldn't afford to lose this job. I changed from kneeling to sitting. I slowly opened my legs, then slowly pulled my panties off my legs, and opened my legs again, exposing my private parts to my brother. My right hand caressed my nipple, and my left hand reached down to play with my clitoris. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." The stimulation from my hands made me start to pant. My body became more and more sensitive. The more humiliating it was, the more I felt. I knew my lust was completely ignited, right in front of my own brother. "Very good, slave girl," Kenta said, then stood up and took the rope behind me. My hands stopped masturbating and were placed behind my back. I felt the rope wrap around my wrists several times. Kenta seemed quite skilled at rope binding. He finished the hand binding in a few strokes. Now my hands were tied behind my back, Kenta was playing with my breasts, and he was rubbing my sensitive private parts with his other hand. "Call me master," Kenta whispered in my ear, and then gently blew on it. One of my erogenous zones is my ear. I didn't expect Kenta to attack my erogenous zone so immediately. "Ah... Master... So good... I'm flying to heaven!" As Kenta's fingers skillfully played with my body, I couldn't take it anymore. Before I knew it, Kenta had unzipped his pants and underwear, and his penis became hard and big. I remembered taking him to pee when we were little, but I never expected his penis to be so big now. My mouth opened involuntarily, and I could smell a faint odor of urine on his glans, but I felt that Kenta had cleaned it very well. I had sucked penises that smelled a hundred times worse than his. "Deeper, suck more gently, remember to lick it hard with your tongue, understand? Slave." When Kenta called me slave, my body trembled even more. Excitement, this was excitement. I had become my younger brother Kenta's slave. I was sucking my younger brother's penis, my own younger brother's penis. This feeling was unprecedentedly stimulating. Was this what it felt like to commit adultery? My tongue moved back and forth, cleaning and roaming between his glans and foreskin, licking back and forth, then I took his glans into my mouth, covering it with my lips. Using my tongue inside the corner of my mouth was best; my tongue was so flexible that it could even slip into the crevices of his glans to lick it. "Not bad, not bad oral skills," Kenta said, looking down at me with satisfaction. I looked up, taking his glans into my mouth while looking into Kenta's eyes, but I was incredibly shy. I couldn't let my gaze linger on Kenta's eyes for long, afraid he would realize I was his biological sister, and then everything would be over. Excitement and humiliation intensely stimulated me, along with the masochistic feeling of my hands being tied behind my back, mixed with my feelings for my brother and family. From this moment on, everything would be different. Kenta's thick, white fluid, with its foul odor, filled my mouth. His glans withdrew, forming a connection with my saliva. I looked up at the boy I'd watched grow up, now a mature man. I submitted to him, tonight I would obey his every command. Even though fond memories of my younger brother lingered in my mind—growing up together, playing pranks, and the funny times we were punished by our parents—these memories now only amplified my humiliation. Strangely, the greater the humiliation, the more sensitive and excited my body became, trembling with excitement. I swallowed the white fluid he'd ejaculated into my mouth. "What will happen next?" This question kept echoing in my mind. The rope binding my hands behind my back remained tightly tied, binding my arms and hands. The intense feeling of restraint, combined with the lingering taste of bodily fluids in my mouth, created a humiliating yet stimulating experience. The sensory stimulation, coupled with the incestuous sensations, left my legs feeling weak. But Kenta didn't stop there. There were many props in the room, and he dragged me to the toilet. It was more like a public stage than a toilet, with a squat toilet on a raised platform. Warm water was drawn into a glass syringe. My legs were spread open, and he wanted me to expose my anus. The pointed syringe tip, though without a needle, wasn't thin either. It slowly penetrated my anus. In front of my younger brother Kenta, I was given an enema. The urge to defecate was so strong. Although this wasn't my first time receiving an enema, it was the first time my younger brother had ever given me one. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ahh, I can't hold it in anymore, Master!" My stomach was churning like boiling water; the urge to defecate had surpassed my ability to control my anus. Yellow liquid poured down with my excrement, and my younger brother, Kenta, watched closely from behind. I defecated in front of my brother, and in a perverse way—through an enema. I suddenly remembered when I was very young, my father and mother also gave me enemas. I had a bad stomach and was a picky eater, so I was always constipated. To help me defecate, my parents would give me enemas with medication. But it was completely different now. Now, enemas were a form of discipline. Naked in front of my brother, given an enema, tied up, and forced to perform oral sex on my own brother—I had already done such perverse things. What would happen next? What would become of me? This question still lingered in my mind. The sounds of pulleys and ropes echoed throughout the room. My feet were gradually lifted further and further off the floor, my hands still bound behind my back. Several ropes suspended me from behind, my right foot, which had been hanging on the ground, could no longer touch the floor. My left foot was bound by another rope and suspended high, forming a rather peculiar posture. This kind of training was called suspension bondage. It wasn't the first time I had been trained like this. I didn't expect my brother's rope bondage skills to be so good. Under his training, I don't know how many times my legs went weak. My vulva was also tightly bound with ropes. The knot on my clitoris became tighter and tighter as my body was suspended higher and higher, and the friction between the rope and my clitoris became greater and greater. But for some reason, Kenta's rope bondage skills were really good, but I didn't feel any pain at all, only stimulation. As a submissive, this kind of stimulation was simply a kind of enjoyment. As a submissive, the humiliation I had just experienced was praise, and the training I had just experienced was a kind of refinement. This sentence really is my current feeling. The horsehair whip swung through the air before crashing down, making intimate contact with my back with a loud crack. A stinging, stimulating sensation followed, leaving red welts on my back. I don't particularly like whipping as discipline, but being whipped by my own brother was a first for me. I seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of being whipped by him. From childhood, I was always the one punishing him; now it was my turn to be whipped—a kind of atonement, I suppose. Right hand...Kenta's right hand was playing with my genitals. I could feel every finger of his touching my labia, clitoris, pubic hair, and even my vagina. I could feel it with every thrust. Because my bodily fluids had already flowed out, wetting my pubic hair, Kenta seemed to really like how I looked. He stared at my genitals for several seconds, mesmerized. "Good, all wet. Waiting for your master's cock?" Kenta asked, holding his penis in his hand.
"Yes, Master, your penis," I cried out to Kenta. At this moment, I couldn't care less about sibling affection; we were a man and a woman, master and slave. The penis bestowed by the master was an immense gift to the slave, and I couldn't refuse. I could only welcome its insertion. My labia were slowly spread open, and the warm, thick penis of my brother entered my already soaking wet private parts. Kenta skillfully inserted it immediately without my guidance. He seemed to understand women very well and knew their bodies perfectly; he always knew my erogenous zones. "Ah...it's...master's...penis!" My vulva was completely filled by the penis, my vagina was stretched open, rubbing back and forth against it, the pleasure was doubled compared to other sex, not to mention that the one giving me the penis was my own brother, our relationship was even better than other master-slave relationships. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...it's in...ah...ah...ah...ah...so deep!" I screamed almost frantically. This was the best sex training I had ever had. Kenta's superb rope skills, technique, and sexual ability really impressed me. I felt that my mentality and thoughts seemed to have changed. As my legs went weak for the third time, Kenta's semen shot into my body. The warm liquid flowed into my body. Kenta held my body. Although I was completely naked, I was full of heat. In this training room, I felt a pleasure I had never experienced before. After a refreshing hot shower, I lay comfortably on my sofa. A boring TV drama played, but my mind was filled with images of the training I'd just received: my brother's penis, the rope bondage, and the suspension. I'd experienced unprecedented sex and SM training, filled with humiliation and pleasure, all from my own brother. The rope marks on my wrists were still clearly visible. Only two hours later, I was already missing it. Kneeling before my brother, accepting his training, my status was so lowly. A woman who had lost her status as a sister was nothing more than a slave in his eyes. My vulva and anus were completely exposed to him. I should have felt shame and pain, but I felt no pain at all, only pleasure. I enjoyed the pleasure and joy of incest; it was incredibly pleasurable. "Do I crave Kenta's training?" This question unexpectedly popped into my head. I couldn't deceive myself by asking myself this. "Yes! I crave being trained by Kenta, I crave being trained and violated by my younger brother again," I told myself with certainty. I boarded the Shinkansen, and an hour's drive from my hometown, I returned. My father picked me up in his old car. "How's work lately?" my father asked, turning the steering wheel. It was a perfectly normal conversation, but I was thinking of Kenta. "Fine, just the same old thing," I replied weakly. A few simple words were enough to dismiss my father's nagging, and we arrived home. "Huh? Kenta's not here." I couldn't see him. "Kenta went to the capital. What? Didn't he come to see you?" my mother said, taking my luggage from the entryway. "Oh... I didn't know that," I said, my mind filled with the scene from that night. "How about we go see Kenta in a few days, and then we can have dinner together?" My father sat on the sofa, turning on the TV as usual, watching his favorite period drama. At the stroke of midnight, all was quiet, both inside and outside the house, except for a familiar yet strange sound coming from downstairs. "Is that the sound of chains?" I recognized the sound. I opened the door and walked towards the stairs, slowly crouching down on the first step, craning my neck to look down. My mother's hands and feet were chained together. She was still wearing her kimono, as always, but now she was lying face down on the ground, wearing a very familiar item around her neck—a collar. The person holding the dog leash was leading my mother around, as if she were walking a dog. I noticed a sign hanging from my mother's collar that read "Domestic Slave Mayumi." Mayumi was my mother's name, but adding "Domestic Slave" before it made it even more exciting. "My mother is a masochist too?" I thought to myself in surprise. "What an embarrassing position, Master..." Mom squatted down, pulling open the hem of her kimono to reveal her vulva. At Dad's command, she lay down, spreading her legs wide, the skirt pulled up to its highest point, her vulva completely exposed. Her vulva, devoid of any pubic hair, only showed the fleshy opening and the shameful mons pubis, looking like a little girl's. A vibrating dildo slowly slid into Mom's opening, eliciting moans from her, making the situation even more embarrassing. "How is it? Is it good? Compared to Kenta's bondage?" Dad asked Mom. "Kenta has it too?" I thought to myself, feeling a bit stifled. "Ah... son, Master... it's great... Master's is even better," Mom gave a surprising answer. It seemed Kenta, Dad, and Mom were all living a lewd life at home. "As expected of my son Kenta, to train you into a domestic slave, and such a sexually driven and masochistic one at that," Dad continued. "Master... please stop... it's so embarrassing," Mom said shamefully. "I didn't expect even Kenta to be involved. Our whole family are SM enthusiasts," I thought to myself. After this amazing six-day weekend, it was nice to have some time to eat and drink with my parents one last time. Soon I was back in the capital, and I quickly received a call from my dad, saying he wanted to invite me to dinner two days later, and Kenta would be there too. Of course, I had no reason to refuse. "This restaurant is pretty good. Who picked it?" I asked Kenta and my dad. "Of course I picked it," Kenta said before my dad could speak. "Yeah, you little rascal, you came all the way to the capital and didn't even come to see me! You little brat!" I cursed at Kenta, while my father laughed beside me, probably finding it amusing to see us bickering since we were little. The dinner ended quickly. I already had guests at the club that evening, so I had to finish my meal quickly and leave the restaurant, leaving my father and son still chatting and eating. "What on earth is going on? How could this happen? What should I do? What am I supposed to do? Is God really punishing me?" I knelt on the ground as a submissive in an SM club, and the two customers sitting in front of me were none other than Kenta and my father. Hiding behind the mask, I was already on the verge of collapse. Kenta's training had already made me feel incredibly ashamed, and now even my father was here. This was too perverted. "Mr. Waseda, this is their new female slave. She's a bit shy and will only open up later on. Please don't mind her," Kenta deliberately addressed him as "Mr. Waseda" instead of "father." "Kenta, you strongly recommended me to come here. Otherwise, who could compare to my wife in terms of female slave qualifications?" My father's words startled me. "Mom is a female slave too?" I was secretly surprised. "Heh... Madam has a very strong submissive nature. I already know this well after training her last time," Kenta said to my father. "Hahaha, you little rascal..." Watching my dad chat so easily with Kenta, leaving me utterly astonished, did Kenta also train my mom? A virtuous woman like my mom, is she also a masochist?
"Alright, alright, slave, hurry up and lick my Waseda-san's feet," Kenta said to me. "This...is..." Looking at my dad's bare feet on the ground, I never imagined I'd be licking his stinky feet today. This was even more humiliating than last time. Licking my dad's feet in front of Kenta? My tongue stuck out and licked in front of my dad's big toe, slowly slipping my tongue between his toes. The humiliation intensified. Kenta, meanwhile, went around to my back and played with my buttocks and vulva. "This little bitch is pretty good," my dad said to Kenta. The moment the word "little bitch" escaped my father's lips, my body stirred with excitement. This reminded me that I was no longer my father's precious daughter, but merely a slave before these two male masters. "Boy, quickly put shackles on this little bitch. I love seeing female slaves chained up," my father said to Kenta. Of course, there were shackles available, and Kenta quickly brought them out and fastened short shackles between my legs. At this moment, my father had already pulled down his pants and taken out his penis. This was the first time I had seen my father's penis, and it was in no way inferior to Kenta's. This father and son were simply gifted. As their daughter and older sister, I didn't know if this was a good thing or not. My vulva was once again played with by Kenta's fingers until it was wet. My bodily fluids flowed between my legs. I guess my lust was being ignited. Without hesitation, I took my father's penis into my mouth. I skillfully enveloped the entire glans with my mouth and slowly slid it in until it reached my throat. I used the strength of my lips to squeeze the glans and shaft as tightly as possible. The area between the glans and shaft is a man's erogenous zone. The tighter I squeezed, the more I felt. I looked up at my father's face. He was really enjoying it and looked much younger. "Mr. Waseda, you really are a fan of metal bondage, aren't you?" Kenta said as he took out his penis and prepared to insert it into my vulva. "Of course, my wife is an even bigger fan. Didn't you come to my house?" My father said to Kenta, but Kenta continued to thrust in and out of my vulva. "Ah...ah...ah..." Kenta's penis kept pounding against my sensitive areas, making me moan continuously. I had never moaned so loudly before, especially in front of my father and brother, which made me feel even more embarrassed. Incest combined with SM training was an unprecedented experience for me. The father and son had now switched positions. My father was behind me, and I was still in a prone position. Because of the shackles, my legs couldn't be spread wide, only slightly. But because of this, my legs could only clamp the inserted penis tightly, which made Kenta feel even more pleasure. "Ah...ah...it's in, so big." I felt my vagina being filled by my father's penis, while my mouth was stuffed full of Kenta's penis. I was being penetrated by my father's penis, while my mouth was filled with my younger brother Kenta's penis. My feet were shackled, and the father and son were working together to discipline me. This was something I hadn't expected before I started working at this SM club. Kenta's semen had already been ejaculated into my mouth, and my father's had been completely inside me. What would his reaction be if he knew that the person he was having sex with today was his own daughter? His daughter was actually a submissive in the SM club. Under Kenta's rope bondage, I was once again suspended high. This kind of suspension bondage was familiar to me because I had "experienced" it just a while ago. His superb rope skills made me not worry about any danger at all. On the contrary, it was my father next to me who made me feel dangerous. My father and son, Kenta, each held two tiger-tail whips, waving them in the air, sometimes spinning them, sometimes lashing my body. As a submissive, this was a kind of enjoyment; as his biological daughter and older sister, this humiliation made my senses even more aroused. I, who had never been beaten by my father before, had become a submissive under his whip. This was something I never imagined. But what could I do? I was a submissive now. Just thinking about how I was now a submissive, no longer my father's precious daughter or the older sister Kenta admired, made my lower body wet again, and I enjoyed the whipping. Hanging high up, with vibrating eggs clamped to my nipples, my vulva became even wetter from the vibrations of the electric dildo. The pain of the whipping became a kind of enjoyment, accelerating my heartbeat. And the fact that the ones wielding the whips weren't ordinary male protagonists, but my own father and brother, made the feeling of being trained by my own family even more stimulating. My body was covered in sweat, and my heart was pounding, which amplified my masochistic desires. Being naked, bound with rope, and hung high in front of my father and brother, letting my family discipline this disobedient girl—the humiliation was exhilarating. I had truly gone from feeling humiliated to enjoying being humiliated; I was a complete masochist. "Mr. Waseda, look! This little bitch has been whipped until she's incontinent!" Kenta said, prying open my labia. My father stopped whipping me and came closer to examine my genitals. My vulva was thus exposed to this father and son's close-up view. I did indeed incontinent, but it was the effect of orgasm. I no longer cared about shame; I just let it out. That's what a masochist is. "How amusing," Dad said from the side, touching my labia and the inside of my thighs that were stained with urine, then smearing it on my mouth. I immediately smelled a faint odor of urine. This humiliation made my vulva even wetter. At this moment, the vibrator seemed no longer enough for me; I craved the penetration of a real penis. "Please~ put it in already, Master, this slave wants a penis so badly!" I was almost unable to bear it any longer and yelled at Dad and Kenta. "You said it yourself," Kenta tugged at the rope hanging beside him. With each pull, my suspended body sank a little lower, and his erect penis, fully erect, quickly slid in before my eyes. My mouth was licking my father's penis. This was the first time I had given my father oral sex. His glans seemed even larger, and my mouth could barely take it all in. I could only use my lips to barely hold the glans, rubbing it back and forth between the glans and the shaft. But my father's penis didn't just let me give him oral sex; it slid in, using my mouth as a second vagina, thrusting in and out. I enjoyed the pleasure in my lower body and the fishy smell in my mouth. My father's penis smelled even more fishy. The thought that this penis, which was in my mouth, had once been in my mother's vagina made me even more excited, because I was sharing the same man's penis with my mother. I felt like I wasn't just a submissive, but also like a prostitute, a more degrading version of myself. I was actually enjoying the incestuous rape and SM training with my father and brother. What I couldn't believe was how intense my brother's rope bondage and the dominant's personality were. The training didn't end with the sex. Men's minds are really strange; they can continue training like this. This time it was dog training. My dad was holding the dog on a leash, and I was wearing the dog collar that Kenta had put on me. I don't have a particular liking or dislike for dog training, but tonight, I felt exceptionally excited because I was no longer the daughter and sister, but a more degrading bitch. Enjoying the feeling of not being treated like a human being was exhilarating, being treated like livestock, especially in front of my dad and brother. Kenta threw a fake dog bone on the ground, and I quickly crawled to the bone in the distance, then lay down and picked it up with my mouth, then quickly crawled back to Kenta and my father's feet, all for Kenta's reward of patting my head. "Good dog, go on~" Kenta sat on the sofa and tossed the dog bone far away again. I sprinted and crawled towards the bone, while my dad sat on another sofa, drinking the whiskey served at the club. Both father and son were completely naked, enjoying their dog training. I quickly picked up the dog bone again and returned to my dad and Kenta's feet. Kenta patted my head, but then he casually removed my mask. This action terrified me, because the only reason I could hold on was because of the mask covering my true identity, which allowed me to so excitedly accept my brother and dad's SM training. "How is it? Sister, is it fun? How does it feel to be a dog?" Kenta looked at me and said. "My darling daughter? How's Dad's penis? Is it comfortable?" My dad also looked at me and asked. "We knew you were a submissive at the SM club all along. We have friends in the capital too. Don't forget I'm a rope bondage instructor," Kenta said to me. "Good lad, don't forget who taught you rope bondage. Your mother was the first submissive you trained after your debut," my father said to Kenta. "You!" At this moment, I faced the greatest humiliation of my life. My true identity had been exposed. I was witnessing incest and perverse SM training from this father and son, yet I was enjoying it. Now I had no face to stand in front of my family. "Tonight, the training ends here!" I got up and left the room immediately. The club still paid me for tonight's training as agreed. Facing such humiliation, I felt like I was living a life worse than death, yet I still clung to that training method and rope bondage. The hot water from the showerhead kept pouring down in the bathroom as I kept thinking about everything that had happened recently. But I started to miss the training of the past few days. For some reason, my nipples became even more sensitive again. I thought about it...A few days later, I decided to quit my job at the SM club and found another job, trying to forget those memories. But I couldn't forget the pleasurable training; it was just too comfortable. For the next few nights, I would think about those two days of combined training by my brother and father, to the point that I couldn't sleep. I also couldn't concentrate on my work during the day, resulting in very low work efficiency. I boarded the train back to my hometown again. This time, I didn't ask anyone to pick me up at the station. I took a taxi and arrived at my doorstep. Looking at the most familiar place, I stood in front of the door, hesitant to go in. I still had my luggage in my hands. After ringing the doorbell, I took a deep breath. I was both excited and nervous. This was the first time I had returned home since that night of training. Even though I felt embarrassed and ashamed, there was no way around it. I had to honestly face my true feelings. "Ah... it's Ayumi back. Why didn't you ask Dad to pick you up?" It was my mother who opened the door. She was still wearing her kitchen work blouse, over which was her favorite kimono. I sat down in the living room as my mother walked by. "It's Ayumi, you're back," my father greeted me as he came down the stairs, as if the events of the past few days had never happened. "Yes... Dad, I'm back," I said to him. "Is it my sister?" Kenta came out of the kitchen. "Brother, I'm back," I replied to Kenta. My mother sat down next to me, and our family was reunited, but this time the feeling was quite different; I felt very uneasy. "What's wrong? You seem troubled?" my father asked. "I..." I didn't know how to start. "What's wrong, sister?" Kenta asked from the side. "Kenta, Dad, Mom, I've come back this time to ask you, Mom, and my brother... to take me in... to be my livestock slave. I'm a lowly woman who longs to be imprisoned, whipped, bound, and abused." I blurted out everything I wanted to say. A moment of silence followed, then my father's laughter. "Hahaha, so that's what it is. I thought it was something serious, it made me nervous for a while." My father laughed heartily. "You silly child, of course that's great! From now on, you'll be Dad and Kenta's slaves with Mom. You truly are Mom's daughter, you have the same slave blood as Mom." Mom put her arm around my shoulder and said, "Sister, are you serious?" Kenta asked me. "Yes, I'm serious," I answered Kenta's question. "Actually, we already knew about your work at the SM club. Don't forget, we know more people in the SM circle than we've trained your clients," my father said casually. "Daughter...you've worked so hard," Mom said as she removed her kimono piece by piece, revealing her naked body. But it wasn't truly naked, as the tortoise-shell bindings were still on her. "Mom..." I said to her. "Alright, let's both put on our shackles, okay? Child, just stay here as a livestock slave, be a livestock slave with your mother," Mom said. "Yes, yes, be a livestock slave with me," I nodded in reply. "Good, then Ayumi will be Mayumi's dog," Dad said. At this moment, Dad was no longer just my father, but also my master. I had to listen carefully to his words; I couldn't ignore them as I had before. "Mayumi, go back to your old outfit when Ayumi wasn't home. A bitch should act like a bitch," Kenta said to his mother. "Yes, son, master," his mother replied, then knelt down and bowed to Kenta in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese way of bowing). "Please train this bitch, master," I blurted out unconsciously. I said to Kenta, "Oh, don't rush. Your father will be in charge of training you. He's a metal restraint enthusiast." Kenta told me. "As our family's livestock slave, Ayumi must learn to enjoy being imprisoned in an iron cage," his mother said, turning to me. "Hmm, Mayumi is right. Ayumi, take off your clothes and put on the collar. Kenta, put full shackles and chains on Ayumi, the heaviest ones you can find. Let's put her in an iron cage for thirty days first, so she can get used to the feeling of losing her freedom," his father said to Kenta. "Okay, no problem," Kenta said, pulling out a complete set of iron chains and other items from a wooden box in the corner of the room. At that moment, I began to remove all my clothes, becoming naked in front of my father, Kenta, and mother. "Lie down, Ayumi," my mother, Mayumi, said to me. "Okay," I replied, lying down on the ground, my palms touching the ground. "Mayumi, you put the collar on Ayumi," Kenta said to my mother. "Yes, Master," my mother picked up a stainless steel collar from the ground. "Here, this is what I wore when I was first trained by Master Kenta. It's heavy, but the feeling of restraint is even stronger. Enjoy it," my mother said, then opened the stainless steel collar and put it around my neck. With a click, it locked. I touched the collar, feeling its coldness and the weight on my shoulders. Kenta fastened the leash to the collar around my neck. "Mayumi, take Ayumi to the cage," Father said to Mother. Mother bent down, picked up the dog leash with her teeth, and pulled me along. We went to Father's room, to a closet I had never noticed before. Mother opened the sliding door, revealing a small iron cage covered with a black cloth. The cage door was already open, and I slowly climbed inside. Kenta came in too, and he picked up a padlock and locked the small cage door. The black cloth was on, and the sliding door closed again. My world turned dark, and my thirty-day imprisonment began. I had never been imprisoned for so long before, and I had no idea how many years or months had passed. I could only keep track of the days by the number of times the vegetable delivery came. I only knew that about twenty days had passed. My eyes were starting to have trouble adjusting to the bright light. At Mother's suggestion, I put on an eye mask. It was a special eye mask that could block out eighty percent of the light. I would have to wear it for ten days or so after my long imprisonment to allow my eyes to gradually adjust to normal light. Life in captivity was unbearable. Initial excitement turned to indifference, then impatience, followed by renewed excitement as I reveled in the loss of freedom, becoming a true livestock slave, completely at the mercy of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but quickly my collar was locked with an iron chain—a chain connected to my mother's. Wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there; I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!"Ah... it's Ayumi back. Why didn't you ask Dad to pick you up?" Mom opened the door, still wearing her kitchen work blouse over her usual kimono. I sat down in the living room as Mom walked in. "It's Ayumi, you're back," Dad greeted me as he came down the stairs, as if the events of the past few days had never happened. "Yes... Dad, I'm back," I said to him. "Is it my sister?" Kenta came out of the kitchen. "Brother, I'm back," I replied to Kenta. Mom sat down next to me. Our family was reunited, but this time the feeling was quite different. I felt very uneasy. "What's wrong? You seem troubled?" Dad asked. "I..." I didn't know how to start. "What's wrong, sister?" Kenta asked from the side. "Kenta, Dad, Mom, I've come back this time to ask you, Mom, and my brother... to take me in... to be my livestock slave. I'm a lowly woman who longs to be imprisoned, whipped, bound, and abused." I blurted out everything I wanted to say. A moment of silence followed, then my father's laughter. "Hahaha, so that's what it is. I thought it was something serious, it made me nervous for a while." My father laughed heartily. "You silly child, of course that's great! From now on, you'll be Dad and Kenta's slaves with Mom. You truly are Mom's daughter, you have the same slave blood as Mom." Mom put her arm around my shoulder and said, "Sister, are you serious?" Kenta asked me. "Yes, I'm serious," I answered Kenta's question. "Actually, we already knew about your work at the SM club. Don't forget, we know more people in the SM circle than we've trained your clients," my father said casually. "Daughter...you've worked so hard," Mom said as she removed her kimono piece by piece, revealing her naked body. But it wasn't truly naked, as the tortoise-shell bindings were still on her. "Mom..." I said to her. "Alright, let's both put on our shackles, okay? Child, just stay here as a livestock slave, be a livestock slave with your mother," Mom said. "Yes, yes, be a livestock slave with me," I nodded in reply. "Good, then Ayumi will be Mayumi's dog," Dad said. At this moment, Dad was no longer just my father, but also my master. I had to listen carefully to his words; I couldn't ignore them as I had before. "Mayumi, go back to your old outfit when Ayumi wasn't home. A bitch should act like a bitch," Kenta said to his mother. "Yes, son, master," his mother replied, then knelt down and bowed to Kenta in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese way of bowing). "Please train this bitch, master," I blurted out unconsciously. I said to Kenta, "Oh, don't rush. Your father will be in charge of training you. He's a metal restraint enthusiast." Kenta told me. "As our family's livestock slave, Ayumi must learn to enjoy being imprisoned in an iron cage," his mother said, turning to me. "Hmm, Mayumi is right. Ayumi, take off your clothes and put on the collar. Kenta, put full shackles and chains on Ayumi, the heaviest ones you can find. Let's put her in an iron cage for thirty days first, so she can get used to the feeling of losing her freedom," his father said to Kenta. "Okay, no problem," Kenta said, pulling out a complete set of iron chains and other items from a wooden box in the corner of the room. At that moment, I began to remove all my clothes, becoming naked in front of my father, Kenta, and mother. "Lie down, Ayumi," my mother, Mayumi, said to me. "Okay," I replied, lying down on the ground, my palms touching the ground. "Mayumi, you put the collar on Ayumi," Kenta said to my mother. "Yes, Master," my mother picked up a stainless steel collar from the ground. "Here, this is what I wore when I was first trained by Master Kenta. It's heavy, but the feeling of restraint is even stronger. Enjoy it," my mother said, then opened the stainless steel collar and put it around my neck. With a click, it locked. I touched the collar, feeling its coldness and the weight on my shoulders. Kenta fastened the leash to the collar around my neck. "Mayumi, take Ayumi to the cage," Father said to Mother. Mother bent down, picked up the dog leash with her teeth, and pulled me along. We went to Father's room, to a closet I had never noticed before. Mother opened the sliding door, revealing a small iron cage covered with a black cloth. The cage door was already open, and I slowly climbed inside. Kenta came in too, and he picked up a padlock and locked the small cage door. The black cloth was on, and the sliding door closed again. My world turned dark, and my thirty-day imprisonment began. I had never been imprisoned for so long before, and I had no idea how many years or months had passed. I could only keep track of the days by the number of times the vegetable delivery came. I only knew that about twenty days had passed. My eyes were starting to have trouble adjusting to the bright light. At Mother's suggestion, I put on an eye mask. It was a special eye mask that could block out eighty percent of the light. I would have to wear it for ten days or so after my long imprisonment to allow my eyes to gradually adjust to normal light. Life in captivity was unbearable. Initial excitement turned to indifference, then impatience, followed by renewed excitement as I reveled in the loss of freedom, becoming a true livestock slave, completely at the mercy of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but quickly my collar was locked with an iron chain—a chain connected to my mother's. Wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there; I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!"Ah... it's Ayumi back. Why didn't you ask Dad to pick you up?" Mom opened the door, still wearing her kitchen work blouse over her usual kimono. I sat down in the living room as Mom walked in. "It's Ayumi, you're back," Dad greeted me as he came down the stairs, as if the events of the past few days had never happened. "Yes... Dad, I'm back," I said to him. "Is it my sister?" Kenta came out of the kitchen. "Brother, I'm back," I replied to Kenta. Mom sat down next to me. Our family was reunited, but this time the feeling was quite different. I felt very uneasy. "What's wrong? You seem troubled?" Dad asked. "I..." I didn't know how to start. "What's wrong, sister?" Kenta asked from the side. "Kenta, Dad, Mom, I've come back this time to ask you, Mom, and my brother... to take me in... to be my livestock slave. I'm a lowly woman who longs to be imprisoned, whipped, bound, and abused." I blurted out everything I wanted to say. A moment of silence followed, then my father's laughter. "Hahaha, so that's what it is. I thought it was something serious, it made me nervous for a while." My father laughed heartily. "You silly child, of course that's great! From now on, you'll be Dad and Kenta's slaves with Mom. You truly are Mom's daughter, you have the same slave blood as Mom." Mom put her arm around my shoulder and said, "Sister, are you serious?" Kenta asked me. "Yes, I'm serious," I answered Kenta's question. "Actually, we already knew about your work at the SM club. Don't forget, we know more people in the SM circle than we've trained your clients," my father said casually. "Daughter...you've worked so hard," Mom said as she removed her kimono piece by piece, revealing her naked body. But it wasn't truly naked, as the tortoise-shell bindings were still on her. "Mom..." I said to her. "Alright, let's both put on our shackles, okay? Child, just stay here as a livestock slave, be a livestock slave with your mother," Mom said. "Yes, yes, be a livestock slave with me," I nodded in reply. "Good, then Ayumi will be Mayumi's dog," Dad said. At this moment, Dad was no longer just my father, but also my master. I had to listen carefully to his words; I couldn't ignore them as I had before. "Mayumi, go back to your old outfit when Ayumi wasn't home. A bitch should act like a bitch," Kenta said to his mother. "Yes, son, master," his mother replied, then knelt down and bowed to Kenta in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese way of bowing). "Please train this bitch, master," I blurted out unconsciously. I said to Kenta, "Oh, don't rush. Your father will be in charge of training you. He's a metal restraint enthusiast." Kenta told me. "As our family's livestock slave, Ayumi must learn to enjoy being imprisoned in an iron cage," his mother said, turning to me. "Hmm, Mayumi is right. Ayumi, take off your clothes and put on the collar. Kenta, put full shackles and chains on Ayumi, the heaviest ones you can find. Let's put her in an iron cage for thirty days first, so she can get used to the feeling of losing her freedom," his father said to Kenta. "Okay, no problem," Kenta said, pulling out a complete set of iron chains and other items from a wooden box in the corner of the room. At that moment, I began to remove all my clothes, becoming naked in front of my father, Kenta, and mother. "Lie down, Ayumi," my mother, Mayumi, said to me. "Okay," I replied, lying down on the ground, my palms touching the ground. "Mayumi, you put the collar on Ayumi," Kenta said to my mother. "Yes, Master," my mother picked up a stainless steel collar from the ground. "Here, this is what I wore when I was first trained by Master Kenta. It's heavy, but the feeling of restraint is even stronger. Enjoy it," my mother said, then opened the stainless steel collar and put it around my neck. With a click, it locked. I touched the collar, feeling its coldness and the weight on my shoulders. Kenta fastened the leash to the collar around my neck. "Mayumi, take Ayumi to the cage," Father said to Mother. Mother bent down, picked up the dog leash with her teeth, and pulled me along. We went to Father's room, to a closet I had never noticed before. Mother opened the sliding door, revealing a small iron cage covered with a black cloth. The cage door was already open, and I slowly climbed inside. Kenta came in too, and he picked up a padlock and locked the small cage door. The black cloth was on, and the sliding door closed again. My world turned dark, and my thirty-day imprisonment began. I had never been imprisoned for so long before, and I had no idea how many years or months had passed. I could only keep track of the days by the number of times the vegetable delivery came. I only knew that about twenty days had passed. My eyes were starting to have trouble adjusting to the bright light. At Mother's suggestion, I put on an eye mask. It was a special eye mask that could block out eighty percent of the light. I would have to wear it for ten days or so after my long imprisonment to allow my eyes to gradually adjust to normal light. Life in captivity was unbearable. Initial excitement turned to indifference, then impatience, followed by renewed excitement as I reveled in the loss of freedom, becoming a true livestock slave, completely at the mercy of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but quickly my collar was locked with an iron chain—a chain connected to my mother's. Wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there; I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!"Dad said casually. "Daughter...you've worked hard." Mom said as she took off her kimono piece by piece, revealing her naked body, though not truly naked, as the tortoise shell bindings were still on her body. "Mom..." I said to Mom. "Alright, let's both put on our shackles, okay? Child, just stay here as a livestock slave, be a livestock slave with Mom." Mom said to me. "Yes, yes, be a livestock slave with Mom." I nodded in response to Mom. "Alright, Ayumi will be a dog with Mayumi." Dad said. At this moment, Dad was no longer just my father, but also my master. I had to listen carefully to what he said, and could no longer ignore his words as before. "Mayumi, go back to your old outfit when Ayumi wasn't home. A bitch should act like a bitch," Kenta said to his mother. "Yes, son, master," his mother replied, then knelt down and bowed to Kenta in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese way of bowing). "Please train this bitch, master," I blurted out unconsciously. I said to Kenta, "Oh, don't rush. Your father will be in charge of training you. He's a metal restraint enthusiast." Kenta told me. "As our family's livestock slave, Ayumi must learn to enjoy being imprisoned in an iron cage," his mother said, turning to me. "Hmm, Mayumi is right. Ayumi, take off your clothes and put on the collar. Kenta, put full shackles and chains on Ayumi, the heaviest ones you can find. Let's put her in an iron cage for thirty days first, so she can get used to the feeling of losing her freedom," his father said to Kenta. "Okay, no problem," Kenta said, pulling out a complete set of iron chains and other items from a wooden box in the corner of the room. At that moment, I began to remove all my clothes, becoming naked in front of my father, Kenta, and mother. "Lie down, Ayumi," my mother, Mayumi, said to me. "Okay," I replied, lying down on the ground, my palms touching the ground. "Mayumi, you put the collar on Ayumi," Kenta said to my mother. "Yes, Master," my mother picked up a stainless steel collar from the ground. "Here, this is what I wore when I was first trained by Master Kenta. It's heavy, but the feeling of restraint is even stronger. Enjoy it," my mother said, then opened the stainless steel collar and put it around my neck. With a click, it locked. I touched the collar, feeling its coldness and the weight on my shoulders. Kenta fastened the leash to the collar around my neck. "Mayumi, take Ayumi to the cage," Father said to Mother. Mother bent down, picked up the dog leash with her teeth, and pulled me along. We went to Father's room, to a closet I had never noticed before. Mother opened the sliding door, revealing a small iron cage covered with a black cloth. The cage door was already open, and I slowly climbed inside. Kenta came in too, and he picked up a padlock and locked the small cage door. The black cloth was on, and the sliding door closed again. My world turned dark, and my thirty-day imprisonment began. I had never been imprisoned for so long before, and I had no idea how many years or months had passed. I could only keep track of the days by the number of times the vegetable delivery came. I only knew that about twenty days had passed. My eyes were starting to have trouble adjusting to the bright light. At Mother's suggestion, I put on an eye mask. It was a special eye mask that could block out eighty percent of the light. I would have to wear it for ten days or so after my long imprisonment to allow my eyes to gradually adjust to normal light. Life in captivity was unbearable. Initial excitement turned to indifference, then impatience, followed by renewed excitement as I reveled in the loss of freedom, becoming a true livestock slave, completely at the mercy of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but quickly my collar was locked with an iron chain—a chain connected to my mother's. Wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there; I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!"Dad said casually. "Daughter...you've worked hard." Mom said as she took off her kimono piece by piece, revealing her naked body, though not truly naked, as the tortoise shell bindings were still on her body. "Mom..." I said to Mom. "Alright, let's both put on our shackles, okay? Child, just stay here as a livestock slave, be a livestock slave with Mom." Mom said to me. "Yes, yes, be a livestock slave with Mom." I nodded in response to Mom. "Alright, Ayumi will be a dog with Mayumi." Dad said. At this moment, Dad was no longer just my father, but also my master. I had to listen carefully to what he said, and could no longer ignore his words as before. "Mayumi, go back to your old outfit when Ayumi wasn't home. A bitch should act like a bitch," Kenta said to his mother. "Yes, son, master," his mother replied, then knelt down and bowed to Kenta in a dogeza (a traditional Japanese way of bowing). "Please train this bitch, master," I blurted out unconsciously. I said to Kenta, "Oh, don't rush. Your father will be in charge of training you. He's a metal restraint enthusiast." Kenta told me. "As our family's livestock slave, Ayumi must learn to enjoy being imprisoned in an iron cage," his mother said, turning to me. "Hmm, Mayumi is right. Ayumi, take off your clothes and put on the collar. Kenta, put full shackles and chains on Ayumi, the heaviest ones you can find. Let's put her in an iron cage for thirty days first, so she can get used to the feeling of losing her freedom," his father said to Kenta. "Okay, no problem," Kenta said, pulling out a complete set of iron chains and other items from a wooden box in the corner of the room. At that moment, I began to remove all my clothes, becoming naked in front of my father, Kenta, and mother. "Lie down, Ayumi," my mother, Mayumi, said to me. "Okay," I replied, lying down on the ground, my palms touching the ground. "Mayumi, you put the collar on Ayumi," Kenta said to my mother. "Yes, Master," my mother picked up a stainless steel collar from the ground. "Here, this is what I wore when I was first trained by Master Kenta. It's heavy, but the feeling of restraint is even stronger. Enjoy it," my mother said, then opened the stainless steel collar and put it around my neck. With a click, it locked. I touched the collar, feeling its coldness and the weight on my shoulders. Kenta fastened the leash to the collar around my neck. "Mayumi, take Ayumi to the cage," Father said to Mother. Mother bent down, picked up the dog leash with her teeth, and pulled me along. We went to Father's room, to a closet I had never noticed before. Mother opened the sliding door, revealing a small iron cage covered with a black cloth. The cage door was already open, and I slowly climbed inside. Kenta came in too, and he picked up a padlock and locked the small cage door. The black cloth was on, and the sliding door closed again. My world turned dark, and my thirty-day imprisonment began. I had never been imprisoned for so long before, and I had no idea how many years or months had passed. I could only keep track of the days by the number of times the vegetable delivery came. I only knew that about twenty days had passed. My eyes were starting to have trouble adjusting to the bright light. At Mother's suggestion, I put on an eye mask. It was a special eye mask that could block out eighty percent of the light. I would have to wear it for ten days or so after my long imprisonment to allow my eyes to gradually adjust to normal light. Life in captivity was unbearable. Initial excitement turned to indifference, then impatience, followed by renewed excitement as I reveled in the loss of freedom, becoming a true livestock slave, completely at the mercy of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but quickly my collar was locked with an iron chain—a chain connected to my mother's. Wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there; I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!At first, I became impatient, then my mindset shifted to excitement, and I enjoyed the feeling of losing my freedom, becoming a true livestock slave under the control and orders of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but soon my collar was locked with an iron chain. This chain was connected to my mother's collar, and wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there. I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!At first, I became impatient, then my mindset shifted to excitement, and I enjoyed the feeling of losing my freedom, becoming a true livestock slave under the control and orders of others. The moment I was able to remove my blindfold, the world seemed wonderful, but soon my collar was locked with an iron chain. This chain was connected to my mother's collar, and wherever my mother crawled, I had to crawl there. I had no control over where I was going that day. In my mother's old room, Mayumi (my mother) and I were suspended high up with the ropes tied as tightly as possible. Our breasts were swollen and red from being tightly bound by the ropes. My father had clipped our nipples with clips and bells. Our right legs were both suspended high by another rope, while our left legs dangled to the ground, exposing our vulvas. My pubic hair had been shaved off by my mother, and like her, I had to keep my genitals and vulva clean, without a single hair allowed. My father's penis was inserted into my vulva, and Kenta's penis was inserted into Mayumi's vulva. Mayumi and I were also tied together. Mayumi and I kissed each other. This was the first time I had kissed someone of the same sex, and the first time I had kissed my mother like this. The stimulation of my genitals and the reaction of my nipples, combined with the deep kiss with my mother, brought me to orgasm several times. "Master... this slave's... vagina... will break... will break," my mother groaned beside me. The moans and gasps of my mother and me echoed in the room. The father and son exchanged penises again, and Kenta's penis was inserted into my vagina again, thrusting in and out. My mother and I swayed with the movements of the father and son, and the rope swayed in the dim light. I had officially become a livestock slave in the family, and I was also pregnant with my father's child. My mother was also pregnant. There were two pregnant women in the family at the same time, carrying two new members of the family. But our status was the same, still livestock slaves. The pregnancy did not change our status. My mother and I continued to be imprisoned. The good news was... we were both pregnant with daughters. Kenta and my father smiled happily. It seemed that there would be new members in the family slaves. "Father, Kenta, I want more," I groaned to my father and Kenta. Their penises came closer, and my mouth and vagina were about to be filled again. (End) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +11, repost and share, a red envelope is offered!

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