Commercial espionage (18)

Commercial Espionage
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(I)
Inside a newly built commercial building, there is one of the top trading companies in the city, "Manri Trading". There are rumors that as long as you can afford the price, you can even buy your boss's wife here. Of course, this is a bit of an exaggeration. At least I, as the purchasing manager, have never helped anyone buy someone else's boss's wife. I am one of the many purchasing managers in this company. I joined the company three months ago, and everyone here calls me Brother Shui. Purchasing managers are considered mid-to-lower-level managers in the company, and I have always kept a low profile, because purchasing manager is just my cover. In my heart, I am a commercial spy, hired by Manri Trading's rival to spy on Manri's intelligence.
Today, I took the opportunity to come to the general manager's office and secretly planted a bugging device under his desk.
The general manager's surname is Wang. He is in his thirties, with a square face, big eyes, and a slightly fat figure. I chose to start with him, mainly because my intuition, gained from years of experience, told me: "This person is suspicious." On the surface, he was a successful middle-aged man, always amiable and polite, making quick and accurate decisions. But every time I saw him, I felt a chill run down my spine. There must be some secret behind him!
After that, I got into the habit of listening to my MP3 player while working at the company. Of course, I wasn't listening to pop music, but rather the sounds coming from Manager Wang's office—disappointingly, it was always his daily business conversations. However, as a senior colleague once said, "patience" is the gold standard for spies.
On the fifth day, Friday afternoon at four o'clock, I finally made a discovery!
First, I heard the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by a slightly hesitant female voice calling out, "Manager." This female voice immediately attracted my attention, because it seemed full of grievance and fear. I realized something big was about to happen, so I immediately put down my work, pressed the record button on the MP3 player, and went to the restroom to listen carefully to what they were saying.
After the female voice called out "Manager," I heard Manager Wang's cold laugh: "Hmph! Finally back, huh?"
Back? I wondered, who exactly is this girl? Where had she gone before? What could have made Manager Wang so angry?
"I...I'm sorry..." the girl sobbed.
"What nonsense!" Manager Wang roared, "It seems you have no remorse whatsoever! What did you just call me?"
"Waaah...waaah...waaah..." the girl cried even harder, "M-M-Master...I'm sorry...
I really can't take it anymore..." The girl's voice was barely audible when she said this; if it weren't for my good listening equipment, I would have almost not heard it.
But even if I had heard it, I couldn't quite believe my ears! Master? She wasn't calling Manager Wang "Master," was she? Did I hear wrong? But I quickly realized I wasn't mistaken, because Manager Wang's roar came through the earpiece again,
"You've been gone for a week and you still consider me your master! If it weren't for your good-for-nothing old man, I'm afraid you would have already flown far away! Let me tell you, I will settle this score with you slowly! Now kneel down!"
"Ugh...no..." the girl said no, but then I heard the sound of something hitting the ground. I thought the girl had knelt down as she had promised.
"Crawl over here!" Manager Wang continued to order, "Take your dick out!" Then came the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the girl's sobs.
"Shut up! Give me a good blowjob! If you don't ejaculate in three minutes, you'll be in trouble!" Then I heard the girl's slow breathing: "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Occasionally there were a few gasps from the girl and Manager Wang's satisfied groans.
Just as my blood was getting pumping, the rhythm gradually quickened, and with the rhythm came the sound of dripping water!
"That's right!" Manager Wang said in a hoarse voice, "Take it in deeper! Yes... use more saliva!
Mmm... suck harder! Ah... ah... you little slut, you haven't neglected your skills... ha... good! Don't look at the ground! Look at your master! That's right! Look, look! Where are you going! My big dick is your home! Ah... mmm..."
"Hmph!" After Manager Wang let out a heavy groan, the headphones finally quieted down. But I was startled by a sudden, crisp "smack" sound, which was followed by a "thud" of a heavy object falling to the ground. Manager Wang snarled again, "You filthy bitch! How dare you vomit on my pants?"
"Please...please have mercy, Master!...Ugh...I just...I just...it's been so long since I've served Master's...my...big cock, I...I forgot myself and a little spilled out...I'll lick it clean right away!" Then came a soft "shh, shh" sound of friction.
"Bitch!" Manager Wang continued, but more gently than before: "You're quite the talker, aren't you? You old man know how to teach your daughter. But don't think you can get away with running away so easily. You know where you're going after work today, right?"
"Lingnu...I understand." The girl replied softly between sobs.
"Good! Then lick Master's big dick clean and get out!" Manager Wang ordered the girl in a cold tone.
"Ugh..." Then came the girl's sobbing voice through the earpiece: "Thank you, Master, for giving Lingnu oral sex." Then came the sound of footsteps fading away.
"Stop!" Manager Wang shouted: "You don't think Master has forgotten, do you?! How long did it take Lingnu to serve Master?"
"Lingnu...I don't know." The girl said tremulously.
"A full four minutes! Lingnu, you have disappointed Master so much!" Manager Wang continued in a sinister tone: "How should I punish you?"
"Please...please have mercy, Master!" The girl's voice was even more anxious
. After the sound of a drawer opening and closing, "Ah!..." came the girl's desperate cry: "Please...please don't...this...this high heel!"
"Haha..." Manager Wang seemed very satisfied with the girl's despair and continued: "Wearing these torture high heels will guarantee that you, this lowly slave, will be in heaven! Quickly lift your feet and let Master help you put them on!"
"Ah...ah..." Then came the girl's chilling scream.
"Go out now, don't worry about wandering off, hahaha..." Manager Wang laughed coldly. With the sound of the door opening and closing, everything fell silent. "Hello? Lao Fang..." Manager Wang's voice rang out again. He was on the phone: "Bring Jun Nu here tonight too...yes...it seems those two sisters need to be taught a lesson...yes...see you at the usual place."
Hearing this, I knew it was time to gather more information. Who is that girl, Ling Nu? Who are Lao Fang and Jun Nu? Where is the usual place? Knowing Manager Wang's amazing secret was incredibly exciting.
Just as I was about to leave, I discovered that my crotch was also wet. I was so excited just now. Just thinking about a little girl in a neat suit kneeling in the office being sucked was unbearable!
For both public and private reasons, I must get to the bottom of this!
(II)
After cleaning the filth from my crotch, I decided to find out who "Ling Nu" was first, so I quickly went to Manager Wang's office to start looking for my target. I began to carefully observe which female employees seemed unusual. They invariably had tear stains from crying and were wearing so-called "torture high heels."
These high heels are a type of sadomasochistic instrument, originally used by ancient nobles as a form of torture to improve the walking posture of female slaves. They resemble a pair of high-heeled, pointed shoes, but are made of leather wrapped around thin, hard steel plates. A protruding device at the ankle pushes the wearer's ankle forward as far as possible, concentrating all the wearer's weight on the big toe area, forcing them to stand and walk only on their toes. Most agonizingly, the toe area is inlaid with pineapple-shaped iron studs, making it feel like walking with your entire weight pressing your toes against those studs.
Wearing these "torture-inducing high heels," standing or walking is unbearable, even sitting is excruciating. A female employee wearing these shoes should be restless and easily spotted,
but I walked the entire company without finding one. Could she not be a female employee? Just as I was lost in thought, someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder forcefully.
When I turned around, I was stunned by the sight before me. A girl, about 16 or 17 years old, wearing a pale yellow suit and high heels, had long, straight hair cascading over her shoulders. Her delicate, youthful features were masked by a pained expression, a forced calm. She bit her lip, but couldn't hide the helplessness in her eyes. But
this wasn't even the most primal aspect of her. Beneath the pale yellow suit, her body was like a ripe peach, only faintly revealing her feminine curves. Her long, shapely legs beneath the short skirt were so alluring, they inspired an immediate urge to caress them! The high heels on her slender feet made her legs look even more perfect!
The girl struggled to regain her balance, and I immediately knew she must be "Ling Nu."
"Where did this 16 or 17-year-old girl come from in the company?" I thought to myself. "Ah! She's a summer intern in the archives!"
It was hard to imagine that this angelic girl had been kneeling in the office just minutes before, sucking the manager's penis! And even calling herself the manager's slave! "Miss, are you alright?" I asked deliberately.
"Sorry, I slipped." The girl didn't dare look at me and hurriedly returned
to her seat with unsteady steps. I immediately hacked into the HR department's computer (a routine part of a spy's job) to find the girl's information. It turned out her full name was Fang Wanling, 17 years old, a fifth-grade student at a girls' high school in the city, working as a temporary typist in the company's archives department. Besides her personal information, there was an unexpected bonus: her contact person was her older sister, Fang Wanjun, the company's assistant accountant!
Jun Nu must be her! The more the mystery was solved, the more excited I became, and my crotch hardened again. To get a closer look at the whole picture, I decided to keep a closer eye on Manager Wang.
I am a sex slave trainer who loves my job. My surname is Fang, and people in the industry call me Lao Fang. I am currently driving to Manager Wang's basement in the mountains. Manager Wang is my big client, and I am hired to train his slaves, the Fang sisters, Fang Wanjun and Fang Wanling. Perhaps you have already guessed that my relationship with these two sisters is more than just trainer and trained?
That's right! They were originally my daughters, and they are my slaves! Because of a problem, I was forced to sell them to Manager Wang, and he hired me to continue training these two sisters for him until they are completely enslaved, both physically and mentally, becoming his sex slaves and sex dolls who obey their master's commands from the bottom of their hearts. Therefore, my feelings are quite complicated every time I go out to serve Manager Wang, because I know that each time I help him train these two sisters, I will gain a great sense of accomplishment, dominance, and sexual satisfaction! But at the same time, it kept reminding me: this perfect pair of slaves would never belong to me again!
Sitting next to me now is my older sister, Fang Wanjun, or rather, Junnu. She is three years older than Lingnu. Like Lingnu, Junnu has a beautiful figure, and with her developed body and curves, every inch of Junnu's body exudes a charm that makes men drool.
Although both sisters are stunning in figure and appearance, I personally prefer Junnu because her facial features are more defined, but her personality is very gentle. Watching her expression change from resistance to endurance, then to reluctant acceptance, and then to resigned acceptance, during training has made me ejaculate on her countless times. Another reason I prefer Junnu is that I started a master-slave relationship with her four years ago, when she was sixteen. I still remember the night of Junnu's sixteenth birthday. I tied her to a big tree in our backyard to deflower her. At that time, she screamed desperately, "Daddy, no! Daddy, no!"
I whipped her twenty-three times before she learned to call me master!
But her aptitude was truly remarkable; after only three nights of ravishing, she achieved her first orgasm; and by the second week, she even squirted under my oral stimulation! Looking back, those days were truly my golden age!
As for Lingnu, a year ago, when I first started trying to train her, I ran into a major problem—I was forced to sell them before the training even began. Therefore, I never officially became Lingnu's master, and of course, Lingnu only learned of my relationship with Junnu from that time on.
"Junnu, you have to do a good job later!" I said to Junnu, "If Lingnu makes her master angry, who knows how much torture she'll suffer later!"
"I know, Teacher Fang. Junnu will try her best not to disappoint her master and Teacher Fang." Junnu obediently replied to
Teacher Fang. Every time the two sisters called me that, I felt a pang of pain in my heart. Had yesterday's master become today's teacher? But this pain quickly passed; the car had already arrived at the basement door, and tonight would be another night of stimulating training!
(III)
After a long and tedious day of work, I love returning to my mountain basement.
I am Wang Xing, the general manager of Manri Trading Company. Since I became fascinated with slave training five years ago, I have trained my slaves here almost every night. So far, I have successfully trained eleven slaves. I remember my first slave was "Qiu'er," a gift from the big boss after I helped the company defeat all competitors and secure a contract that would generate enough revenue for the company for two years.
Qiu'er was a "born slave," meaning she was born on a slave ranch and trained as a slave from a young age. She could satisfy all of a man's sexual fantasies, but because she was only taught "obedience" and "sex," I quickly grew tired of her. However, a fire was still burning within me, so I consulted the big boss again. The big boss saw that I had the potential to become a ruler and agreed to be my training mentor.
The first slave I personally trained was named Pan Feifei. She was originally a rebellious girl who ran away from home. She was the first prey the big boss had chosen for me. When I caught her scavenging for food in the hotel's garbage room, I realized that Finu wasn't pretty at all; she just had a pair of bright, expressive eyes. She resisted fiercely, and it took a lot of effort to subdue her. At the time, I even thought the big boss had chosen the wrong target! How could a girl like that possibly be trained into a sex slave who obeyed her master's commands from the bottom of her heart?
But I soon realized how ignorant I was. Under the big boss's guidance, I repeatedly used a gradual training method. Each time she yielded a small step, I rewarded her if she did, and cruelly tortured her if she didn't. She quickly felt that exchanging small concessions for temporary comfort was too good to pass up!
I led her step by step into the abyss of complete depravity until it was too late when she finally realized what was happening. As the saying goes, once defiled, twice filthy, and soon she no longer cared about serving my big cock in any way. But just as I was gloating over this achievement, the big boss told me that the real training had only just begun. Having already possessed her body, the next step was to possess her mind, to make her a true slave.
From then on, I would give her orgasms during each training session. While she was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, her heart at its weakest and most vulnerable, needing support, I would gently talk to her, trying to extract her secrets.
When I learned that she actually longed for her parents' care and approval, I began to incorporate elements into the training that made her feel like we had a "father-daughter" relationship, and I would frequently praise her performance during the training. Sure enough, in less than a month, her attitude changed from no longer caring about serving me to actively trying to please me.
Half a month later, I deliberately gave her a good opportunity to steal away. I deliberately didn't fasten her collar properly (I usually used an iron chain and collar to fasten her to the floor pull ring), and opened her back door, then hid to see her reaction.
At first, seeing an opportunity to escape, she happily let go and went to the back door. Then the strangest thing happened: after rushing out the back door for three steps, she suddenly stopped! She looked back and forth between the basement and outside, taking a step forward and then a step back.
I knew she was facing a fierce internal struggle. I did nothing, just stood by and watched this good show. Would her newly freed heart win, or would my training prevail? She struggled at the back door for about two minutes, and finally, she walked back into my basement on her own! I almost couldn't help but cheer! I had finally conquered the soul of this rebellious girl! She was now my slave!
It was that initial joy that drove me to continue training them. Today, I'm training my twelfth and thirteenth slaves, Junnu and Lingnu.
I'm currently sitting on the sofa in the basement, where I rest and formulate training plans. Lingnu has been standing respectfully before me, hands at her sides, awaiting my commands for an hour. I haven't uttered a word, but I know that since the afternoon, Lingnu's delicate feet, constantly clad in torture-inducing high heels, have been in excruciating pain, almost to the point of collapse. My silence has only amplified her anxiety. This frail 17-year-old girl is trembling all over, cold sweat pouring down her face, while I, as her master, leisurely enjoy the mental and physical torture I inflict on my slave!
As the door opens, Lao Fang pulls Junnu into the rest room. As usual, Junnu is wearing a plain dress, high heels, her long hair tied in a ponytail, and a large leather collar used for dogs around her neck, with an iron chain attached. Lao Fang is pulling on the other end of the chain. They came right up to me, and then Junnu knelt down, bowed to me, and kissed my toes
. "Junnu greets his master," Junnu said softly. "Get up," I said. "Mr. Wang, about finding Lingnu..." Old Fang said to me with a lewd grin.
"Old Fang!" I interrupted, "Have I ever mistreated you?" "I... I didn't mean that... I didn't mean that..." Old Fang lowered his head.
I met Old Fang through the big boss; he was a complete lackey. Even his training skills were far from excellent. He had trained Junnu for three years, and still hadn't trained him to the spiritual level! The reason I hired him to train these two sisters was because I could tell they hated him. He would be a powerful weapon to conquer their souls.
"Lingnu," I began, setting the stage for tonight's training. "Don't you like being my slave?"
My sudden words startled her. "Master... please have mercy. I will be a good slave wholeheartedly from now on." She knelt down.
"I knew you would," I said. "You'll definitely become very obedient after tonight. By the way, did you know that your good classmate Sihui has a real talent for acting?"
I pressed a remote control button, and a large screen fell down, showing a drama of a high school girl fighting against four lecherous men. The protagonist was Nie Sihui, who had taken Lingnu in for a week.
Lingnu watched with tears streaming down her face as her friend, who weighed less than 100 pounds, was repeatedly violated by four strong men, from her initial desperate struggle to her eventual helpless surrender. The most terrifying thing was that later she was given some kind of drug, and Si Hui actually became like a slut who hadn't had sex in a long time, actively having sex with the rapists who took her virginity. Ling Nu's guilt this time was beyond words.
"Ling Nu, you can rest assured, I have sent her home to recuperate. As long as she doesn't cause any more trouble, this movie will only be the master's private collection." I mocked Ling Nu.
Ling Nu could only respond with a cry.
(Part 4)
"Ling Nu, look how sexy she is!" I pointed at Si Hui on the screen and said, "A young girl falling in love with the man who brutally took her virginity is the most touching scene!" On the screen, Si Hui was spreading her legs in ecstasy, riding on one of the rapists and actively swaying her slender waist back and forth, as if she wanted to ride him until he was exhausted and died.
"Don't... watch..." Ling Nu cried and replied, "Please punish this lowly slave properly, master!"
Knowing Ling Nu's personality, I knew that she wanted to alleviate her guilt by being punished. But I won't let her find any mental relief; on the contrary, I want her to feel even more guilty. That way, I can break down her defenses faster
. "Don't rush, we'll convict one at a time," I said coldly. "Jun Nu! Kneel down!"
My words shocked everyone present. Why would even Jun Nu be guilty? Although no one understood, Jun Nu didn't dare hesitate for a moment and immediately knelt down obediently.
"Jun Nu, do you know your crime?" I asked. "Jun...Jun Nu...doesn't...know..." Jun Nu was completely bewildered by my accusations.
"How dare you! You even pretend!" I roared. "The night Ling Nu ran away, did you and she sleep together in the cage at Teacher Fang's house?"
"Yes, Master," Jun Nu answered, bowing her head. "You wretched slave! That's it! Why didn't you stop her immediately when she tried to steal it?" I questioned Junnu.
"Master... I was chained up at the time, I couldn't stop her from escaping," Junnu replied. "Then why didn't you notify Teacher Fang! Couldn't you even call him?" I didn't give her a chance to breathe and continued to press her.
"I... I had a gag in my mouth... I couldn't... I couldn't make a sound at all!" Junnu defended herself. Actually, I knew very well how they slept after being trained at the Fang family's house, so there was no need to ask
. Lingnu's successful escape that day had nothing to do with whether Junnu had notified them. I knew perfectly well that Old Fang wanted to secretly have his way with my Lingnu. (Because I stipulated that Old Fang could not have sex with the two sisters during training unless he had my special permission, they were already my slaves!) So he chained up Junnu and then dragged Lingnu to his room. Who knew that in his moment of guilt, he didn't tie Lingnu up properly, and she knocked her unconscious with the phone. Unable to find the key to release Junnu, Lingnu had no choice but to flee to her classmate's place to hide. Junnu, fearing future retaliation from Lao Fang, dared not reveal the truth
, even though she already knew it. I had questioned Junnu for a long time just to get her to say the next sentence, "Can't make a sound with a gag in her mouth? We need to verify that!" I told Lao Fang, "Go get her a gag just like the one from that night!"
Lao Fang immediately took a red rubber ball-shaped gag from the torture rack. "Mr. Wang, this is the gag we used that night."
"Is that so?" I sneered at Lao Fang, seeing him shiver. I then ordered him, "Go put it on Junnu!"
"Yes...yes..." Lao Fang went behind Junnu, roughly shoved the blood-red rubber ball into her mouth, and then used the leather straps attached to both sides of the ball to pull it up to the back of her head and fasten it. Every time I see a slave being gagged, my penis gets hard
. "Okay," I say, "Hang Junnu from the ceiling ring."
Upon hearing this, Lao Fang immediately and skillfully tied Junnu's wrists together with hemp rope, then dragged Junnu under the ceiling ring, lowered the ring, and used another rope to hang Junnu's wrists from it. When everything was ready, Lao Fang pressed the mechanism to raise the ring until Junnu's toes just left the ground. This is the standard ceiling-hanging method. The slave's entire weight is suspended on her wrists, only getting a little relief when her toes occasionally touch the ground.
Throughout this process, Junnu dared not disobey in the slightest, because she knew that even if her master had truly wronged her, as long as it was her master's order, her only way out was to obey, otherwise the fate would only be more tragic. In this respect, Junnu had long since learned to accept her fate. This little bit of acceptance was the only result of Lao Fang's three years of training.
On the contrary, Lingnu felt heartbroken for all that her sister had endured. "Master..." she cried, begging me, "Master, please punish me! It wasn't my sister's fault! Master, please whip this lowly slave! Master!"
She even crawled over and clung to my leg.
"Insolence!" I slapped her, sending her sprawling to the ground. Besides a bruise on her face, I could see a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.
"What kind of rule is this!" I roared again. "Old Fang! Hang this damned slave up too!"
Old Fang immediately followed the same method he used on the servant slave, first putting a gag on the young slave and then hanging her up in the same way. The young slave had already been slapped so hard by me that she was covered in stars. In no time, Old Fang had her hanging next to the servant slave .
I went to the whip cabinet and took out a whip called "Thunder Serpent." As the name suggests, being whipped by it is like being bitten by lightning or a snake. I stopped a meter in front of the servant slave
. "Servant slave," I said to her in a sinister tone, "now we'll test whether you can't make a sound after you're gagged."
The servant slave recognized the whip because it was Old Fang's favorite style. The servant slave kept shaking her head, two streams of clear tears already soaking her clothes. In her eyes, there was nothing but despair and fear. From behind the gag came intermittent "Ugh...ugh..." sounds.
"Didn't you scream?" I said to Junnu.
Upon hearing this, Junnu immediately fell silent, silently awaiting her tragic fate. In the blink of an eye, the lightning snake had already shot out, devouring its tender prey.
"..." The heavy gag could no longer muffle Junnu's shrill moans. After the first lash landed on Junnu's thigh, her screams still echoed throughout the basement.
Seeing this tragic scene, Lingnu desperately tried to rush to protect Junnu, but she was powerless to resist. She could only sway from side to side under the rings.
"You lowly slave!" I said. "You could have screamed so loudly, yet you dared to lie!" I said, but my hands did not stop. The lightning snake had already kissed Junnu's entire body. The dress she was wearing was now a tattered mess in the wind. Although I thought the punishment should be severe, I did not want to leave my slave with permanent whip marks. After a round of attacks, I put away the whip.
(V)
The basement was filled with the calm after the storm. Junnu lay dying under the ceiling wreath, and Lingnu hung not far away, sobbing softly.
"Take off Junnu's clothes!" I ordered Lao Fang
to go over immediately and tear off the rest of Junnu's clothes. Every time the pieces of clothing brushed against her whip marks, Junnu would shudder and make a "hum...hum..." sound. When her clothes were gone, a sadomasochistic picture composed of a mature, fair female body and fiery red whip marks was vividly presented before my eyes.
"Qiu'er." I called into a walkie-talkie. "Give me the fallen petals." "Yes, Master." The walkie-talkie on the other end replied.
Although I had trained many slaves, I only kept Qiu'er and Feinu. I sold the others. I liked Qiu'er very much because she had received excellent maid training, so even though I had lost my "sexual interest" in her, I still kept her. Having her here to manage the household is really convenient. Plus, she's already twenty-four, and with her looks, she's practically worthless as a sex slave. If I sold her to a prostitution ring, her fate would be horrible. For a weak woman who's completely dependent on me, body and soul, I feel I should at least give her a place to live. Besides, she's truly dedicated and manages the household perfectly, so I'm always kind to her. Even the most obedient Fiona gets punished by me sometimes, but Qiu'er has never been whipped by me.
A woman dressed in a sexy female servant outfit, wearing shackles, and with a beaming smile, walked in carrying a bottle of clear ointment.
"Master, Hua Luo Hong has arrived." She smiled and bowed, offering the ointment with both hands.
Seeing her scratching her buttocks high and her breasts drooping low, I took the ointment and casually pulled her into my arms, gently patting her pink buttocks. (Laughing?) "Is your little slut indebted?" I asked.
"Master, you're innocent! Qiu'er is always ready to serve you," Qiu'er said coquettishly. "Then how about I grant you some fun with Teacher Fang?" I said.
"Thank you, Master!" Qiu'er said happily. "Old Fang, if you help me find Ling Nu, I'll reward you with Qiu'er tonight," I said to Old Fang.
"Mr. Wang... this... this," Old Fang stammered. "Not satisfied?" I asked sternly.
"No... no..." Old Fang answered with a lewd grin. "Aren't you going out?" I shouted. "Don't come back tonight."
Old Fang left with Qiu'er, looking embarrassed. I knew that Old Fang actually wanted me to reward him with Ling Nu. No way! I'll settle this score with him later!
Now only the two poor slave sisters and I were left in the room. I opened the bottle of "Fallen Flowers," and a refreshing fragrance wafted out. I walked towards Jun Nu, and she began to tremble again when she saw me approaching. I took a small amount of the clear ointment with my fingers and slowly applied it to Junnu's whip marks.
The still burning wounds were immediately enveloped in a gentle, cool sensation, and the excruciating pain was instantly relieved.
"This is the holy medicine for treating external wounds, Flower Fall Red. As long as you apply it promptly after being injured, the wounds will heal quickly and without scarring," I said to Junnu as I applied the medicine. "Master actually cherishes you all very much. As long as you don't disappoint Master anymore, you'll have better days ahead."
Junnu, who had been on the verge of death, felt waves of cool comfort wash over her wounds after the Flower Fall Red was applied. As I slowly applied it to all the wounds on her body, this blissful feeling spread throughout her entire body. The pain she had just experienced was completely overwhelmed and forgotten by this sweetness!
As Junnu gradually regained consciousness, her entire body was immersed in this wonderful paradise.
"Ah!" I exclaimed as I applied the Flower Fall Red to her firm, elastic abdomen. Junnu finally let out a soul-stirring moan.
I knew this was a fleeting opportunity; if I didn't suppress her pleasure now, Junnu would take another step deeper into the abyss of slavery. So I gently removed her gag and continued to carefully and slowly apply the medicine to her.
"Mmm... Ah..." Junnu continued to revel in the pleasure, completely oblivious to her own descent into depravity. As my hands moved towards Junnu's thighs, she unintentionally parted her shapely legs—legs that all men crave to caress—slightly inviting my hands to continue exploring her deepest depths. But I had to resist this intense temptation! I moved my hand down to her calves.
"Ah..." A groan of disappointment and protest escaped Junnu's lips, but I continued to caress her firm, slender calves, then her delicate, white feet, and her pearly, perfectly aligned toes.
These caresses were gentle and pleasurable to Junnu, but I knew they were far from enough to extinguish the fire of desire I had ignited within her; they would only fuel it. I knew the time had come, like a lion knowing it was time to pounce on its prey. Now was the time to make Junnu fall! So I moved my hand away from Junnu's body.
"Mmm..." As another disappointed groan escaped, at that very moment, my hand unexpectedly attacked her deepest depths! I conquered her secret garden in one fell swoop!
"Ah..." A high-pitched, satisfied groan filled the entire basement. As if a long-standing emptiness had finally been filled, even the languid slave beside me blushed.
My hands continued their rampage in this newly conquered territory. The slave not only did not resist, but swayed her slender waist to cooperate with me. The woman's nectar further moistened this invader. As the nectar that these men all wanted to taste flowed more and more, the invader's hands could no longer catch it all. The overflowing nectar could only flow down its master's thighs, over her calves and delicate feet, and drip onto the ground.
"Master... Master..." the slave kept calling out. I intensified my playing with her clitoris and vulva. With the slave's reaction, I knew she was nearing her limit, so I flicked her vulva with my middle finger!
"Ah..." After a long howl and a spasm, the slave returned to calm. The slave's nectar had not yet dried. I withdrew my hand from between her thighs, and a gust of cold air immediately blew through her warm garden, making her shiver slightly.
"What a slutty slave girl!" I said, placing my hand near her bright red lips. "Just a little bit of ointment and she's already having an orgasm. Hurry up and lick your master's hand clean!"
Hearing this, Junnu obediently stuck out her delicate tongue and began licking my hand back and forth.
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