Upper-class secret training school

It was finally the afternoon of the weekend, and filled with excitement and anticipation, I hurriedly packed my files in the office.
The phone rang, and amidst the busyness, I tucked the receiver over my shoulder and talked while working.
"Honey, it's almost time. How's your work?" It was my husband's voice on the other end.
My name is Amy, and I'm a lawyer. My husband's name is Tony, and he's also a lawyer.
We met in college and dated passionately for three years. After graduation, thanks to Tony's connections, I got a job at this law firm. When I started working, Tony and I were already living together, and a year later, we officially registered our marriage. For
the first two years of our marriage, our relationship was stable, and we were always very loving. However, our sex life began to become somewhat bland. We had been sexually active in college and started trying different sexual activities while living together.
Perhaps due to the pressure of our professions, after only two or three years, we wanted to find some new excitement to spice things up.
Six months ago, Tony learned about a private club on the East Coast of the United States through a friend's introduction, and he suggested to me that we attend to increase the spice of our sex life. We discussed it for a long time and even contacted the club.
However, because I was a little scared, I hesitated to agree, but in the end, I couldn't resist his persistent pleading, and we finally reached an agreement. During the club's activities, we were to be open-minded and not talk about it afterwards so as not to affect our relationship, which Tony strongly agreed with.
The club's screening seemed very rigorous; after we submitted our information, we had to wait more than three months for a response.
"Almost done, can you pick me up in twenty minutes?"
"Okay, see you in a bit."
After getting everything ready, Tony came to my office, and we left the company hand in hand to go to the airport.
After arriving at the airport, we went to the agreed-upon location to meet our friend.
"Tony, Amy, over here!"
A beautiful dark-haired woman named Mary called us, and next to her was her husband, Peter.
Peter was our college classmate and also our best friend; he also worked in the legal field. His wife, Mary, was his high school classmate, so we had known each other since college. Mary herself is a dentist.
When we made our decision, we also invited them to join us, and the club made special arrangements so that both of us could attend the monthly gathering for the first time at the same time.
After completing the airport procedures, we boarded the plane together and headed to this long-awaited place.
We arrived at the airport on the East Coast early Saturday morning. After having breakfast at the airport, we arrived at the club after a three-and-a-half-hour drive, arriving at noon.
Led by the club staff, we met the president in the luxurious reception room.
Another couple was already waiting in the reception room.
"Hello everyone, my name is Eve Joman, and I am the president of this club. It's a pleasure to meet
you all." Everyone began to introduce themselves. The couple who arrived earlier, the man was named John, who was slightly thin and had a somewhat effeminate appearance; the woman was named Kyoko, a beautiful Japanese woman. They were about our age, and both of them were doctors.
"First of all, congratulations on successfully passing the association's approval. Here is a legally binding consent form, for both men and women. Please take a look. If there are no problems, sign it, and you will be official members of the association."
The six of us simultaneously picked up the consent form. The content was roughly that we must keep all secrets of the association's activities confidential and not disclose other members' information.
The three men quickly signed, but the three of us women exchanged glances.
The reason was a statement at the end of the consent form: female members would be assigned to act as slaves during the gatherings, temporarily losing all human rights and belonging solely to the association and all members. They would also be subject to their commands and use, including various sexual toys and intercourse. Clearly, as first-time attendees, we would be assigned to the role of slaves for this gathering.
I subconsciously glanced at Peter, my old classmate and good friend, knowing that if I signed the document, one day I would become his short-term sex slave, allowing this friend to sexually humiliate me to his heart's content.
As the three men watched their wives blush and feel embarrassed, lewd smiles crept onto their lips.
Before the game even began, we already sensed what was to come.
Under their "coaxing," we could only reluctantly sign our names, each with our own hidden thoughts.
"Very good, welcome to the group. Since this is the first time for the three ladies, we have arranged for you to serve as female slaves at the start of tonight's banquet. Now, gentlemen, please return to the counter to check into your member rooms, while the three ladies, please proceed to the slave waiting room."
Ten minutes later, Eve personally led the three poor little kittens to the waiting room, where two other women were already waiting.
They introduced themselves: one was named Angie, an accountant; the other Anna, a senior executive.
They weren't as beautiful as us, but women who know how to take care of themselves and maintain their beauty are usually quite attractive in a wealthy life. Both of them were on duty as slaves, and this was their fourth or fifth time.
"From this moment forward, you are officially the female slaves of this association until the end of tomorrow's gathering. You have no specific jobs; your duties will depend on the situation and the needs of the VIPs, but the only requirement is absolute obedience. Of course, we will also require all members to be responsible for your personal safety. Once you understand, go and thoroughly clean yourselves, then put on these outfits. The clothes you brought will remain here for now. The banquet begins at five o'clock, and you will serve as female slave waitresses."
The three of us picked up several colorful "outfits," and for a moment, we, newcomers, were so ashamed we wanted to disappear into a hole. The "outfits" were of different colors, but all were bright red and purple.
The upper body was covered by a one-piece tank top, but it was clearly shortened. The tank top exposed both arms, and the slit at the chest was cut more than two inches in the middle, greatly exposing the upper body. The bottom half of their shirts 　　was incredibly
short; not only did they fail to cover their navels and abdomens, but the length also failed to fully conceal their large breasts. If they raised their hands, half of one breast would be visible underneath. They wore ridiculously short pleated skirts that barely covered their buttocks; if they bent over, their buttocks and genitals would be completely exposed. 　　Seeing our stunned expressions, Angie and Anna offered a wry smile and comforted us, then led us to the adjacent public bathhouse. 　　This bathhouse had no partitions, was entirely white, and only had five or six hot and cold water switches and showerheads on the walls. In the corner of the room was a large red tub, clearly for relieving ourselves. 　　In this bathhouse, which was probably worse than a prison, the five of us showered naked and embarrassingly relieved ourselves in the tub. After a three-and-a-half-hour drive, we couldn't care less about shame. 　　Half an hour later, we returned to the waiting room to get dressed and wait.

Over the next few hours, Eve had a black employee named Ruya bring us some liquid food for lunch, along with some cosmetics for touch-ups. Then she began explaining the work and rules to the three of us newbies. During this time, Ruya made no attempt to hide his stares at us, and we could only stand there shyly, letting him feast his eyes. Around
four o'clock, Ruya led us to the club's banquet hall and handed us over to the manager in charge.
The manager, named Fas, looked to be in his forties, a typical restaurant owner with a large belly, a mustache, a big red nose, and a pair of small, slightly cunning eyes.
"Is this the one?" Fas's contemptuous gaze swept over us.
"This is it. I have to go back, so I'm leaving this to you. Hehe... Three of them are newbies, so you'd better keep them in line."
"Of course, I'll keep them in line. Hehehe..." The two men's tone was frivolous and lewd; they were truly annoying guys.
After Ruya left, Phos glanced at us, then his gaze fell on Kyoko. He walked up to her and, without a word, grabbed her breast with his large, rough hand.
"Whoa!" Kyoko screamed and backed away in fright.
"What are you doing?! Didn't Ruya explain your job to you?"
In fact, Ruya had indeed said that we waitresses here would be openly harassed and groped by VIPs without being able to resist, but we hadn't fully processed it yet. Besides, the one harassing Kyoko was just a restaurant manager; it was really hard for us upper-class people to accept.
After being scolded by Phos, Kyoko dared not resist anymore and could only let this fat, lecherous worm do as he pleased.
"What's your name? What's your nationality? What was your original profession?"
"I...I'm called Kyoko...Japanese...I was a doctor."
"Originally a beautiful Japanese masseuse...lost her senses...hahahaha..."
Phos lewdly laughed as he vigorously rubbed Kyoko's breasts. His other hand began to explore her genitals.
Hearing their conversation, we, along with Kyoko herself, felt a deep sense of sympathy and pity. What should have been a noble, proud, and honorable profession had now become a tool for ridicule and humiliation.
"Hahaha... This is my first time encountering a Japanese woman. Although her breasts aren't very big, they feel alright. Her little hole seems narrower than our women's. Looks like I'll have to fuck you sometime later."
Right in front of the three of us, Fas lewdly insulted Kyoko for several minutes, then directed us to start setting up the venue.
After 5 PM, the banquet hall opened, and the VIPs began to enter.
There were twelve tables in the hall, with approximately 120 to 140 guests.
Fas deliberately didn't assign us tasks, requiring the five of us to take turns serving at each table.
We, the five beautiful and mature women, dressed in revealing waitress uniforms that were more alluring than nudity, moved between different tables, our bodies constantly being groped. However, since all the guests were highly educated individuals, they strictly adhered to the club's rules, only allowing looking and touching, nothing more.
But they were quite adept at playing tricks, frequently asking us to tidy the flower baskets in the center of the table, and often pretending to accidentally drop things on the ground for us to pick up. This completely exposed our low necklines and short skirts, leaving no room for concealment. Our entire breasts and nipples were easily visible from our chests, and below, our large, white buttocks were constantly being exposed, providing a feast for the eyes of both male and female guests.
I was led to a table closest to the banquet hall stage, and as I approached, I discovered that Tony and Peter were seated there.
"Amy, come and pour me a drink." That wretched Peter openly ordered me around!
I pouted and walked over to Peter, carefully pouring him a drink, when his hand immediately slipped inside my skirt.
I glanced awkwardly at Tony, who was casually watching the other waitresses with a half-smile.
Peter's hand first touched my vulva, but surprisingly, his fingers only lingered at the entrance a few times before moving away. Then his large hand began to grope my buttocks.
"Ah... Amy's buttocks are more and more beautiful the more I look at them. I've wanted to touch them properly like this for years!"
Actually, I'm quite confident in my appearance and figure, especially my buttocks, which I'm most proud of.
Tony has long praised my very attractive buttocks, with high, smooth, and firm flesh, and a very beautiful curve.
As my hand trembled slightly while pouring the wine, Peter had already begun to explore my anus in my cleft.
"The wine is full, Mr. Peter..."
Peter, who was finally about to explore my long-awaited little anus, looked at me with reluctant and unwilling eyes.
I was only a little embarrassed by Peter, but I only had a good impression of him and didn't dislike him. Seeing his expression, I couldn't help but feel apologetic and even hoped to give him more opportunities to violate me.
“Amy, please refill the glasses of the other gentlemen and ladies as well.”
It was my dearest husband, Tony, sitting beside me!
I knew he wanted Peter to fulfill his wish quickly, and perhaps he also wanted to annoy me. I sighed inwardly.
“Yes, Mr. Tony.” I began to fill the glasses of the guests on either side.
After Peter thanked Tony, he inserted his finger into my anus.
Because of Tony's enema treatment, my anus was easily penetrated, and he easily inserted the first joint of his finger into my rectum.
Having filled the glasses of the guests on either side, I began to refill the glasses of those sitting further away.
As I bent over to refill, my collar opened wide, revealing my two large breasts to several guests sitting opposite me. But the worst part was that the bent-over position raised my buttocks, making it easier for Peter to penetrate me, and the raised short skirt made his violation fully visible to everyone.
As I felt humiliated and pleasured, Peter's second joint of his finger pushed in.
"Ah!" I gasped softly, but the guests seemed to enjoy my expression and embarrassment even more.
"The flowers seem a bit messy, please fix them," a noble lady ordered me in a semi-commanding tone.
"Ha...yes...um...Madam..." Harassed by Peter, the once eloquent and beautiful lawyer could barely speak.
Peter's fingers were fully inserted, digging and probing into my rectum.
"Tony, Amy's anus seems to have been opened up, have you used it?"
"Hehehe...of course I've used it, such a beautiful ass, it would be a waste not to use it."
The two of them chatted amiably while humiliating me, making me feel like my self-esteem had been severely damaged, but waves of pleasure surged from deep within my anus, causing me to sway my hips slightly in response to Peter's fingers.
I glanced at Mary in the distance; she looked at me with an incredibly complicated expression, and I could only return a bitter smile.
After quickly arranging the flowers, I playfully kissed Peter, then made a face at Tony and ran away, ignoring their bewildered expressions.
An hour later, the banquet officially began. The five of us waitresses served the guests dinner, while the hateful Tony and Peter took turns calling Mary and me to entertain them. When everyone had almost finished eating, Eve called us to a side room. She ordered several women to dress us in luxurious evening gowns and do our heavy makeup, after which it was time for the entertainment.
The lights in the banquet hall dimmed, but the stage lights came on. The five of us, each wearing a different colored, elegant evening gown, walked from backstage to the front. At this moment, applause erupted from the audience, setting the stage for the adult performance that was about to begin
.
The five of us lined up in a row, with me on the far right. It seemed I would be the grand finale.
"Distinguished guests, welcome to tonight's gathering. Now, let's begin the most exciting program of the evening. These five are our female slaves tonight, three of whom are new members, and one is a Japanese lady. Please give them a warm round of applause!"
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, but we didn't know whether to be happy or sigh.
"Since we have three newcomers tonight, let's let everyone 'get to know' them properly."
Hearing Eve's words, most of the audience chuckled lewdly.
"The first one is a returning member, Anna. She works as an executive at a large corporation. Anna, please step forward."
Anna took three steps forward.
"Now, take off your evening gown."
Anna began to slowly but rhythmically remove her bright pink evening dress. Her movements were full of beauty, even I, as a woman, felt ashamed of my own.
With the gown removed, her naked female body was revealed. Anna's snow-white body, on the stage, under the spotlights, and in front of more than a hundred people, was strangely alluring. Under the lights, the woman's body revealed delicate and shapely lines: her white breasts, light brown nipples, full and fleshy but not swollen waist, thick pubic hair, and long legs were all completely exposed to the guests.
"Anna, turn around and spread your legs, then bend over."
Naked, Anna turned around, spreading her legs wide and bending over, revealing her vulva and anus to the audience under the lights.
Eve walked to Anna's side and used her hands to spread Anna's vulva wide open, allowing the guests to see all of Anna's secrets. But this wasn't the main event. Eve skillfully teased Anna's vulva with her fingers, exaggeratingly pulling her ample buttocks to the left and right, fully protruding her embarrassing anus for the guests to admire.
The four of us watched Anna's expression of both shame and pleasure, our hearts pounding with a mixture of worry, fear, and anticipation.
Under Eve's lewd words and teasing, Anna was completely humiliated in less than five minutes. Her legs trembled visibly, and she was covered in sweat. Her vulva opened and closed repeatedly in front of the audience, constantly leaking erotic fluid. The fluid flowed down her legs, reflecting the lights and dazzlingly brightly. Anyone could see that Anna, this noble lady, had been completely aroused by her most primal desires.
"Anna, use your hands to separate your labia and keep this position."
Anna obediently parted her labia, keeping her vulva wide open for all to see.
"The second one is Angie, an accountant. Angie, please come forward."
On the stage, four women had now bent over, displaying their private parts to the audience.
Seeing Mary's furrowed brows from Eve's teasing, I knew it would soon be my turn. I looked anxiously at Tony in the nearest seat. He gave me an encouraging gesture, which only made me more fearful and ashamed. To be publicly humiliated and exposed in front of one's beloved husband is unbearable, no matter how open one is.
"Mary, use your hands to separate your vulva and maintain this beautiful but perverse pose." A round of applause and laughter erupted from the audience.
I stole a glance at Mary; her face held a blush, but no sign of pain. That bittersweet expression was incredibly sexy and captivating; it was the first time I'd ever seen her with such an expression.
"The last one is Amy, a top lawyer, a seasoned and powerful woman. Amy, please come forward."
I mustered my courage, took three steps forward, my heart pounding as I looked at the hundred-plus guests below, feeling a little dizzy.
A deep anguish welled up inside me. Why would a lawyer who reigns supreme in court come to this hellish place, becoming a sex slave, worse than a pig or a dog, enduring the humiliation of strangers, exposing her precious body to them, and ultimately offering her body for their gratification? What was the point of all this?
"Amy, take off your beautiful clothes and let everyone admire your true body hidden beneath your nobility."
After a slight daze, I gritted my teeth and slowly removed the gorgeous white evening gown I was wearing.
The white dress fluttered to the ground, revealing my naked body on the stage. I felt my heart race, my palms sweat, and my legs tremble slightly. This was the first time in my life that I had openly exposed my body naked in front of so many strangers.
"Amy, turn around, spread your legs, and bend over."
Hearing Amy's command, I felt no different from a sow waiting to be slaughtered.
When I fully exposed my genitals and anus to over a hundred pairs of eyes below the stage, I finally understood what that feeling was like: shame, sorrow, anger, regret, excitement, pleasure, sweetness…
The sound of Eve's approaching footsteps was like a countdown to a death sentence; I think it was more fear than anticipation…
“Amy, you have a very beautiful butt! Round and big. Everyone, look, this beautiful lawyer's place for defecating is also red and big, very beautiful!”
With mixed feelings, I suddenly felt a cold sensation lingering at the entrance of my vagina. It turned out that the culprit who had amused the four of them
to the point of near death was Eve's fingernails, and I would be the fifth. Her fingers changed direction, parting my pubic hair and opening my labia. My heart skipped a beat, feeling countless eyes like men's penises piercing into my vagina—what an intense voyeuristic effect!
Eve's fingers entered my secret place, discovering that my body was already in a state of arousal.
"How dare someone so lewd be a female lawyer?" Eve showed the audience my already wet vagina, waving her fingers, smeared with my fluids, at them.
I endured the humiliation I'd never experienced before, feeling like I was about to burst into tears, but unexpectedly, a strange pleasure and urge surged through my vagina, reaching my brain.
Frustrated, I realized the absurdity of the situation and instinctively used my professional knowledge to analyze it. All five of us were mature women, and in such an extreme environment, it was impossible for us all to be aroused in just a few minutes. The problem must be with Eve's fingers; most likely, her nails had been coated with some kind of aphrodisiac.
While I pondered this, this despicable woman had thoroughly explored my passage with her fingers several times. Under her probing, I suspected that every part of my vagina was coated with aphrodisiacs.
Eve's fingers left my still-spacious vagina and attacked my other vital area.
"Did you all know that this respected and beautiful lawyer has a very sensitive anus? She also likes to have men slap her ass hard while they're penetrating her anus!" A chorus of lewd laughter erupted from the audience.
I looked at Tony with a resentful gaze through my legs, but this time he retaliated by making a face at me.
"Smack!" Eve slapped my buttocks with one hand, while her other hand scratched and clawed at my anus.
The burning sensation inside my anus unfortunately confirmed my suspicions. And my anus was starting to react as well.
Eve seemed to enjoy teasing me. She knew I was getting aroused, but she only played around my anus, and the greatest satisfaction she could give me was from the spanking.
I knew my buttocks should be red and raw by now, but my aphrodisiac-induced anus continued to secrete lubrication, making my inner thighs glisten.
"Look closely, everyone. This lawyer, Amy, seems to really enjoy being spanked. Her juices are flowing non-stop; she has the potential to be a masochist! Amy, you shouldn't be a lawyer. I think you'd be happier if I turned you into a masochistic prostitute."
When it comes to undermining someone's confidence, Eve is probably better than me. At least I've already lost all my self-respect.
Eventually, the pain completely turned into pleasure, and I even shamelessly posed in front of everyone, begging her to spank me again—something I never expected.
"Amy, you open your peach too, maintain this position so everyone can see your rutting state."
The five of us were now just fleshy human-shaped exhibits for everyone to see, far worse than prostitutes on the street, lacking any semblance of highly educated professionals.
For us now, posing in a perverted and vulgar way for others to ogle wasn't the worst part; what really bothered us was the aphrodisiac constantly churning inside us.
Because we dared not disobey Eve's orders, we could only maintain this position with our legs spread wide, bent over, exposing our entire bottoms. But the lust Eve had aroused in us only grew stronger. All five mature female bodies had turned from white to red, and all five genitals were opening and closing in unison, with vaginal fluid flowing down to our ankles. Our extreme need made us so intense that even tears streamed down our faces. My body trembled, my temperature rose, and I thought that if Eve allowed it, I would definitely masturbate on the spot. Who cared if a hundred or even a million people were watching!
After turning the five of us into fleshy figures that anyone could fuck, Eve was still not satisfied. She invited a guest onto the stage and gave him a camera to film our private parts in close-up.
This time, Eve started with me. She spread my long-awaited, aroused hole wide open, and the guest filmed inside my vagina.
The large screen on the stage opened, and a close-up of my vagina appeared.
I finally couldn't hold back my tears!
As a woman, my most mysterious and dignified forbidden zone—this part of my body, which I myself had never seen before—was now being broadcast publicly, with strangers in the audience drinking fine wine and carefully observing everything inside my body. I finally understood the true meaning of sex slavery; indeed, there was no human rights or dignity whatsoever, far inferior to prostitutes, even to pigs and dogs.
My crying did not bring any improvement to my miserable experience; on the contrary, the guest filmed my face, which was covered in makeup from crying. The people in the audience laughed and enjoyed this tragic scene. To them, humiliating a beautiful and strong woman to the point of crying was probably just a source of amusement.
For the first time, I felt a surge of hatred for my husband, Tony, and began to doubt whether I was as cold-blooded as those so-called upper-class people in the audience.
Soon after, a close-up of my anus appeared on the screen. Through my blurry eyes, I saw that the more than one hundred guests in the audience, as well as the staff and that fat, lecherous Fass, had all stopped watching.
The intense humiliation combined with the torment of lust made me forget how long they played with me. I only know that during a period I will never forget, Eve filmed us until she had her fill before letting us stand up straight.
But the humiliation wasn't over yet. Eve ordered us to stand up straight, spread our legs, and use our hands to open our labia. We were strictly forbidden to close our eyes or utter a single word.
She then began calling up guests from each table in turn, allowing them to freely touch and play with our bodies.
Men and women came up, treating us like inanimate objects, kneading and squeezing us. Some even slapped our buttocks, genitals, and breasts. Our genitals were the worst affected area, dug up countless times by guests including Tony and Peter.
The most embarrassing moment was when Mary and I stood together and those two scoundrels switched partners to search us, leaving our breasts, vaginas, and anuses thoroughly exposed. That bastard Tony slapped Mary's breasts and clitoris in front of Peter, then forcefully pulled her nipples upwards.
But I wasn't much better off than Mary. Peter, not to be outdone, not only imitated Tony but also slapped me twice in public, forcefully pulling out my erect, plump clitoris and flicking it a few times with his fingers. That pervert Peter even forced his fingers, which he had just used on my anus, into my mouth. I never dreamed that Peter, who was always so friendly with me, would treat me like this.
We could only breathe a sigh of
relief after they left. When it was the last table's turn, a middle-aged woman skillfully aroused my burning body. She gently scratched and probed inside my vagina, and my body went wild from her gentle caresses. What was worse, her teasing of my clitoris sent waves of pleasure and ecstasy coursing through my body.
"Please be rougher," I blurted out in my dazed state.
Eve immediately approached me and slapped me three or four times without a word.
"You slut, who gave you permission to speak?"
"...I...I'm so sorry..."
Enraged, Eve dragged all five of us off the stage and then divided us into different groups. She ordered our hands cuffed behind our backs, then randomly assigned the other four to four male guests, while she personally attended to me.
She and the four guests treated us like children who had done something wrong, pressing our stomachs against their thighs, and then slapped our buttocks with a strange, soft, rubber-like object. During the slapping, they would occasionally force the handle of the rubber plate into our unsuspecting genitals.
After slapping us twenty or thirty times in front of everyone, Eve thrust the handle—which had been used to rape me multiple times—into my anus and stirred it around.
"Amy, I heard you seem to enjoy enemas, and coincidentally, I also enjoy giving enemas. Today, I'll satisfy your craving."
Good heavens! Tony even told Eve about the enema.
But for some reason, Eve seemed to particularly target me, something I really couldn't understand.
She pulled me up and called over a white employee and a black employee. The white employee grabbed my long hair, while the black employee gripped the handle attached to my body. After Eve told Fass that everyone could do whatever they wanted to Mary and the others, she and the two employees escorted me away from the venue.
After leaving, I knew that Mary and the others would definitely be humiliated and gang-raped, and my own fate depended on Eve's mood, but I could imagine it wouldn't be any better than theirs.
I didn't know where they were taking me, but along the way, I encountered at least five or six other staff members, and they all grabbed my breasts a few times as they passed by.
A few minutes later, I was dragged back into the bathhouse. While Eve and the black man were still playing with my handle, the white man found a water tap. The three of them worked together to forcefully insert the tap into my anus, pouring warm water into my rectum. (The level of knowledge in the 1980s wasn't up to par; this kind of enema was simply...)
As the excruciating pain shot through my stomach, the three of them kept fondling my body.
"Please... let me go to the toilet..." A large amount of warm water flowed inside my stomach, and the urge to defecate grew stronger and stronger.
"Toilet? This slave can use it here."
Eve ruthlessly pressed down on my stomach, and my urge to defecate surged forth.
"Ah... no..."
As I screamed, a stream of fecal water sprayed onto the ground.
Amidst the three men's cold laughter, I could only curl up and let my out-of-control anus vent its pent-up frustration, but at the same time, the sensuality within my body intensified.
The black man pulled my hair, forcing me to stand up. He pulled down his pants, revealing his large, black penis. The three men pulled me to the wall. The black man pressed me against the wall, my hands still locked behind my back, and thrust his black penis into my wet vagina. The anticipated pleasure and fullness sent a shiver down my spine. The black man pulled us away from the wall, and the white man, seemingly in perfect unison with the black man, thrust his red and white penis against my anus. Both my vaginas were now occupied by them.
A pang of pain shot through me. Tony's face flashed through my mind. This was the first time I had been unfaithful to him since we met, and I never imagined I would be raped by two men at once, with one of them being black.
Under their coordinated assault, I experienced an unparalleled fullness I had never felt before. The humiliation and pain I had felt earlier, as well as my only remorse towards Tony, gradually vanished with the relentless thrusting of their two large penises.
The slapping sounds of flesh colliding and the groans of the three men filled the entire bathhouse.
“Amy, do you remember who you are?”
“Ah…oh…I am…your…ah…your…slave…ya…”
“And who are the two people fucking your cunt and ass right now?”
“Ah…ya…they…are…Amy…oh…so good…they are…my masters…”
When the black man heard me call him master, he happily pressed his thick, large lips against mine, and his tongue entered my mouth, intertwining with mine.
“…Mmm…master…” I couldn’t help but call the black man master, and he deliberately drooled a lot of saliva into my mouth, which I greedily drank down.
“You two remember, the sow who is now willing to be your sex slave and let you fuck her to your heart’s content is a beautiful lawyer who is much higher in social class than you in daily life.”
The three of us were excited by Amy’s words, and at the same time, I was shocked by my own lewdness.
“Amy, now you have to keep saying, ‘Amy is the masters’ sow slave.’ Say it quickly!”
“Yes… ah… Amy… is the masters… ah… their… sow slave… Amy… ah… is the masters’ sow… ah… sow… slave… ah… Amy is the masters… ah… their…”
My consciousness was hazy, my body only knew to crave greater stimulation and pleasure. Following Eve’s orders, I kept admitting that I was a sow for the two masters.
They were excited by my words, and the thrusting of their lower bodies intensified, and my body felt an orgasm approaching.
“I… sow… am about to orgasm… sow is coming… ah…”
The three of us hugged each other tightly, their semen all entering my uterus and rectum, the intense orgasm making us merge into one in spirit and body.
“A female lawyer, is this all you’ve got…”
Before I lost consciousness, I heard Eve’s disappointed sigh, and I vaguely understood why she was targeting me.

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