Adam's Bedtime Exercise

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Adam lowered his head, silently gazing at the trainer standing before him. This arrogant and cold Eurasian mixed-race man, surnamed Xu, had given himself the name "Xu Chu." However, based on what Adam had learned in his cultural classes at the slave school—that an excellent slave must understand the cultures of the world in order to better serve their masters from different countries—this short, blond-haired man, the supervisor and host of the nighttime arena performances, bore nothing in common with the legendary Chinese knight of the same name.

Xu glanced maliciously at the electronic notepad in his hand, then at Adam's broad, muscular chest, before finally speaking slowly and deliberately: "Adam, hehe, I don't know how you offended your trainer, but since you're here, you'll have to go out and have your turn… the last match, in group four!"
The last sentence was addressed to his subordinates. Two assistants grabbed Adam's arms and dragged him out of Xu's office.

This tropical island, isolated in the ocean, was a place where all sorts of absurd fantasies converged. A small, private club, over nearly a century, transformed itself into a massive, never-ending carnival. Every year, the club purchases hundreds of sex slaves from training schools, private classrooms, and smaller clubs around the world, as well as from various auctions. These slaves are then further trained by the island's trainers into exquisite playthings that meet the club's standards.

Adam was chosen by Rachel at a rural school nestled in the beautiful valleys of Tyrol, where she was then responsible for procuring new slaves for the club. Adam was deeply grateful to Rachel, not only because it was the world's finest club, offering slaves unimaginable, first-rate adventures, but also because Rachel, the gentle and beautiful Rachel, one of the island's most outstanding trainers, personally served as Adam's trainer.

As Rishia's favorite, Adam had never performed in a nighttime competition before. Although he knew that slaves had to be thoroughly cleaned—in island jargon, "stripped and washed"—before entertaining the audience on stage, he hadn't expected the bathhouse to be so cold. The icy water poured relentlessly over his naked body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably, even his scrotum contracting. This sight amused the servants working inside. They brandished the hoses, slapping their goosebump-covered skin, each wearing lewd smiles.

However, compared to the trials he had endured under Rishia's care, it was nothing. Adam, shivering, forced a mocking smile, which clearly displeased the men. "Hey guys, this is quite the proud lad! We'd better give him a thorough cleaning, inside and out!" They scrubbed and brushed him vigorously, the coarse brushes leaving striking red marks on Adam's glossy skin. Then, a hose was suddenly plunged into his body from behind, the cold, salty water sending an indescribable, intense stimulation through his rectum. At the same moment, Adam's genitals fell into the grasp of a large hand wearing a plastic glove. Under this brutal torment, Adam began to pant heavily in less than twenty seconds.

Of course, a slave's climax wouldn't be wasted on something like this. When Adam's belly swelled to about three fingers' height, the jet of cold water replaced the hand, and the hose was pulled out of his anus. The servants grabbed his blond curls, dragged him to the ditch in the corner, and watched amidst laughter as the jet of water gushed from behind him.

After this process was repeated several times, Adam, now clean and stripped, was dragged into another room. There were already about a dozen soaking wet slaves there, clearly intending to entertain the island's tourists that night with their performances, just like Adam.

There were also three or four men in shirts and boxing shorts in the room. They were the club's artists, or more precisely, a group of sculptors, except their material wasn't clay or bronze, but naked sex slaves. Their job was to transform the slaves into flesh sculptures to adorn this island of beauty and desire. The slaves who would be performing that night were first placed around the performance hall as decorations before their turn.

Usually, the sculptors had the slaves imitate classic sculptures; sometimes, like tonight, they arranged the slaves in various lewd and ridiculous poses. They manipulated the beautiful flesh in their hands like they were playing with celluloid dolls. A plump girl was sculpted to resemble a toddler eating its toes; a supple male slave was hunched over, belly up, in a U-shape, his penis suspended straight up; another slave was tightly bound, almost large enough to fit into a suitcase; several other male and female slaves were arranged in various masturbation poses.

When it was Adam's turn, his treatment was simpler: his arms were bound behind his back, and he was placed on a simple wooden horse fixed to a base. At the front of the horse was a thin metal rod, like an antenna. Adam quickly discovered that this rod was made of some kind of highly flexible metal, because the oldest-looking sculptor effortlessly bent it towards Adam and inserted it into his urethra. “This serves three purposes,” he explained smugly to his colleagues as he adjusted the angle of the metal rod. “First, it will immobilize the slaves, preventing them from squatting or standing up, forcing them into this half-squatting, half-standing position; second, it will control them, preventing them from having random orgasms; and third, since this guy’s performance is at the very end, we need to prevent him from urinating anywhere and making a mess of the room. Hahahaha!”

Adam

knew there was still a considerable amount of time before it was his turn. After settling into his position a little, he used observing the enormous performance hall to alleviate the pain of his contorted posture.
It was peak tourist season on the island, and the performance hall was about 90% full. Slave waiters, carrying trays of soda and ice-cold beer, smiled and moved among the guests, completely naked except for their gleaming body paint. Looking at these radiant, vibrant thighs, buttocks, and breasts, Adam couldn’t help but smile: naked slave waiters—this was an iconic scene on the island. Every slave on the island served naked (unless they were performing in a pornographic play), and Adam himself had been completely naked for four and a half months. This made the slaves seem like animalistic beings, especially when they served the well-dressed guests. The masters and mistresses were usually polite and rarely touched their slaves directly in public, but their reserved expressions seemed to convey the message: you lovely creatures are just inferior beings, you must expose all your private parts, it is the mark of this difference in status, you even apply more oil to these parts to attract attention... Strangely enough, this humiliating status was a strong stimulus. All the male slaves, including Adam, always had their penises erect as they bustled among the linen, silk, leather, and other fabrics. The situation with the female slaves was less clear; they were always able to cover themselves more, but Adam believed that the watermarks on the inner thighs of those girls were not caused by sweat. In this situation, the only way for the slaves to maintain their dignity was through even more humble smiles and more obsequious politeness.

However, almost none of the guests in the performance hall were paying attention to the alluring bodies around them; their attention was entirely drawn to the intense competition on the central stage.

Two enormous spinning wheels, each over two meters in diameter, were placed side-by-side on the stage. Within each wheel, two naked girls, their arms tightly bound behind their backs, were running face-to-face. Clearly, they were the power source that kept the wheels spinning. Above each wheel hung an electronic screen displaying numbers that constantly changed with each rotation, presumably indicating the number of revolutions.

The two girls were clearly specially trained as athletic slaves; even running like comically small hamsters, they appeared incredibly energetic, almost vibrant. Their full breasts bounced enthusiastically with each stride, and beads of sweat glistened on their pulsating muscles, reflecting the lights.

These days, keeping a small team of athletic slaves is the most fashionable thing to do. On this island, they mainly engage in entertainment-oriented performances. However, in many manors outside, wealthy and noble private owners hire professional sports coaches to rigorously train their slaves, who then compete in well-organized, formal matches. A slave who wins a major championship brings immense glory to their master, and their value skyrockets. However, as sex slaves, their competitions are naturally not simple athletic contests. To entertain their masters, the rules of the competitions inevitably include elements of humiliation and torture.

For example, the two girls on stage now have a metallic sheen between their long legs; this is actually a clitoral massager made of lightweight alloy, tightly gripping their circumcised clitorises. It vibrates in rhythm with their running, torturing the two female slaves with varying intensity. The greater the range of motion, the more intense the stimulation.
The audience cheered them on enthusiastically, their shouts rising in waves, indicating a fiercely contested and thrilling competition. However, the more voluptuous girl on the left was beginning to falter. Knowing from the cheers that her spinner was lagging behind, the poor girl tried to increase her pace, further intensifying the vibrations of the massager. A series of mini-orgasms accumulated, distorting her movements, and her juices dripped onto her feet with each hip movement, finally causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

The victor, equally breathless and struggling, swayed and moved to her opponent's side. Following the prescribed ritual, she lifted one of the loser's thighs, exposing her entire genitals to the audience. A large amount of vaginal fluid glistened between her legs, a tempting sheen. Then, she placed one foot on the plump, trembling buttocks, defiantly confirming her victory. The rules for the three

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night competition were quite simple: the winners were taken backstage amidst congratulations and praise, given a comfortable hot shower, and then fed, massaged, and made up by male and female servants, leaving them radiant and fragrant. Finally, after all the competitions were over, a simple auction was held, selling these slaves to the highest bidder for a romantic night.

The losers, however, were immediately punished. Unlike other similar sex slave clubs, the island's punishments for slaves were relatively simple: they didn't favor complex instruments of torture, preferring instead simple, direct whipping or slapping of the slaves' elastic muscles. Sometimes the whole body was punished, but more often it targeted the "specially designated punishment organ" in the center of the body.

This time, it seemed to be the same. The girl who lost the race quickly washed away her sweat and filth while the performance props were being removed, and was led back onto the stage. The one holding the silver chain was a petite, serious-looking young woman in a royal blue silk suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her hair neatly styled in a bun, looking like a female teacher preparing to punish a naughty student. Adam realized he didn't recognize the girl; she was probably a new trainee, he guessed.

The "teacher" sat comfortably in a chair, then gently tugged at the chain. The punished slave girl immediately moved closer, took Adam's hand, kissed it respectfully, and then nimbly knelt on Adam's lap. Clearly, this was a performance of spanking—simple, but very popular.

From Adam's position, he couldn't see the expression of the slave girl about to be spanked, but he knew she must be very nervous. On this island, slaves were rarely even allowed to sit on the ground with their buttocks exposed, as this organ was reserved specifically for punishment. Even the most obedient sex slaves rarely escaped being beaten several times in a row for two days in a row. The trainers, even the most inexperienced ones, were adept at finding places on this wretched organ that would make the slaves cry out loud. Adam himself had countless experiences of being beaten so badly on Rishia's knees that he wet himself. In fact, after being beaten, slaves were usually not sent to the treatment room, but were immediately made to serve tourists, perform, or undergo other training with their red, swollen buttocks exposed. This made them clearly understand the seriousness of their mistakes.

Sure enough, in no time, the female slave had exhausted her endurance and began to wail and struggle. However, because her legs were tied together and her arms were crossed and tied behind her back before the beating began, the executioner only needed to press a point in the middle of her waist to completely control her movements.

After breaking through the slave's resistance, the "teacher" slowed the frequency of her slaps. She occasionally stroked the swollen, red flesh, searching for the most sensitive spots, while also waiting for the girl on her lap to relax slightly after her extreme tension. Then, seizing the opportunity, she would deliver a crisp slap, eliciting the girl's screams and the satisfied laughter of the audience.

Watching the futile writhing of the plump buttocks, watching this pitiful slave pleasing the audience with her humiliation and pain, Adam felt a surge of excitement, especially when he thought he might be in a similar position later. The stimulation was even more intense, and waves of dizziness surged to his head. If his penis hadn't been secured with a device, Adam probably would have already ejaculated.

And so, as the pedestals of the flesh-shaped statues placed along the walls of the performance hall emptied one by one, a series of exciting competitions unfolded before the audience: a pair of humanoid dogs frolicked among the tourists, fiercely vying for the colorful balls thrown by their trainers…

two muscular female slaves, resembling Amazonian warriors, slick with glittering grease, wrestled to their deaths in a shallow, transparent bowl…

a pair of slaves who looked like twin sisters competed to see who could reach the most orgasms in a quarter of an hour…

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After a long wait of two hours, it was finally Adam's group's turn. When he and the other five male slaves were untied from their positions, their bodies were numb from being bound for so long that they could barely walk. They were practically crawling and tumbling onto the stage under the lash of whips.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last competition of the day," Xu said, his voice still full of energy after a night of hosting. "You can see these strong warhorses!" he pointed to the row of slaves, their expressions uneasy.

The servants were busy brushing them with olive oil. Provoked by the brushes, the slaves' penises became active again, eliciting laughter from the audience. Amidst this humiliating laughter, Adam could only try to maintain his upright posture and concentrate on the master of ceremonies' speech.

"Next, these stallions will carry their respective knights in a fierce battle!" Ah, so it was a mounted battle. Adam understood the content of the competition. In slave school, he had participated in such games once or twice in play classes: slaves riding "ponies" would strike each other with inflatable plastic weapons or down-filled cloth weapons until one fell off. It wasn't a too bad competition; according to the rules, the horses couldn't attack each other directly, so the slaves riding them were rarely injured. However, on the other hand, Adam couldn't control the outcome of the battle; the winner depended mainly on the rider's performance.

After Mr. Xu finished explaining the rules of the competition in a long and rambling manner, he began to introduce the riders who were going to compete. Adam noticed that the six beautiful female riders—three with long hair and three with pretty short bobs, which would obviously be the basis for dividing them into two opposing teams—were all new faces. Moreover, judging from their uneasy expressions and stiff movements, they were obviously new slaves who had just graduated.

Adam couldn't help but feel sorry for them. Training schools were vastly different from regular clubs. Although both involved training and using them as sex slaves, in schools, the slaves were always surrounded by many equally naked classmates, and the few trainers were all familiar and experienced, making sex slavery almost a natural state. In clubs, however, it was the opposite. Even in high-class clubs like Desire Island, the ratio of visitors to slaves was usually more than three to one. Add to that a large number of crude and lewd maids, cooks, butlers, security guards, and assistants, and the result was that the slaves were in a state of being surrounded and watched. For beginners, what was worse was that they didn't yet have a gentle yet strict trainer to rely on…

Adam was lost in thought when the emcee pushed a female slave to his side. Hmm, this was his partner for the night. Adam brazenly sized up the girl. This was a voluptuous woman, but because of her tall and slender figure, she didn't appear heavy at all; she had broad shoulders and ample breasts, a slender waist and full hips, thin but strong calves, and long, straight thighs. Her features were dignified and beautiful, and her pupils and long hair, which almost reached her waist, were an unfathomable black.

"Dani!" the host announced the female slave's name loudly, and the audience responded with enthusiastic applause, clearly admiring her beautiful figure. Her expression was also tense and uneasy, but more than that, it was excited and eager to try. She seemed to lack something that a sex slave should have... Oh no, Adam suddenly realized that this girl was probably the kind of child spoiled by an inexperienced trainer. Too many rewards and caresses, and inappropriate punishments, prevented her from being in the ideal state of humiliation and excitement, on the verge of collapse but not quite, that the club needed. It seems she's bound to lose the competition and learn a lesson, alas, and Adam got dragged into it too… Perhaps, Rishia also hopes Adam will learn a lesson… Who can fathom Rishia's thoughts…

The servants began preparing for the competition. The male slaves were pushed into a quadruped position so their riders could ride backwards on their backs. Assistants tied their thighs and calves together and then pushed them backwards, so they lay supine on the backs of the male slaves.

The contrast between their plump, fleshy buttocks and their narrow, firm buttocks was striking, but this arrangement wasn't meant to be amusing. The servants brought over large jars of lubricant, which the assistants applied to the buttocks and inner thighs of the six contestants. Since their thighs and calves were tied together, unable to touch the stage floor or effectively grip the riders' waists, they couldn't sit securely on their mounts, turning the supposed competition into a farce.

Adam could feel the woman's movements on his back. For a enslaved woman, having grease applied to her groin and crotch was an intense stimulation, not to mention the psychological thrill of being watched by so many. Each female slave seemed to have experienced at least a mild orgasm. When they were lifted up again and put into a riding position, Adam felt as if a ball of heat was burning in the middle of his waist.

The actual competition was slightly more intense than Adam had imagined. The girl on his back seemed to have a competitive spirit as developed as her athletic ability. Amid the riders' excited screams and the thud of inflatable tomahawks and maces colliding, she skillfully controlled her center of gravity, struggling to block and defend herself. However, she couldn't reverse the tide. Although it wasn't easy for the audience to notice, the male slaves who were competing with them were stronger, the female slaves were lighter, and their weapons were longer and harder, allowing them to exert more force.
Now, her two companions had already been knocked off their horses amidst the frenzied shouts of the audience, leaving only Dani to barely withstand the combined attack of three opponents. Although she had taken many blows, being surrounded made it harder for her to get off Adam's back. In this final struggle, everyone stopped shouting and simply strained to swing their ridiculous weapons. Adam listened to the heavy breathing of the eight slaves when suddenly, a sharp cry came from his back. A girl with short blonde hair had swung her mace too wildly and was caught off guard by Dani's powerful strike, falling to the ground. At the same time, the inflatable mace hooked around her waist, causing her to lose her balance. The unfortunate slave swayed and dodged several more blows from the other two opponents, but ultimately, she couldn't generate enough friction between her private parts and Adam's back, and helplessly slid down amidst a chorus of boos.

Strictly speaking, the girl's final hook after landing was a foul. However, it was clear that Dani, or Adam, or both of them, had already been decided to be punished. Therefore, Xu announced the result of the match in a cheerful tone.

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What kind of punishment would they receive next? Adam watched dejectedly as the staff rearranged the stage. They huffed and puffed as they carried a huge pile of equipment out from backstage and quickly assembled it into a strange contraption on a support over two meters high, topped with a large wheel-shaped disc. It looked like an umbrella frame with its tarpaulin removed. The audience was very excited about this novel contraption, letting out a series of frightening noises.

After everything was set up, two bald, bearded men walked towards the group of slaves standing at the corner of the stage, awaiting their fate. These two men were clearly carefully selected; their tall, strong, and fierce appearance contrasted sharply with the vulnerability and fear of the sex slaves. Dani was their first victim. Two giants, each grabbing an arm and an ankle on one side, flipped her forward, lifting the towering Dani upside down like a helpless rabbit. The poor girl was utterly terrified by the sudden attack, unable to even scream. Her long legs were spread apart and held in their hands, exposing her entire genitals. After being displayed to the audience for a moment, Dani was tied to her left ankle and hung on a hook on the edge of the disc.
Adam stared blankly as Dani futilely kicked her right leg, barely noticing the two men leering at him. Before he could react, Adam was upside down, his limp penis slapping against his abdomen. After a brief display, he was hung next to Dani. The pain of carrying his entire weight on one leg made him kick like Dani. "Good heavens," Adam thought amidst the enthusiastic cheers, "are we really going to be whipped like this, hanging upside down?"

After all the losers were hanging in a circle on the supports, someone smeared them with a thick layer of oil again. Was this some kind of drug to increase their sensitivity? I don't think they've ever used it before. With such a thick layer of oil, we'll definitely look like that ancient Chinese dish called "roast duck"... Adam drifted into a daze, his mind filled with lingering pain in his thighs and fear. Yet, his penis, teased by the brush and fingers, involuntarily hardened again.

Unexpectedly, when the waiter carrying the oil bucket and brush left, the one who came to the side of these struggling, shimmering, beautiful bodies wasn't the executioner, but that annoying Xu again.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a loud voice rang out above Adam. "As you probably already know, the losers of the game must be punished. But this time, before we deal with these lewd guys, we're going to play a little game first." "

Now, the staff is distributing the game props—small, round-headed darts—to everyone. Hehe, don't grab them, don't grab them! One for each person! One for each person. Each dart has a corresponding seat number written on it. So taking another guest's dart won't do any good."

"Later, when the flywheel starts spinning, everyone can throw darts at the slaves! What? The dart heads are round? Oh, my dear friends, you must have noticed, the dart heads are wet. The chemicals on them will react with the oils on the slaves' bodies, and once the dart hits these guys, it will stick to them. Everyone, pay attention! Pay attention! Anyone who leaves a dart on a slave can come up and participate in punishing these lewd guys. Whichever one you hit, you can whip. A hit to the torso gets two whips, four to the limbs, and six to the buttocks and breasts. If you can hit their little brother or sister, wow, you've hit the jackpot! You can teach them a lesson ten times. However, hitting their heads is ineffective."

The audience was naturally stirred by this additional entertainment. These poor slaves, clumsily kicking their unbound legs, exposed their genitals, making them easy targets.

Adam wasn't a stranger to being used as a prop in such games, but when Xu and his assistant pushed the slaves' buttocks to spin the large target, he felt immense fear. It wasn't the darts themselves—these specially designed darts could be easily thrown to your desired location, but the force upon impact was always minimal—what truly terrified him was the audience's excited enthusiasm, the gleeful way hundreds of people treated the slaves like mere toys. He longed to return to Rishia's arms as soon as possible.

Adam and Dani were assigned to the last group, and after a quick wash, they were tied to a long table backstage, waiting for their turn.

A group of male and female guards surrounded them, laughing and joking. While they had no right to harm the slaves before the performance, they could freely play with their bodies, fondling the taut muscles of the male slaves and the silky skin of the female slaves. They threatened the slaves with the upcoming punishments while discussing which slave would break down first.

The first two companions to be punished were brought down; the two poor fellows had completely collapsed, sobbing like babies. Their bodies were beaten until they resembled freshly cooked lobsters, completely red and still steaming. Their faces and genitals were wet—the former from tears, the latter from incontinence. Seeing this, Adam realized he hadn't relieved himself for hours. He considered asking the guards to let him go, but then decided against it. These bastards were just waiting to see the slaves lose control and make a fool of themselves; they certainly wouldn't let him have his way.

The red-haired female slave in the second batch of torturers was clearly terrified by the scene. When she was taken off the table, she cried and struggled desperately, refusing to go on stage, until the strongest servant grinned and lifted her up, hoisting her onto his shoulder before taking her away. The male slave was also carried onto the stage, his buttocks resting on the servant's shoulder. Although he trembled with fear, his penis was actually erect, probably due to a conditioned reflex formed by long-term training linking pain, humiliation, and pleasure.

The two slaves in the second batch of tortures had been taken away for quite some time, perhaps half an hour. Although the soundproofing between the front and back stages was excellent, the noise of the audience and the increasingly frequent cries of the slaves could still be faintly heard. Adam knew it was almost his turn, and his fear grew stronger. When the two servants who had carried him earlier approached him, he almost urinated.

Having probably learned their lesson, those men, after untying Adam and Dani, immediately bound them together in a four-horse stance, then strung them onto bamboo poles they'd found somewhere, and carried them to the front of the stage. One of them was so excited that he hummed an old folk song: "Pigs, sheep, where are you taking them...^^"

And so, Adam was once again on the central stage of the performance hall. A small table, about half a person's height, was casually placed in the middle of the stage. The servants carrying the slaves placed him and Dani side by side on this table, removed the bamboo poles, and left. Because they were still bound in a four-horse stance, their buttocks were raised high, their genitals facing the audience. A sharp fingernail scratched from their perineum, along the midline of their scrotum, all the way to their urethral opening, instantly arousing Adam. The low moans emanating from beside him indicated that Dani was similarly aroused. “These two idiots are having a good time!” Xu mocked them maliciously. “But they’ll be even more excited later!”

Adam recalled the scene when he first entered the slave school. It was a demonstration lesson: human genitalia. It sounded ridiculous, because these sex slaves were all seasoned veterans of the pleasure quarters; how could they not recognize genitalia? Yet, this lesson stunned them all. A pair of the most beautiful male and female slaves Adam had ever seen, their seniors who stayed at the school to serve as teaching aids, were displaying their private parts side by side on the stage, just like him and Dani were now, except they weren’t bound; instead, they were holding their own ankles. A trainer with long fingernails spent an afternoon slowly explaining the structure, sensitive spots, and reactions to various stimuli to everyone. A narrow, golden buttocks and a round, snow-white buttocks formed an alluring contrast in front of everyone. With the command of the long fingernails, the penis would erect and then soften, and vaginal fluid would gush out from the pink flesh. The two slaves often trembled with excitement, but never uttered a sound. This lesson was meant to teach the slaves, to show them that slaves were merely toys for their masters' amusement, just like now. After nearly a whole night of erotic feasting, many tourists had already gone back to their rooms to rest, but

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remaining audience still kept the room as lively as a beehive. Many of them had thrown darts at Adam and Dani, and the punishment of such beautiful bodies had fueled their passion, more than enough to compensate for the reduced numbers. When the laughter

from the audience at Adam and Dani's comical appearance subsided slightly, Xu continued his speech: "Just now, everyone has seen several very professional demonstrations of whip techniques. Now, I will introduce two experts, top masters."

Even while lying on the table, Adam still recognized the two executioners standing at the corner of the stage out of the corner of his eye. The one on the left was a gray-haired, thin trainer, a famous whip user on the island. Adam knew his surname was Chen and that he was a famous whip user on the island, but he couldn't remember if he was Annamese or Chinese. The other was a white female slave, which could be seen from... Her well-built body, completely naked except for a diamond collar, revealed her serene and composed demeanor and cold, calm expression, which exuded an air of absolute control. From Xu's incessant explanation, Adam learned that she was a slave trained by Chen, named Abel, who would be showcasing the skills Chen had taught her on him—this was not surprising, as truly excellent slaves needed to master many things, including the skills of their trainers. Although the club's customers were mainly sadists, there were also many who wanted to experience the taste of masochism and required the slaves to provide satisfactory cross-dressing services.

When Xu's rambling finally ended, two U-shaped mobile torture racks were pushed out and placed opposite each other on the left and right sides of the stage. Adam and Dani were also untied, but before he could even stretch his stiff limbs, he was bound in a spread-eagle position to the rack on the left. Opposite him, Dani was subjected to the same treatment, except that her legs were free and could barely touch the ground, unlike Adam who was bound to metal posts on either side.

Abel, with a cold expression, stood in front of Adam, his fingers lightly touching his body at intervals of about five centimeters, probing his reactions and weaknesses. To dispel his tension, Adam turned his gaze to Dani's side and found that Chen did not act like his student, but merely examined the unfortunate female slave with a calm gaze.

The initial whippings mainly fell on the back, thighs, and other less sensitive areas. Adam knew that this was to exhaust his strength first, and although the areas were not the most sensitive, the pain still overwhelmed him.

Across from her, Chen was also whipping Dani at a similar rhythm. Unlike Adam, who was completely restrained, Dani could twist her body within a wide range. However, the tip of Chen's whip still accurately reached where its master had aimed. The

somewhat monotonous slapping sounds echoed in the room, interspersed with the slaves' increasingly heavy breathing and the occasional groan. Soon, both victims were covered with terrible red welts.
Just as Adam's groans between his teeth were about to burst into screams, Abel switched to a shorter, lighter nine-tailed whip and focused his attention on his erogenous zones. The scattered whip tip mercilessly teased Adam's red-hot genitals, inner thighs, and nipples, sometimes gently caressing and lightly striking, bringing Adam to the brink of collapse, then stopping the final climax with heavy blows to the testicles. This repeated torture made Adam feel as if his penis was no longer a part of his body.

On the other side, Chen continued to punish Dani at the same pace. The poor girl had been pushed to the limit, and her cries of despair grew increasingly shrill. Her two long, white legs would sometimes curl up suddenly, and sometimes kick forcefully. This futile struggle did nothing to alleviate the pain of the whipping, but it greatly aroused the audience's desire. Countless pairs of eyes, shining with a terrifying light, followed Dani's beautiful, red and white, throbbing muscles.

"Friends, now it's your turn to show off your skills." Amidst the burning pain all over his body, Adam heard Xu's annoying, shrill voice again: "In tonight's final program, hehe, we're going to add a little excitement! Every audience member, if you can make that female slave lose control of her bladder, or make that male slave ejaculate, you'll receive a 50-point VIP ticket, usable for any entertainment at the club within 24 hours, including the upcoming auction!"

The audience's interest was immediately heightened. Fifty points were certainly not a small amount, almost enough to buy a slave's daily service, but the thought of personally making such adorable slaves lose control drove them even crazier!

"Please do not strike the head or waist directly," Abel whispered as he handed the whip to the first guest in line. Chen probably gave the same warning to his guests as well.

The whips used for the guests were specially designed to reduce the intensity of the blows, preventing inexperienced individuals from causing unnecessary harm to the slaves. However, Adam's skin, already severely damaged by Abel, was much more sensitive to pain, causing him to scream almost every time he was struck. Compared to Dani, however, his situation was much better, as the guests, aiming to make Adam "ejaculate," tried to control the whip's force.

On Dani's side, the tourists mostly targeted her full buttocks. They stood behind her, causing her to panic as she couldn't judge the direction of the threat, then violently lashed out with the whip, watching the tip bounce on her elastic muscles, listening to the female slave erupt in screams amidst sobs and whimpers. This brought satisfied smiles to each tourist's face.

Dani was the first to be completely subdued. A fanatical man, whipping her violently, roared, "Hurry up and urinate!" Whether startled by the brutality of this man or pushed to the limit of her pain resistance, after a violent shudder, Dani's urethral sphincter finally gave way. Now, the poor slave had no strength left to kick. She sobbed in despair, golden urine streaming down her snow-white thighs. Looking at the collapsed, limp Dani, Adam felt a surge of fear and helplessness. Had his limbs not been firmly strapped to the rack, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep standing there. Adam was so focused on the scene that he didn't even notice his own impending crisis.

Although the whippings, mostly concentrated on the genitals, caused unbearable pain, the clumsy techniques provided little real stimulation. So when the girl received a nine-tailed whip from Abel, Adam had no particular premonition.

It was a lovely young girl, giggling, her black hair braided into a thick plait against her snow-white neck. She looked a bit like Rishia, a corner of Adam's mind inexplicably began to race. Two lightning-fast blows struck his groin heavily, and before he could even scream in pain, the most severely injured spots on his buttocks were struck again. Poor Adam was beaten senseless; he was only focused on tensing his buttocks and didn't notice the girl's change in position, now completely behind him.

The final blow, the whip tip curling up between his wide-spread legs, precisely hitting all the sensitive spots from his anus to his glans. Adam, fearing the pain to come, was instantly defeated by this sudden attack, a mechanical, almost pleasureless ejaculation spurting his semen far away.

Amidst the applause and laughter of the crowd, the girl returned, smiling as she gently stroked Adam's scrotum with the whip near the handle, leisurely enjoying his humiliated and helpless expression. Adam

, 9-10

, never imagined that when he saw the servant responsible for cleaning the slaves strolling over with a hot water showerhead, he would be so terrified that he would tremble uncontrollably, which only drew loud laughter from the despicable fellow.

"Oh, Adam, don't be so afraid, it's just a little hot water. We have to wash you clean, hehe, it's good for your wounds..." He brazenly pinched Adam's firm buttocks, then turned on the water, and overwhelming pain suddenly gripped the unfortunate slave.

Normally, Adam, with his rigorous training, could easily endure this level of pain, but a whole night of exercise and punishment had exhausted his stamina. With screams of agony, his urethral sphincter lost control; since he hadn't released anything since entering this place, incontinence had persisted for a long time. This caused the showerhead to be aimed at his genitals, making him writhe and twist in excruciating pain, like a fish out of water.

When Adam recovered from his dazed and hysterical state, he was already lying on the treatment table in the "slave recovery room."

It was nearly midnight, and the once bustling "recovery room" was now empty. Unlike some similar clubs, this island placed great emphasis on ensuring the slaves' sleep and maintaining a regular lifestyle, so there were very few all-night programs. The idle staff gathered around the last few slaves receiving treatment. The

main equipment here was a cell-activating lamp, which, combined with specially formulated medicinal oil, could heal even the most severe skin and flesh wounds in about half an hour. More serious injuries required treatment at the island's regular hospital. However, this treatment looked very much like grilling meat: a layer of barbecue sauce was applied, the slave was grilled under the lamp for a while, then another layer was applied, or the slave was flipped over and grilled again. On the club's DIY program menu, there was an entertainment activity where, after a visitor had whipped a slave, the slave was secured to a grill, and the visitor would personally treat his victim with flames (the lamp) and barbecue sauce (medicated oil).

For the sex slaves, among the club's non-trainers, the people in the "recovery room" were probably the gentlest and most compassionate. If the work wasn't too intense, they would even gently wipe away the tears from the slaves' eyes before starting treatment.

However, this didn't mean they wouldn't play with and abuse the slaves they were in their hands like the others working in the club.

Right now, they were lifting Adam's long legs high, his buttocks facing the sky, just like a woman being fucked. Of course, their main purpose was to treat the most injured areas, his buttocks and penis, so they took turns applying handfuls of medicated oil to those red and burning areas. During the treatment, the nerve endings on the skin were activated and became particularly sensitive. The therapists wore thin rubber gloves with fine hairs on their hands, which made applying the medicated oil to such skin even more intense. Although the therapists were just ordinary hired staff, not professional trainers, after handling forty or fifty sensitive bodies every day for three or four months, each therapist naturally became skilled in the art of teasing.

Adam's body naturally reacted strongly to this "treatment," his shiny penis even swelling to a greater thickness and length than during the performance.

The men weren't idle, their hands and mouths alike, chattering and laughing with their patient: "I see you get especially excited after every beating!"

"So lewd, even your anus is contracting!"

"Adam, you're really pathetic, crying like a little girl!"

"Even a girl wouldn't be any worse than you."

"The girl who was brought in with you is much better!"

"Yeah, I think she's not as badly injured as you!"

……………………

Adam, annoyed by the mocking remarks, twisted his head, trying to distract himself. He found his equally unfortunate temporary partner lying on a treatment table to his left. She was surrounded by almost the same number of therapists.

After treatment, Dani's wounds had largely faded, her body a tempting fleshy red, glistening with oil, radiating an alluring carnal charm. The therapists, too, were treating her—caressing this beautiful woman while simultaneously making comments about her.

Unlike Adam, after the terrible punishment and terror, Dani had surrendered to this wondrous and gentle caress. She had completely given up resisting, smiling at those above her, her eyes half-closed, her movements subtly responding to the therapists' fingers, allowing them to play with and tease her body.

“I say,” a therapist asked with a laugh, as he carefully applied grease to the whip marks on her buttocks, “how many orgasms do you think she’ll need before she passes out?” Playing with slaves was the privilege of the island’s staff, but only those in the treatment room had the right to bring slaves to orgasm, especially in cases like Dani’s. Usually, they would let them drift off to sleep during mild, continuous orgasms and then send them straight back to their rooms.

“This child is already very tired. I think six times will be enough.”

“I think more than that. I think at least eight times.”

“I bet 10 dollars that she can last at least nine times.”

“Hehe, I’ll bet it!”

“I’ll also bet 10 dollars that she won’t go more than seven times.”

Amidst the laughter and jokes, they spread Dani’s thighs apart and pushed them up until she was lying on her back like a frog, then gently inserted two fingers into her secret crevice… Although it wasn’t a very intense caress, because her thighs and buttocks were completely held down, she couldn’t relieve the stimulation by twisting, resulting in her sensitive flesh trembling for more than a minute.

After Dani's breathing subsided slightly, another man stood between her legs, this time massaging her clitoris. After only a few strokes, Dani let out soft moans and reached another climax.

...

However, Dani's stamina clearly exceeded their expectations. With each climax, her genitals spasmed repeatedly, causing her to lose control of her bladder and saliva to flow uncontrollably. Eventually, she no longer had the strength to even twist her thighs, yet her body's sensitivity had reached new heights. She was practically a tidal wave of excited nerves; a mere touch on her body would elicit a trembling of pleasure accompanied by hoarse moans and soft giggles.

Adam, witnessing all this, was naturally aroused as well. He lazily closed his eyes, preparing to savor this drowsy eroticism. However, amidst a burst of laughter, Adam was suddenly thrown up, rolled over, and slammed face down onto the treatment table. Someone slapped his buttocks hard and said, "Hehe, you lewd slave! You know how to enjoy yourself. It's a pity your trainer specifically instructed that he'd see you again after the treatment, so we need to make sure you conserve some energy." As he spoke, a strong hand pulled Adam's penis out from under his lower abdomen, straightened it, and positioned it parallel to his body on the table, thus preventing him from achieving a full erection and ejaculating.

However, even though Adam couldn't reach orgasm, people continued to fondle his body, massaging his testicles, lightly scratching his armpits, lower back, and anus, even directly rubbing his glans and urethral opening. This profound frustration was driving him mad, to the point that he shamelessly twisted his hips, begging for release, only to be met with light slaps and bursts of laughter…

Although his bruises and whip marks had mostly healed, the exertion, pain, humiliation, and the immense energy expended in his final, violent struggle left Adam utterly exhausted, only able to follow the deacon step by step. The aroused but unreleased desire continued to torment Adam, leaving him limp and powerless, except for his proudly erect penis. This amused the last few groups of pleasure-seeking guests they encountered along the way.
"Adam, you're finally back." Rishia, as expected, hadn't fallen asleep yet; she leaned lazily against the Turkish sofa in the living room, beckoning to Adam. “You look quite energetic.”

A snow-white one-piece nightgown draped over her body, thick black braids wrapped around her neck; it was hard to tell whether the silk fabric of the neckline was whiter, or whether the mistress's skin was whiter. A robust, bronze-colored humanoid pet lay on her lap—Anna, another slave trained by Rishia. Anna's head rested on Rishia's other hand, glaring angrily at her companion. Of all the slaves Rishia was currently training, Adam had always been the most favored. It was rare for him to be sent to the performance venue today, giving Anna the opportunity to spend the night with her trainer. Clearly, she hadn't expected Adam to be sent back.

“Come here.” A soft contralto voice stirred excitement and tenderness in Adam; Rishia always had this kind of magic. “Yes, madam,”

Adam obediently replied.

“Today is your first time going to Xu's place, isn't it? I'd like to hear your thoughts on his stuff. I know your intuition is always very sharp,” Rishia said thoughtfully. “But it’s past midnight! I don’t think I have the energy to sit like this anymore. Maybe we can go to the bedroom and lie down and chat peacefully.”

Hearing this, Anna suddenly raised her head, looking at her mistress with a mournful gaze. “Ah, my little kitty, I’ve forgotten about you. We’ve stayed up too late today, and it’s kept you from sleeping.”
“Woo~” Anna made a sad sound, sliding from Rishia’s lap onto the carpet, then hugging her legs tightly and throwing herself into her arms. “Oh, Anna, don’t act like a child.” However, the female slave still buried her head in her skirt, constantly rubbing it.

This wasn’t good. Adam looked at Anna’s wet crotch from behind. He understood that she wanted to express her desire to Rishia, but burying her head like this prevented her from observing her mistress’s expression in time and reacting appropriately. Trainers always had to deal with slaves who talked to themselves.

“You’re giving me a headache…” Rishia grabbed Anna’s thick hair and slowly pulled her little head up. Despite her adorable baby face, Rishia's angry tone always sent shivers down the spines of the slaves.

A gentle ring of the bell brought in the night watchman, who silently entered.

"I remember a guest requested Anna today, didn't he?"

"Yes, it was Mr. Sandia. After watching Anna's performance in the mime 'The Glutton'..."
"Alright, I understand... Listen, take her to Kitchen Number Three now. Tell them to wash her, soak her in salad oil overnight, and tomorrow morning, place her on a silver platter and take her to Mr. Sandia's room."

Adam watched Anna silently follow the watchman out, then turned to his mistress, watching her leisurely undo her braids, letting her dark hair fall naturally over her shoulders. "Come on, you must tell me everything that happened tonight."

(The End)

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