Imprisoned cross-dressing sex slaves

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The Imprisoned Crossdressing Sex Slave

(Part 1)
In the dim light, a huge penis was tightly glued to the table, only the swollen, purplish glans exposed. I watched my genitals being tortured like this, yet I was helpless. My hands were tied behind my back and I was suspended high from the ceiling, forced to stand on tiptoe to barely alleviate the twisting of my elbows.
The person standing before me was my master; I didn't know his name. I hadn't even seen his face. Every time he disciplined and tortured me, he would wear a mask, somewhat resembling a Japanese tengu, but not quite. I dared not look closely; my master forbade his lowly slaves from looking directly at his upper body. Even a stolen glance would result in waterboarding and confinement.
It was inhuman torture. The first time I was waterboarded was also the first time I saw my master.
I wasn't very thin, just lacking muscle. I started going to the gym, but whenever I took off my clothes and showed my arms, I was always ridiculed, simply because I was too pale.
Many girls were jealous of my skin, saying I was born into the wrong family. Feeling insecure, I didn't want to be the center of attention. What might be a joke to others, I took very seriously. So, I went for a run alone in the park late at night, and that's where I met my master. It
was already very late that day, and I hadn't really wanted to go. But the thought of the allure of a V-line and a V-shaped waist swayed me, so I mustered my energy and put on my running shoes. Not long after, I suddenly noticed someone standing under a streetlamp, wearing a long trench coat, their face obscured.
Terrified by the darkness, I froze, realizing it was already past midnight, and aside from patrol officers, there was no one else around.
The person in black seemed to notice me, turning and walking towards me. When I came to my senses and looked closer, I realized it was a woman, a large, naked woman in a trench coat. If it weren't for the two bells hanging from her breasts, I might have been able to flirt with her.
She had no expression, just staring straight ahead. At first, I thought she was looking at me, but I was wrong.
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Just as I was reminiscing, a stream of white wax was poured onto my glans, making me scream in pain. My master, holding the candle, slapped me twice across the face. Then he pressed the candle base hard against my glans.
With his other hand, he stroked the base of my cleanly shaved penis and leaned in to smell my hair. Since I was locked up here, they injected me with female hormones and dressed me like a woman. Besides, I naturally look like a woman; sometimes when I look in the mirror, I can't see any signs of being a man, even my breasts are slightly protruding. Except for that penis below.
I let out a few soft moans, the huge vibrator almost touching my prostate.
"Are you going to cum?" my master asked me.

(II)

At that time, my master asked me the same question. I found myself completely naked, tightly bound to a park bench, my legs raised above my head, my ankles tied to the lamppost behind me, exposing my entire buttocks.
The woman in black was sucking my penis when I finally came to my senses. I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and my back was still tingling.
Then I heard a deep voice behind me: "Are you going to cum?" I was indeed going to cum. I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth was stuffed shut. Looking around, all I could see was black and darkness. The person who had attacked me stood behind me, seemingly enjoying the scene.
The woman in black was licking my penis while playing with my anus, occasionally kissing the tender flesh next to my anus. If I hadn't been tied up, the feeling would have been heavenly. The person behind me was equally aroused and pulled out his penis, attacking me. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it; that wicked, stinking penis was right next to my ear.
He took the stuff out of my mouth, and I realized it was my underwear. I felt nauseous. Before I could even open my mouth to make a sound, he turned my head and skillfully put a gag on me. I had to keep my mouth open, unable to even swallow my saliva. I knew what was about to happen. That foul-smelling penis was shoved into my mouth; it was long and thick. The glans pressed against the back of my throat, and an immediate feeling of suffocation surged through my brain. Besides suffocation, there was also shame. He was choking me, shaking my head back and forth. In my hazy state, my consciousness was already quite unclear; I only remembered the feeling of that foul-smelling semen shooting all over my face—it was utterly humiliating.
Later, I was captured by my master and brought here. At first, I resisted desperately, but all I received was endless pain and torture. Especially after being in the water dungeon, I became much more obedient, learning to actively please my master to avoid further punishment. By then, I had been tortured in various ways and finally gave in. I performed oral sex on my master's penis; that was the first time I had willingly sucked a man's penis. Although I was very unwilling, I hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days.
To survive, I had to make the deal. His penis was strange; it had a unique fishy smell that you couldn't forget once you smelled it. I could always recall the feeling after being conquered by his penis, a feeling that no other man's penis could match.
After my master ejaculated in my mouth, he contentedly retrieved a funnel and fed me "water." The foul-smelling urine gushed down my throat, spilling onto my face and dripping onto the cold floor. Beside me lay the master's semen, which I had just vomited out. My master, with a victorious air, shoved the leftovers on the ground and turned to leave.
Tears welled in my eyes as I ate the food mixed with semen and urine. It was truly awful, but I later learned the immense price I had to pay for it.
However, my master wasn't satisfied with his submissive sex slaves; he preferred those who resisted helplessly. The woman
in black was one of his favorites. She was beautiful, had a lovely voice, and her vagina was truly exquisite. The initial penetration felt like entering a vast ocean, overflowing with vaginal fluid. But the deeper I went, the tighter the flesh became. By the time I realized it, the entrance had already gripped my penis, and after a few thrusts, I had to surrender.
This wasn't something my master said; it was something I experienced firsthand.
I had just eaten my master's penis a few times, and each time after he ejaculated, he would lock me in a small room and leave me alone. But this time was different. After he ejaculated on my face, he made me wipe it off and eat it piece by piece, which I did.
Clearly, my master was satisfied and led me out of the small room. The small room was gloomy and terrifying, just like the outside, like a prison. Only the iron bars had been replaced by small doors. I knelt on the ground, walking like a dog, a leash around my neck, following my master.
After passing countless rooms, we finally entered through a door. I immediately recognized the woman on the bed—the woman in black from that night. I hated her, but I couldn't explain why; I simply blamed her for everything I was going through. After all, I dared not defy my master anymore, so I could only vent my anger on her.
Her life seemed better; she had some furniture and decorations, unlike my prison cell. But her life was far from easy. From her cold eyes, I could see that she had completely lost hope and light in her life.

My master grabbed the long hair that had been implanted in me. For the first time, I felt the immense power of having my hair pulled; I could only let my master do as she pleased. She pressed me down onto the birthing chair, securing my hands and feet to the supports, my anus facing the woman in black.
The woman in black walked towards me, her breasts swaying with each step. Only then did I see clearly two large characters imprinted on her fair skin—"Jasmine."
"Jasmine" was her name? And what was even more terrifying was that the characters didn't look tattooed; were they branded on?
Before I could think, a sudden chill ran through my anus. Jasmine was injecting water into it with a large syringe. My master was using a stun gun to stimulate my nipples. The churning sensation in my intestines was unbearable; even just one syringe felt like I was going to die. Jasmine pulled out an anal plug and forcefully inserted it into my anus, the egg-sized plug tightly sealing the liquid inside. My mouth was already gagged, so I could only groan.
Jasmine started sucking my penis again, this time not just oral sex, but more like a performance for her master. She played with every part of my penis, stimulating the glans with a vibrating egg, even using an electric shock to stimulate my scrotum. She then used a masturbation sleeve, but I was only focused on expelling the enema fluid and felt no pleasure.
Finally, my master got tired of watching, pulled out the anal plug, and feces gushed out with the liquid, spilling all over the floor. A strong smell of feces filled the room, but Jasmine seemed used to the atmosphere and remained unmoved. However, her master was incredibly excited; his penis, which had previously ejaculated, was erect again before her.
Jasmine knelt on the floor, removed her hands from my penis, and began to play with my anus. It was the first time my anus had been penetrated by fingers; they pressed against the inner wall of my rectum, teasing my sphincter muscles with contractions. My anus had become more accustomed to the dilation, and just as I was slowly enjoying this novel stimulation, Jasmine put a penis sheath on me, tightly gripping the base of my penis and the glans. The sensation seemed to stretch it considerably, but my testicles were squeezed into a tiny stainless steel sheath—any smaller and they would burst.
After putting on the sheath, Jasmine took out a vibrator, applied lubricant, and inserted it into my anus. I cried out in surprise, a muffled sound escaping my throat. I heard a similar whimpering sound behind me; I wondered which sex slave was giving their master deep throat oral sex. Jasmine used a vibrator to penetrate me, and as a man, being raped by a woman with a dildo was utterly humiliating. Under these circumstances, I ejaculated.
The semen shot out far and stuck to Jasmine's hair. Jasmine was also a little stunned. My penis was still tightly bound and did not shrink at all after ejaculation. My master also became interested and released the sex slave from his crotch and turned to face me.
I don't know why this happened, but I felt a tingling sensation deep in my rectum. This kind of pleasure hit my brain directly and was a different kind of feeling.

(III)
Now this feeling came again. The glans, which was stuck to the solidified white wax, writhed involuntarily, and the veins bulged. My master turned the vibration to the maximum, and a surge of pleasure gushed out, but the semen was stuck in the urethra and could not come out. It felt like the inside of my penis was about to explode.
"Nod if you ejaculated." My master teased me in his deep voice.
I could only nod. Only then did my master peel off the white wax, and the hot semen covered the table. The master seemed to enjoy the scene. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his own penis, thrusting it into my anus.
By this time, my anus was already accustomed to the foreign object entering, and it hurt a little. What hurt even more was my elbow, which felt like it was about to break. But it still couldn't compare to the pain of my master's first time penetrating my anus. That was an excruciating pain.
My hands and feet were untied, but the penis sheath still bound my manhood. I was thrown onto the bed, and the soft mattress gave me the illusion that I was still lying in my own small apartment.
Soon, the master shattered this illusion. He held my waist, rubbing his huge penis against my reddened anus. I lay on the bed like a female dog, knowing what awaited me, and Jasmine sat in front of me. Her eyes seemed to be talking to me, no longer the dull and lifeless eyes they had before. It was as if she was encouraging me, sympathizing with me, pitying me.
The master thrust hard, and a sharp pain shot through my lower body. I felt like my intestines were about to burst, my anus was torn, and like a woman's first time, blood stained the sheets.
The master thrust even harder, penetrating deep into my anus again and again. Jasmine kissed me, sucking up my saliva, making me suck on her nipple, cradling me in her arms like a mother. The master's lust was finally released, but the pain was far from over.
Without being commanded, Jasmine instinctively blocked my anus, continuously sucking the bloody semen, even swallowing a little excrement.
My first time ended like this. The penis sheath was removed, but it remained proudly erect, refusing to bow even when I returned to the dark room. Although my buttocks ached terribly, making it impossible to sit, I started masturbating, questioning myself—what was this feeling?
The master untied my hands, continuing to fuck my anus while making me masturbate my limp penis. My face swayed back and forth against the table, seemingly accustomed to this life, letting him manipulate and play with me. Soon, a torrent of semen poured inside me.
I used my fingers to scoop out the master's semen, then released it into my mouth. The master reveled in having his semen consumed, and he did so with unrestrained pleasure. No matter where he ejaculated, he ordered his sex slaves to eat every last drop.
I still remember the time I refused and was imprisoned in the water dungeon, suffering unbearable torment.
It was a torture platform; I lay there with a tap right above me. Whenever the tap was turned on, icy water flooded my face, and all I could hear was the sound of the water. Unlike the "sticking official" torture, you had to twist your head back and forth to avoid the water to breathe the meager air. Sometimes I wanted to die, but human instinct wouldn't allow it; even the slightest breath of air would compel my brain to inhale.
Although my hands and feet were bound to the bed, it wasn't easy. I'd seen sex slaves who tried to escape, only to be imprisoned in the water dungeon, their hands and feet pierced with needles and burned, ultimately tortured to death.
I was only imprisoned for a few hours, but it felt like centuries. To avoid further torture, I had no choice but to obediently become the master's sex slave.
My master was fairly fond of me, perhaps because I was the first sex slave with a penis. I could do things other sex slaves couldn't, like fucking them.
The first time I fucked other sex slaves, I was filled with guilt; my master just watched, like watching two dogs having sex in the wild. The sex slave beneath me cried out wildly to please my master, as if craving his penis—this trick worked. I lay on the ground, the sex slave on top of me. This was my first real look at her. She must have been in her thirties or forties, her vagina loose, but with a slutty energy. My master was on top of her, thrusting hard into her anus. I could even feel his strength in my penis, and suddenly my mind conjured images of him fucking me. My anus was a little irritated, hoping something would be inserted to relieve the itch.
Was I going to become like the sex slave in front of me? Giving up my dignity for lust. I couldn't do that, but my anus was so itchy.

(IV)

Later, I also attended my master's lewd party, where people with similar fetishes and controlling tendencies gathered. They chatted, discussed business, and then had sex with their slaves.
My master brought me and another slave, "Iris," whose name was branded on her chest. Iris was a head shorter than me and had a loli-like face. My master held her hand like a father holding his daughter's hand, even though she was already twenty-eight years old.
Iris seemed very excited, clinging to my master in the car and acting coquettishly. That bitch was really shameless. I was tied up and thrown into the back seat, watching Iris constantly hinting at how much she wanted to be fucked.
Was I jealous?
When we arrived at the club, I was blindfolded and taken out of the car. I don't know how much time passed, but when the blindfold was removed, I was stunned.
The huge dance floor was packed with people, and various SM shows were being performed on the stage. My master was sitting on a soft seat, and a woman I didn't recognize was sucking my master's penis, while Iris was on top of another man in a suit, passionately kissing him.
I glanced at the room and saw that we were still in VIP seats. This small private room was on the third floor, and unlike the other rooms that were packed with people, this room only had three people: my host, a man in a suit, and a woman.
The female protagonist was dressed in luxurious attire, with a female dog kneeling beneath her. She was called a female dog because her elbows and knees were bound with cloth, forcing her to walk like a dog, wearing a leash, and a tail inserted into her anus. I didn't want to become like that.
The woman on top of her was another female dog, this wanton one making loud sucking sounds while vigorously rubbing her fat vulva, constantly smearing her own juices on my face.
The female protagonist seemed quite interested in me; despite being a woman, she possessed a large penis.
"What a thick penis," the female protagonist said seductively. The female
protagonist didn't answer, but simply waved her hand, signaling the female dog beneath her to move aside.
"Smack!" A leather whip lashed across my buttocks. The female dog trembled in pain, shaking as she moved away from her master's penis, hiding behind the female protagonist.
"Look at his little penis," the female protagonist said, as if mocking a young boy's undeveloped penis.
I looked down and saw that my own penis was indeed erect.
The man in the suit didn't even watch the performance on stage. He turned to me and asked, "What's your name?" I hadn't said my name in a long time, and for a moment I couldn't speak. Iris, however, spoke first, saying, "His name is Muhe. What a beautiful name, even whiter than a Muhe flower."
I then realized that was my name. I glanced at the humanoid bitch standing in front of me, wagging her tail and sticking out her butt. The female lead laughed and said, "Why don't you let my beloved dog perform for everyone? Those inferior goods down there can't compare to ours." The owner didn't speak, as if she tacitly approved. I don't know where I got the courage, but as if to grab everyone's attention, I grabbed the bitch's petite waist and thrust hard into her cunt.
This bitch not only dressed as a bitch, but even her barks were like a dog's. This amused the man in the suit, who laughed heartily. I then realized that Iris was the only one beside him. Did he not have any sex slaves?
Just as I was thinking this, the man in the suit walked towards me, took out his penis, and brought it to my face. I opened my mouth willingly, greedily inhaling the taste of his penis.
The man in the suit praised me endlessly, while the bitch beneath him barked even more enthusiastically. I noticed my master's penis was also hard, and the female lead naturally let loose, pressing down on another wanton bitch and licking her vulva.
The entire hall echoed with lewd moans. A moment later, the man in the suit ejaculated into my mouth. When his limp penis moved away from me, I realized the female lead was already walking towards me with a dildo on, while the bitch was shamelessly giving her master a blowjob.
It seemed my anus was about to suffer again. But the little bitch in front of me was trembling with fear. I didn't know why she was so afraid of the female lead, but I realized how powerful it was when the female lead's dildo was inserted into my anus.
It was a modified dildo, seemingly made of virtual skin, except for one thing—the addition of ball bearings. The steel balls rubbed against the inner wall of my rectum; it was more like a torture device. No wonder the bitch in front of me was so terrified. My anus was stretched open, a sharp pain assaulting my brain. In a blur, I felt my master pull out that terrifying instrument of torture. Then…

(V)
I slumped helplessly on the table. At that moment, Jasmine came in, helped me up, and tore off the tape stuck to my penis. She was like my sister, but now I had to fuck her.
Ever since that party, my master had been particularly fond of watching my penis go in and out of his sex slave. I was fucking Jasmine, and Jasmine was sucking my master's penis, swaying with my rhythm.
Jasmine's vagina was wet and tight, but I felt no pleasure. I had slowly discovered that my penis would only get erect when my anus was stimulated. Was I born to be fucked?
My master's penis hardened again. He grabbed Jasmine's shoulders with both hands, sandwiching me between them. His penis, erect in my buttocks, went straight into my anus. And so, the three of us wriggled up and down, creating a particularly strange scene.
My master's penis plunged deep inside, my cock gripped tightly by the folds of flesh. I began to enjoy the feeling, the shame of being humiliated and penetrated. My master's penis thrust in and out dozens of times, each time with great force. I actually experienced repeated orgasms like a woman, and his penis ejaculated thick semen, mixing with the jasmine's vaginal fluids and churning inside my vagina.
The multiple orgasms left me weak and exhausted until I fainted. The last thing I remember is how good my master's penis felt inside me.
When I woke up, my master was standing in front of me, holding a red-hot branding iron. I knew what that meant. I had become my master's true sex slave. When the words "Muhe" were branded onto my flat breasts, I knew I could never leave this place again.

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