Soft and beautiful slave

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The girl looked at me with an almost pleading gaze, a look that deeply shocked me. This girl, who looked only sixteen or seventeen,

was curled up in the cage, her hands and feet tightly bound behind her back. This revealed how incredibly flexible her body was; she was practically rolled into

a ball, with only her head near the edge of the cage. Her mournful eyes lingered on me, as if she saw only me as someone who wouldn't harm her. But behind me were

several pairs of wolf-like eyes; I wasn't sure if I could buy her. She wasn't allowed to speak because a gag was stuffed in her mouth, and

clear liquid dripped from the corners of her lips, making her eyes appear even more helpless, making it hard to refuse her. I said to her, "I've fallen for you and want to take you

away, but I'm not sure if I can." Her eyes immediately lit up. Her head couldn't move because her hair was tightly bound

behind her back, but I could feel gratitude in her eyes as she gazed at me for a long time.

I wasn't sure what she needed from me. I was somewhat delirious. When bidding on the girl, I held my bidding paddle up tightly,

which led some guys to play pranks and compete with me, forcing me to finally pay a very high price—enough to buy two ordinary, capable

girls. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, I left, paid the deposit, and came to pick up my girl. Because of my high price, the owner was very satisfied and made an exception, giving me

the cage along with the girl. He even sent two capable assistants to help me carry the girl, cage and all, to my carriage. On the way back, when

Mark told me how much I had spent on the girl, I was quite surprised. It far exceeded my budget, but I didn't regret it because the

girl 's gaze lingered in my mind—

I didn't know how to face this hurt girl. Even after she and her cage had been carried into my basement, I was

hiding in my study, unable to see her. I feared I couldn't give her what she needed, so I finally made up my mind. I went to the basement, walked to the girl's side

, and gently sat down, noticing her eyes were closed. I examined her closely; she was still the same as at the auction, the ropes binding her still

harshly suppressing her dreams of freedom. I reached into the cage, carefully unfastening the buckle behind her head and removing the gag. Because

her hair was still pulled back by the ropes, her head was still forced tilted back. She opened her eyes, forced a smile, and whispered, "Thank

you for buying me."

I said, "It was your eyes that compelled me to buy you, to pay the price of two girls for you. Do you want me to give you your freedom?"

“It’s enough that you bought me. I can tell you’re a good person. All afternoon during the exhibition and auction, only you looked at me

differently from the others, and you understood the look in my eyes. It’s my happiness that you bought me. I was in pain on the auction stage

, and now I’m still bound, but I feel happy. I like you, but I’m not worthy of your love. You spent a lot of money to buy me.

I know you bought me like you bought an object or a puppy. You are my master. You can treat me however you like. Trust me, I

won’t let you down. Please don’t sell me to anyone else.”

Listening to the girl’s soft, poetic voice, I felt my worries were unnecessary.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t have a name, they all call me Little Red.” “I

’ll still call you Little Red. How long have you been bound like this?”

“About three or four hours.”

“You haven’t eaten anything yet, have you?” I said, going out and bringing back some rice on a plate, placing it beside the wooden cage. Then I untied the rope from Little Red’s hair

, and her head loosened. Her hands and feet were still bound behind her back, so I fed her with a spoon. Little Red ate obediently.

I gently stroked her tightly bound hands and feet and asked, "Do you still feel anything in your hands and feet?"

Little Red gently shook her head.

"Then why don't you want me to untie your hands and feet?"

"You are my master. As long as you like it, I'm willing, even if I'm bound and locked up forever, however you treat me, I'll accept it."

I opened a large box by the wall, took out a small pair of handcuffs and shackles, unlocked the wooden cage, and went inside. The cage was about

half a person's height; I could only squat inside to untie Little Red's ropes. Because her hands and feet were already numb, she couldn't move them. I

handcuffed , stepped out of the cage, locked the cage door, and left the basement.

The next day, I went to the basement and saw Xiao Hong sitting in her cage, fiddling with her exquisite small handcuffs and shackles. When she saw me

come in, her lips twitched, revealing a faint smile.

Her smile touched my heart, yet also made me somewhat panicked, but I had to make her understand my true thoughts today.

I gently sat down beside her cage, and Xiao Hong continued to smile at me, as if my arrival made her happy.

“Little Red,” I said, “this dungeon—yes, to be precise, this dungeon—was built right after I bought this little manor. It’s my

inner prison. Since then, I’ve been searching for the owner of this cell, but I haven’t found him. When I saw you, your eyes

and your bound posture deeply moved me, finally making my inner prison no longer empty. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Red understands what Master means. Red has never known her parents since she was little. The people who took me away were the ones who bought me. I know they are my masters

, and whatever Master does to me is justified. I know you like me, which is why you bought me. I’m willing to be locked up in this dungeon by you forever, to be

imprisoned and tortured by you. As long as you are happy, that is my happiness.”

I took a pale red gag and opened the cage door. “Then, come out.”

Red obediently crawled out, but because her hands and feet were locked, she still had some difficulty moving around.

A chain hung down from the wall, with a larger handcuff attached to it. I fastened the handcuffs around Xiaohong's neck, then placed a gag

in her mouth and carefully tied the yellow ribbon. I felt as if I were back at yesterday's auction, but her eyes no longer held

the sorrow of yesterday, which disappointed me somewhat.

I used the key to unlock the chains on Xiaohong's hands and feet.

"Your clothes are a little dirty,"

I said. Xiaohong's face immediately flushed crimson; the clever girl instantly understood my meaning. She lowered her head and silently untied her clothes, her movements slow

but gentle, like her soft skin. Finally, Xiaohong stood naked before me, head bowed.

I was stunned by her beauty, feeling a little dizzy. I reached out my fingers, and the instant I touched her, I clearly felt Xiaohong

tremble violently. I struggled to suppress the urge to embrace her; Xiaohong instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, awaiting my impending storm.

I didn't do that. It was as if a rare delicacy had suddenly been placed before me, and I was already starving.

Reason told me I couldn't devour it all at once; I had to savor it slowly. I calmed myself down, took out a red cloth, blindfolded Xiao Hong, and then tied her arms behind her back with

rope . Her feet were still shackled, the shackles spaced about 50 centimeters apart,

enough for her to walk if she didn't take big steps. After doing this, I unlocked one end of the chain on the wall and led Xiao Hong slowly towards the basement exit.

The shackles made a pleasant, crisp metallic sound. Guided by me, Xiao Hong carefully climbed the steps. I carefully admired Xiao Hong's careful ascent; she

couldn't see, relying only on her sense of footing and my guidance to orient herself. She couldn't communicate with me now because of the gag, and a thin, honey-like

liquid Xiao Hong tried to stop it, but to no avail. She understood that obedience was the only option now. Even the reason I brought her out without clothes

, or bound her arms and shackled her, was because I liked her. What belongs to me, I can do as I please without reason.

Fifteen or sixteen is the age when a girl is just beginning to mature, when her heart is just beginning to stir with love. As I walked, I admired the girl's perfect figure, her skin as white and delicate as jade—

an age when she should be carefully protected by her parents. But she had changed hands many times, finally entering my dream in her most perfect season. But

what could I give her? I am not a savior; I cannot buy something I love at a high price and then discard it. Legally, she now

has the same status as the land and tools I purchased. Without legal status, wherever she goes, if discovered, she will be arrested and taken back to the authorities, either returned to her original owner or

re-auctioned. In fact, buying her was probably the best outcome for her. If she had fallen into the hands of those wolves behind me, her fate would have been cruel

defilement, abuse, and then, after a few years of torment, sold cheaply. She was clever enough to distinguish between good and bad people.

Perhaps having changed hands multiple times, different buyers brought her different fates. A woman as frail as her couldn't endure heavy

physical labor. Pragmatic buyers would choose strong slaves to work for them.

It was truly a chaotic world, but my country was relatively safe. Human traffickers constantly brought slaves here, allowing me,

a small landowner with a few hundred acres, to live a very leisurely and comfortable life.

Upon reaching the meadow, I removed the red blindfold from Little Red and unlocked the chains around her neck. Little Red saw the beautiful scenery around her, her eyes

sparkling with joy. Although her feet were still bound by merciless iron chains, her steps were noticeably lighter; she carefully controlled her pace to avoid exceeding

the length of the chains. Her arms were still bound behind her back with rope, her hands crossed and pulled back above her head to increase her sense of control. Since the ropes pulling

her hands passed in front of her neck, this forced her to arch her chest and raise her wrists to reduce the feeling of suffocation in her neck. It also

made her two young breasts appear more prominent. She suddenly noticed me looking at her, realizing her state—completely naked—and,

overcome with shyness, crouched down to avoid my burning gaze. I saw her chest heaving violently from her rapid breathing. I walked over,
removed the gag from her, looked around, and said, "Beautiful?

" "Beautiful," she whispered in reply.

“I think you’re even more beautiful,”

she said after a moment of silence, as if gathering her courage.

“Are you the one who’s tied up?”

“You’re beautiful whether you’re tied up or not, but I prefer you when you’re tied up. You know, it was your helpless look and

eyes, bound in a cage, that deeply moved me and made me finally decide to buy you. Your eyes can speak; they tell me you want me to buy you

.”
I looked Xiao Hong up and down, and suddenly said to her, “I think you shouldn’t be called Xiao Hong anymore. You’re so delicate and graceful, like

a lotus flower after a summer rain. Let’s call you Yu He (Rain Lotus).”

“Yu He, what a beautiful name,” she murmured.

Looking at this beautiful, shy girl, I secretly thanked heaven for its gift. Her skin was so white and delicate, her figure so

perfect. Her two small hands, crossed and suspended high behind her neck, stretched out naturally, like two lotus flowers about to bloom. Fortunately, at the auction, due to the owner's

carelessness, the frail girl was bound up and thrown into a cage with a gag in her mouth, which to some extent concealed her beauty, allowing

me to have her. If the gag had been removed and she had been hung naked on the shelf like other girls, the price would probably have increased several times over,

ending up in the hands of a wealthy and lecherous man. People still tend to snap up female slaves who are plentiful, cheap, sturdy, capable, and prolific

. It's no wonder that such girls are overlooked by the owner; therefore, fetching twice the price of a normal female slave was enough to make the owner grin from ear to ear

, and he was happy to give me the cage as a favor.
This cage was about half a person's height, about two meters long, and a little over one meter wide, a cage specifically for transporting female slaves. The cage was made of rectangular frames of hardwood, each 10 centimeters

square , with a round, wrist-thick wooden stick embedded every 10 centimeters, making it very sturdy. The cage could

fit 4-5 girls side-by-side. Due to the cramped space, the girls were bound tightly, and gagged to prevent them from screaming,

making transportation very convenient. Unable to move and with their mouths gagged, the girls were very quiet, with only occasional soft moans.

Many of these girls, bought and sold, were undoubtedly illegally abducted; once the transaction was complete, they disappeared into various estates. Long-distance transport was also very simple

. A small 40*15 cm opening was made in the bottom panel of the cage below each girl's abdomen. A plastic bag was hung below the opening, and urine and feces

were collected in the bag, which was cleaned regularly. Twice a day, someone used a large tube to feed them semi-liquid food, removing the gags one by one,

feeding them, and then putting the gags back on—a streamlined and convenient process. Once the ship arrived at port, they were quickly picked up by auction house owners from various locations. Then,

after inspection and numbering, they were taken out of the cage that very night, their hands and feet were untied, their clothes were stripped off, their hands were tightly bound together, and they were hung on a special shelf.

The shelf was about two and a half meters high and three and a half meters wide, with a hook placed every sixty centimeters. The female slaves were then suspended from these hooks by ropes. The method of suspending the

female slaves was also very particular. A wooden plank about ten centimeters high was placed horizontally below the rack, and the female slaves had to stand on it

while being suspended, with their heels on the ground. When it came time for the auction, once all the female slaves on the rack were suspended, the wooden plank was removed, and the heels of the suspended female slaves were suddenly

dangling. This was a very uncomfortable position, and this moment was very exciting. The female slaves, who had been quietly waiting, suddenly lost their support

and all began to writhe, trying their best to support their body weight with the strength of their toes. It is said that this was a splendid scene designed for the buyers.

The purpose was to arouse the buyers' emotions. Because buyers were very unrestrained in their selection, to prevent some more temperamental female slaves from

reacting excessively, their feet were fixed with a specially made long, narrow yoke. This yoke consisted of two pieces, each with two ankle-shaped semicircles

carved . One piece was fixed first, the ankles were placed into the corresponding semicircles, then the other piece was attached and locked,

thus fixing the female slaves' feet in place.

The auction scene was lively and chaotic. The plantation owners' eyes gleamed as they excitedly selected their favorite female slaves,

shouting and bidding. On the auction platform, more than a dozen female slaves were hung side by side, bidding in turn. Each female slave had to wait until no one else raised

the price before the deal was finalized, and then it was the next person's turn, everyone arguing until their faces were red. The female slaves, with their hands suspended and their feet clamped by wooden boards, were forced into an open

posture for everyone to choose from. At this point, the wooden planks supporting their feet had been removed, and the female slaves were effectively suspended. Their

legs , were now spread apart by fifty or sixty centimeters. Previously, their toes could barely support some weight, but with the legs separated, most of the female slaves

were now dangling off the ground. Being trapped and unable to move was incredibly painful. I could see that these female slaves were trying their best to endure,

hoping the auction would end soon.

This kind of auction had an unusual thrill for me; I longed to experience the state of those being auctioned female slaves. They were all very young

women . One female slave had a girl who was just over four years old, but she was very young, looking only in her early twenties. When the young mother was hoisted up

, the girl was terrified; she couldn't understand why others would treat her mother this way. Seeing her mother being hoisted up with the other women

, and then struggling as the wooden planks were removed, the mother managed to stretch her body slightly, her forefeet barely supporting her weight, only to have them immediately

spread apart and clamped again. The child was growing up and understood. She saw her father's feet struggling to turn and touch the ground, but still dangling in vain

. The child clung tightly to her father's legs and cried, saying, "Mommy hurts, Mommy hurts." The child couldn't know that she might not even live to see the same fate

befall her.

The auction ended, and the landowners who won bids were busy with the handover procedures. Some left empty-handed, while others won one or more.

Their methods of transporting the female slaves varied. Some were simply tied to the back of a carriage and made to run back with it. Others used a special splint

to clamp their necks and hands before taking them back.

Chapter Two: A Mind's Prison

My thoughts shifted from the auction hall back to the present. With Yuhe, I began to build this mental haven that belonged only to Yuhe and me.

I looked at Yuhe, pondering how to treat this lovely girl. Yuhe seemed very comfortable with the long periods of binding and confinement. Looking at her

happy expression, she seemed completely unconcerned about the chains on her feet and the tight bindings on her arms. I decided to teach her a lesson. I set up a small hanging rack in my bedroom

, mimicking the setup of an auction house. I brought Yuhe into the bedroom and said to her, "Do you remember your sisters?

They were all hung on racks like this when they were auctioned off, but you were ignored. Today, you'll experience that." I untied

the ropes binding Yuhe and had her bring her hands together in front of her. I carefully began to tie her wrists together; her wrists were very delicate, and I

worried whether they could bear her weight. I made sure the ropes were neatly wrapped but tightly bound, as this would

reduce her pain when she was suspended. I led her to stand on the thick wooden plank below the rack, where she could stand on tiptoe, and then hoisted her hands high onto the metal

hooks . Considering Yuhe's extremely flexible body, I lifted her up until her heels were slightly off the ground. I admired Yuhe being suspended, as if I

were back in the auction house. When I removed the wooden blocks from Yuhe's feet, her body immediately became suspended in mid-air. All her strength was concentrated

on her two tightly bound, slender wrists. I felt Yuhe's pain; her reaction was the same as the other girls. She struggled to alleviate

the pain, trying to touch the ground with her toes and support her weight, but it was futile. She had to realize that futile struggles would only

increase her pain. She had to adapt to the pain of suspension, experiencing it little by little. She would go through a process, from initial pain to intense

pain, from futile struggles to gradually tolerating the pain, and finally reaching a point where she could enjoy the pain. Therefore, I had to calm myself down and carefully

observe Yuhe's changes. When she stopped struggling in vain and her legs and feet hung limply, her hands were already numb, and

the pain had lessened. I took out the foot braces, secured one first, and gently placed Yuhe's two slender ankles into the semi-circular

gaps . Then I gently aligned the other brace and locked it. Thus, Yuhe's ankles were separated and fixed into the two

somewhat . Her legs hung limply, and Yuhe's mind was in a daze. I was about to begin the third step, to

awaken Yuhe from her pain and gradually make her feel pleasure and joy, reaching a state of excitement amidst the pain. I gently stroked Yuhe's limp legs

, so soft and exquisite. I couldn't resist leaning down to kiss this helpless beauty. I felt Yuhe's reaction. This was my beloved.

I had endured so long, and finally I could feel her with my heart. I had personally directed this ritual, like a religious one. My beloved was enduring

pain, and I would use my caresses to gradually transform her pain into happiness and joy. I gently touched every inch of Yuhe's skin, down to her

delicate, jade-like breasts. My fingers slowly probed into Yuhe's lower body, which was already wet. The moment I touched her, Yuhe's

whole body convulsed as if electrocuted, and she, who had been silent all along, let out a moan—a moan of pleasure. I took the gag and gently put

it on her, tying the yellow ribbon at the back. This made Yuhe's moans very muffled. As my hands probed Yuhe's

lower body more boldly, her instinctive twisting intensified her pain, while my fingers' manipulation brought her immense pleasure. Thus,

pleasure and pain intertwined, and Yuhe reached a state of blissful oblivion. I held her tightly, letting my hard, thick penis penetrate her delicate

body. In this suspended position, with her feet bound in the wooden shackles, Yuhe and I achieved an ultimate unity and harmony of mind and body.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I opened my eyes, it was like a dream. I saw Yuhe still hanging high on the rack, her feet still

limply fixed to the shackles. Exhausted, I struggled to stand up and looked at my Yuhe. She had already woken from her daze, her eyes somewhat

hazy but still bright. She could feel Yuhe watching me as I slept. As the excitement faded, all that remained for her was this painful state that tugged at her nerves.

She still had a gag in her mouth, unable to speak, only able to wait silently, enduring the pain and this humiliating posture. Perhaps she finally understood

the true meaning of everything I had done, and how I would treat her from now on. I saw faint tear tracks on Yuhe's cheeks, but I

knew these were the traces of happiness and joy she had once felt. I looked at Yuhe, and Yuhe looked at me very calmly, at this

person who had possessed her both spiritually and physically, the person who had just given her a blissful, intoxicating experience of extreme pain and pleasure.

I asked her, "Should I put you down?"

Yuhe continued to stare at me, her eyes filled with admiration and expectation.

Yuhe gently shook her head.

Chapter Three

These past few days, I've been busy with business and have temporarily neglected Yuhe. After experiencing the extreme pain and pleasure I inflicted on her that day

, I wonder what Yuhe is like now. She is still locked in the dungeon. I specially assigned her a female slave named Mia. Mia was born

deaf and mute ; I bought her out of pity, and Mia is responsible for managing and taking care of Yuhe. Mia is very skilled at binding, and the keys to

all are in her hands. I don't need to worry because Mia knows very well Yuhe's place in my heart. On the surface, it seems that

Yuhe is under Mia's control, but in reality, Yuhe is Mia's master. The two get along very well. Mia is a loyal female slave I trust very much

. She takes good care of and manages Yuhe very well. Yuhe knows that Mia is carrying out my will and is very respectful and obedient to her.

Mia doesn't actually fully understand the spiritual contract between Yuhe and me. She knows that I actually like Yuhe very much, but I still subject her to

severe binding and chains, or wooden cages and shackles. She is simply faithfully carrying out my will. Knowing I was coming back today, she began to bind Yuhe.

Mia's binding skills were very proficient; in a short time, Yuhe was tightly bound into a disorganized state. She then used a thin hemp rope to

tie Yuhe's two big toes together several times, horizontally and vertically, before forcefully tying the rope to Yuhe's hair. Yuhe's head was forced back, and

her legs were stretched straight. Then she took a gag and put it on Yuhe. Next, she placed Yuhe in a small rectangular cage that could barely fit her

, blindfolded her, and locked the cage. Afterward, she forcefully picked up the cage containing Yuhe, left the dungeon, and placed Yuhe on my bed. Yuhe

waited and welcomed my return in this way.

When I returned and saw my Yuhe, I quietly walked to the bedside and admired her in the cage. Yuhe was very quiet in the cage; she didn't know I

was beside her, but she certainly knew that I treated her this way because I liked her. I peered through the gaps in the cage at Yuhe's bound state and
couldn't help but admire Mia's skill in binding her. She was extremely familiar with Yuhe's body and had a very thorough understanding of her flexibility.

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