Female Slave Diary

In the towering skyscrapers of the city's upscale residential area, there stands a building that is less conspicuous than its surroundings. Compared to the technologically advanced and stylish steel-framed buildings around it, this reinforced concrete building is much more unassuming. The ground floor is just an ordinary residential building, divided into suites for nearby office workers to rent; but the underground level is a completely different world, a gathering place for trainers and female slaves from all over the country, the largest slave distribution center in the nation. Eighty percent of the country's female slaves are branded and produced here.
In this country, the slave trade is legal. As long as you have money, you can buy any kind of slave you want. In rural areas, many people are forced to sell themselves into slavery to survive, and the capitalist-led government tacitly approves of slavery. My name is Huilin, and I am one of this large group of slaves.
Slaves are divided into many types, but broadly speaking, they can be divided into three categories: slaves for heavy labor, slaves for cleaning, and slaves for sexual purposes.
Basically, female slaves are the third type.
After the slaves arrived, the first step was to wash their bodies, followed by the removal of excess body hair using special chemicals. Male slaves underwent an additional procedure to avoid management difficulties: castration. Of course, castration performed in the slave center was done without anesthesia.
The male slaves were tied to a conveyor belt, and one by one, their genitals were removed by the machine. Those who couldn't endure the pain and died were transported directly to the lowest processing area, where they were ground up by a meat grinder to be used as fertilizer and animal feed, squeezing out every last bit of value. Male slaves who passed the castration test were then injected with powerful control drugs to prevent resistance; after these procedures, the male slaves were considered finished.
Female slaves, on the other hand, also had to go through several procedures. After their body hair was removed, they were conveyed to a ring-piercing machine, where rings were attached to their nipples, labia, and clitoris. These rings, made of stainless steel and engraved with numbers, were for management purposes.
After the rings were attached, a special collar was placed around their necks. This collar contained a special sensor and a miniature bomb. If the sensor failed to detect the electrical signals emanating from the slave center, or if someone attempted to remove the collar, the miniature bomb would immediately explode. The explosion was just powerful enough to smash the wearer's head, making escape impossible.
After these procedures, the slaves were distributed.
Because virgins were more valuable, those identified as virgins by the machine were directly auctioned off. The rest were assigned to trainers stationed at the slave center. Although I was a virgin, because I resisted during the process, I was designated slave number 7259 and assigned to the most rigorous trainer.
The training process was long and arduous. All personal consciousness and dignity were shattered. The slaves had to be naked and wear special training tools (depending on the trainer). I was assigned a huge electric dildo and a gag. Twenty people were crammed into a space of less than ten square meters. To prevent slaves from getting sick and dying, a doctor came every day to give them vaccinations. To maintain their good physique, female slaves were only allowed to eat feed once a day.
To increase their market value, large amounts of hormones were added to the feed. Before I was sent to the slave center, my bust size was only 32B, but after being fed for a long time, it grew into a 36E, and milk would drip from my nipples with the slightest squeeze. The feed came from the corpses of dead slaves.
I remember the first time I ate, I found a piece of unground finger in the minced meat, which made me vomit my whole stomach. At first, I resisted, but I gave in after a few days; because I understood that if I starved myself to death, I would be the next piece of minced meat in the bowl. After getting used to it, the taste of human flesh was no different from beef or pork.
Water was only provided once a day, sprinkled from the ceiling. If you wanted water at other times, you could only ask your roommate for urine to drink. Of course, there was no toilet here, just a wooden bucket. The happiest time of day was cleaning time. Every day at this time, the supervisor would spray water into the room with a large hose and collect the excrement from the bucket.
Of course, there were always troublemakers. If someone caused trouble or refused to be disciplined, they would be sent to the punishment room. The punishment room was sparsely furnished, containing only a triangular wooden horse. Female slaves who made mistakes were tied to it and punished, including whipping, burning, and electric shocks. However, usually, to avoid diminishing the female slave's market value, the trainers would try not to leave any noticeable marks on her body.
After a long period of training, I mustered the courage to apply for a test with my trainer; only female slaves who passed the center's test could be officially sold. The test was divided into several sections, including service, masochism, and sex. The questions were randomly selected by the center, and I drew service. The service test included oral sex, cleaning the master, and being a human chair. These were relatively easy questions for me, and oral sex was exactly what I excelled at.
I slowly extended my tongue, gently and lightly enveloping the examiner's glans, almost imperceptibly licking the tendon at the joint of the shaft; at the same time, my right hand continuously stroked the examiner's scrotum, while my left hand constantly manipulated the penis. The examiner was satisfied with this prelude; I felt his penis become completely erect, hot and hard, filling my mouth to the brim. The examiner suddenly grabbed my head and began to thrust his hips. His long, hard penis plunged deep into my throat. Although I reflexively felt like vomiting, the thought of being disqualified and subjected to even harsher training if I vomited made me hold back. The examiner thrust wildly dozens of times, then suddenly shuddered, and a thick stream of semen gushed into my mouth.
"Don't spit it out! Open your mouth so I can check!" The examiner pried open my mouth and began to examine it.
"Very good, now swallow it and then spit it out."
I did as instructed. The hardest part of the oral sex test was regurgitating semen. To learn this skill, I endured over a dozen lashes from the trainer before mastering the knack.
"Very good, oral sex is acceptable. Next is the second part of the test."
Cleaning the master and the human chair were tested simultaneously. The examiner straddled my face, his anus directly facing my mouth.
"The test is about to begin, 7259." As soon as he finished speaking, *plop*, a clump of runny feces landed accurately on my face.
"7259, clean the master's anus within ten seconds."
I moved my tongue very quickly, licking the examiner's anus clean in an instant, as if I had just taken a shower.
"Very good, 7259, you passed. Tomorrow you'll be sent to the auction house." The examiner slapped my buttocks hard as a reward.
The day before being sent to the auction house was the most comfortable day for a slave.
Because if they weren't sold and became unsaleable goods, they would be sent to undergo modification surgery and sold to a farm in the countryside. If even farms and ranches don't want it, it will be directly pushed into the slaughterhouse and made into canned food.
For the slave center, failing to sell slaves that passed the center's inspection is also a blow to its reputation. Therefore, from the center's perspective, they will do everything they can to promote their slaves. Slaves about to be sold are moved from the shared training rooms to individual rooms, their training collars are replaced with ordinary collars for sale (slaves trained to this point are completely enslaved, so there's no need to worry about escape), and the original steel buckles are all replaced with silver ones. Furthermore, they are attended to by dedicated staff for bathing and eating, and the center provides various beauty and body-care services to ensure that every slave can be sold and fetch a good price. After the finishing touches were completed, I was sent to the printing room for the final branding procedure. The red-hot branding iron was deeply embedded in my tender white buttocks, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh. I shuddered slightly; the burning of the branding iron gave me a sweet pleasure, and when I reached down to touch my crotch, it was completely wet. Such a reaction would never have occurred before entering the slave center.
Actually, I didn't choose to be a slave willingly. My parents back home were drowning in debt, and creditors came to our door every day with their men to collect. My close boyfriend ran away in fear when he learned of our debts. My father was even beaten. We were so poor we couldn't even afford our next meal. My mother, desperate, happened to run into slave traders from the provincial capital. A few large bills and two chickens were all it took to sell me. I don't blame my parents; after all, we were poor. If selling me could improve our family's financial situation, I would have been willing. But I was too naive. I never imagined that being a slave would be so lowly and degrading. After being thoroughly "trained," I was seen as even lower than pigs and dogs, no longer considered human; and my status as a human being was erased the moment I was registered as a slave.
Chapter Two: The slave
auction was a bustling affair, with thousands of political and business elites from all over gathering, all with the same goal: to buy a good slave to take home.
Slaves were sold packaged in transparent plastic bags; once opened, the purchase was considered complete. Therefore, selection was purely visual. The slaves trained at the slave center underwent rigorous training and selection. Before leaving the factory, the center conducted thorough examinations to ensure the slaves were healthy, offering customers a seven-day trial period for returns or exchanges. As a result, the center maintained an excellent reputation, with a satisfaction rate of 97%. Only a very few extremely picky customers would return or exchange a slave.
My ample breasts quickly attracted the attention of buyers, and nine people immediately bid. In the end, the highest bidder won, and I was purchased by a refined-looking gentleman wearing glasses. The salesperson quickly packed me into a cardboard box and placed me in the buyer's suitcase. My life as a slave had begun.
The new master was a high-ranking bank executive from a well-off family, who already kept several female slaves. It wasn't that the master was lustful, but rather that it was the social trend—the more slaves one kept, the more respected one was; hence, the master bought one after another.
The master unpacked me, took out a tape measure to measure my length and measurements, and then shouted, "Rong'er, bring me a size M uniform!" A soft, smooth voice replied, "Yes," and a naked female slave ran over with a garment.
Only when she got closer did I have a chance to take a good look at her. Her jet-black, glossy hair wavy across her shoulders and neck; her thick eyebrows were fine and not coarse; her watery eyes darted around; her full lips were slightly pouting, and her cheeks had a natural rosy hue. Looking down, her soft, white breasts stood firmly erect, the clasps on her nipples gleaming in the light.
"Rong'er, didn't I tell you to wear clothes?" The master shook his head helplessly.
"Rong'er didn't dare forget Master's orders, but Rong'er was just cleaning the kennel and was afraid of soiling the uniform Master bestowed upon me, so I took it off." Only then did I notice that Rong'er's genitals were red and swollen, and a few drops of white fluid were dripping out. Rong'er replied in a trembling voice, looking afraid of being punished.
"This is the new slave we bought today, you can call her Fu'er. Fu'er, if you have any questions, just ask her. I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Who will serve you tonight?" The master left Rong'er and me aside and went straight to the room.
"Reporting to Master, Xiang'er will serve you tonight." Rong'er answered respectfully. "Hmm, then you're done, go down." The master walked into the bedroom without looking back.
I quickly put on the uniform. Actually, this uniform was just a small apron, barely covering the lower body, while the two breasts of the upper body were completely exposed. Rong'er quickly explained the situation to me.
"Our usual work at home is very simple: cleaning and pleasing our master," Rong'er said with a smile.
"There were originally six slaves here, but with you, there are seven. Let me introduce you to them." Rong'er gently tugged at my nipple ring, gesturing for me to follow her.
I followed her to a small brick house. Although it was called a small house, compared to the training rooms in the slave center, it was quite large and spacious.
"This is where we rest," Rong'er said, her body trembling slightly. She pulled a key from her honeypot and skillfully turned the doorknob. Three people sat on the floor inside, their empty eyes showing no reaction to my arrival.
"Sisters, this is the master's new female slave, named Fu'er. You must get along well with her," Rong'er said with a sweet smile.
"Let me introduce you. Starting from the left, the one with short hair is called Ping'er, the one in the middle with glasses is called Shuang'er, and the one on the right is Hui'er. There's also Xiang'er, who's about your age, but she's serving you tonight, so she's not here."
I immediately lay down on my back facing the ceiling, spreading my legs into an M shape, completely exposing my pink genitals. This action among slaves signifies complete obedience.
Although slaves are the lowest class in society, there are still ranks among them. I don't know the hierarchy among male slaves, but among female slaves, there are usually one or two who are particularly favored by their masters; and these female slaves have considerable power among the slaves, sometimes even able to command lower-ranking slaves, or directly become assistants in the master's training of slaves. As a newcomer, I am naturally the lowest-ranking slave.
"The newcomer is quite well-mannered, let's get along well." Ping'er crawled over on all fours, gently biting the clasp on my clitoris. This action indicates approval, meaning she has acknowledged me as her new companion. Shuang'er and Hui'er crawled over and gently bit me.
"Then you two explain the details of the work to her, I'm going to get busy." Rong'er quickly turned and walked away.
"Excuse me, sisters, what am I supposed to do here?" With unease about the new environment, I felt my delicate voice trembling slightly.
"Then let me explain the rules to you." Shuang'er pushed up her glasses, a gesture that reminded me of the teacher in my village when I was a child.
"First of all, the master's orders are absolute. No matter what you are doing, you must serve the master immediately when summoned." I nodded. This was perfectly natural, practically the most basic requirement for slaves. Slaves who couldn't do this probably wouldn't pass the center's test and be sold.
"The daily work is cleaning the environment, and other tasks are done in shifts, like cleaning the dog kennels and serving the master." Shuang'er took out a notebook from the cabinet behind her, marked some symbols, and handed it to me.
"This is your work schedule. Take it and keep it safe." I respectfully accepted the book, but I didn't know where to put it.
"Oh right, you can use that cabinet." Ping'er pointed to a dilapidated iron cabinet by the wall, which looked like it had been left behind by the previous slave.
Slaves are subjected to large amounts of drugs during training to control their physique, thus maintaining their beauty for a long time. However, if they displease their master, their fate is often either to be sent to a farm for pig farming after being reformed, or to a ranch to produce milk. The worst fate is to be sent to a slaughterhouse to be made into canned human flesh. The previous owner of this cabinet must have committed some wrongdoing...
"Excuse me, ladies, is there another lady here?" I counted on my fingers again and again: Rong'er, Ping'er, Shuang'er, Hui'er, Xiang'er, plus myself, there are only six, one is missing.
"Oh, the last one is the toilet, no need to greet her." Ping'er said with a disgusted expression.
"She was the previous user of that cabinet. She deliberately didn't take the medicine to get pregnant with the master's child. When the master found out that her belly was big, the master was very angry. The day the child was born, the master cooked and ate the child. She was also stripped of her name and demoted to part of the toilet." Hui'er, who had been silent all along, also spoke up.
Generally, slaves' diets included contraceptives and medications to prevent sexually transmitted diseases; unless the slave became pregnant by the master's will, she was not allowed to bear his child. For slaves, giving birth to their master's child represented a rise in status; slaves with their master's children were the most favored and even had the chance to escape slavery and become ordinary people.
"Come on, I'll show you the toilet." Ping'er took my hand and led me to a secluded corner in the courtyard.
"Look, it's right here." Ping'er pinched her nose and pointed to the hole in the ground. I looked in the direction she pointed and felt nauseous. The woman's eyes had been gouged out, her limbs cleanly severed at the root, and her body was covered in excrement; she looked utterly gruesome.
"I'll demonstrate how to use this toilet." Ping'er straddled the woman's face, giving a soft "hmm" sound, and a string of hard objects mixed with the stench emanated from her. The woman happily ate the excrement, moaning with lingering pleasure.
"You slut, hurry up and lick it clean." The woman obediently licked Ping'er's anus, which was covered in feces, and quickly cleaned it thoroughly.
"See? It's very simple to use. This slut is meant to be used like this." Ping'er said disdainfully.
"I'll take you to the kennel. Rong'er is cleaning the kennel today." Ping'er grabbed my hand and ran towards the kennel. From afar, I could hear Rong'er's soft moans.
As I got closer, I saw a large black wolfhound riding on Rong'er's buttocks, its penis mercilessly thrusting in and out of her tender vagina. Rong'er's pink genitals were red and swollen from the dog's penetration. Looking at Rong'er's slutty appearance being fucked by the dog, my own lower body involuntarily became wet.
"Excuse me, sister, is this also part of the job?"
"Yes, this dog is the master's beloved pet, his name is Johnny. When it's time to clean the kennel, in addition to the basic cleaning, I also have to take Johnny for a walk, and when Johnny wants to do it, I have to remember to lift his buttocks so that Johnny can release."
So that's the reason for the white, cloudy fluid that Rong'er had leaked from her lower body earlier!
Ping'er carefully explained the details of the job to me, and then led me to the kitchen.
"Generally speaking, we slaves can't eat before the master finishes eating, and we must serve the master our meals." Ping'er wiped the counter with a rag while pointing to a cardboard box in the corner and said to me casually.
"Those are the things we eat." I looked in the direction she was pointing, and the cardboard box was full of canned feed.

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