slut Finnu

Finnu knelt on the ground, her buttocks raised, her back to the audience who were exhausted and unable to continue, exposing her wide-open vulva. She moaned in a plaintive voice, pleading with the audience to continue toying with her.

The audience felt helpless in the face of such blatant provocation. Although unwilling, out of chivalry and the rules of the game, those who hadn't been chosen naturally wouldn't go up, especially those who had, who were becoming increasingly useless, their time getting shorter and shorter. For the sake of face and their dignity, those who hadn't been chosen naturally wouldn't go up and humiliate themselves. It was a case of those who had been on stage wanting to but being powerless, and those who hadn't been on stage knowing what to do; all were helpless against the still-provoking Finnu. Just

as the men were racking their brains to salvage some dignity, the host's announcement of a special guest brought hope to the men in the audience—hope that this special guest could fill the bottomless pit of this vixen.

The special guest made a dazzling entrance amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd. It was impossible for him not to be dazzling; all the lights in the room went out instantly, leaving only one large lamp shining on him to emphasize his special status.

I immediately recognized this special guest as one of the men from the previous night, because of the large gold ring on his finger and the two obvious gunshot wounds on his arm and shoulder.

Looking at the naked guest, wearing only a white mask, with his muscular physique, the audience below murmured admiration and envy at his even more robust groin.

After waving to the audience, the special guest magically produced a long-spouted glass container from behind him, grabbed Fennu's hair, lifted his head, and forced the milky white liquid from the container into Fennu's mouth. He then ordered Fennu to kneel. After

drinking the solution, Fennu, in the standard position of a female slave, with his hands behind his back, legs spread, exposing his vulva, knelt on the ground, panting heavily. After Fennu's breathing calmed down, the guest removed her hood, revealing her beautiful face. Her face, with its distinctly Eastern features, coupled with her sexy and mature figure, and her shapely yet masculine lines, drew gasps of admiration from the audience. They deeply regretted not thinking of a way to "train" this slut on stage. Sexual intercourse was also a method of training; wouldn't it be perfectly legitimate to have sex with this slut under the guise of training?

The united front against the slut crumbled instantly upon seeing Fennu's full appearance. The feeling of being beaten to it filled the audience with resentment, but for the sake of appearances and face, they could only force smiles and applaud the guest.

The guest, with a smug smile, then gestured to the audience, signaling them not to gloat. Judging from what I saw on the monitor, it seemed like he was showing off.

Whether it was showing off or a gesture, the audience quieted down, and the stage lights came on.

Under the lights, a small wooden cart had appeared not far behind the guest—more accurately, a small glass cabinet with four wheels. Inside, various training tools were neatly hung: whips of all shapes and sizes, dildos of different sizes, and several glass containers filled with liquids of unknown effects.

The guest ordered Fennu to stand still, then turned and adjusted the cabinet for easier access to his tools.

Holding a riding crop, he lightly tapped his palm as he approached Fennu, carefully examining her body covered in light red bruises. Fennu

smiled expectantly at the audience, legs apart, head held high, hands behind her head, standing on tiptoe on the stage.

Although Fennu had been subjected to training and sadomasochism for a long time, this was her first time being trained in front of so many people, and she couldn't help feeling a little nervous. After all, she was exposing her body to strangers, a body covered in marks of abuse and torment.

Covered in handprints, welts, and lingering faint red marks, her body spoke volumes about the humiliation she had endured. Especially striking was her exposed, deep red vulva, swollen and stained with dried semen and vaginal fluid.

These inevitable marks of humiliation were nothing new to Fennu; they weren't a big deal to be seen. However, displaying her most lewd, base, and shameless side naked in front of so many strangers still made her feel ashamed.

Deeply influenced by Eastern culture, Fennu subconsciously held a strong Eastern moral compass, where women were synonymous with modesty. Therefore, exposing her body in public still made her feel ashamed.

Coupled with a woman's natural desire for beauty, Fennu was somewhat bothered by her scarred body. The marks of her abuse, the swelling and clumps of dried semen and vaginal fluid, made her even more ashamed to reveal her filthy body.

No matter how promiscuous a woman is, she wouldn't want strangers to know she's a wanton woman, especially not a sex slave who would obey any demand.

But the slave on the stage had to display her most shameless and despicable side in front of a crowd of strangers, even with her body already broken and abused.

Although she had experienced being witnessed as lewd and despicable on the street, especially shamelessly moaning and orgasming in front of strangers, even experiencing squirting, she had only been self-deceiving then. Even with orgasms and squirting, she tried to cover her face, preserving her last shred of shame and dignity. But

now, standing on the stage, although there weren't as many people as on the street, she was being watched by them, displaying her entire shameless and despicable act from beginning to end, without missing a single detail. Therefore, the slave on the stage felt far more ashamed than the slave crawling on the street in heat, or even squirting while crawling on the street.

Even though she felt extremely ashamed, Fennu still derived a kind of pleasure from violating her moral conscience due to her lewd nature. She was also excited by the gazes of the audience fixed on her body, and her vagina began to moisten again from this feeling of shame and excitement.

Although the guest was only using a small leather whip to stroke her body, making her somewhat nervous and afraid, she also felt a sense of anticipation and excitement.

At the guest's command, Fennu raised her swollen, red buttocks high, and then felt two cold objects placed on her buttocks. Just as she was about to turn around, the guest stopped her, sternly warning her not to remove the objects. He then picked up a glass filled with more than half a cup of red liquid, waved it in front of Fennu, and placed it on her head. Just as Fennu was wondering what to do, the guest's whip struck her firm breasts with a crisp sound, causing her to groan.

The guest repeatedly stroked Fennu's body with a riding crop, occasionally striking her body, eliciting groans and cries of pain from her. The guest's manipulation was quite skillful, exploiting her psychological weaknesses.

He used the small leather paddle of the crop as fingers, gently stroking Fennu's body, causing her waves of pleasure. Combined with his gentle caresses, this soothed her aggravated body. Just

as Fennu relaxed and enjoyed the caresses, he would suddenly increase the pressure, striking her hard before she could react, causing her to groan. After several attempts, whenever the crop left her body, Fennu would instinctively tighten her muscles and skin to relieve the pain. The guest would simply move the crop to another spot and continue caressing her. Similarly,

his hands, like the crop, would move to another spot to caress her when she tried to whip herself and tighten her muscles.

As long as his hands and the whip remain on his body, Finnu will remain relaxed and enjoy the caresses of his guest.

But after playing with her for a while, the guest realized that Fennu had found a pattern. He smiled slightly and changed the pattern.

During the caresses, he would suddenly increase the pressure in his hands, changing from caressing and kneading to gripping and squeezing hard, even twisting forcefully while gripping tightly, causing Fennu, who was relaxing her whole body and enjoying his caresses, to let out a scream. Taking advantage of Fennu's screams and lack of attention, he would secretly raise the riding crop, waiting for Fennu's pain to subside and her body to completely relax before whipping her hard, causing Fennu to scream again.

Moreover, the areas the guest whipped and twisted became increasingly unexpected, yet also reasonable. Fennu's inner thighs, breasts, and buttocks received more and more attention, and Fennu's swollen vulva was hit and twisted more and more frequently. In particular, Fennu's clitoris, which was the size of a baby's, became erect due to her body's conditioned arousal, becoming an even more conspicuous target of abuse.

Fennu, already lacking strength, was completely exhausted after being toyed with by the guest. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and a violent tremor shook all three cups off her body, knocking them to the ground. A wave of weakness washed over her, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to stand.

Exhausted, Fennu lay on the ground, panting heavily. The guest came to her side, helped her up, and gently asked why she had failed. Fennu immediately gave the same universal answer often used by female slaves: "Because this bitch is too useless, I failed. Please punish me, Master." Before she could finish speaking, a sharp crack echoed across her face as she was slapped back to the ground. Her hair tightened, and she was forced to raise her face again.

The guest slowly asked Fennu the same question again: why had she failed? Fennu replied again that this bitch was too useless. Before she could finish speaking, another slap landed on her face. Because the guest's purpose was to humiliate, not to harm, his voice was loud, but his blows were measured, and he didn't draw blood.

The same question came again, and Fennu gave the same answer. Before she could finish speaking, she was slapped again.

After eight slaps, Fennu's face was flushed, and a few finger marks were barely visible.

Fennu's hair tightened again. When the guest ordered her to kneel, and then asked again why she had failed, Fennu finally understood why she had been slapped.

A female slave must use the standard kneeling posture to request punishment when answering her master's orders, but she had answered the question while crawling on the ground. It wasn't that her answer was wrong, but her posture was wrong. So Fennu crawled on the ground, forehead to the ground, fingers together, fingertips touching, pressing against the ground above her head, legs apart, buttocks raised high, exposing her genitals, awaiting her master's command.

The guest nodded in satisfaction and told Fennu to kneel again. Fennu knelt on the ground with her hands behind her back, head held high, chest out, smiling at her master.

The guest, wielding a riding crop, poked Fennu's face. He glanced at the audience, then turned back, his face contemptuous and mocking, and said, "You piece of trash! What use is a bitch who can't even be a proper prostitute?" Fennu, seemingly oblivious to the implication, remained face down, her rear end sticking out, and replied,

"This bitch is a useless whore, please punish me, Master."

The guest, pleased with this, smiled and ordered Fennu to lie back down. Upon receiving the order, Fennu immediately stood up, hands behind her back, lying stiffly on the ground.

The guest frowned, slapped Fennu's cheek with the riding crop, and ordered her to move. Fennu moved a few steps towards the back of the stage, only to be stopped by the guest, who continued to poke her face with the riding crop, laughing and saying, "You really are a stupid bitch who can't even be a proper prostitute." The guest's words drew laughter from the audience.

Fennu wasn't unaware of the guest's meaning; she was simply feigning ignorance. Fennu was kneeling facing the audience; when she lay down, she simply turned onto her back, so the audience could only see the top of her head. The guest slapping Fennu's face was a signal for her to turn around, exposing her genitals to the audience, not her head.

Fennu understood not only the guest's meaning but also what he intended to do. Driven by female modesty and shame, she instinctively chose to avoid being humiliated in front of many strangers.

Although she hadn't thought much when she lay down, only knowing to obey her master's command and await punishment, when the guest slapped her cheek with a riding crop and ordered her to move, Fennu understood his meaning and guessed that he intended to humiliate her in front of the audience.

However, her innate sense of shame wouldn't allow her to accept humiliation in front of everyone. Although she knew she would be punished, she didn't change direction but instead moved to a different position.

The guest glanced at Fennu's blushing face, then carefully examined her expression. Pointing at her nose, he laughed and said, "Look at this bitch! Are you pretending to be stupid? Want me to punish you more severely?

You want more punishment, don't you?"

Hearing the last sentence, Fennu immediately replied loudly with a shy yet expectant expression, "Yes, this lowly bitch begs Master to punish and play with me severely! This rotten whore begs Master!" The audience saw Fennu's expression on the large screen on the stage and heard the guest's exchange with her. A burst of laughter and whistles erupted from the audience. Amidst the laughter and whistles, Fennu quickly adjusted her position, turning her feet towards the audience, lying on the ground, and spreading her legs, partially exposing her genitals.

Through the cameras on the ceiling, the audience could clearly see the expectant and excited expression on Fennu's blushing face. Even without seeing her expression, they could tell from the copious amounts of lubrication from her vulva that Fennu was aroused by the impending humiliation and punishment.

The guest squatted beside Fennu, pinching her chin and laughing as he looked at her excited and expectant face, saying,

"Look at this bitch, she's already in heat because she knows she's going to be abused by me." He glanced at the laughing audience below, then turned back to Fennu and said, "If you want to be played with, perform well. If you don't perform well, I won't play with you." He then looked at Fennu again and asked if she understood what he meant. Fennu immediately nodded and replied, "This bitch knows her master... what, this bitch will... be shameless... listen... master will definitely be satisfied... will play with this shameless bitch... good... this bitch... this bitch will be very obedient..." Fennu blushed and used broken grammar and meager vocabulary to indicate that she understood. And without the guest's knowledge, she spread her legs as wide as possible, fully displaying her already overflowing vulva.

Amidst the laughter of the audience, the guest noticed that Fennu had demonstrated through her actions that she would do her best to cooperate with his manipulations and satisfy him, thus earning him even more cruel humiliation and torment.

Although she knew how lewd and despicable her actions were, and although her heart resisted and her reason told her she shouldn't do it, her body seemed to be beyond her control. She was not only in heat but had also entered a state of excitement, ready to accept the guest's humiliation and training at any moment.

The guest, squatting down, hooked the small iron ring on Fennu's collar with his finger, forcing her to sit up. However, to please the guest, Fennu immediately shifted from a sitting position to a kneeling position, like a female slave awaiting her master's punishment.

Fennu's performance earned the praise of the audience and the guest, which made her overjoyed, her face beaming with pride and excitement. Although she knew the audience and guests were praising her submissiveness and approving of her actions, they were also mocking her lewd and despicable behavior. While praising her, it was also a form of ridicule.

Deep down, she knew all this, and she felt ashamed of her instinctive behavior as a female slave, yet her body reacted with excitement.

Especially when the guest called her despicable and shameless while slapping her, she actually felt a sense of satisfaction. Moreover, when she repeated the guest's curses, she felt so happy that she almost cried—not just a feeling, but real tears welling up in her eyes.

After slapping Fennu more than a dozen times, the guest roughly pushed her to the ground. Seeing Fennu immediately try to get up, he stopped her and ordered her to lie still.

Fennu immediately put her hands behind her back, spread her legs wide, and lay on the ground excitedly awaiting the humiliation and discipline to come.

The guest gripped Fennu's neck with one hand and gently stroked her cheek with the other, brushing her wet, sticky hair behind her ear. His gentle gaze and tender caresses melted Fennu's heart and soul; she wore an expression of ecstasy, enjoying the guest's caresses, and constantly emitting sweet moans.

While the guest gripped Fennu's neck with one hand and stroked her cheek with the other, his left calf was pressed firmly against Fennu's clitoris, stimulating her genitals with relentless pressure. This caused Fennu to feel both pleasure and an increasingly intense itching sensation in her vagina.

The guest squatted on the ground, one foot pressing against Fennu's vulva, grinding it incessantly, causing Fennu to moan indistinctly, a sound that was neither pain nor pleasure. His hands pressed down on Fennu's body, whipping and kneading her repeatedly, bestowing upon her both pain and pleasure simultaneously, immersing her in a vortex of agony and pleasure from which she could not escape. After

playing with her for a while, the guest grabbed a discarded riding crop and stood up. He guided Fennu with words and actions to place her hands behind her head and lie on the ground with her legs spread. Fennu rested

her head on her hands, lying on the ground, looking at the guest with an excited and expectant expression, her eyes filled with gratitude.

The guest stood on the ground, looking down at the ravaged body lying there, licking his dry lips and swallowing hard. Then he stepped on Fennu's face, kneading and pinching her pretty cheek with his dusty, smelly feet.

As the guest kneaded her feet, Fennu unconsciously stuck out her tongue, diligently licking every inch she could reach. In return for her devoted service, the guest forcefully shoved her smelly feet into Fennu's mouth. Fennu was

enjoying the sensation when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her vulva, followed by a sound like water being splashed. While the guest was thrusting his foot into Fennu's mouth, he also brandished his riding crop, striking her sensitive areas. Her vulva, still

swollen and red from the previous blows, was not ignored; it was a primary focus of his attention.

The added pain caused to Fennu's vulva, even though the guest's blows weren't forceful enough to leave marks, still elicited a scream from her.

Enduring the pain from all parts of her body, Fennu looked at the guest with pleading eyes, serving his feet even more diligently, only to receive increasingly forceful blows in return.

As the guest withdrew his foot from Fennu's mouth, her body glistened under the lights.

Sweat and vaginal fluids mingled, sending a surge of excitement through the audience, their own desires stirring.

A whip, soaked in her own fluids, lashed Fennu's sensitive areas, leaving them bright red—her inner thighs, lower abdomen, inner upper arms, even her waist.

Lying on the ground, groaning and panting, Fennu savored the lingering pain, her mind replaying the thrill and humiliation she felt when the guest slapped her with the sole of his foot. Stimulated by the pain and humiliation, she became lost in ecstasy, shouting incoherently, twisting her body and head in response to the guest's blows to her face and cheeks. The combined effects of shame and pain sent waves of pleasure through her, and the guest's stimulation of her sensitive areas caused her to climax without intercourse.

Lying on the ground, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, Fennu couldn't help but reach for her vulva, seeking solace from the emptiness within.

Fennu lay on her back, spreading her thighs wide, her calves supporting her lower body, completely exposing her vulva. Arching her back, suspending her genitals in the air, Fennu's hands reached for her genitals from the front and back. One hand inserted fingers into her vagina, beginning to thrust and probe forcefully, while the other hand reached towards her buttocks, two fingers slowly disappearing into her anus.

Fennu's actions elicited gasps from the audience, further arousing the somewhat dazed Fennu. Although she didn't want so many strangers to see her most shameful side, she knew that doing so would only intensify her shame. But the more ashamed she felt, the more excited her body became, and the more excited she became, the more empty she felt in her lower body, the more she wanted to fill that void.

Finnu faced the audience with her genitals exposed, digging into her own genitals with both hands while twisting her hips and emitting increasingly loud moans. To further provoke the audience's contempt and ridicule, Finnu alternately put the fingers she was using into her mouth and sucked on them, making sweet humming sounds as she did so. Seeing Finnu enjoying the sensations of her genitals, her face a mixture of ecstasy and shyness, the audience erupted in excited shouts and whistles.

Finnu peeked through a crack at the excited crowd, then quickly closed her eyes again, her face flushed crimson, even her chest turning red. Despite feeling ashamed, the stimulation of that shame kept Finnu from stopping her actions, continuing to alternately put the fingers she was using into her mouth.

The laughter and jeers from the audience only intensified Fennu's arousal and sexual excitement stemming from shame. She began to manipulate her genitals even more vigorously. If it weren't for the limitation of her arm length, Fennu would have loved to show the audience her shameful act of double-fisting herself to orgasm and then squirting.

Just as Fennu was about to insert her fingers into her vagina, a sharp pain shot through her hand, followed by the sharp crack of a whip, and her arm was forcefully pulled away.

Fennu looked at her genitals in confusion, noticing that a guest was squatting there, fiddling with something. When Fennu tried to continue masturbating, her hand was slapped aside by the guest, who stopped her with a stern look. Confused, Fennu could only endure the guest's actions, her genitals exposed, suppressing her lust.

In her current position, Fennu couldn't see what the guest was doing to her labia. She could only feel her inner labia being clamped by a cold metal object, the heavy metal pulling her towards the ground, causing Fennu to gasp in pain.

As the guest stood up, Fennu suddenly felt a pulling force on her painfully clamped labia, and heard a brief command from the guest: "Walk." Just

as Fennu tried to stand up, the guest stepped on her chest, forcing her back to the ground. Then, the guest moved his foot from her chest to her neck and forcefully lifted her onto the stage, but the riding crop in his hand touched her lower abdomen, preventing her from lifting her abdomen. After some instructions from the guest, Fennu understood what he meant.

The guest wanted Fennu to walk like a spider, face up, on all fours, with her vulva protruding.

The guest, in front of Fennu, pulled on a leash attached to the metal clamp, leading her slowly off the stage by her inner labia. Fennu understood that the guest intended to walk around the audience holding her labia.

Exposing her genitals in front of so many strangers in such a shameful manner was still somewhat unsettling for Fennu.

Although her body had been violated by ten, even dozens of times more people than the audience, and countless people had witnessed her lewdness, the number of witnesses was never large. Even when she crawled naked down the street with a stun gun inserted, the number of people who saw her act was still relatively small. And back then, she could deceive herself by lowering her head or covering her face with her hands and arms, making it difficult for others to see her full features. But this time, she couldn't hide her face at all; she could only allow others to see her. However, what truly made Fennu unwilling to leave the stage was her body. Love marks, bodily fluids, dust, swelling, and whip marks made Fennu feel that her body was extremely ugly, and she didn't want to show her dirty and ugly side to men. Compared to her shame, the desire not to let strangers see her ugly side was far stronger than her shame at not wanting to show herself.

No matter how much Fennu didn't want to leave the stage, the excruciating pain of her labia being pulled forced her to be led by her labia by the guest, crawling like a four-legged spider into the audience, exposing her dirty and ugly side.

Fennu, with her swollen, bright red labia, followed behind the guest, crawling with difficulty. Exhausted, Fennu crawled slower and slower, needing to lie down and rest to catch her breath every now and then. The guest wasn't in a hurry to urge her on, only occasionally tugging at the leather belt in his hand, enjoying Fennu's moans.

Back on stage, panting, Fennu lay on the ground, reflecting on her ordeal offstage, feeling both excited and sorrowful.

While she was crawling, the audience spat at her with mocking and contemptuous expressions, kicked her aside, stomped on her face or body, slapped her with napkins from the table, or pointed at her and joined in the mocking curses.

While she lay on the ground, panting and resting, the audience not only trampled and cursed at her, but also poured cigarette ash and drinks on her. Some even stomped on her genitals with their shoes, watching her writhe in arousal beneath their feet, listening to their mockery and curses, only to be kicked away. Some guests even stuffed socks into her mouth, and some, while she was resting on the ground, stuffed thongs or stockings into her genitals.

When she returned to the stage, she had no idea how much had been stuffed into her. Her lower abdomen was swollen, and her anus and vagina could hold no more. The footed parts of two stockings hung below her genitals, swaying with her movements.

A women's bra, only half-inserted, hung outside her anus, the white B-cup dangling in stark contrast to her filthy excretory organs. The pure white, representing innocence, was inserted into the filthiest part of her anus, creating a stark contrast with her ravaged, bright red vulva, a sight that was utterly absurd.

While Finnu lay on the ground catching her breath, the guest announced the game rules: Finnu would spin a wheel to determine how she would be played with, until her vagina was completely soaked with vaginal fluid. If anything wasn't completely wet when she pulled it out, Finnu would have to crawl off the stage and have the audience fill her vagina and anus, then return to be played with again. As long as her vagina wasn't completely soaked, she would continue to be played with until it was completely saturated.

After the director translated over the phone, Finnu understood how she would be played with. With a tense yet expectant expression, she nodded to the guest, indicating she understood. Although Finnu couldn't understand what was written on the wheel, she could decipher the little black figures and symbols next to the text: whipping, slapping, electric shock, and thrusting.

Fennu carefully examined the pictures on the roulette wheel. The beautiful images stirred her heart, and the mere thought of them made her vagina itch, her body aroused and eager to try.

Another round of bidding ensued. The rules of the game were that Fennu would stop when she felt the object inside her vagina was completely wet. If she didn't, she had to reinsert the object and start again, introducing many unpredictable variables. Furthermore, the roulette wheel meant she might not get her preferred method of play, and the time and number of attempts were determined by rolling dice—it was all luck. Therefore, the audience members didn't bid much, only what they could afford.

The game began, and the roulette wheel spun rapidly under Fennu's forceful pull, producing a cheerful metallic clatter. As the roulette wheel spun, Fennu stood beside it in the standard slave stance, awaiting the result.

The first method of play involved whipping her breasts with a horsehair whip. The guest on stage rolled four dice, determining the number of strikes: twenty-one. The guest who came on stage took the horsehair whip handed to him by the guest and began to lash Fennu's breasts forcefully. Fennu, accepting the whip, stood in the standard stance of a female slave, smiling broadly at the guest.

The guest, having received the whip from the guest, eagerly approached Fennu and began to lash her firm breasts with it. The whip flew up and down, left and right, causing Fennu's breasts to ripple and sway, eliciting continuous moans.

The guest watched her trembling breasts, listened to the crisp sound of the whip striking, and felt the impact of the blows. Under the triple assault of sight, touch, and hearing, he became increasingly pleased, increasingly excited, and increasingly forceful with each strike.

It wasn't that the guest lacked tenderness; rather, Fennu's actions—not flinching after being struck, but instead thrusting her breasts higher and more prominently—aroused his desire to conquer her, wanting to completely subdue the harlot before him with the whip.

The guest, who was about to continue hitting her, suddenly felt a tightening on her wrist as the guest pulled her back. She realized she had unknowingly struck several more times than allowed and had to stop.

Reluctantly, the guest returned the horsehair whip to the guest, glanced at Fennu, who still stood ramrod straight, then at her breasts, now a deep red from the whipping, and reluctantly walked off the stage.

[The End]

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