Iron Maiden: A Game of Sadomasochism

After I opened the automatic roller shutter door of the underground parking garage, what came into view was a set of sadomasochistic torture devices on the wall and a strange iron frame with only three sides. This was where I became a sex slave, the place I had to come to every seventh day of the week.

My name is Zhang Min, and I'm a car model. My monthly salary is about 30,000 yuan, but it's very hard-earned for me because the maximum age for car models is under 25, so I'll be fired by my boss in a year and a half at most.

Looking at the Iron Maiden on the wall, I thought of the first time I wore it. It was a sadomasochistic torture device that its owner had spent more than three years developing. It consists of three parts: an iron mask for the head, an iron waist belt for the body, and over-the-knee iron boots for the legs and feet.

The first step, of course, was to strip naked. Next came putting on iron boots and an iron mask, followed by fastening an iron belt around my waist. After inserting my wrists into the automatic locks on either side of the belt, the locks instantly locked me inside the Iron Maiden, rendering me unable to move or resist, though my vision and hearing remained normal.

As the automatic roller shutter closed, the garage went completely dark. Now I could only wait for my master and his friends to arrive. The Iron Maiden required a key to open, and its three components were remotely controlled. My master could simply press a button, and I would move according to his will.

Time was the most powerful weapon; the longer it went on, the more tired I felt. My biggest thought at this point was, "Why isn't my master here yet?"

The roller shutter seemed to move slightly, but I quickly realized it was just my imagination. After waiting a while longer, I finally heard someone speaking outside, only to discover it wasn't my master.

The automatic roller shutter finally opened, and I exclaimed with ecstatic joy, "Master, you're here!"

But instead of my master, a man so thin he was practically skin and bones appeared before me. He stared intently at my alluring vagina and said hungrily, "Really?! Hahahaha, that man didn't lie to me?"

I suddenly realized this was my master's doing, and his purpose was to tell me that I was now a sex slave, and any man could rape and sexually abuse me. I cried out, "Don't come any closer! What do you want to do?"

The man first pulled down his pants, then turned on the light, and the automatic roller shutter closed.

He was in front of me in two steps, and then his penis was inserted into my vagina. I cried out again, "Don't come any closer!" followed by a very lewd scream.

The man's penis was not only hard, but also thick and long, completely disproportionate to his physique. I cried and moaned, "Could you be gentler?"

The man seemed inexperienced, and after a few haphazard thrusts, he said, "I heard you can play sadomasochistic games?"

I cried and said, "No, I don't want to."

The man stopped and looked at the sadomasochistic instruments on the wall, then pulled out his penis, took a steel whip from the wall on the right, and said, "Shall we try whipping first?"

I thought to myself, "A steel whip hurts a lot." But I said aloud, "No, it will hurt a lot."

The man walked to within a meter of me, then picked up the steel whip and lashed it with very little force.

A searing pain shot through my vagina, and I screamed, "No, it really hurts!"

The man struck harder, asking, "Does it hurt?"

My screams grew even more lewd, and I cried, "Stop hitting me, it really hurts!"

The man struck harder, saying, "Can your screams get any more lewd?"

For the first time, I experienced the unique sensation of pain mixed with pleasure, and my vagina finally released its own fluids, accompanied by extremely blissful moans.

Seeing my lewdness, the man became even more unrestrained, his steel whip lashing my vagina repeatedly.

The more it hurt, the stronger the pleasure in my vagina became, and I cried out "No!" while closing my eyes and enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from my vagina.

The man must have orgasmed? He said contentedly, "I didn't expect you to be so resilient. Alright, sex slave, look who I am!"

Opening my eyes, I was astonished to find that the man was my master!

I couldn't believe my eyes, and my master laughed, saying, "Aren't you surprised, sex slave?"

I asked doubtfully, "The voice might have changed, but Master's thinness and the feeling of his penis have changed."

My master said, "That's just psychological. As for being thin, anyone would look thinner after putting on this beggar's outfit."

After my master put on the beggar's outfit, that frail, thin feeling came through, and I smiled slightly and said, "So it's just an optical angle issue. Master is so naughty."

Suddenly, the steel whip struck my vagina. My master said evilly, "Don't call me sex slave."

Completely unprepared, I almost cried out in pain, but upon hearing my master's command, I gritted my teeth and endured it without making a sound.

My master started playing with me. He continuously whipped my vagina with the steel whip, saying from time to time, "Sex slave, you must keep smiling."

Having had the experience of being whipped before, I was now defensive against the pain. At this moment, I not only didn't feel pain, but I also felt increasingly blissful.

After my master came for the second time, he finally made a phone call, and I knew that my blissful time had arrived.

A mere ten minutes later, the master's group of lecherous friends arrived. These men were all like-minded people the master had contacted online. After screening them, the master invited them to the secret base, and the master covered all the expenses for their food, lodging, and transportation.

The moment the roller shutter door opened, I saw a dozen unfamiliar faces. One of the fat men said in disbelief, "This, this is the sex slave we're going to play with tonight?"

The master said, "How is she? She's not the prettiest of the sex slaves, but she's the tallest."

A man in jeans said, "One isn't enough?"

The master said, "I guarantee you'll all have your fun, but let me warn you beforehand, if anyone leaks this address, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The men looked at each other, and the tallest man said, "Don't worry, everyone here is mine except for the one next to me."

The man squatting to the side looked up and said, "How could I possibly tell anyone about this? I don't want to be in jail discussing this with you guys."

The fat man broke the awkward silence by saying, "Who wants to play with the sex slave first?"

The master said, "How about the sex slave masturbates first?" He then used the remote control to move my hand to the front of my vagina.

After I started scratching my vagina with both hands, the master and the men said, "Shall we divide into four groups now?" They

quickly divided, and the master said, "Groups A, B, C, and D represent four time points. Groups A and B are the first two, so they'll have more time to play. Groups C and D are later, so each person's time will be shorter. I'll have the sex slaves make some adjustments accordingly."

The blissful time finally began. Group A had six men, all tall and strong, and the first man's penis almost made me cry with pleasure.

The man's penis went in so deep, reaching its maximum limit in an instant, while he used his belly to push it in further while holding my body tightly.

I let out a blissful moan, then said tenderly, "Harder, Master, this sex slave needs more stimulation and more pleasure."

His penis suddenly thrust in with force, and the man also pressed his legs against my body, then began a series of powerful thrusts into my vagina.

As my vaginal fluids flowed out, my body entered a state of bliss, and I used my vagina to suck in his penis while moving it back and forth.

The man finally ejaculated with satisfaction, saying blissfully, "So good, so good!"

The second time, without further ado, he directly inserted his penis into my vagina.

Suddenly, I remembered my first time making love with my master; back then, I wasn't as promiscuous as I am now.

Rewind to August 4th, a year ago, and the location is still this garage.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

My master's index finger was mercilessly flicking my clitoris, and because I was being held upside down by the Iron Virgin, I couldn't see his face at all.

My master, Li Hao, was a teacher, but his profession as a sex slave instructor was a secret known only to his associates and the sex addicts he later recruited.

My master continued to tease my clitoris with his index and middle fingers. I noticed my body starting to change. I stopped talking to him, but my resistance never stopped, even though I knew it was futile.

Time passed slowly, and soon I noticed subtle changes in my body, the most obvious being the flow of vaginal fluid. I gradually began to enjoy this feeling.

Seeing that I was in a daze, my master pulled out his penis from his pants and forcefully pulled my clitoris back while simultaneously inserting it into my anus.

As soon as I pulled back, his penis entered my anus. I shouted "No!" and tried to push my body forward to escape the penetration, but my master's hand suddenly tightened around my clitoris again, forcing me to tighten my anus again to accommodate his thrusting penis.

While crying, I said, "No, it hurts so much." But in my heart, I thought, "What a strange feeling, is this what they call sexual pleasure?"

The penis went deeper and deeper, and began to grow thicker and longer. Finally, the master asked, "How old are you, sex slave?"

I twisted my slender waist and plump buttocks and said, "I don't know."

The master suddenly thrust in with force and said, "Will you tell me or not?"

I screamed loudly, "What can you do if I don't know?"

After the penis pierced my anus again, the master asked again, "If you don't tell me, I'll make you die of pain."

My anus felt like it was about to split open, but my body was actually enjoying the pain. And I finally... Yu said, "Twenty-three years old."

After the penis thrust in again, I threw my head back and let out a lewd moan. The master, at just the right moment, said, "Sex slave, shut your mouth and enjoy it!"

The penis hit the most painful spot, and I frantically twisted my waist and shouted, "Don't hurt so much!"

The penis continued to thrust into the painful spot, and the master said, "Don't call me a sex slave, or I'll make you die of pain like this."

I continued to scream at a high decibel level, and the master coldly said, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it, so I'll have to punish you."

It was 3:10 PM, and I was receiving my first training in the lewd dance of a sex slave.

The master took out a pair of chopsticks connected by a rubber band and said to me, "Sex slaves probably don't recognize these. This is one of my unique sadomasochistic torture devices. I named them 'Sexual Sadomasochistic Chopsticks,' and they're used to punish disobedient sex slaves like you."

I looked at the chopsticks and asked, "What's the use of the rubber band at the back?"

The master didn't answer my question because it was unnecessary. He sprayed the chopsticks with a powerful, heavy-duty oil stain remover and said, "This oil stain remover acts as a lubricant. You'll understand in a moment." He then slowly pushed one chopstick into my anus.

The sensation in my anus was strange; the most obvious urge was to defecate. I cried out in distress, "No, it hurts so much! Please don't do this to me!"

The chopstick continued to penetrate deeper, quickly going halfway in, but then the master stopped.

After about five seconds, the master suddenly pressed down on the chopsticks with his index finger and said, "Sound something nice, you sex slave."

The feeling in my anus was indescribable, and I twisted my waist while saying, "No, it hurts so much."

The index finger slid across the flat surface of the chopsticks, and the master whispered, "Scream faster."

The chopsticks moved up and down in my anus, and I suddenly felt pleasure and couldn't help but let out a moan.

After the master pushed the chopsticks completely into my anus, he said, "Is the sex slave enjoying it?"

I couldn't describe the feeling in my anus right now, but to sum it up in one word, it was pain.

I cried and said, "It hurts so much, please pull it out!"

The master said, "Pull it out, hahahahaha, I already said I was going to punish you this time, so you can enjoy the horror of the sex slave's lewd dance."

After holding another chopstick in his hand, he inserted it into my vagina while saying, "Scream if you want, sex slave?"

I twisted my waist and backed away frantically, but I couldn't stop the chopsticks from entering, and then I could only watch as the long chopsticks slowly entered my vagina.

The chopsticks were finally pushed into my vagina, and I involuntarily began to dance a lewd dance, my screams never ceasing.

After waiting for less than a minute, my master said, "The happy time begins, sex slave. From now until 11 o'clock tomorrow, I will stop the punishment, and during this time I will go to other sex slaves to enjoy."

Suddenly realizing that I had to endure this until tomorrow, my mind went blank, and I said, "Please, this will really kill me."

My master said, "To prove that you are a sex slave, I have two more instructions for you to follow. The first instruction is that from now on you must keep saying the word 'sex slave' until I say 'stop.' The second instruction is that I need to attach a torture device before you can say it." After saying that, he took out a bell from his purse and hung it on the rubber band of the torture chopsticks, saying, "The second instruction is that the bell must not make a sound."

How could I bear this? The moment I hung the bell, it immediately rang.

The master suddenly said coldly, "Sex slave, you have five minutes left. Listen carefully to what I'm about to say, because I'll only say it once before the countdown begins."

I twisted more and more violently, and with my movements, the chopsticks in my vagina and anus moved accordingly.

The master continued, "The bell must stop making any sound once the countdown begins. If it rings once, you'll have to add another hour; two rings, four hours; five rings, a day and a night; ten rings, five days and four nights." I

suddenly realized I couldn't let the bell ring anymore. Then, seeing me stop moving, the master said, "Now, just saying the words 'sex slave' will start the countdown. Of course, you can slow down a bit, because there are still a little over three minutes left." I

suddenly had a feeling of falling into hell. Then the master said, "Two minutes and forty-eight seconds left."

I couldn't hold it in any longer, but the thought of extra time made me hold my breath and endure it. Then my master said, "There's only one minute left, sex slave."

I said pitifully, "Can't we do it differently?"

My master said, "There are thirty-six seconds left, sex slave. I suggest you twist your waist slightly, so you can perform the sex slave dance without the bell ringing. Of course, be careful, the elastic band is very elastic."

I said, on the verge of tears, "Please, don't do this."

My master said, "There are eleven seconds left. Start performing the sex slave dance, sex slave."

After I desperately uttered the word "sex slave," my master whispered, "Sex slave, sex slave, sex slave, the purpose of having you say this word is simple: to use your self-suggestion to constantly remind you that you are a sex slave."

I finally performed the sex slave dance because it was too painful not to. However, even if I did, it wouldn't alleviate the pain in any positive way; on the contrary, it would only worsen my suffering.

After seeing that I was in the mood, the master said, "You seem to be enjoying yourself, huh? But I forgot to mention, the word 'sex slave' comes with a corresponding punishment. If you stop for even a second, I'll 'touch your jade' for ten minutes. Of course, you can't possibly know what 'touching your jade' feels like, so I'll do it for a minute first to let you experience it. Remember, never stop saying 'sex slave' while I'm touching your jade, because then I'll continue to 'touch your jade'."

The master walked in front of me and turned his body around. Then, his two vicious hands were placed on either side of my vagina at the same time. I suddenly understood that "touching jade" meant touching my vagina.

The palm is the most sensitive part of the hand, so it can sense any subtle changes. So, the master placed his palms in front of my vagina, and with every twist and turn of my body, he always kept his palms within a centimeter of the masochistic chopsticks.

The long minute finally passed, and I only felt that my vagina was hot and comfortable, but an indescribable sense of humiliation lingered in my heart.

Seeing that I had adapted, the master said, "Alright, sex slave, your dance practice time is over. I won't disturb you anymore." Just as he turned to leave, he turned back and said, "Don't think that just because I'm gone you're not being monitored. Let me tell you, there are not only listening devices here, but also four high-resolution infrared cameras. Therefore, your every move is under my surveillance. So I advise you not to ring the bell on your vagina or make any sounds other than those of a sex slave."

The master finally pressed the switch for the automatic roller shutter door and left the garage.

The moment the automatic shutter door closed, I had a feeling of saying goodbye to the world. Then, I instinctively began to suck on the chopsticks with my vagina and rub them against the inner walls of my vagina with small movements.

Not being able to make the bell ring was my biggest nightmare. To remain silent, I could only slightly move the inner walls of my vagina and anus. My waist and buttocks couldn't move, and the result was that the pleasure in my vagina and anus kept increasing, and it was a cumulative effect.

Sex slave, sex slave, sex slave, sex slave, sex slave, sex slave, sex slave, sex slave.

I've forgotten how many times I said "sex slave," I only remember saying a lot. And then it suddenly occurred to me that if I kept talking like this for a whole day and night, wouldn't I forget how to speak altogether? Tears fell less than five minutes after my master left, but I wasn't crying from pain; I was crying because I couldn't imagine what I would do if I had to spend the whole night like this.

I urinated standing up for the first time, yet I still kept saying the word "sex slave" and continued rubbing the sadistic chopsticks.

Should I just close my eyes? No, I was too happy to close them.

What??? I can still orgasm!!! How much time has passed?

My vagina is so hot.

My anus feels so good.

Don't orgasm again.

Help! Can anyone tell me how much longer?

An hour later, I could control the bell and began to move my vagina violently.

Around 8 PM, I gradually noticed the light from the infrared camera in the dark corner.

The night passed just like that, and I finally understood a simple truth: I was no longer a person but a sex slave.

From now on, I would follow my master's interests, being fucked wildly by the people he summoned, just like now. I would lose my personality, lose my dignity, until my master was disgusted with me!

[The End]

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