Sex Slave Academy

After the legalization of sex slavery, sex slave academies were born.

I am a freshman at a sex slave academy.

Five days ago, after the sex slave experience session, and through various training and testing experiences, I became even more determined to attend the sex slave academy, because all the games in the process gave me great excitement. So the school made me put on a locked underwire bra and chastity belt on the spot, saying it was to strengthen the sex slave's desire for sex. I could not take them off until the official classes started five days later. I spent five days at home in a daze, unable to masturbate, which was really painful. On

the first day of class,

I gave up all control over my body and let my master control my orgasms and pleasure.

Finally, the first day of school arrived, and I couldn't wait to go to the academy to register. The security guard at the gate called a "teaching assistant" through the walkie-talkie to guide me. The teaching assistant glanced at me, confirmed my enrollment notice, and without a word, carried me to the school's changing room. In one of the lockers, I saw my equipment: a specially made collar. My body began to heat up, because I was certain this was the life I wanted—a life solely focused on orgasms and pleasure, immersed in ecstasy. Then, the teaching assistant attached a thin chain to the collar and put it around my neck. The collar had soft down inside to prevent chafing; from now on, this collar would be forever around my neck, becoming a part of me. Then, the teaching assistant took out a large pair of scissors and began to tear my clothes. I held my breath, afraid to move, lest the blades cut me. I could only watch helplessly as my last garment—a baby lace dress—was torn. Cruelly cut into rags, I was left with only an iron bra and chastity belt binding me. From now on, I would never wear another piece of clothing, forever naked, learning to be a sex slave with my body.

The teaching assistants were all muscular men, wearing masks that only revealed their eyes, and wearing sleeveless vests and tight underwear that showed off their beautiful muscle lines. The teaching assistant looked at my naked body, his eyes not overly erotic, but filled with absolute authority. I dared not meet his gaze again, but seeing the large bulge below his crotch, my mind began to wander. Even through the chastity belt, I was certain my vagina was overflowing with desire, and I wanted to lie down immediately and let him fuck me until I passed out.

The teaching assistant ignored my lustful thoughts and quickly added a lock to the collar, then broke the key in front of me, meaning I would never be able to remove the collar. The teaching assistant chained the collar to a hook on the wall, mischievously hanging it a bit too high, making it difficult for me to breathe. I could only manage to breathe by standing on tiptoe and tilting my head back. At the same time, the assistant used a key to unfasten my underwire bra and chastity belt, instantly exposing my nipples and vulva to the long-awaited air. The touch of the air sent shivers down my spine, and my hands desperately wanted to explore my body, caressing my sensitive nipples and vulva. But to stop me, the assistant slapped me hard across the chest, leaving a large handprint. The pain brought tears to my eyes, and then he flicked my clitoris hard with his finger! Because of the five days of forced abstinence, my whole body had become extremely sensitive. This flick was both painful and tingling, almost bringing me to orgasm on the spot. "Ah...ah...ah..." My moans filled the entire changing room.

The teaching assistant supported my weak legs, pinned me against the wall, and roughly wrapped the hemp rope around my body, tightly constricting my breasts. My nipples were also engorged and erect. At the same time, the teaching assistant firmly fixed my hands behind my back, adding several knots to secure my joints. The remaining rope was also neatly arranged in a diamond shape around my body, and a vicious tortoise shell binding was completed. I looked at the full-length mirror on the wall and saw a pitiful female slave tightly bound by ropes, helplessly twisting her body, longing for the softest and most tender spot on her body to be comforted by a penis...

"Ugh..." Although I often played with ropes at home before, this time being bound by a strong man felt particularly good. I tried to struggle, but my elbows, arms, and wrists were completely immobile. I was like a piece of cooked meat, drooling, dripping with the incessant lustful fluid between my legs... Enduring the intense stimulation, I kept letting out soft moans. I so desperately wanted the teaching assistant to knead my breasts vigorously, squeeze my nipples, hoist my legs onto his shoulders, and wildly thrust his penis into my already soaking wet vagina. Through my eyes and moans, I kept hinting to the teaching assistant.

However, the teaching assistant ignored me and only pulled over a cart. I obediently knelt on the cart, and the teaching assistant tied my chain to the cart's handle, then pressed my body down. My legs were forced apart, and my buttocks could only rest on the soles of my feet. Then, he handcuffed my knees to the cart's uprights with something, making me completely unable to move. Then the teaching assistant took out a urethral plug and anal plug, skillfully inserting them into my urethra and anus. Although it was my first time having my urethra and anus plugged, the teaching assistant inserted them effortlessly. He even said lewdly, "So lewd." As a sex slave, being called lewd should be a compliment, right? I endured the swelling and discomfort in my urethra and anus, staring intently at the teaching assistant's lower body, twisting my body seductively, hoping that the teaching assistant's rough hands would gently caress my skin, allowing me to release my pent-up sexual desire. Finally, the teaching assistant heeded my hints, pulled down his tight panties, and stuffed his large penis into my mouth. I sucked on it like a precious treasure, making lewd smacking sounds. As the teaching assistant's penis slowly grew thicker and harder, I tried to stick my buttocks out, hoping that he would come behind me and fuck me hard. But his hands only briefly moved over my breasts and buttocks, deliberately avoiding stimulating my engorged nipples and vagina. He only slightly moved the anal plug in my anus. My desire was aroused even more, but I dared not stop, and could only continue to make soft nasal and panting sounds, hoping to arouse more of the teaching assistant's sexual desire and thus gain more favor. However, with a muffled roar, the teaching assistant's semen shot into my mouth. I swallowed it all, licking it clean with my tongue. The teaching assistant patted my head with satisfaction, gently kneaded my breasts, and then pulled me to the classroom. This was far from enough to satisfy my burning desire. My vagina was still unbearably itchy, and my nipples were engorged and taut due to my heightened lust. I was now preparing for the sex slave course.

The second lesson: oral sex.

The sex slave's mouth is the master's cleaning tool and outlet for his lust. Whether it's urine or semen, the sex slave must accept it all without fail, not wasting the master's essence.

The teaching assistant quickly pushed me into the classroom. I looked around; there were only six students in the room, including myself. I had gotten up early to leave, yet I was still the last to arrive, accompanied by six teaching assistants. Every student was dressed in the same collar and rope attire. Although the air conditioning was on, everyone was sweating profusely, their cheeks flushed, futilely writhing on the cart, trying to release their pent-up sexual desire.

At that moment, a completely naked woman, led by a teaching assistant, slowly walked into the classroom. Her large breasts and alluring figure immediately attracted the attention of all the sex slaves; the clearly visible breast pumps on her nipples, the dildo thrusting violently into her lower body; the ropes binding her body and the gleaming high heels; every breath and tremor rising and falling with the vibration of the dildo, filled my unsatisfied heart with longing. This was the sex slave I had always dreamed of—so beautiful! I longed to completely unleash my desires and experience a pleasurable climax. Not only did I look on with envy, but seeing the intensely vibrating dildo, the other sex slaves were practically drooling, their vaginas uncontrollably itching, and their bodies writhing even more violently.

The woman was dressed identically to us, her hands bound behind her back, her body tightly bound in tortoise shell-like garments—almost kneeling on a cart. Led by an assistant instructor who pulled on her collar and chain, she walked past each of us in high heels, her eyes meeting ours. It was then that I noticed a "Sex Slave Instructor" armband on her left arm. She looked at us, and finally gave a meaningful smile. After the instructor was led back to her seat at the front of the class, the assistant instructors placed a highly realistic dildo in front of both the instructor and each student. As the bell rang, the instructor immediately began sucking on the dildo vigorously, even using her mouth and tongue, making lewd noises with abandon. The sex slaves immediately followed the instructor's actions, and the entire classroom was instantly filled with the sounds of lewd sex.

The dildo was incredibly realistic; even the hair on the scrotum and the veins on the penis were clearly visible. As the sucking intensified, the dildo gradually hardened. The teaching assistant kept a close eye on my movements, occasionally squeezing my nipples, rewarding my oral sex with a little pleasure. I blew on the dildo more and more diligently, and the teaching assistant's caresses increased in frequency. The dildo gradually swelled in my mouth, pressing deep into my throat. I shook my head with all my might, and even though I felt dizzy, the pleasure in my nipples gave me strength. I became even more convinced that I was a slave seeking pleasure, craving my master's comfort. After what seemed like an eternity, the dildo actually ejaculated.

A stream of clear liquid shot into my mouth, which I swallowed without thinking. Later, I learned that this dildo contained a sensor. As long as it was continuously stimulated, it would release a liquid composed of nutrients, aphrodisiacs, and other chemicals when it reached the point of ejaculation. This would allow the sex slaves to replenish their energy while simultaneously craving more pleasure through subsequent intercourse, thus cultivating a "desire for oral sex." This would be beneficial for their future life in the sex slave academy, where oral sex and pleasure would be integrated into the sex slaves' muscle memory.

The moment the dildo ejaculated, the teaching assistant immediately pulled down his shorts and stuffed his penis into my mouth. My aching jaw and tongue hadn't even had a chance to rest before I had to keep working. This time, the teaching assistant increased the frequency of his caresses, not only rubbing my nipples but also gently stroking my overflowing genitals. Combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac, I was overwhelmed by pleasure and involuntarily intensified my oral movements. Even though I was seeing stars and my eyes were glazed over, I still tried my best to "work" and "learn" for the sake of pleasure.

But my teaching assistant had just ejaculated and his erect penis refused to release. Seeing that the other teaching assistants had already ejaculated, and hearing the students' moans of pleasure as they enjoyed their orgasms, I was still fighting with a burning desire in my heart. I had no choice but to change my strategy and use my tongue to attack the teaching assistant's scrotum and anus. As I licked vigorously, the teaching assistant's body trembled slightly, and his penis became harder than ever before. He pressed my head down with both hands, stuffing his huge penis into my mouth, and his strong lower body swayed violently, thrusting into my mouth. Just when I was almost out of breath, the teaching assistant finally ejaculated again. But just as I swallowed a mouthful of semen, he shoved the repositioned dildo into my mouth again. I tried to struggle and resist, but my whole body was still tightly bound, and I couldn't move at all. If I twisted my body, the tight ropes would stimulate every inch of my skin again, but my mouth was already sore and painful that I couldn't help but stop. At this moment, I stared blankly at the instructor in front of the platform. I saw that two instructors were stimulating her sensitive areas such as behind her ears and collarbone with their tongues, while their mouths never stopped moving, constantly manipulating the real and fake dildos that followed. The vibrator inserted into her vagina was constantly leaking vaginal fluid, and I could hear the instructor's faint moans before and after orgasm from time to time. Seeing the instructor's dedication, I was unconsciously encouraged, so I snapped out of my daze and continued to vigorously blow on the dildo. At this moment, the teaching assistant went all out and directly inserted two fingers into my vagina. His rough and thick hands were covered in my vaginal fluid, while his other hand squeezed my breasts and rubbed my nipples. Several sensitive areas of my body were attacked simultaneously, and I thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure brought by the sensation. Finally, under the teaching assistant's superb skills, I experienced an unprecedented orgasm. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out instantly, soaking the cart and my legs. The afterglow of my orgasm lasted for several minutes, and my mind went blank.

The third lesson: Gang Rape.

Whether it's the breasts, the vagina, or even the anus, as long as it can continuously bring pleasure to the master, the sex slave is willing to do it. The sex slave is the master's sex toy.

After being dazed by the orgasm, I gradually regained my consciousness. At this time, the teaching assistants began to move the sex slaves to the next room. This room was like a dance studio. The space was quite large, with seven beds in the middle. The walls and even the ceiling were full of mirrors. I clearly watched the teaching assistants gag the sex slaves one by one and tie them to the beds with their limbs spread wide. I tried to move my hands and feet, but the ropes pulled my hands and feet tightly in four directions, leaving no room for struggle. Everyone's attire was clearly visible in the mirror. Seeing the strange things inside my genitals, I remembered the anal plug and urethral plug in my body. I gradually felt a slight urge to urinate and defecate, but I tried to push my intestines and squeeze out the annoying anal plug, but I tried several times in vain. Two more teaching assistants appeared beside my bed. I glanced at their muscular bodies and bulging crotches, and instantly forgot my urge to defecate. My labia and vaginal walls began to swell and itch again, and saliva and vaginal fluid kept flowing out...

As the class bell rang, the teaching assistants began to take action. One of them pinched my breasts tightly and used clothespins to hold my nipples in place, squeezing out a deep cleavage. I screamed in pain, and the other sex slaves also wailed and whimpered in unison, seemingly feeling the same level of affection. Despite the pain, a shameful pleasure welled up inside me. Another teaching assistant suddenly pulled out my anal plug and quickly inserted a string of beads into my anus. Before my sphincter could react, my rectum was invaded again. The last teaching assistant was more direct, viciously pounding my cunt with his penis.

Faced with this triple assault, my sanity had long since snapped. Because of the gag, I could only make muffled sounds, and the whole room was filled with helpless whimpers. The teaching assistant who had just been playing with my nipples inserted his penis into my cleavage and thrust it in and out. I carefully savored the heat and hardness of his penis on the inside of my breasts. What was uncomfortable was the anal bead; the wicked teaching assistant kept pushing the bead deeper into my rectum. Even though I tried to resist, I couldn't stop the bead's invasion, so I could only focus my attention on the pleasure in my vagina. The teaching assistant was vigorously thrusting into my vagina... As if understanding my needs, he bent down and licked my collarbone and neck area with his tongue. The itchy and tingling sensation made me unable to help but let out a soft but indistinct moan. The teaching assistant seemed to like my physical response. His penis slowly grew thicker and harder, penetrating deeper and fuller. Each thrust strongly rubbed against the vaginal walls, making me wet with juices. I moaned louder and louder with pleasure.

The classroom was filled with the panting of the teaching assistants, the sobs of the sex slaves, and the deafening moans of the instructors. The dildo on the instructors had long been removed, and their tight, pink vaginas were being serviced in turn by the teaching assistants' erect penises. I didn't know why the instructors didn't need to wear gags, but every time I heard their high-pitched moans, thought about the pleasure she felt from being raped by multiple teaching assistants, and the orgasms she was experiencing, and imagined my future self—a wanton woman immersed in pleasure—my whole body began to heat up and itch, anticipating an orgasm.

At this moment, the pleasure in my vagina and nipples gradually surpassed the discomfort in my anus, and I felt myself getting infinitely closer to the next orgasm. Suddenly, I felt that I would be able to experience a vaginal orgasm after one or two more thrusts, but the instructor pulled his penis out of my body at that moment! The pleasure I had painstakingly accumulated was cut off in an instant. I twisted my body and struggled violently, longing for the instructor to put his sacred penis back into my body that desperately needed comfort. At this moment, the instructor who was breast-fucking me seemed to hear my inner screams and boldly shoved his penis, which had been nourished by my cleavage, into my wet and slippery vagina; the instructor who had been playing with my anus also took out his smelly penis and put it into my cleavage that had been rubbed red; finally, the instructor who had just been vigorously fucking me, with an erect penis, was manipulating the beads with his fingers, thrusting them in and out of my rectum.

The three men took turns in perfect unison, and my vagina was once again filled and relentlessly pounded. But the pleasure I had painstakingly built up suddenly vanished, and I had to start accumulating enjoyment all over again. The discomfort from my rectum far outweighed all other sensations; it felt like all my internal organs were tangled together. Yet, a strange sensation traveled from my anus to my brain, seemingly less unbearable than at the beginning. However, the overwhelming urge to urinate again eroded my will. I could no longer experience orgasm, and could only struggle helplessly, letting out whimpering cries. The teaching assistant, of course, ignored the lowly cries of a sex slave, continuing his piston-like movements. As I felt the teaching assistant's thrusting, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably…

After an unknown amount of time, the pleasure gradually built up again, but just as I was about to climax, the penis left my vagina once more. I arched my back and arched my body, wildly waving my empty and unsatisfied vagina towards the air, seeking the satisfaction I had longed for all my life. But the teaching assistant's penis quickly retreated into his crotch, and the pleasure of my orgasm gradually dissipated again. I saw the three teaching assistants take turns in a series of tacit exchanges. The third teaching assistant pulled out his big penis, but this time he ignored my vagina, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid, and with a sinister laugh, slowly pulled out the beads from my anus and actually thrust his penis into my asshole! "Ughh ... The tight pressure of the penis filled my eyes with tears. I managed to peek at the instructor through the mirror on the ceiling. I saw that both of his holes were filled with penises, and two teaching assistants were rhythmically thrusting in and out. The instructor's face was flushed, his tongue was sticking out of his mouth, and he was grinning madly. His moans were deafening. He looked like he was really enjoying himself. I imagined that I might become just as beautiful in the future, using my body to pursue endless orgasms. So I changed my mind and started twisting my waist to cooperate with the teaching assistants as they raped my anus.
The other two teaching assistants, seeing that I was starting to cooperate, felt the time was right. They removed the clips from my nipples and began to use their tongues and fingers to invade other sensitive areas of my body besides my vagina. At that moment, although my vagina was empty, the other areas filled my needs. My breasts were being kneaded hard; my collarbone was being licked with the teaching assistant's superb tongue skills; one of my ears was being gently blew on; and the other ear was being lightly teased with fingers inserted into it. This greatly increased my pleasure, and even my anus gradually felt comfortable. At this moment, the teaching assistant suddenly removed my gag, and I let out a few extremely lewd moans. I felt the teaching assistant's penis slowly becoming thicker and larger inside my rectum, thrusting hard all the way in. Through the friction of the anal canal wall, it had reached my G-spot. The discomfort in my intestines had been completely eliminated, replaced by the pleasure of an impending orgasm.
At that moment, the other two teaching assistants simultaneously pulled out their "sacred instruments" from their pants, still as large and hard as when they were about to ejaculate. It turned out they had been maintaining their erections through masturbation while they were playing with me. Then one of them put it in my mouth, and the other filled my empty vagina. With all three working simultaneously, after only a few thrusts, my body instantly experienced a triple orgasm. Besides the vaginal and anal orgasms, I suddenly realized that the orgasm I experienced in the previous oral sex class was a hint to my body—between oral sex and orgasm... Bound by an indelible connection, with both my orifices being gripped by thick, hard penises, the climax overwhelmed my consciousness. My mind went blank, my body writhed involuntarily, and all three orifices contracted and convulsed. The three teaching assistants also erupted inside me one after another, releasing their abundant semen. I... the little slave gladly accepted the teaching assistants' exquisite nectar with my body. Before I could even savor the afterglow, a piece of medicated cloth was placed over my mouth and nose. In the instant after the climax, I completely lost consciousness.

The fourth lesson, the lesson of humiliation:

Sex slaves are not worthy of self-respect. From the first day of becoming a sex slave, the sex slave will abandon all dignity as a human being. Please, master, trample on the sex slave with force. The pain on the sex slave's body will also be transformed into lustful nourishment. Enjoy the pleasure of being tortured

. I woke up in a dimly lit room and felt a force pulling me up from the back of my neck. I instinctively tried to reach out to support myself, but found that my hands were tightly tied behind my back again. However, an iron chain was tied to the back of my collar and fixed to the ceiling, barely maintaining my balance. As the chain continued to move upwards, I slowly felt it tighten around my neck, until finally I could barely touch the ground with my toes before it stopped. I tried to tilt my head back to clear my airways, and I smelled the delightful scent of semen. It turned out that the teaching assistants' semen was still on my body. I inhaled it like a precious treasure, remembering that the ecstatic orgasm I had just experienced wasn't a dream but an unbearably tantalizing reality, and a blissful smile appeared on my face.
I saw the other five sex slave classmates arrive at the "classroom" one after another. They were all unconscious when they came in. The teaching assistants untied and retied the sex slaves one by one, hanging them on the chains. The extremely seductive instructor maintained her insatiable expression. She stared at the teaching assistant with wide eyes. She let out soft moans with every movement of the teaching assistant, making men's lower limbs throb with lewd groans. I glanced at the teaching assistants serving the instructor. Their huge penises were quite erect in their underwear, as if they were about to burst out and fuck us, these slutty little bitches, to death. So I followed suit and began to make soft, lewd moans. I understood that as sex slaves, what we sought was to please our masters with our bodies in exchange for endless orgasms. Since we relinquished our freedom as human beings, our orgasms could only be obtained by begging men. I had realized this even before the oral sex class: sex slaves had to use their bodies to beg the instructors for the opportunity to orgasm; only by being proactive could they reap the rewards.
Perhaps my moans weren't powerful enough, because the instructors ignored me completely, and there was no movement from my crotch. I felt ashamed. As a tightly bound, naked sex slave, I couldn't even arouse a man's interest with my moans. This was my fault as a sex slave, and I longed to be punished. However, my wish was instantly granted.
The teaching assistants began splashing cold water on each sex slave. Our hands were tied behind our backs, leaving us nowhere to hide. We were all drenched in a panic, too terrified to utter a sound. But then came the main event: the teaching assistants blindfolded me with a black cloth, and then the sound of whips cracking filled the air. I thought of women being whipped in sadomasochistic films, their hands tightly bound with ropes, seeking climax amidst the whipping and candlelight. This was exactly what I was doing! It was both exciting and terrifying! At that moment, the teaching assistant lashed out with the whip, the sound of which wasn't heard hitting me. Instead, the instructor let out a long, lewd "Ah~," followed by a series of low, lewd barks, as if unsatisfied and wanting to continue seducing the teaching assistant. Then came the continuous cracking of the whip, one lash after another, each strike landing squarely on the instructor's body. But the instructor seemed to be enjoying it more and more. I let out a loud, lewd moan, and finally the sound of the whip stopped for a moment. I felt the instructor approaching us, and my legs involuntarily crossed and clamped together. Suddenly, I remembered a passage I had learned at the sex slave experience session: "Sex slaves have no autonomy over their bodies, so they cannot cover their private parts and are always welcome to use their bodies by their masters." But for now, I was still instinctively afraid, which was an obstacle I urgently needed to overcome in the future. Then, the instructor's thick hands forcefully spread my legs apart, and then a thick whip lashed my left buttock. "Ah..." My scream was not as lewd as the instructor's; it was a reaction of real pain and fear, without any provocative element. Then another whip lashed my right buttock. I tried to make a lewd moan, but it was completely incomparable to the instructor's seductive voice. Then came the resounding crack of whips, the screams of "Ah," "Oh," and "Eh," and even the sobs of some... Perhaps they truly couldn't overcome their inner turmoil.
When the whipping suddenly stopped, two teaching assistants rushed to my side. One kneaded my breasts and squeezed my nipples, while the other probed my vagina with his fingers. My classmates and I cried out in unison, writhing excitedly, releasing our pent-up sexual desire and enjoying the blissful pleasure. I then realized that our cries were all wrong. True moans should be accompanied by pleasure. We hadn't felt any excitement or pleasure from the whipping; only panic and fear. Of course, the sounds were unpleasant. Moreover, the teaching assistants' touch was a little tricky. I felt some kind of ointment being applied to my breasts and vagina, and all my erogenous zones, including my collarbone, behind my ears, navel, clitoris, anus, etc., were explored by the teaching assistants' thick hands. Even my buttocks were covered with a thick layer of it. Soon after being touched, the areas started to get hot and itchy, and my vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably. Every cell in my body craved to be touched and ravaged. I tilted my head back and breathed heavily. Now, not to mention a penis, just blowing air into my vagina would probably bring me to orgasm!
My hands desperately wanted to break free of their restraints so I could caress my itchy little hole, but I was still chained by the back of my neck. I could only try to spread my legs as wide as possible, yearning for the teaching assistant's large penis to approach my itchy vulva. But the teaching assistant just lashed my buttocks again, and this time it was completely different from before, because this time I clearly felt pleasure. The pain of the whipping quickly turned into pleasure, and I let out a joyful moan. Perhaps this time the moan pleased the teaching assistant, because he really... His penis was inserted into my itchy, dizzy vagina, and I cried out even more joyfully. But the teaching assistant didn't move after inserting it. Just as I was about to twist my waist, the teaching assistant pulled his penis out again, and then lashed my thigh hard with a whip, along with a burning sensation that stimulated my breasts. I knew it was the feel of dripping wax (I used to love playing with dripping wax). I became even more excited. It was as if my sadomasochistic switch had been completely turned on. Every dripping wax and every lash of the whip, just like every thrust, made me even more pleasured.
I was blindfolded, bound, and suspended by my neck, being subjected to a series of abuses by three teaching assistants using whips, candles, and penises. Later, the assistants stopped abusing me, and I readily accepted the whips and candles, moaning with pleasure. I was drenched in sweat, yet I enjoyed it immensely. After what seemed like an eternity, when my entire body was covered in wax, a teaching assistant struck my genitals with a powerful whip. It was this intense pain that brought me to orgasm. This was the first time I had ever experienced orgasm through sexual abuse. I felt a surge of shame, yet also immense satisfaction. It proved I was getting closer and closer to becoming a sex slave. After I climaxed, the teaching assistant picked me up from behind and thrust his penis hard into my vagina from behind. As my weight took his penis in, my whole body arched, and I felt like I was about to come... Then the teaching assistant used his muscular arms to lift me up and rock me up and down. I climaxed after a few thrusts, and then I climaxed again after a few more thrusts. I climaxed repeatedly and squirted several times, making my vision blurry and my mouth unable to close.

After class (Part 1) Entering the factory to maintain

the body cleanliness of the sex slave is only to make the sex slave have a cleaner and more lewd body in order to satisfy all the master's sexual needs.

The teaching assistant fucked me for a while before finally ejaculating inside my body. The iron chain on the back of my neck was finally loosened, and my breathing became a little smoother. But I was still blindfolded and tied to the cart again. At this moment, my body was covered with whip marks, semen, and wax. The pain and stench made people excited. I don't know how much time passed before I was taken off the trolley. The teaching assistant began to deal with the ropes behind me. I felt the ropes being untied only to be tied in different ways, twisting and turning for a long time. During this time, the pain in my body slowly subsided. Smelling the muscular scent emanating from the teaching assistant beside me, my vagina began to feel wet and itchy again. I kept emitting lewd moans, yearning for being violated. Finally… This provoked another teaching assistant to lose his temper. He took off his pants and put his penis in front of my mouth. As soon as my lips touched his penis, I began to try my best to show my value as a sex slave. First, I kissed the glans, and then I gently circled it with my tongue, licking every inch of the penis and the protruding veins. Although my body was still tightly bound, I could not lack the servility to serve my master. Then I sucked his penis completely into my mouth, my tongue working hard as well. I felt the teaching assistant's body tremble slightly, his penis noticeably swelled and became thicker and harder, with veins bulging. I knew he was about to ejaculate. I had already learned to suck his penis with a soft, aphrodisiac nasal sound. The teaching assistant was clearly aroused. He pressed my head down with one hand and pinched my nose with the other, and his penis began to thrust violently, each stroke reaching deep into my throat. My face turned red from lack of oxygen, and my whole body twisted involuntarily, but it was all in vain, because I was still a tightly bound sex slave with no ability to resist. Just before I was about to suffocate, the teaching assistant ejaculated all his semen into my mouth and then released his hands from my head. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and almost vomited out the semen. But my body reacted instinctively by closing my lips and swallowing all the semen. Using what I had learned in previous lessons, I had a natural response to orgasm. So, while convulsing with orgasm, I continued to clean the remaining semen from his penis with my tongue, and, still not satisfied, I continued to lick the teaching assistant's testicles. I felt that the teaching assistant's penis, which had just ejaculated, did not seem to have gone down immediately. I wanted to continue licking, but I was suddenly pulled away from the ground by a force, and his penis, which was slowly starting to harden again, came out of my mouth. I was already a little dizzy, so I became even more dizzy and almost vomited.

My blindfold was finally removed, and after my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized I was the only sex slave left. I couldn't see any of my classmates or instructors. I was suspended in mid-air, tied to a wooden plank, which lifted me about a meter off the ground. My hair was also braided and tied to the ropes on the plank. The ropes binding me had been removed, and my hands and feet... I was bound to a wooden bar behind me with ropes, a small chain binding the ropes around my hands and feet, forcing my limbs backward and preventing me from stretching them out. My entire body was arched towards the ground, like an upside-down roasted suckling pig. The other ropes around my body were removed, exposing my nipples and genitals. I had long since given up the ability to struggle and quietly allowed the teaching assistant to do as he pleased on the wooden bar.

The teaching assistant pressed a switch, and the wooden bar began to move forward, pulling me along. It turned out that there was a large pool of water in front of me. Then a pill was shoved into my mouth, and the teaching assistant pulled down his pants. I instantly understood. I hid the pill between my lower lip and teeth. As a sex slave, even though I was bound in mid-air, I had to do my duty and diligently sucked on the teaching assistant's penis. My tongue skills improved, and this time the teaching assistant ejaculated quickly. Afterward, I used his semen to swallow the pill in my mouth. Later, I learned that the drug was the opposite of an aphrodisiac; it was a drug similar to an anesthetic, designed to delay my orgasm so that my body could be cleansed.

As the wooden planks were slowly lowered, I held my breath, my entire body submerged in the pool. After soaking for about ten seconds, I was slowly lifted up. The teaching assistants picked up bath brushes, shower gel, and shampoo and began to bathe me, vigorously scrubbing away the wax and semen from my body, especially my ravaged vagina. One of the teaching assistants even used a special cleaning tool (a modified dildo) to penetrate deep into my cervix, thrusting back and forth. But because of the medication I had taken earlier, I didn't feel much of any of this. It felt like the lustful thoughts and itching in my vagina were hidden deep inside my body. These actions were like scratching an itch through a boot; they didn't reach the core of my being, which was a bit frustrating. The teaching assistants scrubbed me very thoroughly, even brushing my urethra, anus, fingernails, and teeth. I felt like an infant, or more like a car. The teaching assistants washed my body without any emotion. At that moment, I understood that in the future, I would be deprived of even the right to clean my own body. I was a commodity, and the ownership of my body belonged to my master. All I had to do was please my master; I was my master's sex machine.

Later, I was immersed in the water several more times, and my body was repeatedly scrubbed until I was covered in the scent of bath soap. However, the whip marks on my body still ached faintly. Then the wooden stick moved forward again, and it was a pool with a strong medicinal smell. The teaching assistant gave me an air canister and told me to bite down on it. Then the wooden stick was slowly lowered, and I was immersed in the medicinal pool. At first, I felt a stinging sensation all over my skin, especially in the wounded areas. It seemed that the medicine had a therapeutic effect. I soaked in the medicinal pool for about twenty minutes. Then the wooden stick was slowly pulled up. After the teaching assistant checked my body, the wooden stick continued to move forward, passing many fans along the way, blowing out a warm breeze to dry my body. Then the wooden strip led me to another room, which looked like a sauna. Inside was a device that resembled a torture device. The teaching assistant removed me from the wooden strip and put me on the device while I was bowing at a 90-degree angle. My hands and head were handcuffed with a large yoke, and my feet were also handcuffed with another yoke.

At that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the instructor enter the room. She was still bound hand and foot, ropes wrapped around her chest, a breast pump inserted into her nipples, and a dildo inserted into her genitals—the same pose that had captivated me when she first appeared. The teaching assistant evenly applied ointment to the penis, then the instructor skillfully licked it off with her tongue, coating her tongue with the ointment. Then she turned her head and carefully… She gently licked my wounds with her tongue, and I felt a unique stimulation. At first, there was a stinging pain, but then the pain gradually subsided, and the wounds healed quickly. I realized then that being licked by a woman's tongue was such an indescribable feeling. Moreover, the instructor's tongue was incredibly skillful; her tongue technique was like teasing me, arousing the desire that had been suppressed by the drugs. While licking the wounds on my genitals, she also licked my clitoris a few times. I, who had been lacking in libido due to the drugs, felt ecstatic at this unprecedented stimulation. My body's sensitivity instantly returned, and I began to feel hot and itchy. Then the teaching assistant applied a stronger healing ointment to his own anus, and the instructor continued to lick the assistant's anus with his tongue. Turning back, he used the ointment to treat my wound. I excitedly began to moan, and the instructor responded to my moans with lewd breathing as he licked. I heard the instructor's muffled groans accompanied by the rhythmic movements of the two dildos and breast pump inside my body. My vagina started to itch and leak fluid again, and I moaned even more lewdly and vigorously. This made the two teaching assistants beside me unbearably thirsty, and they both took out their penises and put them to my mouth. I took one in my mouth and licked it diligently. The other teaching assistant turned around and shoved his penis into the instructor's mouth. Finally, seeing that there was no hole to insert it into, the last teaching assistant even took out his penis and put it on my hands, which were tied behind my back, and made me masturbate him. Masturbating a penis was difficult for me. On the one hand, I had never had a boyfriend and had no experience in masturbating men. I explored the huge penis with my hands, tried to hold it behind my back, and gently swung it up and down, but the teaching assistant's penis seemed to be displeased. He shook off my hands and forcefully shoved his penis directly into my anus. Ah... Ugh... This sudden thrust, combined with the already developed anal nerves, made me feel infinitely comfortable. I actively moved my waist to welcome the huge thing in the assistant instructor's lower body. The instructor also used his superb tongue skills to serve another assistant instructor's penis. The assistant instructor being served by the instructor grabbed her head and violently swayed his waist back and forth. Before long, a sex slave, a sex slave instructor, and three assistant instructors all reached orgasm at the same time...

After class (II) Dormitory life In the limited stolen time, the sex slave needs to maintain the level of sexual desire and seize any tiny opportunity to enjoy orgasm.

I was immersed in the afterglow of the orgasm, my whole body was constantly convulsing and spasming, and I swallowed the mouthful of semen as if it were a treasure. The instructor, having just performed oral sex on the teaching assistant until he ejaculated, also experienced a full-body orgasm. After the teaching assistants finished venting their desires, they thrust their enormous penises into my and the instructor's mouths again. We respectfully sucked on them. The instructor, who had ejaculated into my anus, rubbed inside for a long time, still not satisfied. Then he took out a small showerhead and vigorously washed my anus. The warm jets of water powerfully washed over my intestines, which had just been ravaged. I was stimulated and kept moaning. The teaching assistant washed out all the semen he had left behind and then rinsed my body, including my vagina and even my urethra. My urethra could not bear the stimulation and kept orgasming, gushing out vaginal fluid and urine. Then the teaching assistant checked my entire body to make sure there was no dirt or grime. He then took out a metal object and forcefully shoved it into my urethra. Ugh! It was the first time a foreign object had been invaded my urethra, and I groaned and cried out in pain. The instructor beside me kept licking my nipples to soothe my pain. The teaching assistant pushed the metal object all the way in, checked the urethral opening to make sure it wouldn't fall out, and then, as if to comfort me… He began to gently insert two fingers into my vagina and stroke my swollen clitoris. The instructor, while supporting his tightly bound body, continued to lick my other nipple. My discomfort gradually subsided, and I finally experienced another orgasm. However, because my urethra was blocked, only vaginal fluid gushed out this time, without any urine. The teaching assistant patted my head, indicating that I had done well. Later, the teaching assistant helped me remove the restraints and made me put on the underwire bra and chastity belt again. This time, the underwire bra was slightly different from the last one; it had a small hole at the front to push out my nipples. Then, an iron armband was put on each of my hands. The armbands fit perfectly and were fixed five centimeters below my wrists. Finally, a chain from the armband was threaded through the underwire bra. With the back of the bra clasp hidden, this position, although still restricting my hands from reaching forward, slightly increased my range of motion. My hands weren't as tightly bound behind my back as in the previous classes, making it more comfortable. Then, instead of letting me sit back on the wheelchair, the teaching assistant clipped a nipple chain onto my erect nipples and led me out of the sauna by the nipple chain.

Walking felt quite novel after so long, but my nipples were constantly irritated and erect from the friction of my bra, and the bra chain was pulling them hard. I was also wearing a chastity belt, and my urethra felt like it was filled with something, which was both painful and itchy. I wanted to touch my body, especially my clitoris, which was constantly swollen and engorged and blocked by the chastity belt. But my hands could only move slightly from side to side, and I couldn't relieve my growing lust. On the way, I saw other sex slave classmates, all dressed similarly. We nodded and smiled at each other, knowing that we had all just experienced a series of pleasurable orgasms. Then, the teaching assistant led us into a large room. A sign outside the door read "Sex Slave Dormitory." Inside, in a corner, were several cages, and several instructors were lying in them, their hands handcuffed to the cage bars with an iron chain, their legs bound together with straps, the ends also handcuffed to the cage bars. I thought this was... Let's talk about our sleeping positions as sex slaves. The instructor pulled us to the cages, patted our butts, and let us try lying down. Although there was a thin blanket, we could still feel the coldness of the floor. The cages were of different sizes, but the space inside was not large, just enough for each sex slave and instructor to stretch out their legs. I looked at the ceiling in the cage and a smile appeared on my lips.

Afterwards, the teaching assistants led us and the instructors out of the cage. The leading teaching assistant announced, "Now that you've been fitted with urethral locks, you are now quasi-sex slaves. We'll train you to control your toilet time. The next three hours are free time. Each sex slave will be accompanied by an instructor to learn more about sex slavery." After the announcement, our respective instructors came to us. Before leaving, the teaching assistants taped all of our mouths shut, removed our nipple chains, and then... The door closed...

I heard it lock and looked bewildered. Seeing my furrowed brow and vacant eyes, the instructor nudged me and led me to the side. On a table was a piece of paper that read "Sex Slave Contract." Although I'd already seen it at the experience session, I couldn't help but reread it:
Sex Slave Contract: (Limited to S City, where a sex slave law has been passed)
The lifelong ambition of a sex slave is to become a tool for the master's sexual gratification, and also to pursue personal orgasm during the process.
1. Sex slaves have no bodily autonomy, therefore they cannot cover their private parts and welcome the master to use any part of their body at any time and place.
2. The sex slave's body, mind, and spirit are entirely under the master's control. The sex slave has no right to touch their own body; whether it's washing, masturbation, or even scratching, they need the master's consent.
3. Unless there is a threat to their life or serious harm, the sex slave is essentially the master's property. The master can use any means to restrict the sex slave's body and freedom, and even has the right to trade sex slaves.
4. The sex slave should be scheduled to "wash" at the academy once a week to maintain a high level of physical cleanliness.
5. The sex slave is allowed to undergo full-body outdoor training within the S city area.
6. The sex slave can request to watch bondage and sadomasochistic sex videos to maintain their craving for bondage and orgasm.
7. Sex slaves must defecate once every 8 hours and eat once a day (except in cases of ingesting semen). Special circumstances will be determined by the master's interpretation.
8. Prospective sex slaves must obey all instructions and restraints from the teaching assistants.
9. Future career paths for prospective sex slaves: sex slave, sex slave instructor, AV actress, counselor, stallion, herding.
10. All sex slave contracts are for a maximum of 10 years (approximately 3 years for stallions and herding). Upon contract expiration, an extension contract may be signed according to the mutual consent of the master and slave. After the contract expires, the sex slave's record will be deleted, and the sex slave can return to a normal life.
※Emergency survival button is provided in the sex slave collar. In extreme circumstances, the sex slave can use this to call for help, and the academy will call the police for rescue.※
There were several projectors nearby, all continuously playing adult films about bondage. The female characters in these films all had the word "slave" tattooed on their arms. I realized these weren't just ordinary adult films, but rather real-life accounts of the "senior girls" after they became sex slaves. I saw the senior girls tightly bound to the sofa, their beautiful faces as they moaned and groaned to please their masters. There was also another senior girl whose entire body was stuffed with sex toys. The helpless moans and yearning for their master's return captivated me. Her juices slowly seeped from her chastity belt, soaking her inner thighs... I longed for the day I would become a true sex slave. Finally, there were some e-books nearby, novels and comics, all related to sex slaves. Some of them truly ignited my lust; I wished I could be written into a novel and bring excitement and pleasure to readers!

But as I watched, my whole body grew hotter and itchier. I involuntarily started to twist and struggle, but my hands remained pinned behind my back. It was then I realized the teaching assistants were worried we'd use our tongues to please each other, which was why they'd taped our mouths shut. The instructor, seeing me like this, shook her head helplessly and looked down at her own nipples, seemingly trying to indicate that she also wanted an orgasm. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I turned around… Gently pinching the instructor's nipples with his fingers, the instructor let out a soft, excited breath, attracting the attention of the others. The sex slaves and instructors spontaneously followed suit, forming a circle, using their fingers to rub and squeeze the nipples of the women behind them, using the gentlest, most caring force to soothe their rising lust, while simultaneously enjoying the pleasurable sensation from the fingers of the person in front. Everyone emitted muffled, lewd, and excited moans.

Twelve tightly bound women, six sex slaves, and six instructors, in the same position, all strived together for a pleasurable climax. Three hours passed quickly. Although no climax was reached, the sex slaves' intense sexual desire was somewhat relieved by the stroking of their nipples. At this moment, the instructors entered the room again, demanding that the sex slaves line up and untie their hands. I subconsciously touched my wrists to relieve the discomfort of being bound for so long. A wave of nostalgic smooth touch washed over me, and I almost forgot that these hands were my own. But I was immediately slapped by an instructor. It turned out that I had violated the right of a sex slave not to touch their own body. I quickly recovered from the pain. After all, this was the punishment I deserved for doing something wrong as a sex slave. So I held back my tears and bowed to thank the instructor for correcting me. Then the instructors, led by their collars by the teaching assistants, came to us. One by one, they crawled on all fours, raising one leg like a dog urinating. I immediately understood what was going on. Under the instructors' demonstration, the sex slaves crawled on all fours, raising one leg. The teaching assistants brought buckets close to my exposed urethra. As the lead teaching assistant turned on a switch, a small hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the device at the opening of my urethra. The urine that had been accumulating for so long was released. My taut bladder strained instantly, and the urine poured out, splashing into the teaching assistant's bucket. My whole body trembled involuntarily, as if a strong electric current had surged through my body, bringing a slight feeling of orgasm. The sex slaves urinated for a long time, until everyone squeezed out the last drop. The lead instructor pressed the switch again, and the urethral opening was closed once more. From now on, they would have to beg the instructor or master for help to urinate. The instructor tore off the tape over my mouth and moved his hand, which was wet and dirty with my urine, in front of me. I kept my position on all fours and quickly raised my head to lick the instructor's hand clean with my mouth. The instructor shoved the handle of the bucket into my mouth again, and I bit it down. Then, the instructor gently patted my buttocks from behind. I crawled with difficulty, biting my own urinal. In the far corner of the "dormitory," there were several pillar-like objects with drainage devices underneath. This would be the sex slaves' "toilet" in the future. Under the instructor's demonstration, we placed the urinals on the ground and emptied the urine from the buckets with our heads. Everyone's head and hands were covered in their own urine. As a reward for successfully enduring for 3 hours, the instructor was unusually gentle and gently wiped our hair and bodies with scented tissues. The instructor even opened the chastity belts of the sex slaves and stimulated my engorged clitoris with a vibrating egg. We responded with high-pitched and erotic moans.

After the climax, it was time to sleep. We were once again secured with chastity belts, and then, under the instructor's demonstration, we climbed one by one into our own dog cages. We lay flat on thin blankets, our hands and feet, as described before, tightly handcuffed and locked to the cage bars by the teaching assistants. It was my first time sleeping in a cage, and I fidgeted restlessly. The teaching assistant gently stroked me. They covered my head with another thin blanket, then opened the hidden screen on the ceiling of the cage, showing videos of the female students with the word "slave" tattooed on them working hard to achieve orgasm. I had to watch the female students being brutally fucked by their master's penis, or being brought to multiple orgasms by dildos while restrained, and I had to fall asleep to the sound of their moans. The more I watched, the more my lust burned. My lower body, tightly bound by the chastity belt, writhed incessantly. I looked at the instructors and classmates beside me; they all looked the same, thrusting their genitals into the empty air. In my fantasy, my master would pierce my vagina with his penis through the chastity belt and forcefully insert it. For the next six hours, my desire never diminished; I eagerly awaited the next class...

The fifth class was outdoor training,

liberating the lowly body of a sex slave, crossing the boundaries of morality and restraint, walking the edge of the law. Skillful outdoor exposure was also one of the sex slave's duties. Sleepless nights

were elusive. Lying in a cage that almost fit me, my hands and feet were tightly bound from top to bottom, unable even to turn over. Before my eyes, my mouth, vagina, and anus were constantly being ravaged by penises or vibrators. The senior student, a sex slave, was surrounded by her moans and the breathing of other students and instructors. Although the atmosphere was extremely tense, it was clear everyone was aroused, desperately wanting to be filled in their empty hearts and bodies. My bladder was throbbing with the urge to urinate, and large beads of sweat poured from my forehead. The need to urinate and the desire for sex were constantly churning within me. My body and the two thin blankets beneath me were soaked with sweat and the overflowing fluids from my chastity belt. No matter how much I struggled, I was firmly held in the cage. For six whole hours, I could barely sleep. I could only force myself to close my eyes and rest, imagining myself as the student on the ceiling being brutally disciplined by three masters simultaneously. Sister, so this is the sleeping position for sex slaves. I continued to enjoy it all with my eyes closed...

Finally, the wake-up call sounded. The instructor untied my hands and feet, then handcuffed my hands behind my back. He then opened the cage door, and I barely managed to crawl out on my knees. My bladder was already at its limit, so I could only crawl towards the "toilet." The instructor kicked... Kicked my butt, so I had to crawl faster to the "toilet." I raised one leg like a dog, waiting to urinate. Once all the sex slaves were in position, the lead instructor pressed the switch, and my pent-up urine was finally released. I continued to raise my leg in the "toilet," enjoying the slight orgasm brought on by urinating. I couldn't extricate myself from it for a long time, and I felt a little less ashamed. After everyone had finished urinating and was trembling uncontrollably, the teaching assistant turned the switch off again. Then, when the teaching assistant pushed the cart in front of me, I was still immersed in the pleasure of urinating. I was tied to the cart in a daze, my hands still handcuffed behind my back, and the teaching assistant pulled me away from the dormitory...

As I gradually came to my senses, I realized that the teaching assistant was pushing the other students in different directions, and my teaching assistant had somehow ended up at the school gate. There was a car parked at the gate. Was it going to be an off-campus teaching session today?! Although S City had passed a sex slave law, according to the law, sex slaves cannot expose their genitals in public. Then the teaching assistant untied me from the cart, applied cream to my nipples, vagina, and anus, and then wrapped static tape around my upper body twice, barely covering my areolas. My breasts were still exposed. I looked down at my chest and wondered when they had become so big. Unfortunately, as a sex slave, I couldn't fondle my own breasts. The teaching assistant then wrapped tape around my lower body four or five times, again barely covering my vaginas, leaving a large part of my buttocks exposed. My body started to feel hot and itchy because of the cream. It was definitely an aphrodisiac... I began to twist my body involuntarily, but the teaching assistant ignored me. He tied a string of bells around my waist, then put short shackles on my feet, and then started tattooing my lower back. I gritted my teeth to suppress my desires and didn't dare to move. After all, being quiet and still is one of the essential abilities of a sex slave. It was finished in no time. Finally, the teaching assistant put a gag in my mouth, pulled on the leash on my collar, and dragged me into the back seat.

The drive wasn't long, but I felt incredibly hot and restless. My juices were flowing freely through the chastity belt, and my erect nipples were rubbing against the static tape, producing a slight pleasure. The vibrations from the car alone almost brought me to orgasm! The car drove towards the city center and stopped on a bustling street. The teaching assistant pulled me out of the car by the leash. This was my first time back in the outside world since entering the sex slave academy; it felt both familiar and strange. Ignoring my reverie, the teaching assistant pulled hard, forcing me back to reality. I stumbled along, and the familiar sound of a bell rang in my ears. This was my old high school! I recall the days when I wore a school uniform to class, and on my way to school, I saw beautiful and alluring sex slave women wandering the streets advertising themselves. Now, following my own will, I have become a sex slave, barely clothed and tightly bound! Although I feel somewhat ashamed in front of my younger schoolmates, recalling the pleasure I once experienced, I am certain that my lewd self does not regret taking this path.

The teaching assistant gave me instructions, requiring me to keep walking along a designated route near the school without stopping or deviating from it. Then the assistant left and returned to the car, leaving me, flushed and tightly bound, standing there. A crowd of onlookers, men and women, surrounded me. Some women looked at me with disgust, others with admiration. I noticed some men instinctively reaching for their crotches as soon as they saw my hand, and some men had very prominent bulges in their groins—huge penises… I wanted them so badly… I swallowed hard, wanting to grab a huge penis and suck it, or to be gang-raped in public to release my sexual desires. But I could only obey. The teaching assistant's instructions made walking difficult. Many people started taking pictures of me with their phones. Following the rules of the sex slave covenant, I couldn't cover my body and could only let them take pictures. I then realized that many people were scanning the tattoos on my body with their phones. It was a QR code that recorded all my "sexual records," including my measurements, orgasm duration, erogenous zones, and details of the price for "using" me. I heard these details being read aloud by passersby, and I instantly felt ashamed and wanted to find a hole to bury myself in. But the submissive nature I had cultivated told me that this was what a sex slave should do, and I felt a kind of pleasure from being tormented by my own conscience.

Because my hands and feet were bound, I could only take small steps, my thighs constantly rubbing against my labia, causing sticky, wet fluid to flow out continuously. Even the chastity belt couldn't stop it; the gushing fluid soaked the insides of my legs, emitting a lewd smell. Coupled with the loud ringing of the bells, more and more people gathered around me, and I tried to walk faster. Suddenly, a man lunged at me! My tightly bound body was completely defenseless, and he pinned me to the ground. The man grabbed my breasts and began to knead them. I tried my best to enjoy the pleasure of having my breasts rubbed. The man impatiently pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis. When I saw the penis, I instinctively spread my legs to welcome it. Just as he was about to untie my chastity belt and fuck me hard, the teaching assistant suddenly appeared behind the man and knocked him unconscious with a stun gun. The man instantly lost consciousness and collapsed beside me. I felt a pang of loss at the loss of the opportunity to be raped. Later, I learned that if you weren't a "member" or didn't follow the proper payment procedures to "use" a sex slave, you would be breaking the law and becoming a slave. So, that man, driven by lust, was later taken away by the police and would also become a sex slave, serving his master with his penis and his entire body... No wonder the men gathered around me only dared to... They watched me drooling, afraid to touch me, much less have sex with me. Still wanting more, I was helped up by the teaching assistant. The feeling of having gained and then losing made my body's craving for orgasm even more intense. As I walked, I continued to let out soft, wanton moans. My vagina felt itchy, as if a million ants were gnawing at it. These sounds aroused the men, some of whom immediately scanned the QR code to pay. Later, when they "used" me, some of them would put their hands inside their pants and rub their penises in public. Ah... I really wanted to lick their penises and I really wanted to be penetrated by them... I was immersed in lustful desires. After walking for about an hour, the teaching assistant finally reappeared and dragged me to a big tree to make me urinate. In front of everyone, I raised one leg. The teaching assistant was even more mischievous and made me keep my leg raised while waiting. My urine accumulated at the urethral opening, and I couldn't urinate no matter how hard I tried. I was sweating profusely from holding it in, and I didn't dare to put my leg down. Finally, the teaching assistant had enough fun and pressed the switch. The golden stream of urine drew a perfect arc from my urethra and fell to the ground under the tree. The shutter clicked incessantly the moment I urinated, and I was immersed in the joy of a slight orgasm.

Then the teaching assistant hung a rope on a thick tree branch, and finally covered it with a large black cloth, enveloping both of us. When the cloth was lifted again, I was completely suspended in the air and firmly tied to the tree trunk. All the tape on my body had been removed, my hands were tied behind my back as usual, my legs were also suspended, and my breasts, tightly bound by the rope, appeared even larger, with a clamp clipped to my nipples. Large nipple clamps completely covered my areolas, with bells hanging from them; my chastity belt was removed, and my two orifices were covered by a leopard-print C-string, except that under the C-string, there was a slightly vibrating vibrating egg at each orifice; the gag in my mouth was replaced with a penis-shaped pacifier, which was deeply inserted into my mouth, almost reaching my throat, and the end of the pacifier was tied to my collar, preventing me from spitting it out. Suspended, I swayed back and forth, side to side, emitting moans and groans. The weak stimulation from the vibrating egg fueled my lust, yet I couldn't reach orgasm. My body twisted and trembled involuntarily. I desperately wanted more vibrating egg...more intense... But the teaching assistant left, leaving me writhing frantically, unable to reach climax. A feeling of helplessness, unable to break free, spread through my body. I squinted at the men watching. Anyone... ...I really want to be stuffed with a dick and fucked hard... The men around me were fantasizing about me being almost naked, bound, and disciplined. Some of them were smelling my scent, while others were saying words like "sex slave" and "slutty bitch" in my ear. Some even stuck out their tongues and pretended to lick my nipples next to my nipples. One man even stood in front of me with a huge dick sticking out of his crotch and thrusting his hips back and forth, pretending to rape me from a distance. At this moment, my body craved to be touched and violated, even if I was tightly bound. My nipples, clamped shut, felt like they were being teased by a tongue, becoming engorged and taut. The stinging sensation from the clamps intensified. Unconsciously, I swayed my hips to meet the pressure. The loud ringing of the bells drew me into a fantasy, imagining him inserting his penis into my wet vagina, then forcefully thrusting it all the way in, finally filling it with his semen... But it was all just a fantasy. In reality, I was just a pitiful sex slave, tightly bound, my body hot and itchy, yearning for orgasm but unable to achieve it.

I don't know how long I was suspended, but the teaching assistant finally reappeared and used the button to deactivate my urethra again. However, he didn't take off my C-string. My urine instantly soaked my underwear along with a large amount of vaginal fluid. The humiliation of urinating in my underwear was intense. Then, because the previous pleasure was building up, this time I experienced a powerful orgasm, similar to a vaginal orgasm. My body convulsed and spasmed, and a large amount of urine and vaginal fluid flowed out of my underwear and dripped onto the ground. At this moment, the surrounding area... A round of applause broke out. The teaching assistant patted my head and untied all the ropes binding me, leaving only the nipple clamps, vibrator, and underwear on my body. Although I wasn't penetrated, I still experienced a powerful and stimulating orgasm. I lay at the teaching assistant's feet, panting heavily, the bells ringing crisply with the rise and fall of my chest. I reveled in the gazes of the men around me as they ravished my nearly naked body, while I remained immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm, unable to extricate myself for a long time.

Sixth Internship (Part 1):

A sex slave's body is meant to be used. Tightly bound, writhing and begging for the master's comfort is the sex slave's mission and duty.

The teaching assistant cruelly kicked me as I lay on the floor convulsing in orgasm, and pulled on the rope of my collar. I awoke from my dreamlike pleasure and was just about to stand up when the teaching assistant slapped my calf. I fell to my knees and immediately realized that the current instruction was not to stand up. As a sex slave, I could only obediently cooperate. So I crawled on all fours, and the teaching assistant touched my buttocks as encouragement. At this moment, the nipple clamps on my nipples were pulling on them with the help of gravity, the bells on the clamps making a sound as my breasts swayed. The vibrating eggs on my two holes were suddenly turned up by the teaching assistant, vibrating ecstatically and intensely stimulating my sensitive areas. The C-string panties covering my holes, completely soaked with my urine and vaginal fluids, constantly reminded me of my lewd appearance when I had just orgasmed and lost control in front of everyone. Ah... the more I thought about it, the more lewd I felt. I wondered if the next place would allow me to reach an even more exciting orgasm?

The teaching assistant led me through one or two blocks. Although people in this city were used to the existence of sex slaves, the appearance of a sex slave still attracted the attention of many pedestrians and drivers, and the traffic instantly became congested. As I crawled naked and being led along, I naturally attracted more and more attention. Because I was crawling on the ground, I felt that the people around me were so huge, and my status as someone crawling forward was so lowly. Moreover, I was being manipulated by nipple clamps and a vibrating egg, even worse than a dog. Thinking of this, the humiliation made my body more sensitive, and the stimulation of the vibrating egg became more intense. I even orgasmed and squirted my vaginal fluid while crawling. My already soaked C-string pants could not stop it, and it dripped a lewd streak on the road.

I don't know how long I crawled, my hands and knees were blistered and raw before I finally reached a transparent square building. Because I was on all fours, my view was blocked by the line of people waiting outside the building, so I couldn't see what was inside. Then the teaching assistant told me to lie down and covered my lower body with a black cloth. Under the cloth, the teaching assistant quickly pulled off my soaking wet C-string and threw it on the floor. Then he inserted a thick, double-ended vibrator into both of my holes at the same time. The teaching assistant thrust very fast and hard, and I could only scream and howl. At the same time, the teaching assistant also licked my nipple clamps with his tongue. On my bare skin, I greedily enjoyed the teaching assistant's tongue skills, letting out sincere moans. The queuing crowd gasped in surprise, clearly these men were also burning with lust and wanted to release themselves on me. Soon, I succumbed to the stares around me and the teaching assistant's intense onslaught and climaxed again. As a result, the vibrator, covered in my ejaculated fluid, made a strange mechanical beeping sound. Before I could think, the teaching assistant pulled out the double-ended vibrator, now soaked in my fluids, and inserted it into the small hole-shaped lock on the door. The door opened quickly, but the doorknob emitted a long moan, which was actually a computer-generated version of my moans! It turned out that my data had been transmitted to the room via the vibrator through the vaginal fluid. Besides the lights turning on, images slowly appeared on several electronic screens outside the room—all showing scenes of me studying at the sex slave academy! My moans played continuously and repeatedly on the walls, including my naive appearance when I first enrolled, scenes of me performing oral sex on teaching assistants on a cart, and being gang-raped and humiliated by them. Although sensitive areas were censored on the outdoor screens, the images of being manipulated and my repeated orgasms were still incredibly lewd, even with the censorship. The blatant training process was thus exposed to the world. I looked around in shame; there were several similar transparent buildings where other students' "studies" were also being publicized. The men queuing in front of each building watched with great interest. I was so ashamed that I couldn't lift my face. I could only lower my head and lick the instructor's toes, begging him to get me out of there quickly.

The instructor pulled on my rope again and led me into the room. What came into view was a large sofa, several shackles tied to the corners of the walls, and a rope soaking in a basin of warm water. I quickly realized that this would be my "work" place, where I would serve every customer with my body. The teaching assistant ripped off my nipple clamps and black cloth, finally exposing my ravaged nipples and two orifices to the light of day, offering a brief respite before starting work. The assistant carried me to the sofa and began winding ropes around me. The view from inside to outside was completely transparent; everyone in line stared wide-eyed at my video. The men at the very front of the line simultaneously reached into their pants and rubbed their uncontrollably itchy penises. I could see everything clearly from inside. I truly hoped the line would never end; I would dedicate my body to my work.

The teaching assistant tightly bound me with water-soaked hemp rope, using a turtle-shell-like garment as a restraint. My chest was constricted by the rope loops, and I wore small boxing gloves. The rope was then habitually tied behind my back, and my legs were bound together in an irresistible M-shape. Next, the teaching assistant took out a pill and put it in my mouth. Then, as usual, he took off his shorts, revealing his hard, erect penis. Due to the muscle reflexes I learned in oral sex classes, as soon as… Seeing the teaching assistant's big penis made me excited. I felt even more when I sucked on it, as if the teaching assistant was playing with my nipples with his big hands. At the same time, it felt like my vagina was being stirred by fingers. When the teaching assistant ejaculated, I thought I was going to orgasm again, but this time the teaching assistant thrust very quickly and ejaculated very soon. It was rare that I didn't orgasm during oral sex. I really wanted to continue sucking on the teaching assistant's penis and make him ejaculate again.

After I swallowed the pill mixed with semen, the teaching assistant took out a metal object and put it in my mouth. This object prevented my mouth from closing completely, so I could only barely perform oral sex on the customer. Then, the teaching assistant rubbed lubricant all over my body and handcuffed me with three shackles fixed to the wall. Two of them were handcuffed to my knees, and the last one was hooked onto my collar. Finally, he blindfolded me and left the room, leaving me full of questions. Wasn't it time to start work? Huh? Later I realized the teaching assistant's intention, because my body began to feel endless heat and itchiness, as if the climax accumulated under the watchful eyes of others was about to burst forth all at once. My body began to twist involuntarily, but my joints were locked in shackles, so the range of twisting was very limited, and it would definitely fuel the man's desire. But I, who longed for an orgasm, had already begun to moan unconsciously, hoping to use my moans to call on the first customer to quickly fill my empty body.

The door was quietly opened. I was still immersed in the tingling desire when suddenly I felt a kneading sensation on my breasts. I let out an excited "ah!" Finally, it was time to start my work. I continued to writhe my body lasciviously and breathe in response to the first customer's kneading. Then he gently ran his fingers over my overflowing vagina and anus. Just this action alone brought me close to orgasm. I was on the verge of climax. As a tightly bound sex slave, I could only awaken the customer's desire and beg for the pleasure of orgasm by constantly writhing my body and making soft moans. After a while, I felt something hard rubbing against the outside of my vagina. The more it rubbed, the more it aroused my desire. But as a sex slave, I could only moan and groan to express my inner longing, hoping that the customer would quickly insert his precious penis. Finally, little by little, the penis struggled to penetrate my wet yet tight opening, slowly thrusting in and out. I realized that my vagina was unexpectedly tighter than before, probably due to the pills I had just taken. The customer's enormous penis was difficult to fully insert, but he continued to thrust relentlessly, emitting a man's panting breath that sent shivers down my spine. I responded to the thrusting by swaying my hips and joined in with moans. My swaying breasts also attracted the customer's attention. He used his strong tongue to alternately suck and lick my nipples. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and I was quite intoxicated. I felt the penis thrusting inside me gradually becoming thicker and harder. Finally, his penis forced its way through my tight vaginal muscles and thrust hard into my cervix. He then slowly withdrew before thrusting in again with tremendous force! His penis rubbed against my vaginal skin and slammed violently against my cervix. I reached a cervical orgasm through sheer force. While my whole body convulsed, his penis continued to thrust and pump without stopping, his breath coming in ragged gasps. My orgasms were continuous, and I kept gushing out vaginal fluid until he ejaculated. I think I had orgasmed four times. Five times...

My vagina felt warm and hot, and I kept panting, savoring the pleasure I had just experienced. Then, a penis was shoved into my mouth, and then fingers were inserted into my vagina, which had just experienced a series of orgasms, and stirred vigorously. Ugh, I tried my best to move my tongue to clean the semen remaining on the penis. The intense thrusting of the fingers connected me to the pleasure I had just experienced, and the customer's hands were so strong that his fingers alone brought me to orgasm three more times. It wasn't until I was completely exhausted and collapsed on the sofa that the man left. At this moment, several people rushed out from the corner of the room and hurriedly cleaned up the sweat on my body, the semen in my mouth and vagina, and the saliva of the guests on my chest. When they cleaned the semen from my vagina, I heard the sound of a machine and felt a pleasurable sensation of being sucked. It was probably a special machine. Finally, my body was covered with lubricant containing estrogens, and I waited for the next guest to arrive.

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