Mother's Slave

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"Creak..."

The iron gate was pushed open, revealing a pair of boots before me—a pair of glossy black over-the-knee boots. Unable
to contain my desire any longer, I crawled over and licked the boots, licking the shaft, the upper, the toes, the heels
...

"So shameless!" Queen Lina cursed, her voice somewhat familiar. Then, her whip
lashed out mercilessly at me.

The sharp lash struck my back; the long black whip, like a snake dancing in the air, with
bloodthirsty tore away a layer of skin from my back. Fine beads of blood seeped from the welt, flowing continuously until
it was dripping with blood.

"It really hurts..." I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain without crying out. I tried to
peek through the only gap in the pig-face mask at the legendary Queen Lina, the queen of the dark bar,
but she stepped on my head, crushing me to the ground like a lowly insect. She then
produced an eye mask from somewhere and sealed the remaining gap in the mask.

Next, I felt Queen Lina straddle my neck. Her ample hips shifted back, then,
as if unable to bear the weight, she moved forward, settling on about shoulder level.

"Crack..."

A whip lashed my backside, followed by Queen Lina's command, "You lowly thing, temporarily serve
as my lowly horse. Get up! You worthless thing, it's your honor to be my horse!"

I carried the weight of a noble female knight, my hair roughly
pulled , feeling excruciating pain. The whip continued to strike my backside, which seemed to be already raw and bleeding.

"Giddy up..."

I crawled through the cramped training room carrying this noble female knight. I was nothing but a beast, born to be
Queen Lina's human, devoid of freedom, dignity, and status, only utter degradation. My scalp ached,
my buttocks ached, my back ached and felt heavy, but my lower body was hard!

Queen Lina noticed the abnormality in my lower body. Her boots, which had been on the ground, suddenly lifted up,
the dirty soles pressing together, clamping my lower body, and with a sudden, forceful pull, like two cold, firm
pincers almost flattening my lower body!

"Hiss..."

I gasped in pain, my penis almost severed, the pain shooting through my entire body,
making me tremble like a leaf, while drops of white, cloudy semen dripped from my urethra. Queen Lina sneered,
"Nothing is more despicable than you. You dare to debase yourself before my boots! You are unworthy to be human, only fit to be my
horse, my footrest, my ashtray, my spittoon, my punching
bag , my livestock slave! And your food can only be my phlegm, gold, and holy water! Is
n't that right?!"

I nodded, wanting to loudly declare my willingness to be Queen Lina's livestock slave for life,
but Queen Lina took out a gag and stuffed it into my mouth. The gag was a piston-type gag with an opening at the front, allowing
my tongue , but I couldn't speak, at most I could only groan.

After crawling in the dark training room for two minutes, Queen Lina, a noble
lady , and I was just a lowly horse under her, ready to be executed at any time, she ordered me to stop and lean against the wall.
The ground was wet, it seemed I had crawled into the leaky area. Before entering the training room, I glanced around. In
a small corner, there was a puddle of murky, dirty water on the floor—this was the area I was in now.

"You lowly beast, I, the Queen, will grant you a drink to quench your thirst. Right in front of you is a puddle of holy water I left yesterday while training you.
Lick it, lick it like a beast!"

Queen Lina leaned forward, pressing her body against my neck. I lowered my head, my tongue
sticking out of the small hole in the gag to lick the puddle mixed with holy water.

Queen Lina finally got off me. Her boot heels tapped on the ground a few times before stopping.
Then I felt something hard pressing against my gag-covered mouth—it seemed to be the sole of Queen Lina's boot.

"Lick! You lowly beast, your tongue is wet now. Lick the sole of your boot clean!" Queen Lina commanded
coldly .

I laboriously stuck my tongue out through the small hole in the middle of the gag, licking the sole with the tip of my tongue. Saliva
flowed uncontrollably during the process; I felt like a beast panting and cooling off with its tongue sticking out.

After licking for several minutes, my mouth became dry from maintaining this position for so long. Queen Lin seemed to
notice , and I heard a rustling sound. Then, Queen Lin straddled my face, her vulva straddling
the small hole of the gag. The gag seemed tailor-made for Queen Lin,
fitting perfectly to her vulva. Before I could react, a rush of water flowed from her vulva, the fishy-smelling holy water
pouring my throat. My dry throat was instantly moistened, and I swallowed hard.

After urinating, Queen Lin stood up and spat into my mouth. I never imagined that in just a few
minutes I would become Queen Lin's toilet and spittoon!

"Let me see your wretched state!" Queen Lin lashed out with her whip again.

This lash struck my face, ripping off my pig-face mask. I immediately lowered my head in shame.

"You dog, lift your head!" Queen Lin roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me upwards.

I saw Queen Lina's face clearly. She was wearing a butterfly mask, and it was...it was
the butterfly masked woman from my dream! The dream was real!!!

Queen Lina also saw my face clearly. Time seemed to freeze for three seconds. Queen Lina's whole body
stiffened , and then, as if hit by a bullet, she staggered back two steps, leaned against the wall, and tremblingly
pulled out a pack of women's cigarettes from her body. She lit one, took a puff, threw it away, lit a second one, took a puff,
threw it away , lit a third one, took a puff, threw it away...

A pack of women's cigarettes was used up by Queen Lina in just two minutes.

"Ah! Impossible!!!!"

Queen Lina suddenly screamed and ran out of the training room.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Queen Lina? Aren't you going to discipline her? Is she
the same person as the butterfly-masked woman in my dreams?" I knelt on the cold cement floor, picked up a cigarette, put the butt in my mouth and took a drag.
There was Queen Lina's saliva on it. "Queen Lina's saliva smells so good..."

(Continued)

I knelt on the cold cement floor, the sound of water dripping in the training room, the walls cracked and mottled.
The walls and corners were covered in layers of cobwebs, and the shelves on the left were filled with all sorts of eerie and terrifying torture instruments.
These instruments made my scalp tingle and filled me with fear. I instinctively wanted to get away from the shelves displaying the instruments, so I
crawled . The hard cement floor hurt my knees. I thought to myself, why hasn't Queen Lina returned to discipline
me yet? If she had to leave halfway through, she should at least give me a time limit, right? Although she is a queen, I am also a
customer. How can she leave halfway through the service? The customer is always right.

"Hmph... a so-called queen, huh? Abandoning her customers halfway through, no professionalism whatsoever!"
I began to mutter to myself about Queen Lina.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

The sound of heels hitting the ground came again from outside the door, crisp and loud.

"Could it be Queen Lina's return?"

Joy filled my heart. I heard the creak of the iron gate being pushed open again. I rushed
over and hugged the legs of the woman stepping through the door, rubbing against those long, fishnet-stockinged legs like a puppy.
The sensation of my cheek against the Queen's thigh excited and satisfied me.

"Wait! Something's not right? Fishnet-stockinged thighs? Wasn't Queen Lina wearing boots?"

I remembered the first time Queen Lina entered the dark-themed training room. Before she
blindfolded , I caught a glimpse of her. She was wearing boots—a pair of glossy black over-the-knee boots
with heels at least ten centimeters high. Then I thought of my mother. Perhaps my mother's 1.74-meter height
was outstanding among women her age, but compared to Queen Lina in her high-heeled boots, she was still at least ten centimeters shorter.
Their figures weren't that different, though—equally full breasts, equally pert and alluring buttocks. If they took off their boots,
their heights would probably be similar.

I looked up, and sure enough, it wasn't the familiar yet unfamiliar Queen Lin, but a completely unfamiliar
bunny girl. She wore white fluffy fake bunny ears, and her pink low-cut bodysuit accentuated her already ample
breasts, making them appear no less than Queen Lin's nearly D-cup. She wore black
peep-toe high heels, revealing her big toe and second toe, which were painted with black nail polish—playful, cute, and undeniably
alluring.

"Who are you? Where is Queen Lin?" I asked.

The bunny girl stretched out a foot and placed it under my mouth, commanding, "Lick my high heels!"

I hesitated, looking at the fishnet-stockinged feet on the floor, then firmly refused, "I won't lick them! Don't you
have any professional ethics? How can you leave halfway through a session? Is that fair to your customers?!
Call Queen Lina back to finish the session! I have a black gold membership card!" I used this as a show of force to intimidate the bunny girl. Actually,
the black gold membership card wasn't mine at all; it had inexplicably appeared on me. Regarding this significant black gold
membership card, I had a somewhat uncertain answer in my mind: perhaps Aunt Victoria deliberately placed it on me.
"But what's her purpose in doing this?"

The bunny girl showed no anger at my refusal. She walked unhurriedly to the shelf filled with
torture instruments, took out a sharp knife, and looked at the scissors in her hand. They were very special scissors;
the handle was similar to ordinary scissors, but the blades were curved inwards. When the two
blades were closed, it seemed to be specially made for cutting cylindrical objects.

"Snip...snip..." The bunny girl swung the scissors. I stared at her, and I
saw no reaction that a human should have when facing another human being in her cold and ruthless gaze. She seemed to look at me like
livestock that could be executed at any time without any legal responsibility.

"If you don't lick, I'll cut off your balls." The bunny girl's cold and ruthless gaze swept over my crotch.

I quickly squeezed my legs together, terrified out of my wits. When I saw her actually walking towards me with scissors,
I yelled, "I'll lick it! I'll lick it, okay?!" I scrambled to her feet and obediently stuck out my tongue to lick her
toes, which were sticking out like fish mouths. A sour taste of her feet lingered on my taste buds.

After licking twice, she took out a dog leash, hooked it around my neck, and led me out of the training room
without saying a word .

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The chairman and Queen Victoria want to see you, hurry up and get out of there!" the bunny girl replied.

"Queen Victoria?" A thought flashed through my mind, and I blurted out, "
Is Queen Victoria Aunt Wang Lei?"

Hearing my question, the bunny girl paused, stood still for two seconds, then suddenly pulled hard on the leash,
saying lightly, "This isn't a question a dog should ask. You'll know what's going on when we get there."

"I..."

I hesitated, finally suppressing my doubts, and followed the bunny girl as she crawled. After about two minutes
, we left the gloomy training area and stopped in front of a door. The bunny girl kicked my butt and scolded
, "Crawl in!"

I pushed open the door and crawled in, still puzzled. Inside was a karaoke-style private room, with soft lighting, a
quiet environment, and luxurious furnishings. Looking up, I saw four people sitting on a circle of soft leather sofas in front of me.

Looking from left to right, on the far left sat a middle-aged man with a hooked nose and a sinister face. Although his
appearance was frightening, a slight smile played on his lips as he looked at me. The second
person sitting next to him was Aunt Victoria, the queen of the dark bar!

But when I looked at the third person, I was immediately captivated. It was a familiar face I'd seen for over ten years—my
mother!!!

I no longer paid attention to Wang Qi sitting on the far right until she saw me kneeling on the floor,
snorted coldly, and kicked me as she got up to leave the room. Only then did I notice her. But I couldn't care less.
I stared blankly at my mother's familiar yet suddenly strange face. She looked at me with sorrow.

What should I do now?

I had met my mother in the dark bar as a slave. Would she despise me? Would she look down on me
? Or would she treat me like a dog from now on, whether in the dark bar or at home?

Since my mother was here, her identity was obvious—the Queen of the Dark Bar. Looking at
her attire, her black over-the-knee heels were glossy and black, and her low-cut leather top partially revealed her large breasts—
the breast milk I had been suckling from since childhood. Indeed, she really was Queen Lina.

Good heavens, I had just been thoroughly disciplined by my mother!

If I stood up now, given my mother's love for me, we would surely not remain slaves
but would resume our loving mother-son relationship. However, if I really stood up, I would no longer be able to enjoy
the excitement and pleasure brought by SM. Under her strict supervision, I would never be able to access SM again, and would obediently complete
my university studies, find a strange wife, and live an ordinary life.

I made my choice instantly, crawled to the crystal table, knelt on the ground, and respectfully
kowtowed three times to my mother and Aunt Victoria.

"This lowly beast greets Master Victoria and Master Lian!"

"You dog, lick my boots!"

My mother put her feet on the crystal table, the soles of her boots facing my face. Her voice was as
cold and ruthless , but I wasn't sure if it was an act or
her true nature in the face of my identity as both son and slave.

I brought my face closer and saw that the soles of the boots were wet with water stains, clearly the boot I had licked before.
I followed my gaze from the boots to my mother's sexy, long legs, and then up to her face—so gentle, noble, and beautiful.
It was a face I'd looked at for over a decade, a face I was almost tired of, one that no longer stirred any emotion within me. Yet,
at this moment, it gave me a different feeling.

I took the heel of my mother's boot into my mouth and gently sucked on it, trying to get it as far in as possible. The taste of leather and earth
filled my mouth. I then stuck out my tongue and licked the sole, licking the anti-slip treads. That familiar pattern, that
familiar feel—it was the sole of the boot my mother had stepped on, and I was serving her with the same mouth I used to sit at the same table with, to eat with
the same bowls and chopsticks. I wondered, would I ever be able to sit at the same table with my mother again?

"Son…you dog, do you really want to be my livestock?" my mother asked.

"I beg Queen Lina to accept this lowly beast. This lowly beast is willing to offer everything to Queen Lina,
kneeling at her feet for life to serve you."

"Very well!" My mother suddenly pointed to the hook-nosed man beside her. This man smiled at me, but the smile was
somewhat terrifying. Then my mother said, "This is your Uncle Li, who will be your father and your master from now on.
If you want to be my livestock slave, you must serve your master. If you are not willing to serve your master, then
stand up now, and we will still be mother and son."

I hesitated immediately. I was unwilling to serve a man, but if I added my mother, who was such a very important bargaining chip,
and the thought that I could not serve my noble mother without serving Uncle Li, the scales in my heart began to tip. Two minutes later, I
made up my mind and shouted, "I am willing to serve Father!" Then I kowtowed three times to Uncle Li.

"You dog, being this Queen's livestock slave is very hard. Have you thought it through?" My mother asked again and again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" I responded to my mother with three kowtows.

My mother didn't immediately agree to take me in as her livestock. She tugged
at , saying helplessly, "Xiao Lei! What do you think?"

"Don't rush, Sister Yan Hui, I have another way." Aunt Victoria
whispered I couldn't hear.

After hearing Victoria's whisper, my mother stood up from the sofa, pulled on the leash around my neck, and said,
"Alright, since you're willing to become my livestock, I'll reluctantly accept you, you lowly beast. But before
I do, I need to take you somewhere."

"Thank you, Queen Lina, for accepting this lowly beast!" I knelt on the ground, kowtowing gratefully.

My mother pulled on the leash around my neck, and I crawled out of the private room with her. Kneeling and crawling in the corridor outside,
my mother held the other end of the leash, pacing gracefully like a noble lady walking her dog in a park. How similar this was
to the illusion I had in Aunt Victoria's secret room—I was the dog, and she was the noble master. She
swayed her shapely, alluring buttocks, the seductive scent of leather and perfume emanating from them. The aroma
stirred my soul; those noble buttocks were a gift from God to mortals, and my mother, nearly
1.85 meters seemed like a goddess descended to earth.

I was just a lowly, ugly goblin at her feet; to be her dog was a great blessing from the goddess. I
thought, whatever that noble buttocks produced, it was a thousand times more precious than me. If my mother were to let
me devour her gold now, I wouldn't hesitate for a moment.

Finally, we reached the training area, walking to the end of the corridor. My mother pressed a red button on the wall, and the previously
closed wall split in two, revealing a hidden elevator inside.

My mother stepped into the elevator, pulled the leash to lead me inside, and then pressed the elevator button. The elevator
slowly descended. The confined space made me feel oppressed. This dark bar had so many secrets; three underground levels weren't enough,
they'd even built and excavated deeper and deeper. I secretly wondered where my mother wanted to take me, and finally couldn't help
but ask

, "Where are we going, to hell?"

"Yes and no." My mother grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her. She lowered her head and
spat out a mouthful of phlegm, the liquid hanging in a thin, transparent thread as it slowly slid down. I instinctively opened my mouth
to catch this spittoon from my mother and swallowed it. In those few seconds, I had become my mother's
human spittoon. This was a humiliation my mother had never shown me before. The worst humiliation she had ever done was
slapping , but that had a teaching purpose, not this pure humiliation.

"You're really despicable. How could I have raised a worthless dog like you!" My mother
said with contempt when she saw my intoxicated expression after swallowing the phlegm.

"I'm already your lowly slave, Queen Lina."

"Shut up!" My mother stopped me, raised her foot, and stomped on my genitals with the sole of her boot, grinding it back and forth. My God,
my genitals are something my mother never disliked. When I was little, she would always wash them the cleanest and most
carefully when she bathed me, saying that if they weren't cleaned properly, I would get sick. And now, she was actually stepping on my genitals with the sole of her filthy boot.

"You filthy beast, if you're still willing to be this queen's filthy slave after we come up, this queen will accept you and
use every means to torture you for the rest of my life."

As soon as my mother finished speaking, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding,' and
my mother stepped out first, followed by me. Outside was another long corridor, but
compared to the corridors of the corresponding relaxation and training areas, this corridor was even more bottomless and gloomy. A long row of
incandescent lights with a dim, flickering orange glow hung from the ceiling, and rows of heavily rusted iron doors lined both sides.
From within came piercing screams of extreme agony.

This wasn't hell, but it certainly felt like hell—a living hell!

I was terrified, my heart filled with dread. I desperately clung to my mother, seeking a sliver of security, just as I used to cry to her when I was
bullied . But my mother would never comfort her son like before. She
was now a cold, ruthless, and aloof queen. She kicked me to the ground and stomped on my face. I lay on
the ground, looking up at her from her highest position.

"You worthless beast, I brought you here to show you that being a slave isn't so easy!"

My mother swayed me under her feet, leading me to the first iron door. She pushed it open and entered. I followed her, crawling into
the secret chamber. This was a chamber even more terrifying than the Dark Theme Training Room—smaller, with more torture instruments.
The walls were covered with all sorts of bizarre and grotesque instruments of torture, and pools of
bright red .

This was truly hell on earth!

But my mother seemed completely accustomed to this environment. I followed her carefully, avoiding
the bloodstains on the ground, and crawled into the center of the secret room. There was a large box there, covered by a smaller box.

I looked at the two boxes with confusion, and if I listened carefully, I could hear muffled groans coming from inside.
My mother strode towards the boxes, picked up the smaller box on top, and casually threw it on the ground. My gaze immediately fell on
the area that had been uncovered, and there was a human face!

It was…it was…it was a hideous human face!

It still had signs of life, but it lacked any vitality that a human, a primate, should have. Its
eyes were empty, the pupils and whites of its eyes had been gouged out, its nose was flat, as if it had been shaved off with a sharp blade, its
lower teeth had been knocked out, leaving only a row of upper teeth and a tongue that had been pulled out to an abnormal length.

It looked more like a tool than a human!

My mother showed no pity. I had never seen such a cold-blooded person. She spat a thick wad of phlegm onto
the face, and like a violent chemical reaction, the face immediately stirred, excitedly sticking out
a tongue half the length of a human to lick away the phlegm. Watching this, I realized there was a third
life .

"You lowly beast, being a slave isn't easy. To become my slave, you must pay a heavy
price. You think foot slaves only lick feet? Wrong! That's enjoyment! This lowly thing in front of you is the real
foot slave. He's a gambler with huge gambling debts, sold himself to a dark bar as a slave. We've already
paid off all his debts. His life now belongs to the bar. He's a true foot slave. His eyes have been
gouged out so he can't see his master's feet. His nose has been cut off so he can't
smell leaving only his upper teeth, so he can scrape the dead skin off his master's feet without
hurting her. His tongue has been stretched out to clean as much dirt as possible from between his master's toes. He's a foot slave, you
're not!"

Mother said casually. "But unfortunately, he's already reserved and will be sold abroad in two days.
Perhaps after being used by his new master for a few years, he'll lose his original value and either be resold or thrown away like trash
. Tsk tsk tsk!" A rare hint of regret appeared on Mother's cold face. Did she use this foot slave often?
Suddenly, my mother's image in my mind shifted slightly, a hint of cruelty creeping into her noble bearing.

"This is illegal, Lina… Mom!" I argued.

"Heh, illegal? To this lowly slave, the words of the higher-ups at the Dark Bar are law! We
have not only slaves and queens here, but also guests, and some of those guests are the ones who make the laws outside!"

"But…" I couldn't find the words to refute my mother's words.

"Have you thought it through? Will you continue to be my son or my slave? Being a slave
comes at a !"

I lowered my head, then resolutely said, "Mom, I've decided to be your lowly beast. From now on, you
are my queen, the noble Queen Lina." After saying this, I heard my mother sigh in disappointment, sit
on the box, take off one boot, and step her stockinged foot onto my face. She then pulled the leash, and I crawled to the box.
My mother raised her foot and stepped on my face, her cold and merciless words following.

"I don't lack slaves. There are plenty of people outside who want to be my slaves. I certainly don't need you. However, out of consideration for
our mother-son relationship, I'll give you a chance. Now, compete with this real foot slave. If you can
clean , I'll take you in, you lowly beast. If you fail, and you still want to be my slave,
I won't take you in. In fact, I'll kick you out of the house. I don't need a lowly son like you!"

As soon as my mother finished speaking, the competition began. His face seemed to have been turned on, and he immediately used his mouth
to bite the stockings on my mother's toes, using his facial muscles to slowly remove the stockings from her feet, then swallowed
them whole, and stuck out his extremely long tongue to lick the soles of my mother's feet.

Not to be outdone, I also started to act, but when I used my hands to take off my mother's boots, my mother kicked
my hand away and scolded, "You lowly thing, take them off with your mouth!" I immediately withdrew my hand, used my mouth to bite the zipper on the side of the boot, and
struggled take off the boot. My mother's delicate feet emerged from her boots, a pungent odor of sweat mixed with leather wafting to my
nose —the smell of her feet after a long day's walk.

Her feet pressed against my face, and I, too, used my mouth to remove her flesh-colored stockings, holding her toes
in my mouth. She then forced me to swallow the stockings, and with all my might, using the peristalsis of my esophagus, I managed to swallow the strongly scented stockings. Then I
began licking the soles of her feet, between her toes, and the dirt from her toenails.

I refused to believe I would lose. Although my opponent was a professional foot slave, cleaning my mother's feet
quickly and meticulously, I had known her for over a decade, and I was far more familiar with those feet—
a natural advantage. I still had a chance to win.

As I sped up my cleaning, I glanced at my mother out of the corner of my eye. I noticed her complex expression as she focused intently on my feet
. I knew she didn't want me to win; she still considered me her son, otherwise she wouldn't have
added the extra step of removing her boots.

My mother still considered me her son, but I only wanted to be her slave! She was too noble; I was no longer worthy of her. My
eyes were only fixed on her elegant, jade-like feet.

About two minutes later, my mother stopped the contest, withdrew her feet, inspected the cleaned soles,
looked at me with a complicated expression, and sighed deeply, "Alright, you win. I'll accept you, you lowly beast."

(Continued from Chapter 42 (Supplement))

Returning to the upper level via the elevator, I was permanently removed from the dark and terrifying depths of the underground. Uncle Li was waiting outside.
It was clear he truly loved my mother. Upon seeing her return, a grim smile spread across his face as he hurried to
greet her . My mother, with me on her heels, stepped out of the elevator and affectionately took Uncle Li's hand. They were like
a loving couple, while I was merely a human-shaped dog kept by these two beautiful women, used only to maintain
their relationship or for occasional amusement.

My mother and Uncle Li chatted and laughed upstairs, while I struggled to crawl behind my masters. Since my mother had only recently
taken me in as her lowly animal, she hadn't yet fitted me with a livestock outfit, including knee pads. The hard floor
hurt my knees. Perhaps my mother would never provide me with a livestock outfit, because I was no longer her
son. My mother, her masters, wouldn't consider the suffering of a lowly animal. I endured the pain, staring intently at the way my masters lifted their feet as
they walked —my mother's silver boots with heels exceeding ten centimeters and Uncle Li's large leather shoes.

Suddenly, Mother stopped. I stopped crawling and knelt quietly at her feet. Mother turned and embraced Uncle Li's
neck, giving him a passionate kiss. Uncle Li responded, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and
burying his head in hers for a deep, passionate kiss that lasted several minutes.

I knelt below, less than fifty centimeters tall. Mother, in her high-heeled boots, was over 1.85 meters tall,
elegant slender. Uncle Li, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was strong and robust. I was just a lowly
animal beneath their feet. Faced with the passionate kiss of my two masters, I dared not even raise my head too high, my gaze fixed on their feet
. Mother lifted one foot, the sole of her boot pressing down on my head. I bore more than half of her weight, trying to raise my head
as high as possible to help her change positions so she could kiss Uncle Li more comfortably.

I was so lowly; my head was only fit to be a footrest for my mother, to help my two masters deeply connect.

My mother and Uncle Li finally separated, and the foot that had been on my head was gone. I let out a long
breath as they led me away from the dark bar. Reaching the third basement level of the CapitaLand Mall parking lot, my mother reverted
to her queenly sternness and coldness, suddenly slapping me hard across the face.

"You worthless wretch, crawl! You useless piece of trash, get to that car in two minutes, or get out!
Your master doesn't want useless dogs!"

My mother pointed to an SUV parked in the distance, kicked me hard in the backside, and ordered me to crawl
over. I looked up; it was a very rugged SUV. I recognized it; I
'd seen it in a car magazine—the Super Beast—Knight XV. I remembered it was a luxury SUV manufactured by a Toronto
car , not many produced, and its original price of 14 million had truly shocked me
.

My mother doesn't own a car, so I guess this is Uncle Li's vehicle. I never imagined Uncle Li could drive such an expensive car,
but I'm not discouraged. Although my mother doesn't have a car, her "vehicle" is me, the lowly animal she can ride. I
must take good care of her and make sure she's not outdone by Uncle Li. I made up my mind.

But now isn't the time to admire the car or make a decision. If I don't crawl over there in two minutes, my mother will
throw me away like trash, and I'll starve to death on the streets without the ability to earn money. I'm terrified, fearing my mother
will abandon me. Like a wound-up toy, I crawled quickly, finally reaching the SUV in two minutes.

The SUV door is quite high off the ground. Upon noticing this, I immediately knelt down under the door, ready to serve as a stepping stone for
Uncle Li and my mother. They strolled over leisurely, not even glancing at me kneeling on the ground. They opened the car door, and
my mother got in first, her sharp boot heels stomping on my spine. Before getting in, she gave Uncle Li another
passionate kiss, followed by Uncle Li's heavy leather shoes stomping on my spine, almost knocking me over. Luckily, I
held on.

Throughout the entire ordeal, they completely ignored me, treating me as if I were invisible—no, as a mere footmat.
I was just a lifeless footmat, only fit to kneel outside the car door, trampled under my mother's feet. This might be
part of my future life!

"You bastard, get in the trunk!" My mother, sitting high above me in the car, spat at me through the window.
The spit landed on the ground, and she ordered me to lick it clean.

After licking up my mother's sacred spit, I crawled into the trunk. The car started, but I knew nothing of what was happening outside
. The trunk was dark, and the car was swaying all the way. I was terrified, almost crying several times.
I waited in the dark until the car stopped.

When my mother opened the trunk, I crawled out and knelt at her feet, rubbing against her legs ingratiatingly,
glancing fearfully at the trunk. She put the leash back on my neck, and like a couple taking a secret stroll in the dark, we
walked hand in hand towards home. We passed the garden, walked along the cobblestone path, and arrived at
the building. My mother had originally wanted me to carry her and Uncle Li upstairs, but after trying, she found I couldn't support
their weight, kicked me a few times in frustration, and then led me upstairs.

When we arrived at the front door, I opened it and looked into the living room. How familiar and welcoming the environment was! When I
returned to this home, I had become a lowly domestic slave!

"You worthless thing, take off your master's shoes!" my mother commanded.

I quickly tried to take off my mother's high heels, but she kicked my hand away.

"You lowly beast, take them off with your mouth!"

"Yes, Master!"

I quickly used my mouth to bite the heel of my mother's boots and took them off. My mother's silk-stockinged feet smelled terrible, emitting
a damp and leathery odor, but I greedily inhaled it.

"You lowly beast, stop being so shameless, help your master take off his shoes!" My mother kicked me again, and I
reluctantly used my mouth to take off Uncle Li's leather shoes.

After closing the door, the two of them embraced passionately in the living room. Uncle Li was kissing my mother,
kissing her mouth, her face, her pink neck, while also vigorously squeezing and kneading my mother's large breasts. My mother
responded , her right hand reaching into Uncle Li's crotch, pinching and thrusting his penis, then kissing
his face, his eyebrows, and his beard.

Only I, alone, curled up and kneaded not far away.

They embraced and swayed as they fell onto the sofa, the sofa I had lain on for over ten years!

Uncle Li pinned his mother down, pulling off her pants while simultaneously pulling off his own, using them as trousers.
After undressing, Uncle Li's penis was revealed—a massive one,
easily eighteen centimeters long when erect, a world apart from my small, worthless penis. Uncle Li used his right hand to lift his penis, and his left hand to pull down the thong covering my mother's
vulva , intending to thrust it in.

My mother's eyes were glazed with desire, lost in lust, and she couldn't help but let out wanton moans, but she stopped
Uncle Li advance. She looked at me and scolded, "You filthy thing, crawl over here
and clean your master's penis!"

I quickly crawled over, Uncle Li's penis hovering above my head, a trickle of milky white semen flowing from its tip, dripping onto
my head, sliding down my forehead, across my cheek, and into my mouth. Seeing Uncle Li's bloodshot eyes and heavy breathing,
I knew he was about to lose control, so I quickly grabbed some tissues from the coffee table to wipe his penis.

"Slap!" My mother slapped me hard across the face. "You worthless slut, remember this: you're not worthy to touch
any part of your master's body with your hands, use your mouth!"

I put down the tissue, forced back my nausea, closed my eyes, and took Uncle Li's enormous penis into my
mouth. His massive member plunged deep into my throat. Uncle Li roughly held my head down and continued thrusting, then kicked me away. His penis
finally entered my mother's body. I was stunned. She was having sex with my mother right in front of me?

"Ah...fuck me...fuck me hard...harder...it feels so good..."

My mother was moaning lewdly. I knelt by the sofa, licking her feet. Hearing these obscene cries, I felt humiliated
and lowered my head . My mother was being vigorously fucked by Uncle Li, and I felt very uncomfortable. But now I was just a lowly slave,
and I had to hide my physical and psychological discomfort, not daring to show it.

Uncle Li kicked me away from licking his feet and picked my mother up from the sofa. My mother took the opportunity
to clamp her arms around Uncle Li's thick waist, and her position, like an old tree with intertwined roots, was simply divine. Her honey hole actively welcomed
Uncle Li's sacred root, and the two of them were joined together at zero distance, and walked into the bedroom.

"You lowly beast, kneel outside the door and listen to the sound of your master making love!" My mother commanded before closing the door.

I obediently knelt outside the door, and after closing it, I began to thrust my genitals... (

Continued from Chapter 44 (Supplement))

Wang Lei's secret room was different from the secret room in the Dark Bar. From the outside, her house appeared to be a two-story duplex,
but it actually occupied three floors. There was
a hidden by architectural techniques and invisible from the outside. That was the small, enclosed space where countless slaves were imprisoned.
These spaces were not large, and their area was incomparable to the secret room in the Dark Bar. The smaller ones were only about half a square meter, like
the space where Xiao Qiang's subservience was developed, while the larger secret room was only about ten square meters.

The largest secret room was where Li Shouzhen was being held. It was simple, lacking the elaborate and terrifying training tools found in the dark
bar . Instead, it was filled with a dense array of whips hanging on the four walls—
pink, black, green, and purple whips. There were many types of whips, including long whips, short whips, horsewhips, and
loose whips. The unconscious Li Shouzhen lay on the cold ground, unaware that he was about to face
an inhumane training session. Two women, consumed by hatred, coldly observed him on the ground.

Finally, an hour later, Li Shouzhen woke up. He found himself kneeling on the ground in a horse-like position.
He instinctively tried to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his eyelids. It was as if his eyelids were glued shut by steel pipes.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his wrists and ankles. The intense pain made him scream
uncontrollably . In an instant, he transformed from a strong and ruthless man into a
pitiful creature tormented by pain. Based on his decades of experience in the underworld, he realized that his tendons in his hands and feet had been severed.
The reason he was able to maintain the horse-like position wasn't because his bones were hard—even the hardest bones couldn't remain calm in this situation
—but because several steel pipe supports were forcing him into this position.

"Tap...tap..." The sound of heels striking the ground echoed in the secret room.

"Huihui, is that you?" he cried out, enduring the pain. "Huihui, my tendons in my hands and feet are severed!
Take me to the hospital!"

"Shut up!" Shen Yanhui kicked him hard in the head. "You don't deserve that name! Now you
're getting your comeuppance!"

"Huihui, it hurts so much! What... what did you say? Take me to the hospital! I can't take it anymore!"

"Heh, you still want to go to the hospital? Dream on! Your tendons were severed by me and Sister Yanhui.
We but there's one place we'd be very happy to take you to... Heaven!" It
was Wang Lei's voice.

"Pah!" Shen Yanhui spat, interrupting Wang Lei. "Someone like him doesn't deserve to go to Heaven; he'll only go to Hell!"

Li Shouzhen was tormented by pain beyond recognition. He didn't hear the conversation between Wang Lei and Shen Yanhui clearly; he just kept
begging them to take him to the hospital. But these two women, who had already decided to kill him, wouldn't let this
opportunity .

Shen Yanhui ignored Li Shouzhen and took a black whip from the wall, standing behind him. This
whip was different from ordinary SM whips; it was a solid whip woven from animal hide, long and thin,
even more powerful than the whips used in ancient times for flogging. At the same time, Wang Lei also took a long red whip of the same type as the one Shen Yanhui
held and stood in front of Li Shouzhen.

"Li Erguaizi! You have committed many evils and deserve your punishment. Today, I will avenge my husband!"

*Snap*, the first lash was drawn by Shen Yanhui, striking Li Shouzhen's stripped back,
tearing open the flesh to reveal the scarlet muscle underneath.

"Li Erguaizi, you have controlled me for decades. Today, I will make you pay for everything!"

*Snap*, the second lash followed immediately, drawn by Wang Lei, striking Li Shouzhen on the head.
A cracking sound was heard as his skull was shattered.

*Crack...* The fourth lash tore Li Shouzhen's skin open, revealing his pale
spine .

*Crack...* The fifth lash...

This was no ordinary whip; it was the whip of death, granted the power to plunder life.
Wails, screams, the crack of the whip, and cold laughter formed a bloody symphony...

a symphony of blood.

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