My Fiancée's American Hell (Full)

Chapter One: The Gates of Hell
The moment the cabin door opened, the air of America rushed into the cabin that had been sealed for twelve hours.
I still remember two years ago, Rongrong and I walked off the plane hand in hand. She said this was the air of civilization and freedom. I can't forget
the beautiful way she stretched her soft body towards the rising sun outside the cabin.
But now, I'm here, and she's nowhere to be found.
The sunlight outside made me dizzy, and a wave of heat hit me. I instinctively held my breath. Now
I know, this is not the air of civilization and freedom; this air is filled with chaos, violence, and evil. A wave of
dizziness washed over me, and my legs went weak, and I was about to collapse.
"Brother," a gentle, comforting voice sounded in my ear. I struggled to open my eyes and looked behind me.
What came into view was a beautiful face, pure and refined, full of sunshine and hope.
It was my younger sister, Zhou Ruwen, who was traveling with me.
"Believe me, my sister-in-law will be safe and sound. We'll find her soon." Ruwen's beautiful eyes reflected
the sunlight. She wasn't wearing high heels, yet her height was similar to mine. Her long, slender legs were as white as jade, and her large,
deep eyes shone with a determined and resolute light. Her small, straight nose gave her a somewhat
Scandinavian look.
From the moment we boarded the plane, the men around us stared at her greedily like flies. Back home, Ruwen's
identity as a policewoman would naturally make these lecherous men wary, and any fools would
be taught a lesson by her martial arts champion skills. But today, we had no time to shoo away these flies; our only thought was to reach our destination quickly and
find my missing fiancée, Rongrong.
My name is Zhou Qiang. I come from a middle-class family in a first-tier city. With a good background, coupled with my own intelligence and hard work,
I had already amassed considerable wealth before the age of thirty. Two years ago, I met my current fiancée, Rongrong, at an exchange meeting,
and we quickly fell in love and made a lifelong vow.
Shortly after our engagement, Rongrong received an invitation from a prestigious American university to pursue graduate studies.
Despite my repeated attempts to dissuade her, I couldn't let my personal opinions hinder my fiancée's lifelong commitment, so I accompanied her to the US to complete
the enrollment procedures, leaving her to study alone here.
Our relationship was very deep; we video-called every day during her studies. However, a month ago,
our video calls stopped. Rongrong had disappeared! I was frantic and immediately contacted
my younger sister, Ruwen, who works as a police officer.
Although young, Ruwen, as a female detective, had extensive experience in handling cases. She immediately worked with
me to establish connections and began requesting the American police to open an investigation. She also mobilized
the power of society in China through the internet and media to put pressure on the American police. However, Rongrong's disappearance remained shrouded in mystery, with no progress for weeks. The
only clue was that she got into a Saturn car through surveillance video. I was extremely anxious, but
I couldn't go to the US because I needed to coordinate the investigation in China.
Finally, a full month after his fiancée's disappearance, the prime suspect was apprehended. He initially refused to confess, but
faced with overwhelming evidence, he had no choice but to yield. However, he still refused to plead guilty, and since his imprisonment, he has only
spoken through his lawyer. But two days ago, he finally uttered his first words to the police since his arrest—"I want to see her
boyfriend."
Upon receiving the news, I immediately traveled to the United States with my detective sister.
At the airport, two local police officers were already waiting to meet us
. They took us directly to the police station without saying a word.
Through the iron bars, I saw Richardson, the man I had so vehemently resented
.
Although I had seen his picture before, I was still
shocked when I saw him in person. He was over two meters tall, with bulging, fleshy muscles that extended to his face, and his eyes gleamed with a ruthless ferocity.
He silently scrutinized me, and suddenly, he saw Ruwen behind me. His eyes blazed with lust
, and he charged at the iron bars, slamming them against the thick metal bars with a loud thud.
"Haha, Chinese doll, you're prettier than her!"
The officer behind him quickly subdued him. My sister squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear that he should continue; his words
had already revealed a lot.
Sure enough, I saw the American officers beside me standing up nervously, their faces showing excitement.
It took the violent demon a while to regain his composure. He stared intently at Ruwen, as if trying to see through her
clothes to her exquisite body.
He remained silent for a long time before dropping a bombshell: "So, don't you want to know
where she is now?"
His voice exploded in my mind, and my brain unexpectedly raced. First, this sentence
meant that this devil was finally admitting his crimes. Second, my fiancée Rongrong was still alive. Third,
Rongrong was definitely being held captive by him, and I dared not delve into the reasons for her captivity; they were chilling.
My head felt like it was on fire, but the words that came out were surprisingly calm: "Tell me quickly,
what did you do to Rongrong!"
"Hahaha, don't worry, she's fine now, very comfortable, even more comfortable than you can imagine..." He made
a comical shrug with his handcuffed hands: "I never expected to make a mistake here, it's truly beyond
my expectations, but since it's already like this, I can only call you over so you can all admire my masterpiece."
After saying that, he closed his eyes tightly, as if savoring something pleasant.
I suppressed the urge to berate him, waiting until he smacked his lips and savored the moment for a few minutes before slowly
reciting a string of *****. I clenched my fists, meticulously memorizing the address, but it was
pointless, as experienced investigators had already begun logging into the *****.
"Take a look first, this is my masterpiece. I hope you like it. Ask me questions after you've finished; I need
a break now."
Although I wanted to smash a chair over his head, finding Rongrong was the top priority.
Ruwen and I found the investigators on the other side of the interrogation room, hoping to see the contents of the *****.
They had clearly already browsed the webpage before we arrived, so the investigating officer seemed
hesitant, glancing awkwardly at the supervising sergeant.
"Jack, show it to them. They'll see it sooner or later."
An ominous premonition lingered in my heart. I had imagined the worst-case scenario, and clearly, things had already
tilted towards that worst.
"The suspect obviously has strong counter-surveillance capabilities. This ***** is an independent server, making it difficult to trace
more information. So we can only see the content on it, but we can't conduct any further investigation."
Jack rambled on, clearly hesitant to show us this *****.
I rudely pushed him away and reopened the webpage.
It was a very simple webpage, with only a few file addresses displayed as numerical codes, mostly
images, with two videos.
My hands trembled as I clicked on an image. The internet speed was fast, and the image instantly appeared before me.
"No!" Ruwen exclaimed. My heart was instantly filled with anger and pain.
It was a muscular, naked black man, his belly protruding, his thick black penis erect,
but we couldn't see the full picture of this hideous thing because it was being held in the mouth of a blindfolded woman.
Beneath that long, black hair, her delicate and exquisite profile, even distorted by the strange swallowing motion, was still
recognizable to me as my gentle and beautiful wife, Rongrong.
I forced myself to suppress my rage and clicked on the second picture. It showed a completely naked woman kneeling on the ground. What drove
me mad was the black dog collar around her elegant, white neck, tethered by a thick iron chain.
A furry tail extended from her round, pert buttocks, its base disappearing into her snowy flesh, fueling
my imagination. Most terrifyingly, her once C-cup breasts were now abnormally large,
appearing at least an F-cup due to her crawling position. Two silver bells dangled from the tips of her nipples; the image was very clear, showing
that the bells were attached after she had pierced her nipples. Her long hair was disheveled, her facial expression unreadable, and her entire
being radiated a lewd glow. Although I couldn't see her face, I knew my fiancée's body intimately. I was
certain this was my pure and beautiful Rongrong. I never imagined she would turn out like this, and tears streamed down
my face uncontrollably. The third picture was even more devastating. It showed a woman bound in an M-shape, her beautiful legs spread
wide, revealing her smooth, hairless vulva. Compared to what I knew before, her genitals, while still pink and beautiful,
were much darker. Large and small silver rings pierced her labia majora and minora, connected to her nipples by thin chains
, tragically exposing her vulva. A vibrating bullet was inserted into her vagina, and suspicious white
fluid was leaking out. Her face was contorted in agony; I could imagine her struggling in pain, but a red gag
filled her mouth, preventing her from making a sound.
The following pictures were close-ups of various breast and vaginal piercings, as well as group sex images. My fiancée
was being penetrated and held by different races of men, like a promiscuous whore. Although her face was full of sorrow
and despair, it was clear from the pictures that she had been forced to reach orgasm several times.
The sadness rendered me speechless. I don't know what force sustained me as I opened two videos.
One video showed Rongrong crawling on the ground, chained by iron chains. She groaned in pain and resisted, but was
mercilessly whipped on the buttocks with a black leather whip. She could only obediently crawl to the feet of a white man and carefully lick his
toes.
The other video showed my fiancée with her legs spread, exposing her shameful parts to the camera. One hand grasped a
huge dildo and thrust it into herself, while the other hand kneaded her pierced breasts.
At this point, my spirit could no longer hold on. The image of my fiancée's beautiful naked body being cruelly abused
lingered in my mind. My vision went black, and I collapsed.
Chapter Two: The Search
A warm touch jolted me awake from an endless nightmare.
I opened my eyes; the soft, warm light above me blurred my vision. I could only see a beautiful
figure beside me. "Rongrong, Rongrong, you're back!" I abruptly grabbed the slender hand covering my forehead
and pulled the person beside me into my arms.
"Brother...you're awake..."
It was Ruwen. A wave of disappointment washed over me. Memories of what happened before I fainted flooded back: that horrible
website, that terrible demon, my poor fiancée trapped in hell...
Ruwen gently pulled away from my embrace. Her voice was gentle and calm, offering a sliver of comfort to my despair. "You
've been unconscious for a whole day. During that time, the police continued negotiations with that bastard, hoping to get
further information about your wife, but he stubbornly refused to speak. The organization's investigation into that website also failed;
those criminals have extensive counter-surveillance experience. However, the experts here and I unanimously agree that your wife
is at least safe for now. Brother, please pull yourself together. No matter what happened, your wife is
safe now, isn't that the most important thing?"
Yes, Ruwen was stronger and calmer than me, a grown man. What we needed to do now was find Rongrong's
whereabouts and rescue her in time. Nothing else was worth wasting our energy on.
"So..." I slowly uttered a few syllables, my voice so hoarse I could hardly believe it myself, "
What should we do next?"
Ruwen gently took my hand, comforting me, "The best-case scenario is that the criminal is willing to reveal
information about your sister-in-law, which means that whatever his motives, he at least has a basis for communication and negotiation with us. We will
put further pressure on him to reveal her whereabouts. In addition, we will also collect surveillance footage from the surrounding area
to look for any possible clues. Brother, what you need now is to recover your composure as soon as possible... If possible,
you need to go and negotiate with him further. He seems to want to...show off... We consulted a criminal psychology
expert, and this is indeed the case, so it's most likely that you will be the one to contact him and obtain
further information."
Show off... This terrifying word crashed into my brain. That damned perverted criminal, I will
take revenge in the most cruel way, but now, I still need to cater to his desires and induce him to reveal the further
whereabouts of his fiancée.
"Okay... then let's not delay, let's set off now!"
It was the same heavily guarded detention center. Accompanied by the police, I saw that damned, perverted
criminal again. He seemed to have indeed undergone intense interrogation; he was somewhat listless, but when he saw me, his
eyes gleamed with excitement and smugness.
"Yes, it's good that you're here. I'd much rather have further conversations with you than with these respected officers."
My sister and I exchanged glances with the surrounding officers. Before coming, we had agreed that I would try to elicit
more information from the criminal. This was incredibly painful torture for me, but I had to control my emotions and do this
job well.
"You..." My voice was very calm, but trembled slightly with anger. "I want to know
where my fiancée is. If you're willing to tell me, we'll plead with the judge for leniency..."
"Hahahaha..." Richardson burst into a maniacal laugh. "Is that what you
're thinking? Leniency? Seeing what happened to your Chinese doll, you'll plead with the judge for me?"
I suppressed my surging emotions. "Yes, I hate you, but I'm a man of my word."
"Hmm, you're an educated man with a certain amount of mental strength. Not bad. No wonder that bitch
loves you so much. You don't know how much she paid to uphold her so-called chastity!"
"Bastard!" I couldn't hold back any longer and slammed my fist into the tempered glass of the interrogation room, making my right fist bleed
profusely.
"You can't control yourself? That's disappointing. Your fiancée has far more self-control than you.
Her best record is performing oral sex on three men while receiving a 1000cc enema. Her
willpower is astonishing."
I suddenly sprang to my feet, swinging a chair and smashing it against the window. Just as he first provoked me, the police and my sister
rushed over and grabbed me tightly.
I felt my blood pressure soaring, my heart pounding unbelievably fast, but anger didn't cloud my judgment. I
knew I had to calm down. I signaled to them that I was ready to proceed with negotiations, but they refused.
After all, I had just recovered from unconsciousness, and they wanted me to rest before engaging in any further conversation.
"How about this? I think this lovely Chinese girl beside you is very suitable for communication. I
won't communicate with you or any of the officers. I want this girl to negotiate with me."
Bastard! You defiled my wife, dragging her into an abyss of despair, and now you want to use your filthy
language to approach my sister?
However, Ruwen was stronger than me. She was an excellent policewoman, far more adept at dealing with criminals than I was.
I looked at Ruwen; she was looking at me firmly, gesturing for me to come over.
"Okay, I'm willing to communicate with you. I want to hear your story, but I don't like your
hysterical way of expressing yourself."
Ruwen's calm words surprised Richardson. He scrutinized Ruwen repeatedly, and
she met his gaze without flinching. Finally, the criminal succumbed to the mental battle. "Yes, I'm willing
to tell you more, but I want to speak with you one-on-one."
"Okay, then so be it!" Ruwen waved us away. Her calm and composed aura convinced
the officers present, and they didn't object. She led me to the other side of the interrogation room.
"Ruwen... if you..."
"Don't worry, brother, I know what I'm doing."
I glared at the criminal and left the interrogation room with the officers.
Inside the interrogation room, the conversation between my sister and the criminal was meticulously recorded.
Ruwen: "Okay, now you can tell me your story. To be honest, I can't believe that
webpage. I know my sister-in-law well; she's not that kind of woman. I suspect you used technical means to create those kinds
of pictures."
The police officer listening in gave a thumbs up. Ruwen's questioning was very skillful, successfully coaxing the criminal
to reveal information.
Sure enough, Richardson immediately became agitated: "You're talking nonsense! This kind of personality humiliation and training is a noble art
! How could we use such low-level, aesthetically unappealing methods to ruin such an artistic process!"
Ruwen: "But my sister-in-law has only been missing for a little over a month. She couldn't possibly be like that in the video... so
proactively pleasing a strange man sexually."
Richardson: "A month?! A month is too long! We normally only
need two weeks to complete a piece! I must say, this Chinese woman's willpower has exceeded our expectations! We once handled
a Japanese woman, and it only took a week to turn her from a housewife into a
bitch who only knew how to chase after penises! And this Chinese doll hasn't proactively accepted her identity after a month."
Ruwen: "You mentioned... a piece?"
Richardson: "Yes, this is art, transforming women from different social classes into the same...
…A female beast born solely for the pursuit of sex.”
Ruwen: “Excuse me for being frank, but I find it hard to imagine such a thing. I’ve never heard of anything like it
… And the police would get involved quickly. You can’t possibly continue doing this kind of thing without being caught.”
Richardson: “The darkness of this world is far beyond your imagination, little girl.”
The criminal seemed unwilling to reveal further information, so Ruwen changed the subject: “So
after you complete such… works of art, you just release them on the internet like cowards?”
Richardson scoffed: “Of course not. I’ve said it before, the darkness of this world is far beyond your imagination
. What you know about your loved ones being trained is just the tip of the iceberg. We’ve handled
as many as… no, you’ll find out later.” He grinned meaningfully.
"So what happened after that? These women... after you... what became of them?"
"Ah, you've hit the nail on the head. To be honest, I'm willing to tell you... but I don't like your
black suit. It's too serious. What are you wearing underneath, a white shirt? I like white shirts.
Can you show me what your shirt looks like?"
Bastard! I was furious. This shameless scoundrel! I'm going to end his despicable life! But...
My sister had anticipated my reaction; she gave me a reassuring look.
"Yes, I also find the room too stuffy, but I won't take off
this suit until I get further information, and I won't grant you any of your requests. If our negotiations end here, I can guarantee
those lovely officers upstairs will give you a wonderful, sleepless 48 hours."
Richardson: "Okay, I admit, you're truly exceptional. I really regret not meeting...
a woman as outstanding as you sooner. If I were to train you into a submissive bitch, it would be an absolute masterpiece
."
"I'll emphasize again, if you speak rudely again, I'll make you regret it."
Ruwen's gaze made Richardson a little uncomfortable. He chuckled twice and said, "Okay, then it's a deal.
I'll tell you the whole story with sincerity, but you need to cooperate with me."
"Okay, I'll cooperate with you, but if you make any unreasonable demands, I'll say it again, you'll
regret it."
Richardson: "Then, esteemed lady, could you please take off this eyesore of a suit? I really
want to see your shirt."
Ruwen slowly unbuttoned the suit, took it off, and hung it on the back of the chair. It must be said that the pure white
shirt made this oriental beauty look as beautiful as a fairy.
"Oh! Goddess, yes, I'm willing to tell you my story... Your figure is truly beautiful... Don't
rush, I'm stunned by your beauty. Let me calm down and think about how to explain this quickly
... I can answer your questions first. I know that you Eastern women, especially Chinese women, have
a very strong concept of chastity. That's why Chinese dolls are very popular in our market.
Training a virtuous and gentle Chinese beauty into a promiscuous bitch is a favorite of many distinguished customers. We will
record the entire training process and create a preview, like a product description, to help customers
choose. That's the preview I'm showing you."
"You must be very curious about how we turned your Chinese girl into
a skilled sex slave in just one month. Actually, it's not surprising. It's just assembly line work. A woman,
every woman, is like an egg. She has a seemingly solid shell, but as long as you break that shell according to a certain procedure
, she will uncontrollably ooze various liquids."
"The most important step in this process is breaking her shell, taking her first step towards depravity.
The difficulty of this step varies from person to person. The Japanese woman I mentioned earlier, we starved her for three days, and she obediently
ate a penis smeared with butter."
"Of course, we also often encounter hard shells. Believe me, such eggs are more popular with buyers
; they all enjoy the process of breaking the shell. We once handled a female narcotics officer, white, with very large
breasts. We tried many methods, but she didn't yield until we caught her twelve-year-old daughter…
Later, both mother and daughter sold for a good price. If you like, I can send
you this training record; it's one of our classic works."
"This Chinese doll was also excellent material. She had a strong will and a high
tolerance for pain. What made her most difficult to deal with was that we had no weaknesses to exploit. We spent a whole month
training her, but in the end, we only got a half-finished product. It's a real pity. She later…"
The cunning criminal stopped abruptly, looking smugly at Ruwen: "See, I said I would
reveal the key information to you. You and the officer upstairs must have gathered a lot of information. Now,
it's time for you to show your sincerity."
"Tell me, what do you need? Although I can't represent the police, you want a reduced sentence…"
"No, no, no, my life is over. I'll definitely end it in the electric chair. I've dealt with
too many female animals, and many important figures whose identities can't be hidden. You know,
the daughter of that famous missing senator a few years ago was trained by me. Her parents had long given up on finding her
, but you don't know how ironic her end was... No, I mean,
I have no desires left. I only have one request... I know you're wearing a red lace lingerie. In
the final moments of my life, I want to see your beautiful body. Just take off this shirt, and I'll
tell you more information."
"Impossible! I won't agree to any of your conditions. You'll face a brutal interrogation!"
"I might not make it through the next phase of interrogation. I'm already in the late stages of liver cancer. But what
's even less likely to make it is your dear Chinese doll. Don't you want to know what 'half-finished product' means?
What terrible situation has she fallen into? What kind of torture was she enduring while I was being held captive
?"
Ruwen fell silent. I wanted to rush down and stop her, but the devil's words moved me, and I slumped helplessly
into the chair.
"Alright, I swear on my honor. Don't laugh, although I'm a criminal, a heinous criminal,
I'm a man of dignity. I've kept every promise. Just take off your white shirt and this
eyesore of a suit skirt, and I'll tell you everything. You can go save that adorable doll right away."
"Okay..." Ruwen said to us, "Officer, please turn off the surveillance cameras here..."
"I'm sorry, miss, we can't do that..."
"I think you don't have a better way to deal with such a depraved criminal, do you? Then
why don't you try my method?"
We were silent for a moment. Officer Jack turned off the surveillance cameras in the interrogation room, leaving only the audio monitoring. We heard
Ruwen lock the interrogation room door from the inside. We knew this was a reasonable action for a woman to protect her privacy
. Then we heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground.
The criminal's heavy breathing came: "God, I praise God for the first time. At the end of my life, I see
such a flawless body... These legs must be the masterpiece of the Creator... Ah, I love this lace..."
"Yi, lovely girl, you have great taste."
"Alright...we're not here to talk about this," Ruwen's voice remained calm, but I could detect a hint of
shyness. My sister is devoted to her work and has never been in a relationship; she's a genuine virgin. Perhaps
she's never exposed so much skin to a strange man before?
"Then, please tell me all the details. If you have any further ulterior motives..."
"Don't worry, I've said I'm a man of my word, and I will keep my promise. We are an
organization with a history of over a hundred years. We train women to be sold to powerful and wealthy people in need. Our power is
beyond your imagination. I don't want to talk too much about the organization, and you don't need to know too much. I'll just tell you
what happened. Don't rush, I'll explain in detail, and you'll know what to do next."
"Bitch C2203... Oh, that's the code name we gave her. To carry out the depersonalization operation, we
give them a code name... She disappeared for a month, but we had already researched
everything about her six months ago, including her family background and lifestyle. We organized all of this and found interested
buyers. They trained her specifically, requesting that we turn her into a bitch for sale."
"This buyer has rather unusual tastes. He likes pure, innocent Eastern beauties, but he considers small breasts
a flaw. He prefers large breasts, enjoying the unique beauty created by the stark contrast between purity and lewdness. So he
set his sights on this Eastern doll, but specifically requested that her bust size be increased and adorned with accessories."
"The capture process was incredibly easy. She's a very naive woman. We pretended to ask for directions, and she
readily got into the car to take us to our destination. However, we were surprised to find such a naive woman possessed
such a strong will."
"Breaking her shell took a lot of effort. We first had to shatter her pride. If she could actively beg for
pleasure, then a bitch would have completed its initial training." "
The simplest method, which we always try first, is starvation. But after three days of starvation,
she was on the verge of death, yet showed no signs of compromise, even starting to actively refuse to eat. We had no choice but to move on to the next step."
"Then came the painful taming: whips, waterboarding, the wooden horse—we tried it all. For five whole days, under all
sorts of torture, she gritted her teeth and persevered, refusing to perform a masturbation show for us." "
We had to move on to the next step: sexual assimilation, breaking down her self-esteem through continuous intercourse
. Most clients don't want us to use this step; those women are already ruined. Fortunately, this
client had a unique taste. He authorized us to turn her into a sexless, yet shameful, bitch.
He liked seeing women forced to pursue sexual pleasure in pain, yet feeling shame and regret for that pleasure."
"During this time, she was almost constantly sexually assaulted by different races, ages, and
social classes. Countless penises were continuously inserted into her. Her mind had long since collapsed, yet she still clung to some inexplicable
principle, refusing to submit willingly."
"The next step is the agonizing climax, which we have an almost 100% success rate with. Only specially
trained women can endure it. We use a non-permanent aphrodisiac to quickly put her into heat, then
use professional methods to arouse her desire, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to abruptly stop her, preventing
release. This process repeated for three days. She experienced countless
painful falls from the peak of orgasm without release. Surprisingly, she still didn't give in. We began to suspect there was something wrong with her mind
."
"We threatened her that if she didn't accept her fate, she would be permanently labeled. Her genitals would be tattooed with
the mark of a sex slave, and titanium rings would be pierced all over her nipples and labia. She would never be able to escape
the fate of a sex slave. However, this woman, already ravaged and on the verge of death, surprisingly retained considerable wisdom. She knew that regardless
of whether she submitted or not, we would still proceed with the next stage of her transformation."
"Reluctantly, we had to obtain the buyer's consent to perform physical modifications ahead of schedule. We did
permanent breast augmentation surgery, increasing her breasts from a C-cup to an F-cup. This was an extremely painful process. However,
even more painful was the lactation-inducing modification we performed. When she's in heat, she needs to empty both breasts simultaneously, otherwise,
the engorgement will be unbearably painful. Upon reaching orgasm, she experiences a breast-like orgasm, simultaneously ejaculating milk.
This is a beautiful modification, and we spent a considerable sum of money on it." "
Then came the permanent piercing. To achieve the desired effect, we didn't use anesthesia, forcing her to witness
herself being marked a lifelong sex slave throughout the process. She cried bitterly, yet remained steadfast in her principles."
"It's truly a pity that at this point, our training had failed. We couldn't fulfill the client's
request to create a humiliated yet submissive bitch. However, the client became even more interested in her, authorizing us
to perform the ultimate modification."
"Our organization has handled countless women of various backgrounds, but unless a client explicitly requests it, we've
never performed the ultimate modification before. This is a significant matter for us as well."
"Ultimate transformation is a sacred matter for us. I'm sorry, I can't tell you that... However, you
are a respectable woman, and I'm willing to tell you the whole process in person. Yes, in person. You must come
to my side. I don't want anyone to hear."
Chapter Three: The End The sweltering heat and the bitter cold alternated, but in my heart, I never felt the warmth of spring again.
After that incident, I was exceptionally included in the witness protection program by the police of Country A, because I insisted on
staying in Country A, willing to give up everything in my home country to find what I had lost here.
I lost all the precious things in my life.
I knew that the hope of finding them again was long gone. Even if, by divine grace, they returned to my side,
they would be unrecognizable, not the women in my heart, not even real women anymore.
For a year, I lived in a remote town in Country A, almost never leaving the house. Every day, I did nothing
but drink myself into oblivion. If I did anything meaningful, it was refreshing
the same ***** countless times every day, feeling, deep down, that I would find something here.
But I had long since given up hope. What keeps me going now is just the numb, mechanical repetition.
However, today, when I turned on my computer and selected that *****, my blood rushed to my head. It was updated; the pictures and
videos were still the same, but there was an extra link.
I clicked on it numbly; it was a plain text page.
"Hello, oh no, I know you're bad, just as bad as your self-righteous sister, but...
speaking of bad, she might be enjoying it. As far as I know, she's teetering between endless ecstasy and
hellish torment, never to find release."
"Yes, I have to admit she's a very clever woman. Good heavens, we later found out she
was actually a detective; no wonder she could come up with that plan. We almost fell for her a few times
."
"I'll always remember that day. I pretended to tell her a secret, lured her closer, and then pulled out a hidden
razor blade and held her hostage. Everything went perfectly. I was surprised, thinking God was on my side, a sinner."
"I used her to blackmail the police into giving me a car to escape. I easily evaded the pursuit, and she was very
compliant, offering no resistance."
"So that was her plan—using her body as bait to get me to take her to our base. She
hid a tracking chip in her high heel so the police could track her all the way."
"The tracker was originally hidden in her suit, but things didn't go as planned. I made her take off
her clothes—a stroke of genius."
"You guys must have been following us the whole way. Did you ever wonder why, even though the map showed a tracking
signal, we couldn't see any cars on the road? We took a long-abandoned sewer route and changed
vehicles halfway through."
"When we changed vehicles, I wanted to throw away her high heels because they were in the way, but she suddenly attacked. I must
say, her skills were astonishing. Unfortunately, the team that came to pick me up was the organization's cleanup squad; every single one of them was a
master fighter, a retired special forces soldier. Even so, it took us a lot of effort to subdue her."
"We became suspicious of her identity. A woman this good at fighting couldn't be an ordinary person. Upon inspection,
we found the tracker inside her high heels."
"She remained tight-lipped about her identity. We dislocated her joints; she was in excruciating pain, sweating profusely, but didn't
utter a sound."
"The journey was long. There were seven of us, and we took turns doing some pleasurable things to her. That's when we
realized she was a pure virgin. Oh, what a pity. If we had known, we would have restrained ourselves. A
virgin bitch in heat would be an even more perfect work of art."
"After the long journey, each of us ejaculated on her four or five times. Every orifice of hers was filled with
our bodily fluids. When we pulled her off the vehicle, this beautiful girl had become a foul-smelling
container of semen."
"We were exhausted from the journey, so we left her in the base's warehouse. The next day, when we cleaned her,
she surprised us again. For some reason, she was able to endure the excruciating pain and restore her dislocated hands and left leg. Even with her right
leg not fully healed, she attacked us, injuring three of us. Fortunately, we didn't give her more
time. If she had had time to heal her right leg, we might have been finished."
"At this point, we realized she was a dangerous prey and had no choice but to begin physical
modifications on her ahead of schedule."
"Coincidentally, the buyer of your fiancée was very interested in her. He requested that we immediately initiate the ultimate
modification to eliminate her danger."
"I believe you're curious about what the ultimate modification actually is. It's shameful to admit, but in a long-established
BDSM organization like ours, the final method is actually using drugs."
"For your fiancée, we used injections, injecting high concentrations of
a permanent aphrodisiac into her nipples and clitoris, keeping her constantly in a state of estrus. While she remains mentally alert, this drug
modification is highly addictive. Users become physiologically deeply dependent on sex, and experience
unbearable suffering without it."
"That's why I would say your fiancée is a half-finished product. The work we created using such immature methods
is a disgrace to the organization. Oh, and by the way, your fiancée revealed your sister's policewoman identity;
she's become a bitch who would sell anything for a big penis." "
However, the client requested a direct modification, so we initiated a more aesthetically pleasing modification for your sister
."
"You must have heard of baptism. In our organization's sacred altar, there's a black pool. Only by capturing
the ultimate perfect form can we apply to use it for modification."
"We spent a week applying for the use of the sacred pool. During this time, we treated your sister
very well; she recovered her spirits. However, we used three different restraint devices, and she
can't even move her little finger on her own."
"On the day of the baptism, we cleaned her inside and out, removing all her hair, including her head. I must
say, her bizarre beauty made everyone want to have sex with her on the spot."
"In fact, that day was also a celebration for the organization. The guests who came to watch the baptism brought their own female slaves. They couldn't
control themselves at all. Your fiancée was also present, and the guests kindly shared her. She thoroughly
enjoyed herself that day."
"The sacred pool is made of a special black latex liquid. It has excellent breathability and adhesiveness,
making it the best material for modifying latex dolls. However, this material has very special properties; once it comes into contact with the human body, it
cannot be removed for life. In other words, the modification of this latex doll is permanent."
"If that were all, we wouldn't call it the Sacred Pool. This liquid can drive women into a frenzy of lust
; the skin that comes into contact with the latex becomes an erogenous zone. Even the slightest breeze will arouse it
. We've tested it; the sexual pleasure from latex dolls surpasses the intensity of any other product, capable of destroying
anyone's will."
"Even more wonderfully, the Sacred Pool's liquid has magical properties; women who are bathed in it can breathe normally. "
But having lost all five senses forever, for her, the world had ended eternally, and she would be plunged into a
hell of pleasure. "
The poor girl didn't understand what this baptism meant. She thought we were going to take
her life. She remained remarkably calm and composed—ignorance is bliss. If she knew what kind of
horrific torture this was, she wouldn't have been so relaxed."
"The baptism took an hour to complete. I must say, the black latex paired with such a perfect body was
incredibly alluring. When she was pulled from the sacred pool, all the clients held their breath."
"We then processed this creation, surgically creating an opening for urination and defecation
and connecting a feeding tube."
"This orgy will last a week, during which her training will be the most important program for the entire organization." "
We placed her in a glass house. After regaining consciousness, she began to struggle frantically, but
having lost her five senses, she could only bump into walls and achieve nothing."
"Calming down from despair, she began to feel the magic of the transformation. We could see her body
trembling slightly, as if she wanted to touch herself, but she actually resisted."
"The next highlight is excretion. Naturally, she can't control her bodily functions. The liquid food we gave her
contained a significant amount of laxatives and diuretics. She suffered terribly, and it was best
to excrete right there in her transparent little chamber."
"Having lost her five senses, she wouldn't feel disgusted, but she would certainly feel ashamed. Considering many guests don't like
such graphic scenes, we cleaned her."
"The water flow during the cleansing was cleverly designed to stimulate her libido. With the added effect of the latex modification,
she almost immediately reached orgasm. Keep in mind, this might be this virgin's first orgasm. And it
happened in front of everyone, amidst the flying excrement and urine."
"If she had suppressed her libido, she might not have experienced the magic of the latex. After experiencing the orgasm, she would find it even
harder to resist this modification."
"Soon, in her life with her five senses shut down, time became incredibly long. Our activities lasted three
days, which felt like a year to her."
"During this time, the sole meaning of her life was passively eating and excreting, enduring the omnipresent
sexual pleasure, and finally reaching orgasm while washing."
"We quickly adjusted the water flow, keeping her on the verge of orgasm, unable to release it. By this time, she
had long lost her initial resistance, and after repeatedly falling from the peak of orgasm, she finally began to rub her vulva with her hand."
"Another week passed, and she had become accustomed to using her hand to find orgasm; after all, this was
the only meaning in her life."
"Then, we sent a special messenger to bring him the true pleasure of sex."
"This day was another grand celebration; the clients we invited all ejaculated on her three or four times.
She was clearly very happy; even though she was already limp and powerless on the ground, she continued to frantically rub her vulva."
"Countless clients offered to buy her, but she had already been reserved. Your fiancée's master
demanded that your fiancée, carrying a double-headed penis, brutally violate this respectable policewoman as the final
act of the event. Afterwards, he left with both of them."
"The story could have ended there, but we underestimated this Chinese woman once again." "
Our client was extremely satisfied with her, even obsessed, and for the next six months, he kept her
in a state of sexual torment. His group owns several medical laboratories, and his
obsession with your sister's body was so intense that he desperately wanted to see her face. So he demanded that the laboratories create this
latex solvent."
"After seeing her, he was even more satisfied, falling madly in love with her. For a seasoned master, this
is something we wouldn't even dare to imagine. He even wanted to actually marry her, a slave bitch wife. A beloved
sex toy—it's ridiculous."
"His decision was wrong. He thought that after such terrible torment, your sister would have already submitted,
lost all ability to think, and become nothing more than a beautiful, lustful body. However, something terrible happened—
terrible for our esteemed client. The decision your sister made may be one she will regret
for the rest of her life."
"After a sexual encounter, your sister killed this esteemed client and
escaped with your fiancée, who had already been trained into a slutty bitch. They bypassed all the guards and successfully escaped."
"However, fate... fate is truly unpredictable. The client's residence they were taken to was a deserted
island at sea. We can imagine the despair of the women who reached the beach. They both chose to jump off a cliff."
"Unfortunately, they didn't find liberation. Washed back to shore by the sea, they fell helplessly into
the hands of the client's son, a crazed and brutal man."
"He had long coveted his father's treasure but couldn't act on it, so he could only relieve his lust on your bitch fiancée
. This time, he obtained his goddess."
"His treatment of his goddess was chilling; it seems that beautiful things inspire a desire to destroy. He
performed three surgeries on your sister."
"Once, he removed the skin from her nipples and the foreskin from her clitoris, further turning her sensitive body into
a sexless machine."
"The second time, he severed her lower legs and reconnected her leg bones in reverse. It was an imaginative surgery
. After the operation, your sister could no longer stand like a human; she could only crawl like a dog for the rest of her life, and she would forever
lose the possibility of escape."
"The third time, he modified this beautiful female body, piercing her nipples and
clitoris with chains and metal rings, so she could never straighten her body again."
"What a cruel and clever bastard. He shared pictures with us; it was truly addictive modification."
"Unlike his father, who had a strong possessive streak, he enjoyed watching women being defiled by countless men.
This special female body was taken around the world by his private jet, to top-tier clubs, to squalid streets..."
"The head brothel... He seeks every opportunity to have countless men fuck her, filling her womb with countless filthy semen."
"He enjoys watching women get pregnant and give birth. Your sister and fiancée are both seven or eight months pregnant,
and they're currently being brutally fucked by different men all over the world." "Alright, their story ends here. As a token of your pity, I'll give you a set 　　of videos and pictures documenting
the entire training process. I hope you like it. ***** is..." 　　I was stunned beyond words... Tears streamed down my face... I frantically typed *****... No 　　matter what becomes of them, I will never give up searching for them and loving them! 　　(Okay, that's all. Thank you for your support. This story has absolutely no connection to the popular cases. If there's any 　　offense, I sincerely apologize. I hope you enjoyed it. This was written hastily, just to tell a 　　story, not as a masterpiece. Just enjoy it. 　　I've prepared a more serious story, which I'll share with you when I have time.)

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