My experience in Japan

I was smuggled into Japan by a smuggler. Once there, the smuggler arranged for me to work as a servant in a Japanese family—a consequence of my loss of dignity. The male head of the household had passed away, leaving a large inheritance to the female head of the household and her two daughters. Upon arriving at the woman's house, she told me that undocumented workers like me would be deported if discovered. For my safety, she suggested I marry her daughter, Yuki. I wanted to stay in Japan. Besides, Yuki was beautiful, tall, with big eyes, and a muscular physique like a track and field athlete, radiating energy. I, on the other hand, came from a Chinese peasant family. Although I was good-looking, I always felt inferior to Yuki. I loved Yuki, but she was arrogant, harsh, and fierce. I was afraid of her, and Yuki seemed content to have a servant. It was hard to define our relationship. Yuki didn't take me seriously at all, often toying with me, yet she couldn't live without me. She often said she felt listless if she didn't play with me for two days.

Once, we went to the movies. She said she was tired and wanted to leave, but I really wanted to rest for a while. She got angry and said, "I'll let you watch!" She took off her brand-name sneakers and pulled down her white cotton socks. I knew something was wrong and quickly said, "I'll go with you then." But she angrily said, "Want to leave now??? Too late!! Open your stinky mouth wide!" She stuffed the sweaty socks into my mouth, while simultaneously reaching into my pants and pinching my testicles, grinning wickedly, "Does it taste good? I'll wear these for a couple more days before you eat them. If you dare spit out my socks, I'll crush your balls. Watch the movie, huh?" A salty, astringent foot odor filled my mouth, making me want to vomit. She looked at me sideways, smiling, while her hands kept squeezing and playing with them. How could I possibly watch the movie?! I don't even know how I got through it. There were so many similar pranks.

Yuki's mother, Mrs. Tamura, was a very formidable woman. At 48, she was mature, voluptuous, and tall, and incredibly fierce. She opposed our relationship from the start, thinking I was too unsophisticated and unworthy to be their son-in-law. But seeing my dog-like obedience to Yuki, she was very satisfied and often ordered me around like a dog. She often scolded me, saying, "It's your good fortune that someone like you can enter our family." That's how I became a live-in son-in-law, and they gave me a new name, "Baka Yaru." Although I was called a son-in-law, I was no different from a slave. I was forced to quit my job to serve them full-time.

Not long after, Yuki got tired of me, saying I wasn't manly enough. She stopped sharing a bed with me and made me sleep on the floor. Sexual intercourse became simply me giving her oral sex. When she was aroused, she would call me to bed without saying a word, grab my hair, and press me down to her crotch, forcing my mouth onto her vulva. I could only obediently serve her with my mouth until she reached orgasm and ejaculated into my mouth. Then she would kick my head away, say, "Get out," and then fall into a deep sleep. To keep my family and stay in the big city, I had no choice but to endure it. However, not long after, Yuki started demanding a divorce; she was having an affair with a boss. I resolutely refused, which enraged Yuki: "See how I deal with you! You don't want to leave? I'll train you to be my dog!" Yuki grabbed her slippers and slapped me repeatedly, yelling, "Are you getting out or not?!" Her mother, however, didn't want me to leave. Perhaps used to being waited on, she smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, kid, you can stay after the divorce. Yuki said you're our dog, and I've always wanted a Pekingese. Hahaha!!"

From then on, her family truly treated me like a dog. When Yuki was home, I had to serve her; when she wasn't, I became her mother's plaything. Her mother, a widow for many years, had an extremely strong possessiveness towards men; her name was Mrs. Tamura. She always had a variety of ways she tortured me. "Kneel down! Boy!" I knelt down, and Mrs. Tamura kicked me down onto the tatami mat, then sat on my face. "Lick my ass crack! If you don't like it, I'll suffocate you!" I had no choice but to lick desperately, and a stream of Mrs. Tamura's vaginal fluid rushed into my mouth. I choked and coughed uncontrollably. Mrs. Tamura was furious and yelled, "Boy! Don't you want to die? See how I deal with you!" As she spoke, she clamped her thighs tightly around my chest and twisted my nipples desperately. I struggled, cried, and begged her to spare me beneath her. She stood up and stuck her foot near my mouth, saying, "It's easy for me to forgive you, but lick my feet until they feel good, lick them!" I didn't want this, so that night I told Yuki. Yuki looked at me kneeling on the ground and said, "What do you think you are? You're our family's dog, a lowly dog, understand? Everyone in our family is your master, we can play with you and enjoy you as we please, and you still think you're human?" As she spoke, she walked in front of me, spread her legs, and her crotch was right in front of my face. "Take off your pants for your master," she said. I quickly unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants, smelling a woman's unique stench. Yuki looked at me coldly and said, "Put your head under my crotch and drink my urine." I couldn't believe it. Yuki grabbed the back of my head by the hair, making my face upwards, and then straddled my face, her vagina right in front of my mouth. A stream of fishy urine rushed into my mouth and I was forced to swallow it. Tears welled up in my eyes; I couldn't tell if it was humiliation or regret. Yuki watched me drink her urine from above, without a trace of pity, but smiling happily. "I drank Coca-Cola at noon, you must have tasted it, right? President Meng also treated me to a lot of delicacies. Tomorrow morning I'll poop for you to eat. From now on, you are our toilet. You get to enjoy all our excrement. Only then can you truly become a dog." The next day, Yuki really called me to the bathroom, squatted over my mouth, and forced me to eat her delicacies. After rinsing my mouth, Yuki ordered me to go to Mrs. Tamura's place to drink urine. I timidly went to Mrs. Tamura's room and explained my purpose. She hadn't gotten up yet. After hearing what I said, she laughed and waved at me: "Come on, come on, I'm holding it in." As she spoke, she rolled over, took off her underwear, revealing her plump white buttocks, "Lie down there, haha, automatic toilet, no need to get out of bed, Yuki really knows how to do it." "Saying this, she plopped down on my face, and a stream of urine, even more urgent and pungent than Yuki's, instantly filled my mouth and flowed onto the bed. Mrs. Tamura urinated for a full half minute before getting up. She kicked me away and laughed, saying, 'Does it taste good? Enough to drink, right? Don't worry, you'll have more to drink later. Now go and clean the bathroom, and wash a big basin of underwear, socks, and underwear!'

Yuki's older sister, Yumi, was a lewd woman. Her brother-in-law often stayed at the out-of-town office, and Yumi often came back to stay, often complaining about being alone. Mrs. Tamura felt sorry for her daughter, saying that a woman would age prematurely if she continued like this. One day, Yumi came to our house for dinner, and Mrs. Tamura called me to the table and ordered me to kneel under the table and lick Yumi's feet. Yumi knew that her family treated her like a dog, and happily enjoyed my service, teasing my mouth and nose with her feet, and occasionally reaching down to pinch my penis. Yuki laughed and said, 'Just use it to relieve your lust. Your brother-in-law won't mind. He's part of our family.'" "My dog, but you have to pay to use my dog, hahaha!" Yumi laughed and said, "But if I kill him, I won't be responsible for paying for it." Saying that, she grabbed my hair and walked towards Mrs. Tamura's room. Yumi couldn't wait to tear off my only pair of shorts, and quickly took off all her clothes. Her white body was completely naked, her large breasts were firm, and her strong legs were slightly spread. Yumi pointed to the ground and told me to lie down. I lay there trembling and waiting for punishment. Yumi stomped on my back with all her might and said with a smile, "Sister will stomp on your back for you. I'll keep stomping until you're satisfied." This woman was so strong that she stomped on me until I passed out after a few stomps. "Splash!" Mrs. Tamura splashed a basin of foot bath water on my face, waking me up. She kicked me and said, "You know how to enjoy yourself? Get up and massage my thighs!" I had no choice but to struggle to get up. Mrs. Tamura was lying on the sofa watching TV wearing only her briefs. I massaged her thighs and Mrs. Tamura said, "Hey!" "I've been squeezing you every day, my inner thighs are so sore, massage them for me!" As I massaged her, I glanced sideways at the room. Had Yumi already left? I thought to myself. Mrs. Tamura had me massage her for three hours, and the TV was over. She got up and pointed to the tatami mat. I immediately understood and lay down on the floor. Mrs. Tamura squatted on my stomach and shouted, "Lie down properly! You idiot, let me ride you." I immediately lay down on all fours, and Mrs. Tamura straddled my back and slapped my butt: "Crawl to the next room!" The next room was my and Yuki's bedroom. When I dragged Mrs. Tamura into the bedroom—I was immediately terrified and turned pale: Yumi was lifting her skirt, exposing her two thick legs, and looking at me with a lewd grin. Mrs. Tamura stood up, kicked me into the room, and said, "Go! Serve your sister properly." Then she slammed the door shut.

Yumei, leering, walked over, grabbed my hair, dragged me into the room, and forced me down onto the tatami mat. She said, "You're so easily killed. I haven't even had my fill yet, and you're already pretending to be dead. Now hold on a bit, let your sister play a little longer. Come on! Kneel properly." I immediately knelt down. Yumei beckoned to me, "Kneel by the bed!" I crawled to the bed and knelt. Yumei lifted her skirt, placed her thighs on my shoulders, and clamped my face between them. She said affectionately, "Call me." "Sister." "Slap!" A slap landed on my face. Yumei yelled, "You've gone too far! Who's your sister? Call me again!" "Auntie." "Pah!" Yumei kicked me in the chest, knocking me to the ground. "You called me old? I'll kick you to death!" Yumei kicked me three more times. "Kneel up! Call me again." I immediately knelt down. Yumei's thighs were on my shoulders again, clamping my face between them. I trembled, my mind blank, not knowing how to say "goodbye." Yumi pinched my lips with her sharp fingers: "Scream! You didn't sound right to me today, you'll suffer tonight." "Master!" I cried out tearfully, and Yumi immediately spread her legs and said: "That's right! But you should call me Mistress! From today onwards, you are divorced from Yuki, you are mine, my personal slave! Mother is still your mother-in-law, you will serve us for life, until you die and are played to death by us! Do you hear me?" "I hear you." Yumi kicked me and cursed: "From now on, every time you answer, you must call me Mistress." "Yes, Mistress." "Masturbate! Masturbate yourself. First, let your juices run dry!" I had no choice but to masturbate in front of Yumi, but because I was scared, when I masturbated repeatedly, I couldn't even get an erection, let alone ejaculate. Yumi flew into a rage, gritting her teeth and cursing me as useless and a coward. She told me to lie down on the edge of the bed, and she frantically rubbed my penis and glans with her big toe. My body trembled, but I didn't react at all. Yumi said, "No wonder Yuki called you trash. You're just a useless piece of trash. I might as well castrate you!" As she spoke, she bent my penis with her big toe. She shouted, "Lie down! Face to the tatami!" Yumi whipped my back with a wet washcloth. I wailed loudly, and the sound alerted Mrs. Tamura. Mrs. Tamura came into the room with a smile and said, "How was it?" "How can I play with such a coward?" Yumi kicked me angrily. Mrs. Tamura laughed and said, "Your posture scared him. Making him ejaculate is easy; watch me!" Mrs. Tamura took out a hemp rope, bound my whole body with it, sat on my face with her buttocks, clamped my thighs between her legs, and shouted, "Lick my cunt!" She used a chicken feather to frantically scrape my glans. I struggled a few times, and a stream of semen spurted out. Mrs. Tamura said to Yumi, "How's my training going?" As she spoke, she stood up and used her foot to scrape up the semen, then held it to my mouth and told me to lick it clean. Yumi said, "This method is too easy on him. Let's hang him up in the room." Mrs. Tamura and Yumi hung me up. I was tied with hemp rope and hung from the edge of the bed. Mrs. Tamura sat on the edge of the bed with her foot right next to my mouth. She shouted at me, "Lick!" While Yumi frantically scraped my glans with the chicken feather. That night, I was tortured by the two of them like this all night long, ejaculating 17 times, each time with a thinner consistency. Finally, the two women got angry and pinched, twisted, burned me with a hot stick, and whipped me with a wet foot cloth until I lost consciousness.

A stream of urine splashed onto my face, waking me up. Mrs. Tamura and Yumi had already knocked me to the ground and dragged me into the bathroom, squatting down to urinate on my face. I was awake. Yumi stood up, stomped her feet a few times on my chest, and shouted, "Lick the bathroom clean with your tongue first, then scrub it with a scrubbing brush, then scrub the toilet clean! Get up! Get to work now!" Mrs. Tamura pulled Yumi to the living room to rest. I lay in the bathroom, licking the urine off the tiles. I worked for over three hours. Mrs. Tamura came into the bathroom, and I lay there, trembling with anxiety. "Finished? Let me check. Hey! You think you're clean?" Mrs. Tamura grabbed my hair and dragged me to the toilet. She grabbed a long-handled brush from beside the toilet and started poking and scrubbing my mouth. Not satisfied, she whipped my back with the brush. Then she grabbed my hair, shoved my head into the toilet, and stepped on it, yelling, "You son of a bitch! You haven't even washed the grime off the toilet seat. You'll have to gnaw it off with your teeth, gnaw it off!" She pressed my head into the toilet with her foot as she spoke. In that state, I licked the grime clean with my tongue. My nose filled with dirty water. Mrs. Tamura kicked me away, ordered me to lie face down, rinsed my back with a water gun, kicked my waist to make me turn over, and then scrubbed my front with a thick bamboo brush. After I finished washing, she threw me a dry cloth and told me to dry myself off and then go into her bedroom to serve her. I crawled into Mrs. Tamura's bedroom and saw Yumi, Yuki, and Mrs. Tamura all there. I thought tonight was over; I was going to be tortured to death by the three of them again. Yuki hadn't seen me for a long time, and when she saw me, she glared at me and told me to kneel at her feet. She reached out and grabbed my ear, twisting it and asking, "You idiot, did you miss me?" I nodded tearfully. Yumi, who was standing to the side, scolded, "You idiot, why are you crying? Have we mistreated you these past few days?" "No, no," I immediately crawled to Yumi's feet and kowtowed repeatedly. Mrs. Tamura, wearing only briefs and a t-shirt, straddled my neck, clamping her thighs together and asking, "Which of my two daughters do you prefer?" I said I liked them both. Mrs. Tamura laughed, "Alright! Yuki, you can divorce your husband now and marry this slave. But you're younger than Yumi, so you can only be a concubine." "Bullshit! He was always mine, so I should be the first wife, don't you think? Baka yaru!" "All three of you are my mistresses, and I am your slave. If we're talking about who's younger, I'm the little dog, the slave." Yuki laughed heartily, saying to Mrs. Tamura and Yumi, "I didn't expect this Baka yaru to be so obedient these past few days. Not bad, not bad. Come on, lie down, I'll give you some wine to calm your nerves." Mrs. Tamura released me, making me lie on my back. Yuki's vagina was positioned against my mouth, and a stream of salty urine flowed into my mouth. After she finished, I licked her vagina clean as usual. Mrs. Tamura said, "Aren't you going to thank me for the wine?" "Thank you!" "Seeing you're sensible today, I'll reward you with three drinks. Yumi, you go first!" Yumi pulled down her pants and straddled my face, urinating into my mouth. I had no choice but to drink it all, licking it clean as usual, and saying thank you. Finally, it was Mrs. Tamura's turn. She was obese, with a large belly, and her urine was plentiful and urgent. I couldn't keep up with the flow and choked, spilling urine all over the floor. Yumi and Yuki laughed heartily. Mrs. Tamura got angry, stood up, and stomped on my mouth and stomach several times. "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty shot! You can't even drink my wine? See how I deal with you tonight!" I rolled over and kowtowed to Mrs. Tamura in apology. Mrs. Tamura kicked me again, turning me around: "Lie down, don't move!" Mrs. Tamura grabbed a wet cloth and whipped me. I wailed. Yuki, standing nearby, said, "Who told you to cry? I hate hearing slaves cry the most! If you dare cry again!" "Saying this, she rolled up her two socks and stuffed them into my mouth. Mrs. Tamura, still not satisfied, stood on my stomach and pinched me. Yumi said from the side, 'Never mind, never mind, I'm tired. Let him clean the bedroom and serve us to sleep.' Mrs. Tamura stomped hard on my mouth and said, 'I'll play with you again tomorrow! Get up and get to work.' After I cleaned the bedroom and washed the feet of the three of them, Yuki said from the side, 'Have you ever tried using slaves as thigh cushions? Sleeping with your thighs on a slave is very comfortable.' Mrs. Tamura said, 'Really? I'll try it tonight. Where should I put it?' 'On your chest.'" "That night, Mrs. Tamura used me as a cushion with her thighs. Her thighs were fat and strong, and they pressed down on me uncomfortably. Besides, Mrs. Tamura was old and couldn't fall asleep easily. She tormented me in bed that night. Whenever she woke up slightly, she would pinch and twist me. In the middle of the night, she even used me as a chamber pot, making me use my mouth to catch her urine. I didn't sleep that night. I kept thinking that if I didn't find a way to escape this hellhole, I was afraid that I would be tortured to death by these three crazy women before long. I had to find a way to escape quickly."

The next morning, Yumi and Yuki went shopping. Mrs. Tamura asked me to go to the bathroom to wash a large basin of kimonos. She watched TV in the living room, and after a while, she also came into the bathroom to relieve herself. She sat on the toilet while watching me wash the kimonos. A little while later, Mrs. Tamura asked me to go to the living room to get toilet paper. I thought, "This woman is squatting on the toilet waiting for toilet paper now. If I don't take this opportunity to slip away, when will I?" I went to the living room, quietly opened the bedroom door, and stepped out of this den of iniquity. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I ran as fast as I could, but after a few steps, I suddenly collapsed from exhaustion. A woman in the neighborhood recognized me and knew I was Yuki's husband. She immediately called Mrs. Tamura's house to tell me that her son-in-law had collapsed at the alley entrance. Just then, Yuki and Yumi happened to be returning home and met me at the village entrance. They thanked the woman profusely, and the two of them carried me home. As soon as they entered the house, Yumi said to her mother, "That bastard has a death wish! He dared to run away!" Yuki also complained, "Why didn't we keep an eye on him? He got away." The two of them dragged me into the bathroom and threw me in. Mrs. Tamura, her plump body trembling with anger, said, "I forgot to bring toilet paper, so I told this brat to go get it from the living room. I can't believe he dared to abandon me and run away! You two, tie him up!" Yuki and Yumi tied me up tightly with hemp rope. After that, Mrs. Tamura smashed a beer bottle and said to Yuki and Yumi, "Put him on the broken glass and make him kneel down!" The two of them forced me onto the broken glass, and blood seeped from below my knees. Mrs. Tamura then raised both hands and slapped me dozens of times, left and right. Pointing at me angrily, she said, "You little bastard! Forget about it. From today onwards, I'll have ways to keep you in check. Try to escape? I'll see if you dare to run away again! Yuki, Yumi, go get the scissors." Yumi brought a pair of scissors, and Mrs. Tamura grabbed my hair and started cutting it in clumps. She said, "I'm going to cut his hair into a 'peach head,' so he'll look so weird he won't be able to walk out." Yumi chimed in, "Shave off all his kimono too! Let him be naked all the time." Yuki added, "I have another idea. Shave off all the other body hair on him. Eyebrows, armpit hair, pubic hair—shave it all off!" The three shrewish women then brought out razors. Yumi quickly shaved all my hair off. After this brutal torture, Mrs. Tamura tore off the seal on my mouth and asked, "Well? Boy, are you going to run away again?" "Spare me! I'll never run away again, I won't dare!" "Hmph! Forget about it. Stay obediently in my house as a slave for life! Do you hear me?" "Yes, I hear you." Yuki told him to swear an oath, but Yumi kicked me in the mouth and shouted, "Swear, you bastard!" "I swear." Mrs. Tamura slapped me across the face and said, "How did you swear?" I quickly lay down on the ground and said, "In this life and the next, I will be a slave to the three mistresses and will never run away again. If I break this oath, may the mistresses execute me!" Mrs. Tamura said, "This life and the next, you should be a slave for all eternity, a slave for all eternity!!! Yuki, go get a needle. I'll tattoo these words 'slave for all eternity' on his back so he'll remember it." "No! No, mistress!" Slap! Slap! *Slap!* Yumi slapped me several times across the face. "From today onwards, you're not allowed to speak unless we tell you to, or we'll cut your tongue out!" "The needles are here. Oh, you can't sing with your tongue out. How will you serve us if your tongue is cut off?" Yuki handed the needles to Mrs. Tamura. Mrs. Tamura told the two sisters to pin me to the ground. She straddled me and pierced my back with the needles. I screamed in pain. Yumi casually took off her socks and stuffed them into my mouth. After the needles were pierced, Mrs. Tamura took some liquid and smeared it on my back, then took a dry gauze and stuck it on my bloodied back. The three shrewish women tortured me until I passed out that day. I don't know

how long I waited, but I woke up. I found myself still lying on the bathroom floor. The ropes binding me had been loosened, but I was completely naked. My first thought was that my mouth was dry. I didn't have the strength to stand up, so I crawled to the bathtub and turned on the faucet: not a drop of water. I forced myself to sit up and went to the sink to turn on the faucet, but there was still no water. The toilet tank was on the ceiling, too high to climb, and there was no water left in the toilet. I cried out in discomfort, "Water—" The door opened with a whoosh, and Yumi walked into the bathroom, followed by Mrs. Tamura. Yumi said he was awake, and Mrs. Tamura said, "Want some water? Come on, lie down, open your mouth." Terrified of them, I quickly lay down. Mrs. Tamura's plump buttocks were positioned against my mouth. This time, she didn't urinate much, but I drank it all, despite the unbearable stench. Yumi asked me, "Have you had enough?" I nodded. Yumi said, "Let me give you some more. You'll have energy now, get up and get to work." She also used her strong, white legs to clamp my face and urinated into my mouth. "Alright," Mrs. Tamura said, "Get up and get to work. You haven't washed the kimono yet. After washing the kimono, wipe the bathtub, after wiping the bathtub, scrub the tatami mats, after scrubbing the tatami mats, scrub the toilet. Once you've finished all that, I'll let you do other things. Get to work now!" She kicked me. I quickly got up and got to work. I endured the pain and did all this work until evening. Mrs. Tamura came into the bathroom, threw me a steamed bun, and said, "Don't use your hands, eat it on the floor." After I finished eating, Mrs. Tamura told me to bathe the three of them, rubbing their backs, washing their breasts, and washing their feet. After I finished, Yumi said that tonight I would be her lap mat. She grabbed my hair and dragged me into her bedroom. Once inside, Yumi told me to kneel by the bed. Yumi quickly took off her nightgown, revealing her bare white legs clad in briefs, and kicked me repeatedly in the chest, left and right, until I was unconscious. Then she lifted my ears and shoved me onto the bed, shouting viciously, "Lie down! You'll suffer tonight!" Yumi straddled my chest and slapped me fiercely, cursing, "You bastard, stop pretending to be dead, wake up for me!" I was awakened by the beatings and begged, "Master, please spare me!" "You lewdly said, 'Spare you? I noticed that when the three of us were disciplining you, your penis was rock hard. Don't you like that? You've been reduced to a slave, and you still have lustful thoughts. Tell me, aren't you despicable?' As she spoke, she stood up and desperately rubbed my penis head with her big toe, torturing me until I trembled all over. I tried my best to resist this extreme torture. She didn't even give me a chance to breathe, twisting harder and harder, until finally I ejaculated wildly from her foot arousal, all of my semen spraying onto Youmei's soles. Youmei ordered me to lick it clean, cursing, 'You filthy slut, I just washed my feet, and you've dirtied them. Lick them clean!'" "After I licked Yumi's feet clean, Yumi stomped me to the foot of the bed. She shoved her left foot into my mouth, probing my tongue and teeth, while her right foot continued to tease my glans. After I ejaculated, she made me lick her right foot, then her left foot would tease my glans again. This continued until I couldn't ejaculate anymore. Yumi stomped me several times, making me pass out. Then she grabbed my hair, pulled me between her thighs, and squeezed me, satisfied. She fell asleep.

A sharp pain woke me up. Mrs. Tamura pinched my nipple, glared at me, and shouted, 'Get up! Get to work!' Yumi also stomped me off the bed. 'Go!' I was dazed as Mrs. Tamura dragged me to her room. Mrs. Tamura first twisted my nipples and penis, then kicked me to the ground, picked up a rattan cane, and lashed it a few times, cursing, 'You little corpse, I'll whip you a few times to wake you up sooner.'" "The strong woman's forceful blows jolted me awake. She said, 'Today, your job is to scrub all the bathroom tiles white in the morning, wash the tub full of dirty kimonos, then mop the tatami mats, clean the toilet, and finally, it's time for your meal! Get to work now!' Mrs. Tamura kicked me, and I immediately crawled into the toilet. My new day of slavery began. The bathroom tiles were century-old, and Mrs. Tamura gave me two hours to finish all the chores she assigned. I worked desperately and finally finished within two hours, panting heavily. When Mrs. Tamura came in to inspect, I felt uneasy, because every time she inspected, she would nitpick and then beat me severely. This time, Mrs. Tamura was indeed angry that I hadn't cleaned the tiles properly. She grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the yellowish tiles. I cried and begged, 'Spare me! Master, I've tried my best with these tiles, there's no other way. Please spare me!' Mrs. Tamura snorted, 'No other way?'" "I can rub your areolas white, you believe me?" She kicked me to the ground, sat on my face, picked up a steel wire from a tile cleaner, and started scrubbing my nipples, leaving them bloody and raw. Then she used her sharp fingernails to dig into my nipples. Her buttocks suffocated me, leaving me too weak to even cry out in pain. After she finished, she went to eat lunch, ordering me to kneel on the washboard. After she finished eating, she shouted in the living room, "Baka yarou! Come out and clean up, wash the dishes!" I quickly got up and went to the living room to collect and wash the dishes. Seeing that Mrs. Tamura didn't seem to want me to eat lunch, I could only endure the hunger.

In the afternoon, this mature, voluptuous, and robust woman stripped down to her bra and narrow panties, lay sprawled on the living room sofa, and ordered me to massage her legs and feet. I was to massage her from her shoulders to her waist, hips, then her full, rounded thighs, calves, and feet, alternating between them, for a full three hours. After the massage, she asked me to bring in a foot basin so I could wash her feet and trim her toenails. Each foot wash took half an hour. After that, she took a plain steamed bun from the kitchen, tore it into pieces, threw it into the foot basin, and said to me, "Eat it all, don't leave any, finish it all, and don't use your hands. Lie down and eat it. You have five minutes!" I immediately lay down and finished the entire basin of offal soup in five minutes. After I finished, this fierce woman took a short rope and tightly bound my penis. She said, "Don't digest it all right away, leave it in your stomach and savor it." After I finished eating, she grabbed my hair and pushed me into the toilet, saying, "Go! Go kneel on the washboard."

In the evening, Yuki came back, and as usual, I changed her shoes, brought her water to wash her feet, and washed them. After Yuki changed out of her dirty clothes, she staggered over, sat down, and dipped her foot into the basin. She then pulled her foot back, kicked me in the face, and said, "Damn it! The water's so hot! Are you trying to scald me?" I quickly added some cold water for her. After washing Yuki's feet, she pointed to the basin and said to me, "Drink it!" I pleaded with Yuki, "The lady of the house in the city already gave me a whole basinful; I really can't drink anymore." Upon hearing this, Yuki slapped me several times across the face without a word, yelling, "You have to drink it whether you like it or not! If you don't, you'll suffer!" Mrs. Tamura, standing nearby, laughed and said, "Alright, alright, let him go to the toilet and then drink it." Mrs. Tamura then... The rope on my penis was untied. After I finished urinating, I had no choice but to lie down next to Yuki's foot basin and continue drinking the water from her feet. I drank half of it but still couldn't finish. Mrs. Tamura brought over a plastic bucket and said to Yuki, "Pour it here. He'll drink from here from now on." Yuki said, "Of course, not including our urine." Yuki glared at me, kicked my head, and shouted, "Pour it in and put it in the toilet."

When we had dinner, Yumi also came home. The three of them, mother and daughters, chatted while eating. I could only lie under the table and take turns massaging their calves and feet. Under the table were all plump, white thighs of women. I couldn't tell which foot belonged to which city lady. The three shrewish women chatted at the table, their conversation revolving around how they could torture me to their satisfaction. "I love having a dog at home, playing with it every day, I never get tired of it." "That's right! Yuki is so filial to you, that's why she found you this slave." "But don't think it's just me enjoying it all, I think this kid is most afraid of you, Mrs. Tamura." "I think he's most afraid of you. Every day when I go to work, he's so reluctant to leave me. When you call him, he trembles." "In short, he's afraid of you. I'm the one who brought him home. So vain! Hey," Yuki kicked me and said, "Crawl out and go buy me a pack of cigarettes." I crawled out from under the table, puzzled, and took the 12 yuan Yuki gave me. She said, "Buy a pack of menthol Moor cigarettes, that's the money, hurry back." I felt strange, weren't they afraid I would run away again? I put on Yumi's pajamas, grabbed the 12 yuan, and stepped out of the house. At the entrance of the residential area, a plump neighbor pointed at me and shouted, "Quick! Grab him! This is Yuki's son-in-law. He's run away again!" Several idle men and women who were relaxing at the entrance rushed forward and grabbed me. I was about to scream when one of the women punched me, knocking me unconscious. I realized they had dragged me back without saying a word.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the tatami mat in front of Yuki's bed, with Mrs. Tamura and Yuki's four feet pressing on my chest. Yuki was chuckling and slapping my face with her feet, saying, "Awake! You idiot! What good are you? You're only good for staying at home like a slave. If you go out, the neighbors will catch you. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, someone will still catch you. Is that right?" "Exactly!" Yumi, standing to the side, stretched her foot over my vulva and frantically rubbed my glans with her toes. I cried out in terror, "You're the ones who sent me out to buy cigarettes! I didn't run away!" Yuki laughed and said, "That's right! I sent you to buy cigarettes, not you. But think about it, why is it that as soon as you step out the door, someone sends you home?" I was speechless. Mrs. Tamura kicked me in the stomach and said, "Don't even mention you didn't run away. Even if I wanted to let you go, I couldn't. Everyone knows you're a good-for-nothing slave of the Yuki family. As soon as you step out the door, someone watches over you and sends you back to my house." Yuki laughed and said, "So, you'd better be a slave in my house wholeheartedly. Running away isn't an option." "It's possible, you can only beg the mistress to treat you well. Otherwise, you're doomed. Understand?" I quickly replied, "Understood." Yumi was still lewdly and rubbing my penis head rapidly and desperately with a wicked grin. I couldn't resist any longer, and a stream of semen gushed out, all of it shooting onto Mrs. Tamura's calves. Mrs. Tamura was furious, kicking me several times and cursing, "You filthy bastard, lick it off!" I had no choice but to hold Mrs. Tamura's strong, plump calves and lick all the semen off. While I was licking the semen, Mrs. Tamura was still not satisfied and kept twisting my body wildly, while Yumi stomped on my back. Yuki said from the side, "Alright, I'm going to sleep now. You're my lap cushion today, come with me to the bedroom." Mrs. Tamura kicked me away with her heel: "Get out!" I followed Yuki into her bedroom, where Yuki told me to lie face down on her bed. She placed her two smooth, plump, white thighs on my back. Yuki was relatively well-behaved, and except for making me urinate twice in the middle of the night, she slept soundly the whole time. I was also exhausted from the past few days, and although my nipples, which had been chafed raw by the shrewish woman, were throbbing painfully, I also drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Yuki went to work. I slept a little better than usual. Yumi and Mrs. Tamura were home. I wondered what these three shrewish women would do to torment me every day. As usual, I did the housework that Mrs. Tamura and Yumi had given me, working until noon. Mrs. Tamura and Yumi had finished lunch, and Yumi, with a sinister smile, told me to lie down on the carpet in the living room. She and Mrs. Tamura brought out chairs and sat at my head and feet, respectively. My heart sank. I thought: I'm doomed. This afternoon, they're going to torture me to exhaustion again. Mrs. Tamura placed her feet on my face and ordered, "Lick my feet!" Yumi pulled down my pants and placed her feet on my scrotum, her nimble toes playing with my penis. After a while, Yumi said, "Look at this bastard, the pubic hair has grown back, making my feet itchy. I'll go get a razor and shave it off!" Yumi took a razor and roughly shaved off the ring of pubic hair that had just grown back. While I was still licking Mrs. Tamura's fat feet, Yumi's feet started playing with my penis again until I ejaculated. After ejaculating, Yumi and Mrs. Tamura would take turns, making me lick the semen on Yumi's feet while Mrs. Tamura continued to play with my penis with her feet, ejaculating again, then taking turns again. This went on for five or six times that afternoon, until I passed out. I felt completely driven to a mental breakdown by these mother and daughter. Death was only a matter of time. I didn't even dare to entertain the thought of escaping.

At night, Yumi, Yuki, and Mrs. Tamura would collectively "train" me, taking turns using me as their lap cushion. Sometimes, while the three of them sat on the sofa watching TV, I would lie on the tatami mat as their footstool.

Recently, Mrs. Tamura and the others noticed I was exhausted; no matter how they tortured me, I couldn't get an erection or ejaculate. They beat me quite a bit, but it was no use. Yuki said to her mother and sister, "It seems he really needs to rest for a while." "Also, he needs some nutrition to boost his virility," Yumi added. Mrs. Tamura angrily cursed, "You bastard! You're going to waste my money! I can let you rest, but you still have to do the housework, and you still have to eat, understand?" I nodded.

These past few days, aside from doing heavy housework and taking care of the mother and her three children, I haven't experienced as much other torment. However, I've been feeling dizzy, have tinnitus, toothache, and weak legs. My mother-in-law in the city makes me eat sweet pig's trotter soup every day, saying it's an aphrodisiac. This rich, fatty soup is making me feel very uncomfortable, but it's the best treatment I've received since entering the Yuki family. Every evening, after I wash Mrs. Tamura's feet, she makes me drink some of the foot bath water, saying, "My foot bath water is much more nourishing than Yuki's and Yumi's." I rested like this for a week, but there was still no improvement. Mrs. Tamura, desperate for comfort, tied me up completely at night and threw me under her bed, saying it was to prevent me from masturbating at night. But Mrs. Tamura herself is completely naked as soon as she enters the bedroom. She walked around in front of me without any restraint. She had just bought a new set of exercise equipment in her bedroom, and every night she would exercise naked in front of me. The last exercise she did was leg workouts and stretching. For this exercise, she made me stand straight, with Mrs. Tamura's feet on top of my head, her entire strong, plump, white thigh spread wide in front of me. I dared not look. Mrs. Tamura said with a grin, "Tired? You better hold on a bit, I'm going to rest for two hours, then I'll switch to my left leg."

That night, Mrs. Tamura was fast asleep, snoring. I was dragged awake. When I opened my eyes, it was Yumi, gritting her teeth, dragging me into her bedroom. After dragging me into her bedroom, she warned me fiercely, "Don't make a sound! If you make a sound, I'll kill you!" Yumi squatted down next to me, told me to open my mouth, poured a few pills into my mouth, and then urinated into my mouth. Then she turned off the light and got into bed. I was completely confused. Lying on the tatami in her bedroom, I couldn't sleep. After about half an hour, I felt waves of tingling and itching all over my body, and my glans suddenly became erect. My heart was boiling, but I was bound by hemp rope and couldn't move. I felt an intense sexual desire that I couldn't release, and I was in agony. Yumei lay on the bed and said coldly, "What? Can't take it anymore? I'll let you go." Yumei got up, turned on the light, and, completely naked, knelt down and gently teased my erect glans with her round nipples. She wouldn't let my glans touch it, making me unbearably itchy all over. Yumei then took a jar, opened the lid, and poured a jar full of loaches into my vagina. The wriggling, slippery loaches wriggled in my vagina, and Yumei laughed heartily. I, on the other hand, was tingling and itchy all over, and finally couldn't help but say, "Sister, please spare me!" Yumei ignored me and went to wake up her mother-in-law and Yuki from the city. She proudly boasted to them that she had cured my debilitating rash. Mrs. Tamura and Yuki watched as I, like a bunch of mudfish, thrashed about on my erect penis. They clapped and laughed, "Great! Baka yaru, you've finally opened your teeth!" Mrs. Tamura couldn't wait to drag me to the bathroom, quickly rinsed my genitals, and then straddled my erect penis, inserting herself into her clitoris and thrusting wildly. After dozens of thrusts, I still hadn't ejaculated. Mrs. Tamura kept saying how satisfying it was. Then Yumi also started thrusting dozens of times. This woman was really amazing; she stopped suddenly just as I was about to ejaculate. When Yuki came on top of her, she touched me, and my semen gushed out like a fountain. Yuki's vagina was covered in slippery semen. Yuki flew into a rage and cursed, "You bastard! You can't even handle your own wife's advances? I'll teach you a lesson!" Yuki raised his foot and stomped hard on my lower abdomen and genitals, stomping dozens of times before grabbing a wet cloth and whipping me mercilessly. Yumi, standing nearby, lewdly laughed and said, "Fine, I'll treat him again tomorrow, and then you can enjoy him first!"

Thus began my long period of discipline. I was tortured to the point of being skin and bones by the three women, while my three city mistresses were strong and sexually voracious, devising all sorts of bizarre and cruel methods to torture and gang rape me every day.

That night, Yumi wanted to try something new. She said to her mother and sister, "Tonight, the three of us will sleep in one bedroom, and we'll call in this stinking slave to serve us!" Mrs. Tamura glared at me fiercely, "You better hold on tonight! Go to my bedroom and get the exercise equipment." That night, the three mistresses led me into the bedroom. Mrs. Tamura first made me kneel down. The three mistresses stripped naked in kimonos and exercised on the gym equipment. Yuki yelled at me, "You filthy slave! Come here and wipe your mistresses' sweat." I took turns wiping them down. After they finished exercising, Yuki pointed to the sweat on the gym equipment and told me, "Lick it all up!" After I finished, the three mistresses got into bed. Mrs. Tamura told me to take turns massaging their thighs until they were satisfied. Then Yumi told me to lie across the bed, using the three mistresses as a leg pad. Six thick, fat, white thighs pressed heavily on my body. Yumi's thighs pressed against my face and nose, suffocating me. When I moved my face away, one of the mistresses pinched me painfully. These three crazy women exploited me like this every day. I thought it would be better if this kind of life ended sooner. One night, I deliberately struggled under the mistresses' fat legs and shouted, "Kill me!! I don't want to live anymore!" Mrs. Tamura glared at me angrily. They kicked me off the bed, and Yumi and Yuki jumped off fiercely. The two sisters straddled me, looking at me with lewd and sly smiles, saying, "Kid, you want to die? You don't want to enjoy this kind of life anymore? You're rebelling!" Yumi then slapped me repeatedly, while Yuki pinched my penis and squeezed my testicles. Mrs. Tamura sat on the bed and cursed, "You brat, you bastard! You dog slave! You want to die? You can die. But I won't let you die so easily! I'll slowly torment you. Let's see if you dare to try to kill yourself again! Yuki, tie him up!" The two sisters tied me up tightly with hemp rope, making me look like a meat dumpling. Mrs. Tamura jumped off the bed, grabbed a wet washcloth, and slapped my chest repeatedly. I rolled on the ground in pain. Yuki and Yumi, one using her thighs to clamp my head, the other pressing my feet down with her buttocks, while Mrs. Tamura beat my body mercilessly. The three shrewish women beat me unconscious.

When I woke up, I found myself hanging upside down on the exercise equipment. Yumei had placed a recliner in front of me, smiling as she said, "Awake, you stinking slave! Good! Now I'll let you die slowly. Didn't you want to die?" Yumei moved a brazier of charcoal in front of me. She was only wearing a pair of briefs, completely naked, and leisurely lay on the recliner, lighting a thin mole cigarette and slowly exhaling smoke rings. While playing with my lips with her toes, she used tongs to pick up a piece of burning charcoal and held it towards my body. I screamed in terror for mercy. Mrs. Tamura and Yuki, lying on the sofa, chuckled and said, "Don't talk about sparing your life. Weren't you just trying to kill yourself?" I struggled and cried out, "Mistress, please spare me! I'll never dare to resist again." Yumi burned me with the charcoal fire. "Sizzle!" A burnt smell filled the air. She said, "You'd better die slowly. If you don't want to live a good life here, then you'll suffer a piecemeal death!" I begged her not to burn me. Mrs. Tamura asked me, "Don't you want to die?" I begged for mercy. Mrs. Tamura said, "Then will you try to kill yourself again?" I begged the three of them, "No! Please, mistress." Yumi said, "Alright! Lick my feet." She put her foot to my mouth as I hung upside down. "Use all your strength to lick my big toe! Don't stop!"

From then on, I completely lost the will to resist. Whenever I saw the mistress, I would collapse to the ground in fear. Whenever I heard the mistress's shouts, I would tremble all over. I lived like a frightened little mouse in the house. The moment the mistress glared at me, I would immediately kneel at their feet, frantically squeezing their toes. I did whatever they told me to do, and even if they didn't tell me what to do, I would still try my best to stay at their feet. During the day at home, I was at Mrs. Tamura's beck and call, doing this and that. If I didn't comply at all, I would be abused by Mrs. Tamura. After beating me, she would use her big toes to rub several sensitive spots on my body. If I didn't react out of fear, this shrew would stomp on my testicles and say that since I didn't react, she would make me a eunuch. When Yumi and Yuki returned at night, I had to deal with their torment again. One day, Yumi said, "You brat, tonight I'll give you an intelligence test." Yumi blindfolded me with her bra, held my ears, and made me crawl into their bedroom. Yumi said, "You brat! There's a pile of the mistresses' bras, panties, and socks in front of you. Pick one out with your mouth, sniff it, and guess which mistress it belongs to. If you guess correctly, you get a reward! If you can't, you're punished!" That night, I completed my training under their whips, rattan canes, and shoe soles. Late at night, the Tamura women used me as a leg pad. Mrs. Tamura pinched my nipples, Yumi rubbed my glans, and Yuki made me lick her inner thigh. We all drifted off to sleep.

The endless torture and long years of slavery made me live worse than a dog. One afternoon, Mrs. Tamura heard Yuki say that licking the inside of her thighs felt good, and she wanted to try it too. "Kneel down!" Mrs. Tamura commanded me. After I knelt down, Mrs. Tamura took off her nightgown, revealing two plump white legs. She swayed to my side, straddled my shoulders, and clamped my head between her legs, ordering me to lick the inside of her thighs. Below, she desperately rubbed my glans with her big toes. After licking the right leg to her satisfaction, she switched to the left. I ejaculated all over the floor. After licking Mrs. Tamura to her satisfaction, she made me lie down and lick up all the semen I had ejaculated. At night, Yumi did the same thing. In the dead of night, I had to lick Yuki. After a long period of torment, I became skin and bones, while my three mistresses, enjoying my service, grew increasingly mature and robust, plump and fair-skinned. They were all full of energy, and I was no match for them. I dared not escape, and I had no strength to resist. They could knock me down with a single slap or a kick. They exploited me like an eagle catching a chick. One day, Yumi was upset outside and took it out on me when she got home. She pulled me from between Mrs. Tamura's legs, kicked me to the ground, made me drink her urine, and then stuffed her socks into my mouth. She took off her clothes and skirt and started kicking me. Now, when they beat me, I didn't even have the strength to resist; I just kept begging for mercy. After she vented her anger, Mrs. Tamura dragged me back. Mrs. Tamura said, "We're not done yet," and she spread her legs, clamping me between them: "Continue!" Yumi, still angry, continued kicking me while telling her mother, "I got a ticket for driving today! My driver's license is suspended." Mrs. Tamura said, "If you can't drive to work, stay home and keep me company." These past two days, Mrs. Tamura and Yumi have been entertaining me at home every day, with all sorts of tricks. Yumi, in particular, doesn't like watching TV; whenever she has free time, she likes to lie in bed and enjoy my services and massages. Yumi also likes to soak in the bathtub for most of the day, making me kneel beside the tub and scrub her entire body. In the evenings, Mrs. Tamura likes to soak her feet in a wooden foot bath, placing a kettle of boiling water beside her, and having me scrub her feet while she reclines in a chair reading a novel. If the scrubbing isn't comfortable, Mrs. Tamura kicks me to the ground and beats me with a wet foot towel. That night, Mrs. Tamura, Yumi, and Yuki were all on top of me in the bedroom. I was exhausted from their torment when the doorbell rang. Mrs. Tamura, annoyed, answered angrily, "Who is it?!" A woman's voice replied from outside, "Is Miss Han Yi here? I'm from the traffic police. I'm here to deliver your driver's license." Yumi immediately replied, "Oh, yes, I'll open the door right away, please wait a moment." Yumi kicked me in the chest and shouted, "Lie still!" Mrs. Tamura smiled and said to the girl, "You go and deal with her first..." "Here we come!" Mrs. Tamura straddled my face, her legs spread wide. "Come on! Lick it as hard as you can, don't stop." Yuki then quickly pinched and rubbed my glans with her foot. I heard Yumi talking to the police in the living room outside the bedroom. I thought I had been saved, so I struggled desperately to move my mouth away from Mrs. Tamura's crotch and shouted with all my might, "Police, help me!!!" This shout startled Mrs. Tamura and Yuki. They quickly jumped up and put on their pajamas. I struggled to rush out of the bedroom and into the living room. Where were the police? Only Yumi was standing in the living room organizing the documents in her hands. Yumi was also frightened by my sudden action, but she quickly reacted, kicked me to the ground, and asked me sharply, "Baka yarou! You want to call the police?" I immediately protested, "No, no!!" Mrs. Tamura and Yuki rushed out of the bedroom and beat me with the soles of their shoes. I was so scared that I fainted.

When I woke up, I found myself strapped to an exercise machine in a spread-eagle position. Mrs. Tamura cursed at me viciously, "You filthy slave! You dare call the police? Call the police again!" She continued to poke my mouth with a needle, yelling, "You filthy slave! I'm going to cut your tongue out today!" Yumi immediately stopped her mother, saying, "Hey! The tongue is our sex toy, we can't cut it out." Yuki said, "That's right, let's try another method." Mrs. Tamura took a red-hot iron rod from the charcoal brazier and stabbed it into the soles of my feet. I screamed in agony. "Still dare to call the police?" Yumi patted my face. "I won't dare again!" I cried and begged, "Mistress! Spare me! Mistress, spare me!" "We've spared you many times already, how about this time? Tell me!" Yumi twisted and wrung my penis. I immediately said, "From today onwards, I'm your slave to the end, I'll never resist again." Mrs. Tamura slapped me a few times with a wet cloth, then said, "Starting tomorrow, the 'Tamura Queen Club' will be open. I've recruited over 20 queen members. They come back to our house every day to play with you, their male slave. You shouldn't be idle anymore, stay home and earn money to support yourself." I fainted when I heard Mrs. Tamura's words.

From then on, I began a long and miserable life in the Tamura household. Every day, besides receiving all sorts of queens for training, I did housework under Mrs. Tamura's command. Whenever a queen came to seek pleasure, I had to serve her wholeheartedly. If the client was not satisfied with my service, I would be abused by the three mistresses of the house. The women who came seeking pleasure were of all kinds. There were housewives who had long suffered abuse from their husbands, and they took their anger out on me, beating me mercilessly. There were middle-aged women with excessively strong sexual desires who used me to release their lust. Even several old women came together, also using me for their own lust. These old women, all covered in flabby flesh, relentlessly squeezed and suffocated me, then took me in a car to their mansions to play with. Ugh! Disgusting! Why weren't there any beautiful young women?! Later I realized that most of the Japanese queens were middle-aged women or even old women. My miserable days were over!

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